Parking Up For A Fuck

There's a young man who used park up in a lay by on my cycle route home from work.
It's a quiet place usually for fishermen to use. But after dark or by evening time, it's all but deserted.
I'd noticed a couple of times, men stood near his car, then one evening I saw the young man sucking off another older guy.
Even though I'm married, I couldn't help but become turned on, and found myself watching until the older man came in his mouth.
The following night I saw him in his car with no one around. Getting closer I could easily see he had his cock out and was stroking it.
Approaching the car, he opened the door, asked me if I wanted a blow job and reached for my work trousers. In less than a minute, I was having my cock sucked by a total stranger, and it felt fantastic.
He was amazing. Really really good at sucking cock. And after a couple of minutes I found myself holding his head and fucking his mouth.
It didn't enter my mind I was married. Or that he was someone I didn't even know the name of. All I could think about, was how wonderful it felt to have someone worship my eight inches.
My cock was aching to cum after only a few minutes, but he pulled away. Moving inside his car, he went to pass me a condom. I stepped back and he said "That's fine". Taking my cock back into his mouth, he carried on sucking me, but I strangely felt I'd missed an opportunity to have a fuck.
All the same, I came in his mouth and watched him swirl my cum around, then spit it out onto the ground.
He introduced himself as Tom, said he really enjoyed sucking my dick, but would have loved for me to fuck him.
Telling him my name, I told Tom I'd be cycling by the next evening and if he was here, I'd consider fucking him.
Ten minutes later I was locking my bike up in the garden shed and then saying hello to my wife.
That night, I tried to go down on my wife. She stopped me and said she wasn't in the mood. I thought about Tom then, and knew I'd meet him the next evening.
He was there, but stood outside his car smoking. He smiled when he saw me and asked if I wanted a blow job or something more.
When I said 'Not here', he knew I was going to fuck him.
I've grown up around the lake and its surrounding area. So I knew of a place. It's a covered treelined area and part way towards the lake, there is a rocky outcrop.
In the cover of the outcrop, I fucked Tom's mouth again and wondered while he sucked me so good, if I indeed could fuck a guy.
I needn't have worried. Once the condom he'd rolled down my straining dick, was on, and Tom had knelt on the ground, I didn't waste any time in thrusting my cock up his arsehole.
I was like a man possessed, as I found myself pounding him from the first thrust. And he just kept on encouraging me to fuck him.
Standing him up, I re-entered his hole as he leaned against the blue grey rock face. It was then I put my arms around him, gripped his cock and kissed his neck.
I wasn't just fucking him at that point, I was having the most amazing gay sex, and it was to me right then, perfect.
I can still remember now, the feeling of his sphincter muscles clenching onto my cock, each time I moved into him. Tom wanted it just as much as me, if not more, and I wasn't about to deny him or myself anything.
He lead the way next. Pulling off my dick and walking over to a flat wide rock (Some believe was used for rituals) Taking off everything he wore, he lay back, lifted his legs and welcomed me to him.
It was different facing him. More intimate and more of a masculine-feminine feel. Sliding my cock back up his arsehole, he moaned as I held his cock too, jacking it as I fucked him.
Then after a couple of minutes, he reached up and pulled my head to him. We kissed and I found myself responding as our tongues fought.
Grinding as deep as I could up his hole, I felt him shudder and heard the moan even though we were still kissing.
He'd cum in between us, but I didn't care, feeling his warm sticky cum slide over my stomach.
Groaning myself, we stopped kissing and I heard Tom saying 'Fuck yeh, cum for me'.
It was over, but then again it wasn't as he moved away, had me turn over and removed the condom.
Asking me to watch him, he sucked in my cock and cleaned every drop of sperm that was on it.
My bicycle was where I'd left it, and Tom's car was covered in the evening dew.
We exchange numbers and I promised to arrange somewhere we could fuck in more privacy.
I still meet Tom at the fisherman's car park every now and then. And we fuck each time. But we have sex more often than not at a friend's place. He works in the oil industry and is away nine months of the year. I look after his place and it's there I now fuck a nineteen year old, sometimes for hours.
My life has altered significantly since meeting Tom, as I'm now much happier as an individual. And it's not just the sex, although that is wonderful. Its having someone who wants me, something who enjoys being himself and allows me to indulge myself in the man, I knew I always was.