A glorious spring day in the Pennine hills on the Lancashire / Yorkshire border saw me up early and on my way to a deep and densely wooded gorge with swathes of bluebells. Much as I love nature in all its glory, I had more in mind finding a spot secluded enough, but where I could see any walkers before they saw me, to have an open-air, sunny day wank.

I parked and noted very few other cars, as I had hoped. I set off into the wooded clough, a nature reserve run by the National Trust. I followed a path up a heather-clad hill with silver birch and rowan trees growing from clefts in craggy rock outcrops. At the top, I stopped and surveyed the sunlit scene. I was at forest canopy height with footpaths visible way below me. I was hidden from any casual observer by boulders and heather bushes. Satisfied I could not be easily seen but could observe anyone approaching, I undid my trousers and shirt. As I wasn't wearing pants, my cock sprang free instantly and grew hard in the gentle, warm sunshine as my trousers dropped to my ankles.

Keeping my eyes and ears alert, I began to enjoy stroking my cock, luxuriating in the gentle breeze caressing my balls and perineum, the sun glistening on a drop of pre cum emerging from my pee hole.

Across the valley, too far away to see me without binoculars, I could spy several distant farmhouses and occasional cars on a remote road.

I was enjoying my open-air wank in the sun when I saw a figure emerge just below me and some metres distant. A young man I guessed, by his long hair and fit body in fashionably torn jeans and a tee shirt. He appeared not to see me. I crouched very slightly so a fine screen of heather and tall grasses partially hid me but allowed me to see him.

The young stranger unzipped his jeans and drew out his cock. Emboldened by seeming unobserved, I watched as he wanked his cock in the sun. A handsome and impressive cock it looked too. It rapidly stiffened and thickened as I watched and he masturbated. He glanced about him, checking he was alone, I guessed.

I recommenced my stroking action and my enhanced arousal at the sight of a very large, youthful cock, engorged my own cock to the hardest and biggest it had been in a very long time! As I was watching my pre cum leak in the sun, I heard a quiet voice say, "Hi."

I looked in alarm at the young guy stroking his cock and he smiled in my direction and repeated, "Hi."

I was not as concealed as I had imagined! I rose from my crouch (which was a relief to do!) and returned the greeting.

"Shall I come up and join you?" he asked in a friendly manner. "You are wanking too aren't you?" I nodded my agreement.

He stepped up through the heather and bilberry shrubs and stood beside me with his cock in his hand, wanking slowly up and down. A very fine cock it was too. He drew his balls out and it looked like he was as smooth as younger people (I believe!) often are these days.

"Lovely day for it," was all I could think of saying. My own cock was still erect and I had hardly paused my own wanking motion.

"It is, isn't it?! Very nice to see another erect cock in the sun!"

"It's lovely," I said, not sure if I meant the beautiful day, his gorgeous cock or our current situation. But it didn't seem to matter. We continued to watch each other wank our cocks.

"I'm like, bisexual," the young chap remarked, "with a penchant for outdoor fun. You gay, bi or straight?"

"Bisexual" I ventured. "You have a lovely big cock there; delightful!"

"Thank you, I'm enjoying our wank. Nice to see such a good hard cock, man."⁹

Our eyes were fixed on each other's cocks as we wanked almost in unison.

"I'm Alan," not sure if it was appropriate to exchange names, as I'd never found myself in such a situation. But he seemed relaxed and replied,

"Johnny, hiya! My girlfriend will be intrigued by me meeting an older bi guy wanking!"

"She's cool about this sort of thing?"

"Oh yeah. I bet she'll get horny when I tell her after work; she'll want to fuck for sure!"

My cock was now as hard as I've ever known since my youth, leaking copious pre cum.

"Fancy frotting our cocks, Alan?"

I'm thinking, wow, am I dreaming?

We stood closer and rubbed our cocks together. I was on the verge of cumming.

"I love the way our pre cum is all shiny and slippy in the sunlight!"

"Bi is best, man!"

Johnny cupped my balls and smiled widely.

"My girlfriend just like loves sharing my cock with friends, male and like, female too. She's bi as well! Happy days!"

We had somehow slipped from wanking our own cocks to wanking each other and fondling balls.

"Do you fancy cumming in my like, mouth?"

I nodded, amazed beyond words.

His crouching action was immediate and as effortless as my earlier crouch had been old, slow and creaky-kneed!

Johnny's mouth was around my cock head as he sucked, swirling his tongue and wanked my shaft!

He gurgled as I shot my cum into his youthful mouth in repeated erupting spasms.

It felt heavenly.

I just had to repay the favour! Despite the creaky knees, I knelt down on one knee and applied my mouth to his large, glistening cock head, emulating his tongue and sucking actions. He came mightily; his cum filling my mouth and despite my swallowing action, dribbling down my chin.

I stood upright and we grinned happily at each other.

"Man, that was like, great, Alan!"

"Johnny, it was fucking amazing!"

We started to tuck away our slippery, glistening genitals. I wondered if I should offer to shake hands or make to-do with a hug. I mean, never, ever has the situation ever so much as crossed my otherwise alarmingly fertile erotic imagination!

In the event, tackle safely stowed away, we had a brief hug and Johnny says, "Hope I like, see you around again, man!"

And disappeared downhill into the foliage.

I stayed there in the sun, stunned and elated, for about ten minutes.

Then I wended my way down the crag, shaky knees and all, to the carpark.

Will I ever see Johnny (and maybe even his girlfriend) again?