I just leaned there against the tree with my eyes shut in sexual ecstasy unaware that he was wanking his own cock with his other hand.
As I got close to cumming I was incapable of anything other than panting and moaning in extasy as quietly as I could at what he was doing to my cock with those angel lips of his.
For a few moments I am so surprised at the turn of events that I say and do nothing.
I couldn't understand why my cock was getting so hard; I didn't fancy him or any bloke for that matter.
As we struggled with me continuing to quietly plead with him to stop and keep his hands off my cock he managed to unzip my fly, push down the front of my underpants and grip the middle of my rigid cock.
It was a nice warm summers evening and we had a few pints and played darts until closing time.
When we left we had to walk to the end of the lane to a small car park on the edge of a forest that the local people used for walking their dogs, before turning in for the night.
I started to wank his cock, stopping every now and then to rub my thumb over his knob like he was doing to me.