Brief Encounters Ch. 01

The tent in your pants was so obvious I had to flick my eyes around the bar to ensure I was the only one who had spotted your arousal. Maybe no one else had seen it, and maybe no one else was anticipating the sight, smell and taste of it like me and therefore were not so focused on it.

No! Everyone was enjoying Friday night, in their own little world, as were we. I looked at your face and listened to our conversation, but that damn tent, I could not take my eyes off it. Other men talk to a pair of breasts rather than the person; I was talking to your dick and not to you. I had promised myself not to do that, but my monkey brain had taken over. I was fucked!

We were just two guys having a beer, but behind the facade we were just marking time. Marking time until we could get out of there and be alone with each other.

I downed the last of my second beer and saw that you had nearly finished yours.

"Come on. Time to go."

"OK", you said and swung off your stool and headed for the door.

I threw $20 on the bar and followed you out. Again, maybe it was just me, but that tent in your pants was not going down and standing there in the sunlight, it was all the more obvious. I didn't know what you were wearing under your jeans, but whatever you had hanging between your legs, wasn't hanging. It was rigid and vertical, a solid, hard sex-pole pushing toward the waistband of your jeans. My own dick responded to the sight, and I could feel the ache in my groin and the urgent need to re-arrange myself as I hardened.

"My truck is over the back behind that Sprinter van", I gestured with a wave of my hand as we weaved our way through the lot.

As we neared the van I knew exactly what I was about to do. Getting you home and undressed was not going to cut it now. I was going to take you once we were hidden from view by the bulk of the van. You seemed not to know, the only hint was that obsessively inviting bulge in your jeans. As we squeezed behind the Sprinter, I tapped your shoulder and you turned.

I grabbed your belt buckle and pushed you against the front of the van. That bulge was not just my imagination, I could feel the head of your dick pressing against my hand inside your waistband as you relaxed back in my grip.

"I am going to take you now, so be quiet and let me be."

You dutifully said nothing as I dropped to my knees in front of you and, with both hands, began to unclasp your belt and pull down your zip. My face was inches away from your groin as I grasped the sides of your jeans, pulling them and your low-cut briefs down to your knees. The rigid pole of your cock sprung and bounced as it came free from constraint. You were fully erect, your dick helmet purple and glistening with pre-cum just inches from my face. I grabbed it by its base in one hand, and with the other, I cupped your balls, full of cum, tight and round, pulled up against your dick. I ran my fisted hand up your dick driving a bigger dribble of pre-cum from your pee hole and, wanting to catch my first taste of you, I bobbed my head down to touch my lips onto your helmet. You moaned and put a hand on my head as, with your taste on my lips, I pulled slowly away, allowing the sticky pre-cum to hang for a few tantalising seconds between us.

Oh, I needed that dick, right now, in my mouth I needed that dick in my mouth and your cum down my throat. Holding your shaft at its base, I pulled your vertical shaft down and pushed its head against my pursed lips. I slowly pushed your helmet past my lips and took just the head of your dick in my mouth so that my lips held your dick tightly inside while I pushed my lips over and past your helmet rim and then back again. You moaned louder, and I now flicked my tongue around your purple knob and played with your pee-hole and the little valley running down the lower edge of your dick tip. You tightened your grip on my head as I released your balls from my cupped hand and fumbled at my own jeans belt, pulling my own erect member free. I grasped it with my free hand, already feeling my own damp and glistening pre-cum, as I jerked myself in response to my attentions to your helmet.

I was used to the size and length of you and now pushed past the head of your dick and pushed myself down towards the base of your shaft, taking as much of your shaft as I could in my mouth until I knew I would gag. Tightening the grip of my lips around your shaft, I pulled back off, sucking and flicking as your dick popped out fully from my mouth. The head of your dick was a mess of foamy throat slime and pre-cum, which hung between us before I pushed back down to my gagging point and repeated the motion.

You groaned, "Fuck me you fucking horny fucking man."

"Keep going you fucking slut, I am going to fill you face with my cum before long."

My thought was, "yes please", but with a mouth fully occupied, I could do nothing more than continue my enthusiastic sucking.

I was pulling myself off as I continued my attentions to your dick, and you groaned appreciatively. The action in my mouth and my jerking myself was having an effect on me. I knew in this state of arousal I was going to cum in short order. Fortunately, you were also reaching the point of no return and had taken the back of my head in your two hands. I could feel you being unable to stay still in response to my ever more rapid mouthing of your rigid weapon and began to thrust into my throat as I pushed down, almost squashing my nose into your groin. Breathing was getting difficult and you were in danger of making me gag-this needed to reach a climax soon!

"Fuck me, here comes my load. Suck hard, you motherfucking cock-sucker," you groaned.

I knew. I could feel your dick stiffen and as I was on an upstroke, my lips tight around you, I felt your hot white cum surging up your shaft. I pushed hard down on your dick and at that moment you exploded into the back of my throat. I swallowed, the other choice being gagging and spluttering. I pulled back and you shot two more ribbons of cum into my mouth as I pulled completely off your dick. I looked up at you, cum dribbling from my lips.

Still holding the base of your slippery cum and slime-covered dick I stood, my other hand still gripping my own throbbing member that I had been able to continue stroking through the entire experience. You leaned back against the van and I increased my own urgent pulling as I reached the point of climax myself, not more than a few seconds behind you. I pulsed my first ribbon of cum onto your belly, the second smacked into my other hand still holding the base of your shaft and one last ribbon shot down the front of your jeans, now bunched around your ankles.

We were spent and fucking covered in sweat, slime and cum. I slapped my dick against yours' mixing our fluids and smiled.

"Well, that's relieved the tension. Now let's get home. I know we both can manage rather more than that over the rest of the evening."