Middle Men

I sat in my car, daylight getting dimmer all around me. My pulse jumped a bit at every random sound that came from the surrounding woods. I stared out the windshield trying to find the courage I needed to go through with it. My cell phone buzzed at me from the passenger’s seat, my hands shaking as I reached out to pick it up. The screen lit up when I pressed the button, a new text message awaiting me. Before I even opened it, I knew exactly who it was from. I swallowed hard before reading, my mouth going dry as the words appeared in front of me.

I set my phone down, but I didn’t move to get out of the car. For the first time since I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed the other cars that were sitting idle nearby. The park was in the middle of nowhere and probably hadn’t seen this much action in years. At least not after the sun went down. During the day, it probably still drew people wanting to admire the natural beauty and hike the extensive trails that meandered over the hills. But, right now, it was filled with people waiting to watch me get fucked by a couple of relative strangers. The phone buzzed again, but I didn’t even bother to look at it this time. I took a deep breath, pulled the car door handle and shoved my way out of my hatchback.

The night air was cool and the remaining sunlight was fading fast. Lucky for the people who were there to see the show, the clearing I was heading toward boasted nearby solar-powered lights that were just starting to come to life when I got close. They provided enough light to see, but not with a lot of detail. In short, it was the perfect place for anonymous sex, and for even more anonymous people to watch the action without being seen.

The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I made my way to the picnic table that had filled my every thought for the last few weeks. It was just a fluke of fate that landed me in the park in the first place. I was chatting with a guy online, the usual stupid getting-to-know-you shit, when he asked me if I’d ever been dogging before. I had absolutely no idea what the guy was talking about, but I didn’t want him to know that. I quickly opened another window on my PC and Googled like mad until I found what I was looking for. When I found it, my breath caught in my throat as my eyes scanned the words. My cock also responded, growing harder as I digested what dogging involved. We started chatting nearly every day, laying out the various fantasy scenarios we were both after. He lived not far from me, which made the whole thing seem even more like destiny. Before I knew it, I was agreeing to meet, no longer satisfied with just jerking off while IMing my new friend.

Sex in public was not something I’d really done before, unless you count a quickie blow job from an old boyfriend in the backseat of his car. But this was more than just fucking outdoors. This was putting on a show for whoever might wander by. I had never had an audience before. I knew a bunch of people who spent their free time filming themselves jerking off and putting it online for god knows who to see. I envied their cavalier attitude. My desire to be watched had always been there, growing bigger and bigger the more I thought about it. In spite of that feeling, I’d never used the webcam that came with my laptop. It all seemed so impersonal. Thank god for the Internet, where you could always find someone looking for the same thing you were.

I could just make out the shape of someone sitting on the picnic table as I rounded the corner. The solar lights gave everything an eerie blue glow, but I couldn’t see the guy’s face until I was a few steps away. It was then that I noticed the second guy, smoking a cigarette just a few feet from the table. I snapped a twig with my shoe and both of them turned to look at me, the one sitting down quickly jumping up. As I stepped into the clearing, I noticed how tall they both were, and just a bit of unease ran through my body. The guy who was smoking spoke first, blowing out a stream of smoke before talking. His dark hair was short and spiky, the rest of his face obscured by shadows.

My name wasn’t Marc. I wasn’t about to give this guy my real name. After all, did anyone use his real name online? I figured the less information exchanged the better. This wasn’t about getting to know each other. This was about fucking. Plain and simple.

The other guy had yet to speak, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, his hands firmly planted in his pockets. He seemed a bit nervous, until Josh put a hand on his shoulder. I took a few steps closer and looked back and forth between them. I didn’t know what to do, so I just waited. In the distance, I thought I heard voices, muffled in whispers. Clearly, there were people in the woods, also waiting for something to happen. Josh took his hand from Dean’s shoulder and squared up in front of me. I did my best to keep looking him in the eye, but the darkness made it difficult to focus. Without a word, Josh pushed down on my shoulders, until I had no choice but to let my knees hit the ground. His hands left me and moved to his belt, opening his pants quickly. Dean sat back down on the picnic table, content to sit back and watch with the rest of our anonymous friends.

Josh had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it close to my tentative lips. I swallowed hard, hoping that my fear would stay down as I opened my mouth and took him in. He tasted salty and as I moved my lips down the shaft of his cock, I heard him groan into the night air. I put my hands on his hips to steady myself, scarcely able to believe that it was really happening. The random sounds coming from the woods were starting to sound more like moans and groans, zippers falling and clothing being removed. I sucked Josh down my throat as far as I could, my own cock straining hard against my jeans.

Dean decided he had been idle long enough and moved next to Josh. He pulled me away from Josh’s cock, moving my mouth onto his own hard dick. His cock was longer and thinner than Josh’s, his hands gripping my hair hard as he thrust his hips toward my face. The jolt of pain shot through me, making me even harder. I reached down, opening my pants and letting my cock free. Josh spoke up again, this time his voice a bit louder. I guess he wanted to make sure everyone could hear him.

