Friday Night Hook Up

Friday night is club night and if the weather is fine, I usually walk home in the early hours of the morning. My route takes me along the river side walk , which at that time, is a well-known cruising area, well away from the houses and street lights. There's also a building that belongs to the local rowing club with bushes behind it, where most of the action takes place.

Tonight, I'm not very hopeful, as I've been stood behind the building for about half an hour and seen nobody. I decide to give it 10 more minutes then head off.

In the semi darkness, I can make out a figure coming round the bushes, so I lean back against the wall, take my cock out and wait. He comes towards me and stops, has a good look at my thick cock, before squatting down and taking it in his mouth. He sucks hungrily on my now erect cock, like he hasn't had one in his mouth for a while, so I just relax against the wall and enjoy it. My hand goes down to hold the back of his head, pushing my shaft further down his throat. He seems to like that, so I grip his head and force feed him my cock, fucking his face, getting harder and more turned on, till suddenly I flood his mouth with my cum, which gets him excited and he's making noises in his throat as he tries to swallow it all. I pull my cock out of his mouth and he licks along it's length, getting every drop of cum, then stands up and says "Thanks, your cum tastes great."

Then, just like that he hurries away, leaving me to shove my cock back in my jeans and head home.

Next Friday, I'm back again and as I get close, I see a figure outlined in the moonlight. By the look of him it could be the guy from last week, but before I reach him, he disappears into the bushes. I follow and find him bent over, with his sweatpants round his ankles, waiting to be fucked. Unzipping, I walk towards him, wanking my cock to hardness, then taking a sachet of lube from my pocket and smearing it over my shaft. All the time, his head is turned towards me, watching, as I use the last of the lube on his hole, then push my way inside his arse, which makes him gasp and say "Yes, ride me."

I come all the way out, before I push back in again right to the hilt this time and his hot love tunnel grips my cock tightly, which is how I like it, then begin to fuck him with long thrusts, and as I slam against his backside, he moans softly, his own hand busy on his cock. Aware that we could be discovered makes it more exciting but also makes me want to come fast, so I pick up the pace and piston in and out really quickly, my cock loving the sensation I'm getting from being inside this man's hole. I can feel that I'm getting close, so I tell him and he goes " That's what I want, fill me with cum."

He gets his wish, my cock shoots a massive jet of cum deep inside his back passage and I follow up with three more before I'm done. He doesn't wait for me to come out, but instead moves forward so that my cock slides out of his hole, still hard, then he turns round and licks it clean, before pulling up his pants and taking off without a word.

Well I'm a bit pissed off, even if I have had a good fuck, but I tidy myself up and go home.

The following Friday, I have a family meal that I can't get out of, but after I get back about midnight, decide to go out and see what I can find, so walk towards the river, hoping for at least a blow job. Half way along the path to the boathouse, there's a guy sitting on one of the benches, looking miserable and it's Mr Runaway from last week. He looks up as I pass and says "Hi, sorry about last week, running off and that."

I sit down beside him and tell him "No problem." and we start chatting. His name's Keith and apparently he got a bit nervous as he has a high powered job and was worried we might get caught, so hurried away. He did however add "Being fucked was great tho."

I looked at him "We can do it again if you want." He looks a bit unsure, so I add "At my place." It's not something I do often, but he seems an ok guy, so we walk back to mine.

Once we're inside, he relaxes and pulls me in for a long slow kiss, all the time his hands exploring under my t-shirt and I can feel a hunger in him. I get my hands down the back of his sweatpants and knead his arse cheeks, which makes him moan a bit and his fingers start to fumble with the buttons on my jeans.

We're still in the hallway, so I lead him through to the bedroom, where I pull the t-shirt over my head and unbutton my jeans. He immediately gets down to suck me, trying to get his own clothes off at the same time, while his mouth is busy on my cock. I badly want to fuck him, so take my cock away from him and help with the rest of his clothes, then tell him "Get on the bed." as I tug off my jeans and shoes.

He lies face down and sticks his arse in the air, waiting. I get my tongue between his cheeks and work on his hole, kissing, sucking, probing, getting him nice and wet. Without bothering about lube, I enter him, going as far inside him as I can, then start fucking his hole, going slow and deep with every thrust.

I lie over his body, kissing his shoulders and back, my hips rising and falling as I push my hard cock inside him, again and again, stretching his hole with the thickness of my shaft, but he's loving it. His hands are gripping the covers, while every now and then, he shouts "Harder, fuck me harder."

What seems like ages later, I'm still pounding his arse hole and there's sweat on my forehead, as well as my chest, but I'm trying to last as long as I can. All at once he tightens his arse muscles round my cock and I can't stand it any longer. I can feel my climax building and the cum rising, before I release a wave of hot spunk that shoots up inside his man tunnel making him moan and gasp.

