Cruising the Park

Last orders in the pub has just been called, and the lads start discussing which club or late-night bar to head too. I have no intentions of joining them tonight though. I’ve been horny all day and know exactly what I need. So, making some lame excuse about having an early start the next day, and suffering the subsequent obligatory jibes and taunts from my mates for being “lame” and “don’t be such a big girl,” they head off into the city centre and I start my walk home. Except I’m not heading home, I’m heading for the park.

Arriving at the old Victorian park gates which, despite the sign to the contrary, are never locked at night, I slip inside away from the streetlights and into the relative dark of the park. I’ve been here before so I know where I’m going, but the moon is bright tonight so it isn’t pitch black as it sometimes can be this late in the evening, and I can easily follow the path to the left towards the long since closed down toilet block towards the rear of the park.

Getting close to the building, my anticipation grows and my cock twitches at what might be about to occur, but I still haven’t seen any signs of life in the park, the only sound being my light breathing and the crunch of gravel beneath my feet. I hope I’m not going to be the only one here tonight.

Leaving the main path just past the toilet block, I slowly creep into the trees and bushes that surround it along the well-trodden trail that had developed over the years. To my right, I could here the muffled sounds of two people having sex. Result, I think. At least I’m not the only one here, I might be in luck tonight. Continuing to follow the trail for now, it looped round as I know it does to a small opening by the wall at the rear of old toilet block.

Bingo. As I come out of the trees into the small opening, I see a guy, stood leaning against the wall,  smoking. As I approach, I do a quick assessment. Given where he is, and his ever so slightly apprehensive stance, I can be pretty sure he’s here for the same thing I am and not a mugger. Late 30s probably, stocky, looks like a chav in baseball cap, hoodie and trackie bottoms. Fit. My cock begins to harden in my jeans.

I walk slowly past him, and we pretend to hardly notice one another. All part of the game. Then I slowly turn and greet him with a slight nod and make eye contact. He returns the gesture, drops his cigarette to the ground and moves his hand to the crotch of his trackies, gently stroking his bulge. I move forward, until I’m stood in front of him and look down to his crotch. He doesn’t move, just continues to gently stroke his bulge through the nylon material. I slowly move my right hand forward and brush it against his crotch. He moves his hand away and allows me to feel his bulge through his trackies. I squeeze slightly and it responds to my touch.

The chav’s hands reach for my shoulders and gently encourage me down. I don’t need any further invitation. I drop to my knees in the dirt and bring my face close to my prize. I press my nose against the hardening bulge in front of me and inhale. “Hmmmmmm” I murmur, unable to contain my appreciation of the musky aroma, slightly sweaty, slightly piss-y, that fills my nostrils. I press my nose in further, inhaling deeply, beginning to lose myself in the encounter.

Realising my pleasure, the chav grabs the back of my head and roughly pulls my head into his crotch and holds it there, clearly enjoying the power he’s so quickly establishing over me. I struggle a little to breath with my face pressed into his crotch, but the scent is amazing. As he releases his grip, I moan again, unable to silence the animalistic desire building up in me.

I reach for the waistband of his trackies and pull them slowly down. His cock springs out over the waistband. He’s clearly enjoying this as much as I am. Almost fully hard already, a nice 7 inches, uncut, thick (but not too thick), and pretty big, low hanging balls, covered with a light hairy fuzz. Jackpot.

I can’t wait to take this beautiful cock in my mouth, but I resist a moment longer and inhale his aroma again, burying my nose into his ball sack. The sweaty musk is overwhelming, my cock throbs hard, restricted in my jeans. I take his cock in my hand and admire it, bringing my nose to the tip to inhale the aroma of his foreskin as I peel it back slowly over his bulging head. As I do, I can’t control my tongue any longer and my tongue takes its first tentative taste. “Hmmmmmmm,” I exhale.

