OK, so every guy has a vested interest in his next orgasm. It's not out of altruism that we spread our legs and play with what's between them. That rush of hot longing and the liquid sexual exhaustion pouring out is, well, for our benefit. But every once in awhile I find it nice to let another guy get something out of watching the action. Even if it leaves him hard and me soft!
I was out at a favorite cruising area...a rural, quiet place with a parking lot and trails and a bathroom with a gloryhole. It was just me there for awhile, so I positioned the car to face the entrance, opened my car door, took off my shirt and put the seat back and pulled my shorts down. Hot sunshine, warm air, boxer shorts down around my ankles, and a stiffening dick makes for a pretty heady combination.
As I stroked and fantasized, I heard the sound of a car engine approaching and prudently decided to pull up the shorts. It was a man in his sixties, and unlike some guys I know, I don't automatically rule out anybody above thirty. In fact, there's a seventy-something guy that I blow regularly because he's got this gorgeous, thick penis with these huge balls. I always smile when the studhunters turn him down, and then he goes into the woods with me and pulls out that equine equipment. But I digress.
This guy pulls in and walks into the bathroom. I was feeling lazy and didn't want to go in after him, so I just sat in the car and pulled the shorts down again. I was pretty sure he was cruising, so I thought I'd give him a look.
When he came back to the car, he stopped and said hello, and then he saw it all. His eyes bugged and he stepped closer while looking around. I just scooted lower and spread my legs farther to let him get a better look at my cock. "Wow," he said. "Nice."
"Thanks." I do have a nice dick, but I'm not, uh, dickheaded about it.
After a few minutes of watching, he edged closer and said, "May I?" His hand reached in and cupped my balls and played with the hairs on them, then he wrapped his fingers around my dick. He stroked a bit, then let go and asked me to keep stroking so he could watch me get off.
I wanted to stay there longer and hunt somebody down for a blowjob, but then I realized: I'm wanting to bring pleasure to somebody, and pleasure to him right now would be seeing ME experience pleasure. So I licked my palm and began a rolling, wet stroke that sent more than a little white stuff pouring over my hand within a minute or two.
It was interesting, sitting there in a hot car with a mess all over my hand and crotch, having an older man about my dad's age watch me. He did something interesting then: he reached in and touched my left nipple, holding it between his index and middle fingers and letting his thumb caress it for a second or two. Then he turned and went back to his car and drove off, while I sat there trying to recover, with a wet, sticky, softening appendage leaking a few last drops onto my car seat.
Maybe some horny guy of whatever age will get off for me while I watch, when I'm sixtysomething and eager to caress a nipple.
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