John from the park

I had met John while cruising at a park one day after work. I parked my car in the small lot and began walking back into the woods. As I walked further, I came across a man about 5’9”, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, clean shaven. His white dress shirt had the 3 top buttons undone and I could see lush chest hair and a pretty built chest, his arms almost busting through the fabric of the shirt, biceps were massive. He was leaning against a tree, and I could see one hand in his pocket groping himself.

As I walked closer, he smiled and as I approached he said, “hey, what’s up?”, in a deep baritone voice. I responded, “not much yet. What you up to?”. And he just stared at me and I stared back, and he resumed groping his prick. I broke the silence and suggested that he needed some help with that. I got down on my knees, unzipped him, and out sprang a very thick 7.5” cock, already with droplets of precum. He had gone commando!  

I wasted no time as I engulfed his manhood entirely in my mouth and down my throat, and his musk intoxicated me as his thick pubic bush tickled my nose. I began to bob my head up and down in deep strokes on his shaft. I was down on my knees for less than 5 minutes before he placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed down as he erupted deep in my mouth. His cum tasted sweet and it was heavy and thick. I made sure I swallowed every single drop.

Unlike most guys who zip and run, he stuck around and asked me my name and we talked for several minutes when I discovered his name was John and he was the manager of a chain of car dealerships. I noticed his wedding band. He began to tell me he was married to a woman, and she knew about his attraction to men, and that he had a boyfriend that lived in their guesthouse. Once in a while, he liked to play with other guys. He complimented my blow job technique and deep throating abilities and said he’d like to meet again.

Over several months we’d meet at this park or his truck and I would blow him almost weekly. As we got to know each other more, I’d told him about my fetish of watching men shave. To me, that is the manliest thing a man does. He offered to foot the bill for a hotel room and that we’d meet one morning before work.

The morning arrived of our planned meeting at the hotel. When I arrived, John was wearing nothing but a pair of CK white briefs. His body looked like an Adonis, I was swooning, and grew instantly hard. I was paralyzed by his beautifully sculpted body and just couldn’t move. He pulled me inside the room and closed the door.

He placed my hand on his hairy pec and I began to rub his chest with both hands, then I began to rub my face in between his pecs before licking, biting, nibbling on his nipples. He flexed his pecs for me as I worshipped them and then he clasped his arms behind his head and I dove in to clean out his pits and licked his hard biceps. My own cock was dripping, and I hadn’t even stepped out of my clothes.

John took a step back and told me to get comfortable. I stripped down to my black Elance Jockey bikini briefs and John took my hand and led me to the sink. He asked if I was ready, and I gulped and said yes. I stood to the side and watched as John wet his face with warm water and then he picked up the can of Gillette Foamy and placed some on the fingertips of his left hand. When he began to lather up, I grabbed my crotch. It was an incredible sight. John picked up his dual-sided straight edge razor in his right hand and began to scrape it across his beard. I think I let out an audible sigh.

After a another 3 passes across his face, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I positioned myself under the sink and pulled down his briefs. While jerking myself I went down on John. He continued shaving himself, wiped off the excess shaving cream on his face with a towel and then I smelled Old Spice. When he finished, he engaged in the blow job he was receiving. He held my head tightly in his hands and pumped my mouth full of his seed.

I was about to cum myself when he kicked my hand away from my cock. He said, “get up on the bed”. He had me get on all 4’s and pulled off my bikini brief. He got behind me and spread my ass with his strong hands and shoved his freshly shaven face into my crack, his tongue digging deep into my anal canal. I was tingling and panting and moaning. I was praying to God begging John not to stop. My cock hard as a brick. He reached between my legs and began to jerk me off, his face and tongue never leaving my ass.  When I began to cum, my hole clamped around his finger and tongue it was powerful and shot after shot of cum flew out of me. I collapsed on the bed my skin sticking to the sprayed cum and my ears were ringing and my heart was beating incredibly fast.

John said afterwards, I’d been wanted to eat your ass since the first time we met at the park. While we never did meet at a hotel again after that, we continued to fool around for many months, at the park or in his truck. Roughly 6 months after the hotel encounter, John informed me he had taken another job in the Midwest, and would relocating there with his wife, and his boyfriend. He had known this for quite some time, but held off telling me, as he’d be leaving in just 2 days.

I look back fondly on the many times I blew him, and I still have very vivid memories of that morning in the hotel, John standing there in his CK briefs, how he allowed me to orally worship that incredible body, watching him prepare to shave. I can still hear the sound of the razor scraping against his beard, and I still can feel how he held my head firmly as he pumped his morning seed deep down my throat. My only regret is that I never did get to feel John’s thick 7.5” inside me. He said he only fucked his boyfriend. Damn, I envy that guy!