Panting, I lie on top of him for a while to catch my breath , then slide round and kiss him. He's lying there with his eyes closed and his cheeks are wet like he's been crying, but he returns the kiss and murmurs " I so needed that."

It's late now and when I suggest that he spends the night, he doesn't say no, so we tidy ourselves up and climb under the covers.

In the morning, after another quick fuck and a cup of coffee, he seems anxious to leave and because he's a good fuck, I ask "So will I see you again? "

He shakes his head " No. I don't think so."

I'm disappointed "Okay, but I thought we had a great time last night. Was my bedroom technique that bad?"

He looks like he's not going to answer, then says "No, the sex was great. It's just that I'm getting married next Saturday, so I won't be able to see you again."

Well that completely floored me and an uncomfortable silence followed. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but I just opened the door and said" Bye, then." I was left thinking that maybe he was having a last fling before getting wed, then put him out of my mind.

That was until a few days after his wedding, when the local paper printed the Weekend Brides feature and there was 'Keith', except his name was really John, standing next to his bride, in his morning suit, smiling into the camera. I threw the paper down and thought 'fuck him, I hope they'll be very happy'. I doubted it, mind you, because if ever there was a man who loved a cock inside him, 'Keith' fitted the bill perfectly.

Weeks went by and I was still doing my Friday night walks by the river, usually getting my cock sucked or an occasional fuck in the bushes, but sometimes nothing at all, having to head home for a bedtime wank. One night, I had just got in from work, when the doorbell rang and when I opened the door, there stood Keith /John in a smart suit, still with signs of a tan from his honeymoon, looking nervous. "Can I come in a minute?"

I wasn't sure what he was doing here, but I led him through to the lounge and stood there on the defensive with my arms folded. "Wedding go all right, John and how was the honeymoon?"

He had the grace to look embarrassed. " Look, I just came to apologise. Maybe I should have been honest from the start, or not come home with you that night, but I just needed to be fucked before..... and he tailed off.

I sighed. " Don't worry, I get it. You just wanted to be fucked one last time before you began married life. You don't owe me anything."

He stood there and said "Thanks " but the look on his face was one I recognised...need.

"Are you sure that's all you came for, John?" and I took a step towards him. He swallowed and muttered "I don't know what you mean." but he didn't sound very convincing, as I'd already noticed him eyeing up my crotch bulge.

I leaned in and kissed him, one hand sliding over his arse, the other cupping his packet. He didn't pull away, but made a sound, low in his throat, as he returned my kiss and his hands started frantically undoing my trousers to get at my cock. Without unbuttoning his shirt I put my mouth to his nipples, sucking them hard through the thin fabric and gently biting down on them. By now he'd managed to get my cock out of my briefs and dropped to his knees to blow me, using his tongue on my piss slit and head before swallowing the whole length of my shaft, sucking furiously, getting my cock nice and wet with his saliva, ready for fucking him.

He jumped up and dropped his trousers and briefs, then got down on all fours lifting up his jacket and shirt so I had a good view of his arse. I didn't even take off my clothes, just dropped my trousers , before getting down there to shove my cock inside him and start fucking the hell out of his hole. He gasped "Oh fuck, yes." and held on to the couch as I rode him, while all the time I'm watching my thick, hard cock stretching him open as it disappeared inside his fuck tunnel and every now and then he used his arse muscles to grip my cock like he didn't want to let it go.

Although I should still be annoyed with him, I want him to enjoy this fuck, so I start pulling right out then ramming my cock inside his hole till my balls hit his behind with a slap and he has to brace himself against the couch. My cock feels harder than it's ever been as I continue to penetrate his hole, slamming in and out as I go deep inside his back passage, my hips thrusting against him and I hold onto his arse cheeks, spreading them to let me get further up inside him.

I'm not sure how long I can keep this up, but I'm determined that John will leave here well and truly fucked, so that he doesn't forget what having a cock up his arse feels like. He does that thing with his arse muscles again, gripping my cock as it goes right up inside him making me explode, flooding his hole with nearly a week's worth of cum and I know he can feel it filling him up by the sounds he's making.

I give his hole a final poke then come out, moving round to John's head, pointing my cock close to his face. He eagerly licks the last of my cum off the tip, then swallows my entire shaft, sucking and licking till he has cleaned it up, then I rub his face with my still semi hard cock. John looks flushed and as he tidies himself up, I say " Do you want to rest up a while?" He nods, so I make coffee and we sit and chat. He's a nice guy, maybe just a bit mixed up and against my better judgement, I find myself offering to take care of his needs once a week, when his wife is at exercise class and drinks with her girlfriends.

So that's how it is, John comes round after work on a Wednesday and I fuck his brains out, then he goes back to his wife for another week.

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