“Suck it,” the chav growls from above me, the first words spoken between us, and he takes hold of my head again and forcefully pushes his cock into my hungry mouth. My tongue slides along his thick shaft as I attempt to take his full length straight away. I gag, covering his cock with salvia as he pulls my head off his cock, before forcing it back in again a second later. This time I take him all, resting my nose in his pubes and once again taking in his musk, feeling his cock down my throat, and holding it there until I gag again. Lots more saliva. It’s getting nice and sloppy now, just how I like it.

Like a slut possessed, my desires take over and the chav soon realises I need no more physical encouragement as I greedily take his cock deep time and time again as he fucks my face hard. “Fuck yeah, fucking suck that cock you fucking faggot,” he hisses. “You dirty bastard, you fucking love it don’t you?” “Hmmmmmmm” is all I can muster in return as I continue to be pounded by his throbbing cock. It’s as if he knows me, whispering filth like that only makes me all the more horny, and my cock strains even harder in my jeans.

The face fucking slows, and I start to pay greater attention to his cock head, swirling my tongue around his foreskin and enjoying the generous amounts of sweet pre-cum leaking from his slit. As I lose myself in sucking and teasing his head with my tongue whilst slowly stroking his hard, wet shaft with my hand, he reaches into his hoodie pocket, takes out another cigarette and lights it. Clearly he’s now happy to leave me to the job in hand.

Moving my attention slightly from his throbbing cock, I continue to gently stroke his thick shaft as I move my mouth down to his balls, greedily taking in first the left and running my tongue around his sweaty ball sack. Fuck, that tastes so good. I moan slightly as I greedily suck in the right ball too, the slight vibration causing his cock to throb even harder in my hand. “Fuck yeah, you dirty little bastard, just like that” he hisses, before taking another drag on his cigarette. I continue to greedily suck on his sweaty balls, slowly working his shaft with my hand, entirely lost in my desire for this stranger’s cock.

Suddenly, I feel the chav’s hands on my head again, as he pulls me away from the heaven I’m experiencing with his balls in my mouth and turns my face to the left. There, just a few feet away, I see a tall, dark figure emerge from the bushes. Shit. For a split second I’m petrified, what if it’s the police? As I regain my senses, I see the man approaching us more clearly. Probably in his 50’s, tall, beefy, black guy. He’s stroking his huge, hard black cock as he approaches us. He’s clearly been enjoying the show. He stops, his fat cock inches from my face. I stare for a second in awe at the girth of it.

Just then, the chav pushes my head forward towards it. Instinctively my mouth opens, and I run my tongue around the huge, purple head. The black guy grabs my head and thrusts into my open mouth, taking me totally by surprise. He grunts, and immediately cums, filling my mouth with several spurts of his thick, salty load. I swallow as much as I can, feeling the rest running down my face and chin. He withdraws and I lean forward, wanting so desperately to suck the final remnants of his load from him. But he’s already turning away as he stuffs his still hard cock back in his trousers and retreats along the trail back into the bushes. Gone.

The chav turns my head back to his cock, still throbbing in my hand whilst I’ve just unexpectedly swallowed another stranger’s load. He takes his cock in his hand now and slaps my face a little with it, rubbing his cock in the leftover cum around my mouth and chin. “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he whispers, “my turn to get off now I think.”

With that, he pushes his cock back into my mouth and begins to fuck my face hard, his balls slapping against my chin as I happily feel his cock slamming into my mouth and throat. Within seconds I feel his whole body tense and his cock pulsate as he slams deep into my throat one last time, shooting his load straight down my throat. I pull back, determined to enjoy the taste of his cum in my mouth for longer and the final spurts coat my tongue with his thick, creamy cum. I greedily suck and lick his cock head as he begins to pull away. I’m aware the encounter is nearly over, yet I want more. He allows me a moment longer to clean up his now softening cock, running my tongue under his foreskin, trying to savour every last bit of his load.

But then he calls time. He pulls his cock away from my still hungry mouth and shoves it back in his trackie bottoms. I remain kneeling in the dirt, still a little lost in the moment to be honest and licking the last of the cum from around my lips. He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Thanks for that, mate. You’re one proper horny bastard.” Then, to my total surprise, he seductively licks my ear, before turning away and quickly disappearing along the trail.