Not really bird spotting

Not really bird spottingIt was one of my rare days off. I’m a photographer, always doing something, so even on this rare day, I wanted to test a new lens I had recently purchased.I decided to head to a large reservoir a few miles from where I live in the east of Cambridgeshire, and have a walk around.After a while I came across one of the bird spotting hides that are dotted around the waters edge, and decided to take the weight off my feet, and see what the lens could do from there.As I entered the dark cabin, I caught an older gentleman quickly trying to rearrange himself, startled by my entrance, his binoculars on the bench in front of him. He was probably in his mid 60’s.’Afternoon’ I said. ‘Anything interesting out there?” No not really, it’s very quiet’. He replied. That was it as far as communications went, for a while anyway.Occasionally, he would try to re-adjust the front of his trousers, trying not to make it obvious to me, but it was, very. It became all too apparent what he was doing before I had entered the cabin. My own trousers started to get a bit of a bulge, as I tried to imagine what he might have.After his 4th or 5th re-adjustment, I asked ‘Do you come to these hides very often?”Only when I have some spare time, or want to get away from the Mrs for an hour’ he laughed.’Just to bird spot?’ I asked.He looked Escort at me with the face that said ‘I’ve been caught’.With this, I slid along the wooden bench, until I was almost next to him. He turned to look out of the hide with his binoculars at his eyes.I moved my left hand to the top of his right leg, and was pleasantly surprised when he opened his legs, allowing me to place my hand on what was a very nice bulge.I began to move the palm of my hand in a circular motion, occasionally grasping the tube within with my fingers.It was only then that the gent let out low moans.’Let me help you get a little more comfortable’ I said as I slowly undid the zip.I tried to slide my hand inside, but because of the way we where seated, it was difficult. The gent put down his binoculars, and still looking forward to the outside, he undid his belt and button for me.That was much better, I thought to myself, as I slid my hand down the front of his boxer shorts, finding a very hard cock, that I am sure benefitted from it’s release from the clothing.With just a little dexterity, I managed to prize his cock from his shorts into the open air with one hand. It was a good 6 or 7 inches long, with a very good girth, neatly trimmed pubes at the base, and a lovely mushroom head.He had still said very little to me at all, just the occasional Escort Bayan moan or intake of breath.I started to stroke his cock up and down, rolling his foreskin back down his shaft and away from the head, teasing the purple end with my thumb and fingers.’That’s lovely’. he said. ‘Are you going to make me cum?”I would love to. Would you like that?’ I asked.’Yes please. It’s been a while since I have’. The gents cock was now very hard indeed, and I wanted more than to just wank him off, as I don’t like to waste spunk. I directed his right leg over the bench, so he was straddling it, and I did the same with my left.The sight was actually very hot. There he was leaning back against the cabin wall, with one leg either side of the bench, and this very impressive hard cock, pointing directly at me, straight as an arrow, It’s large purple head inviting me.I leaned forward, and licked the underside of the purple mushroom, before slipping it along my tongue, deep into my mouth, my lips sealing around the veiny shaft.The gent let out a moan considerably louder than any before, as I started to bob my mouth up and down his cock. My left hand wrapped around it, slowly stroking the length in time with my sucking mouth. Every few strokes I would lick or nibble on the shaft, up to his swollen purple head.After a Bayan Escort few minutes of this, I could taste sweet pre-cum oozing from the shiny slit. There was quiet a lot, and made a point of letting him watch me lick and suck it out onto my tongue.After about ten minutes of gentle sucking and slurping greedily on his cock, he put his hand on my shoulder.’I’m going to cum! You’re going to make me cum!!’ He said.I sat up, but not too far away, and grasped his cock with my hand, wanking his cock backwards and forwards, the saliva shining in the dim light of the cabin.Within moments, he let out a deep but restrained growl, and a long hot rope of sweet salty cum shot from this now throbbing cock, hitting my right cheek and chin with some force.I immediately opened my mouth, and with great speed, had his cock inside before the second hot spurt of spunk shot from it.There was a huge amount, with some trickling from the corners of my mouth onto my chin, before I had to swallow. It was literally a gulp of cum, and I could feel the heat as it slid into my belly.The gent was a little out of breath as I continued to lick and suck every drop of cum from his softening cock, before using my finger to scoop cum from my chin into my mouth to finish.’Thank you, that was great’ He said, as I placed his flaccid cock back into his shorts, did the button and zip up, and did the belt buckle up.’You are very welcome. I was feeling very horny, so you helped me out too’. I replied.He then told me he comes to the reservoir about once a week, so there could be a repeat.That would be good.