You're a long admirer of my stories. You finally felt brave enough to reach out to me and asked if you could be next. You had an idea for a setting in my next story. Your neighborhood had a pathway between two rows of homes. The home's backyards were facing the pathway. The area was protected by tall rock walls and desert brush.

I was hesitant at first but you assured me it would be safe. You told me sometimes you had trouble sleeping. Not wanting to wake up your wife, you’d walk out there for some peace. Oftentimes you’d jack off to my stories on one of the benches and no one had caught you. The only thing was it had to be late at night. After everyone had gone to bed.

We agreed to meet Friday night at 2:00 am. I drove to the location you asked me to meet you at. I was nervous pulling in. I parked near the pathway. You were right, the space had no street lights. There was tall desert brush and walls that protected the area.

I got out of my car and messaged you “I’m here.” Moments later I get a message from you, “keep walking until you spot me jacking off.” This gave me a rush.

The pathway curved in a way where the road would eventually disappear from sight. I didn’t want to use my phone light, with fear of being caught. I could only see a few steps ahead of me. I anxiously took steps forward, praying I wouldn’t regret this.

Towards the middle of the pathway I noticed a silhouette on a bench. I wonder if this was you. I kept moving forward as my eyes began to adjust. That’s when I noticed you sitting there barefoot with only a shirt. Your legs were spread open with your hand on your cock.

I slowly walked over admiring your dick. My feet stopped right in between your legs. I moved my right hand down and gripped your dick by the base. It was so hard it pointed upwards. You close your eyes and tilt your head back. I pull your skin up pushing out your precum from your pee slit. There was so much of it I felt the warm liquid drip on my fingers. Your cock was massive and girthy. I wondered if I could fit it in my mouth.

Playing with your dick made my mouth water. I release a string of spit out onto your blood-filled tip. You quietly pushed out moans as your body shivered feeling the sudden heat of my saliva. Then, I slowly lowered myself between your legs and placed your appendage in my mouth. With no hesitation, I was determined to get the entire thing inside my mouth.

The night was quiet. Which meant we had to be extra quiet. We wouldn’t want a neighbor turning on their back porch lights and catching us. As I slurped on your cock, I can tell you were trying to fight back the moans. You couldn’t help yourself, however, you quietly moaned as I worked my way up and down your cock. It was unbelievable but I had managed to fit your monster cock down my throat.

I would travel my way down your cock and stop at your pubes. I would breathe in deeply, savoring the smell of hot, married, man, sweat, before moving my way back up to your head. My saliva dribbled downward as I released your dick. It created a pool of sweat, saliva, and precum around your cock.

As I continued to deep throat you, I noticed your cock was rock solid. This gave me the impression that you were enjoying yourself. Now that I had turned you on with my mouth, I wanted to try and rim you.

During our conversation earlier I had asked if I could rim you. You said you weren’t sure, and I let you know it was a deal breaker. You quickly changed your mind. You said my stories made it sound hot, so you were willing to try.

I tapped your thigh to get your attention. You snapped out of your trance and looked at me. I softly requested your turn around and lean against the bench. You were hesitant at first. You weren’t sure how to position yourself on the bench. You placed your knees on the seat of the bench and bent over the back.

I could see your perfect furry butt despite complete darkness. I didn’t want to startle you again so I decided to move in slowly. I placed both hands on each cheek and moved them in circular motions, playing peek-a-boo with your hole. I quietly suggested you play with your cock. You spit on your right hand then massaged your dick while I admired your ass.

Your heart began to race as I lowered my head inches away from your asshole. I licked my lips then slid my tongue past your ass cheeks. I graced my tongue against your hole. You couldn’t help it. You released a loud enough moan to wake up your neighbors. I stopped for a moment expecting the worst. When nothing happened, you quietly demanded “keep going.” This made me smile. I knew you’d like it.

I spread your cheeks some more. This time I wanted to do more than just grace your hole, I wanted to make out with it. Knowing you had liked it, I moved my tongue in and out of your ass. While I massaged your butt cheeks and thighs. This drove you completely insane as your thrust your ass in my face for deeper tongue fucks.

I was nervous your moaning (quiet or loud) would get us caught. I asked for you to turn around so I could finish the job. You didn’t sit down. Instead you stood there with your cock dripping wet from precum, waiting for my mouth.

I quickly slid your dick back down my throat. I held on to your thighs pushing you in towards my face. I wanted to make sure I was tasting every inch.

I bobbed my head and moved faster and faster. Only slightly gagging each time your enormous dick touched the back of my throat. I couldn’t stop, I knew you were close. I had reached your balls and they felt tight and ready to explode.

I noticed climatic energy traveling throughout your body starting at your toes. They had curled up, your legs had tensed up, and your breathing got heavier. That’s when your hips bucked and you groaned loudly. Next thing you know I felt a wave of hot fluid shoot up inside my mouth. I didn’t have to try and swallow as your cum flowed directly down my throat.

Your head was tilted back as you pushed hot air into the desert sky. I moved back and away from you, wiping my face off. You then collapsed onto the bench waiting to catch your breath. I wasn’t sure if I should stay or leave.

Too scared to stick around and get caught, I walked away. That’s when I heard you break the silence “hey, thanks. You’re better than your stories.” I smiled and walked away.