After he spoke, he took me away from Dean, pushing his cock back into my mouth with more force than necessary. The noise from the cheap seats was getting louder, which only made me more excited. The people watching were almost more important to my fantasy than the guys making me suck them off. Suddenly, I was being pulled up to my feet, my pants falling down to my ankles as I let Josh and Dean lead me awkwardly over to the picnic table that was acting as our stage. As Josh bent me over a corner of the weathered table, I wondered how many other guys like me had been fucked here. And, how many people had watched it happen.

I would have loved to know how many eyes were on me in that moment, but it truly didn’t matter. Even one extra set of eyes was enough for me. Dean’s cock was back in my mouth as Josh worked a lubed finger into my ass. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling away from Dean and crying out, my voice cracking and echoing into the night. Dean didn’t let my mouth stay free for long, his cock back between my lips just in time to muffle my next moan. Josh worked my ass slowly, taking his sweet time moving his finger in and out. Dean was not so nice, fucking my mouth with abandon, causing spit to run down my chin and hit the table.

Hearing them talk about me like that made me so hot. I was also anxious for Josh to fuck me, to feel his cock buried deep in my ass. I heard him tear open the condom wrapper, and soon felt the persistent press of his sheathed cock on the pucker of my ass. I tried to relax, letting him inside an inch at a time, until he was grabbing my hips and pushing the rest of the way. The two of them started fucking me in the same rhythm, the noise surrounding us in the dark starting to pick up. Clearly, the audience was enjoying the show; probably not as much as I was enjoying performing for them. Josh pounded into me, reaching around to give my cock a few tugs. I was desperate to come, but I knew it wasn’t to be just yet.

True to his word, Josh gave Dean his turn with my ass. Dean slipped inside me far easier than Josh did, his cock filling me up in no time. Josh threw his condom onto the ground and I waited for his cock to fill my mouth like Dean’s had. But, instead, he seemed content to watch me get fucked by his friend for a while. I thought I even saw him smile. After that, I let my head fall onto the picnic table, my mouth free to moan out my pleasure.

Dean fucked me harder than Josh had, his pace erratic and unsteady. His fingers dug into my hips, the pain again making my ecstasy even greater. I stared out into the woods, trying to find some evidence of activity, but all I could see was blackness. Dean started fucking me even faster, his hips slamming into me, pushing me forward on the table. Josh got up from where he was sitting, turning back from observer to participant. His cock slipped back between my lips, but just for a few strokes before he pulled out again, leaving my mouth empty to approach Dean.

Dean grumbled a bit, thrusting deep and hard into me two more times before pulling out of my ass, his frustration evident. I watched him discard the condom onto the ground, his hard cock moving in and out of his fist to keep himself ready. Josh pulled me up from the table and turned me around to face him. He bent down and pulled my pants the rest of the way off. When he stood up, I finally got a glimpse of his eyes; mine had finally adjusted to the dark. He shocked me by reaching out and touching my cheek gently, much more intimate contact than I expected.

I sat back on the table, the wood smooth against my bare skin. Josh started to roll on another condom and lubed up. I couldn’t help but watch, just like everyone else. He held his cock in one hand and pushed me back onto the table with the other. My legs went into the air, my ankles ending up on Josh’s wide shoulders. I was as exposed as I could be, for all prying eyes to see. My cock was granite hard, lying against my belly in anticipation. I turned my head and looked at Dean, who pulled my face toward his jutting cock. I gladly accepted him in my mouth, swallowing as much of him as I could. He grabbed me roughly by the hair, fucking my face, making me choke before slowing down.

Josh grunted loudly as he slid inside me, my asshole offering up almost no resistance at this point. My fist wrapped around my cock, aching for release by this point. Josh had his arms wrapped around my thighs, moving inside me hard and deep. He pushed my legs back toward my head, pinning them in place with his elbows. Leaning over me, he spoke into my ear.

Josh pulled back, ending our private little moment. Our friends in the woods were making much more noise, sounds of pleasure muffled by distance and trees. Getting them off was half the fun, and it was driving me insane. Josh started pounding my ass in earnest, and I couldn’t hold back another second. My hand slid up and over the head of my cock one last time before I came, shooting all over my stomach, my ass contracting around Josh’s fat dick. Dean came down my throat, his hot jizz filling my mouth as I struggled to keep up with his continued thrusts. Josh wasn’t far behind his buddy, grunting and groaning as he pushed into me hard a few more times, shuddering as he came deep inside me.

Everything got quiet after that. Josh pulled out and tossed his condom aside once again, getting himself together quickly. Dean rubbed his softening prick against my lips before moving away, zipping up and pulling two cigarettes out of the pack on the table. I stayed on the table for another minute, enjoying the newfound silence of the woods. I finally sat up, finding my pants where Josh had tossed them. I looked at the two of them, once again, none of us knowing what to do. This time I spoke up, no longer scared or unsure.