A few shallow bobs of the head, then he took me all the way in. It was a short wait, ushered in by his tongue, reaching out, beckoning my cock into his mouth. He reached around and held my ass, enjoying the sight of my cock waiting for his mouth. I lowered my pants and jeans, they fell past my knees, his queue to go to his knees. Robust, ready for a good fucking, it was fantastic. He made my cock feel longer and thicker than it had in a long time. His hands knew what they were doing, easing me into a relaxed, supercharged state. His touch was warm, firm, his hands moved fluidly, gently. I couldn't believe what was happening, staring down at my cock in his hands. His reply was to reach out and take my cock in his hand, then both hands. I wanked myself gently, showing him my cock as came up to me. 'Game on' I thought, and undid my belt and zip, freeing my hardening cock. He slowly started towards me, glancing around to make sure no-one else was about. I put my hand on my crotch, cupping myself, pointedly looking at him. He was maybe twenty yards away, watching me. I took a few more paces into the trees then stopped and turned. Laying down my bike on the ground, I headed into the trees on the other side. I looked back at the guy as I pushed my bike across the clearing. He didn't look dangerous, I thought I could take him if things went badly wrong, so, feeling nervously brave I got off my bike. All the same, the thought had been enticing me as I'd been riding along.
I'd never done this before, I had no idea what to do, how to behave. That day I woke up horny, and I figured that a blow job from a guy is still a blow job, so maybe if I cycle over that way, see what happens. But I'd never had a casual, outdoors, with a stranger, sexual experience. I've long been curious about sex with men and decided that seeing a gay escort was a good way to explore on my terms.
I've had a couple of sexual encounters with men, but I'd paid for those. I'd already been wondering about how to get a blow job. I knew I'd be passing through there, an area known for men enjoying men in a sexual way. He stopped and changed direction, slowly heading back towards the clearing. I looked back with a question in mind and stopped riding. He looked at me as I cycled into the clearing he was in. He was a slim, older guy, 50's, short hair, wearing cheap, hiking clothes. I was cycling slowly, near a path that led to a dogging spot and I saw a guy, looking a bit aimless.
A push bike is a great way to do it, cover a lot of ground. I was out exploring the woods on my bike.