—— @ofvanguards wanted a smut starter.
Normally, Magnum was not the type of man who would dive into forums online in search of the fattest piece of cockmeat he could come across. Tonight had been different; any attempts to arrange a meet with some average-joe had been futile. His heart wasn't in it. Not that it ever was, even when he was graced with a well-endowed man to enjoy. After some time of searching, reading up on profiles, interests and statistics without proof, he came across one that caught his eye. There were a few pictures. Of low quality, impressive length, the man in what appeared to be scrubs. Simply looking through the pictures on his mobile had his mouth salivating. Then he read the status; Last active, 8 years ago.
In no way did it deter or stop him. He paid the subscription fee, only to get hold of the man wielding that piece of thick meat. Once he went through the correct channels and had hold of his phone number, he sent a text message without a second thought, hoping it was still active. [forum guy with big dick]: came your profile on the cockhuntr forum. [forum guy with big dick]: i want to blow you tonight, 11pm. i'll be in a red pick-up truck in baher's park. [forum guy with big dick]: this is me. [forum guy with big dick]: picture_attachment
Not being the type to converse, he chose not to proceed with the conversation any longer. Baher's park was a popular area for people to discreetly hook up; dimly-lit, with plenty of trees, bushes and trails to sneak off into. Later in the evening, he jumped into the shower, dried and dressed, leaving his cabin to drive to the destination, not even having had bothered to look for a confirmation or a rejection.
There, he waited, lights and engine off. It was a cool summer evening, not warm nor cold. A perfect temperature to get his sweat on. Within minutes, he saw a car pull in beside his truck. The man; tall, broad and slender, muscular, exited his vehicle. Magnum watched him, he seemed to waste no time in heading straight towards the passengers side, helping himself inside. And there he was, the man known as Argis. Not wasting another second, he slipped down from the bench seat, slinking down onto one knee to encroach in the man's personal space. No fear or hesitation to be seen as both hands reached up to unbutton and unzip the man's jeans. There's no eye contact being made; he's honed in. His hand cup at the prominent bulge through jeans and underwear, massaging, squeezing and stroking it to life in anticipation.














