He’d been wanting to meet me for a while, a long while. The problem was that while he wasn’t exactly a friend; Harold was a little bit more than just a casual acquaintance. He was married and had kids so was obviously on the down low but so was I, so that wasn’t the issue. The problem was that knowing him, he’d screw things up by opening his mouth or something. It was a lot like dealing with Stifler from the ‘American Pie’ movies. Usually Harold would go away for a while, then weeks later he’d find me, wanting to meet for a blowjob and the process started all over. It was looking to be the start of one of those times when his email showed up that night. Feeling a bit devilish, I started teasing him for details about what he wanted, telling him what I liked and so on. Then, just to see what he’d do and because I was getting a serious need to feel a cock in my mouth, I told Harold that what would really turn me on is a Escort Avrupa yakası totally anonymous blowjob in his car. If he wanted me to suck his cock then he’d have to meet me a certain place at a certain time and he’d have to be in the back seat of his car, naked and blindfolded. One would have thought that he’d have at least given it some thought, meeting a complete stranger in a remote area with all the criteria I put in place, but no, he just asked, “When and where?” Then curiosity got the better of me and I asked him, “Why so quick to agree?” That’s when Harold fessed up that it had been years since his wife had sucked his cock. He further confessed that he’d had a couple blowjobs from a couple of guys many years ago, but hadn’t given it much thought again until his wife shut him off. I asked him, “Why me?” Harold said, “I like your profile best and you gave me some Ataköy escort good advice about trying to meet men other than you. Not to mention the advice you gave me should I find one. I’ve tried to meet some other guys but things just didn’t work out.” But he didn’t explain how or why, just let that part hang. Then I gave Harold directions to a secluded place, telling him what to look for and how and where to pull his car into the spot. I finished with, “If you want a blowjob, be there in forty five minutes and be ready.” “Hot damn, this has me hard,” he typed back. I responded, “I’m serious. I’m going to log off and go there. You be there in forty five minutes, no sooner.” I wanted time to get there and get into position, hiding myself until I could make sure he was holding up his end of the deal. “Forty five minutes. Be there.” Then I logged off, got into some real dark blue, Şirinevler escort bayan almost black sweats and a black baseball cap and then left for the meeting spot. The place was in a rural area, where tractors and other farm equipment entered a field. The fence row was behind a thick line of trees and shrubs. It was very private. When I got there I pulled my pickup into a well-hidden dirt access lane that was up the black-top road a little way and walked down to the meeting place. I knew this place very well, because I’d been using it as a parking place for men and women since I was a teenager. Unfortunately, this place is no longer there. When the farmer died his kids sold the land and it was turned into a housing development. Anyway, I sat down on the thick trunk of a fallen tree and waited. Harold’s car’s lights lit the road as it made its way slowly towards me. He stopped a couple times, trying to find the entrance, before finding the right one. When he found it, Harold turned into the drive and then right again to park parallel to the row of trees. That brought his car right next to where I was sitting, hidden by the trees and bushes. It was a nice summer night, around seventy degrees, almost no breeze and no moon.