I put on a Tshirt and shorts and as a little thrill I snuck out a pair of my wifes frilly lacy panties and slipped them on under the shorts. I loved the feeling of my cock nestled in the little hammock of lacy material with the thong part riding up into the crack of my arsehole. It felt naughty and exposed but was a huge turn-on.

I cycled for a few miles out into the open empty countryside, it was amazing! no traffic and really quiet, I hadn’t seen another soul. I rolled down a country lane in warm sunshine. As I got to the bottom of the slope I realised my cock and balls were feeling a little “crushed” from the ride and pulled to the side near a copse of trees, to adjust myself and take the pressure off. I stepped of my cycle and put the stand down, then reached in and cupped my cock and balls to give them a little rub and restore some feeling. The delicious sensation of doing something so private in public (even in such as deserted place) gave me a little thrill, and I started to rub and caress myself a little more than I needed to; feeling my cock start to come to life and thicken slightly the thrill of the panties and my own touch making me feel very horny. I thought about getting my cock out and maybe photographing myself in this state to post on XNXX later.

Suddenly I heard a voice say “Nice day for it!” Shocked and alarmed, I quickly removed my hand and swung round, to see a guy about my age (50’s) with a similar body type to mine (dad bod), wearing shorts tshirts and hiking boots and carrying a small rucksack, standing looking at me with some evident amusement, though no hint of disapproval. I blushed red and started to burble a response “haha, yes it’s great to get out isn’t it?”

He smiled at my response and said “oh yes, its always nice to be out”…..

I continued to waffle “ I was just adjusting my seat, you know what it’s like after a few miles….”

He nodded “ Ha yes gets a bit crushed eh?” He looked pointedly at the bulge in my cycling shorts, which my rubbing had left. “Looks like its ok now though”

We chatted a little about how weird and quiet it was and how we hadn’t seen anyone else around (until now). Then he said, “ I’m going down to the swimming hole at the bottom of this valley, its pretty private on most days but there wont be a soul there now, you should come and try it, very good for crushed nuts!” The way he looked at me as he said this made me lurch a little, mental images of he and I going own the track and swimming in private raised all sorts possibilities, I don’t often get the chance but I am an avid little cocksucker and this seemed like an amazing opportunity.

“Sure that sounds great” I said, “Lead on”…He turned off the road towards the copse of trees and I realised it was a little path leading down the slope of a field. I wheeled my bike behind him and then we were able to walk side by side. He looked at me and said “ You know, I quite often strip off here and walk to the swim hole naked!” I was now getting quite excited at his words and tone!

“Really? Don’t you worry about people seeing you?” “nah he replied, Like I said it’s pretty private, and besides It’s a bit of a thrill isn’t it? Like touching your cock when you think no ones looking….”

I blushed again, totally acknowledging with my silence that he was right.

With that, the dropped his rucksack and proceeded to strip until he was just standing in his hiking boots. His body was quite thickset, not too hairy other than a thin amount on his slight paunch.

My gaze took in his cock and balls, they were shaved and looked quite pale and exposed in the sunlight. His ballsack was quite tight under his cock but a decent roundness to his sack and his cock although limp was reasonably thick his circumcised mushroom jutting slightly.

His voice broke my thoughts ”Nice eh?” I looked at his face, as he clearly saw that I had been staring at his privates.