My craving for outdoors sex drives fellas away
who might fancy a quickie.
Once I was sitting on a bench when a young hunk walked by, so I smiled and he came and sat next to me. He put his arm around me and asked: “Fancy a shag?”
I was very horny so we wandered off into the bushes, out of sight, where I peeled off and stripped him, too.
We didn’t hang about and I started to give him a blowjob, cupping his balls in one hand while wanking his seven-incher off into my mouth with the other.
I then spread myself against a tree so he could f**k me from behind. He gave me a good seeing-to and I came quickly.
He had no inhibitions and I hoped to meet him again but I keep going back to the same bench in the park and haven’t seen him since.
Now I’m beginning to think I’ll never meet my Mr Right.
Can you please help?
DH, north London GET out in the garden at home!