A few weeks back I found a stranger in this nearby park and ended up blowing him in his car. I’d never cruised before, but that one night kind of rewired my brain. Since then, I’ve been circling that park like a dog in heat, hoping lightning would strike twice. Nothing. Just joggers and dog walkers and awkward eye contact with dads.
But earlier this evening, I saw him.
He was sitting on a bench near the path...mid 30s, bearded, looked like he just got back from a workout. Tank top. Fit, not insanely jacked but built. Sweat still fresh on his neck and chest hair peeking through the collar. I wasn’t expecting anything. He looked up when I passed, then spread his legs a little wider.
I didn’t think much of it. Just figured he was adjusting. But I was already worked up and horny from days of nothing, so I took a chance. Sat down beside him. Took out my phone. Pretended I was waiting for someone.
Then he spread his legs even wider. His knee touched mine.
He put his hands on his thighs, fingers casually brushing my leg like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. His hand lingered. His pinky traced the side of my thigh and then rested there. Neither of us looked at each other. The silence buzzed
Then he muttered under his breath without turning his head
“You looking for something?”
I don’t even think I answered out loud. I just shifted slightly toward him and he stood up. Casually. Without urgency. He walked toward the side trail that leads behind the trees near the edge of the lot. Didn’t say a word. Just expected me to follow
I waited ten seconds. Maybe less. Then got up and followed
There’s this maintenance shed near the corner of the park, just off the path. Metal walls. Little overhang. It’s always shaded and there’s a blind spot behind it that faces the back fence. He led me there
By the time I caught up to him, his cock was already out. Thick. Cut. Still soft but heavy in his hand. I barely even made eye contact. I just dropped to my knees on the gravel. My palms hit the dirt. I leaned in and took him into my mouth before I even realized what I was doing
He grew hard fast. Grunted once. Grabbed the back of my head
I gagged a little but stayed down. Let him fuck my throat slow and steady while I gripped his thighs. His tank top was hanging loose and I could smell his sweat...the mix of deodorant and warm skin and something filthy underneath it
He looked down at me and muttered “yeah that’s it” under his breath like he’d been waiting for this all day. Like he needed it as bad as I did
I kept going. Lips stretched around him. My spit dripping onto my shirt. Gravel digging into my knees. He didn’t stop. Just fucked my face deeper and rougher until he finally pulled back
“Open your mouth”
I did
He stroked it once. Twice. Then thick ropes of cum shot across my tongue and face. Hot. Fast. Sticky. It hit my cheek. My lips. My nose. I just knelt there, mouth open, breathing hard, feeling it drip
He tucked himself back in and walked off without a word. I wiped my face with my shirt and sat there for a second. Then I stood up, still hard, and headed home with the taste of him in my mouth
I’ll definitely be going back to his park more often.
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