The shed
He led me across the park, his hand still gripping mine, firm and deliberate. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears, and every step closer to the tool shed made my body throb with anticipation. The air felt thicker, heavier, charged with something I couldn’t quite name but desperately wanted to explore. He glanced back at me once, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, like he already knew what I was thinking—what I was craving.
The shed was tucked away behind a cluster of trees, secluded and quiet. He pushed the door open with his free hand, and it creaked lightly as we stepped inside. The space was dim, the only light filtering through a small, grimy window near the ceiling. The scent of grass clippings and oil filled the air, mingling with the faint musk of sweat that clung to him. He turned to face me, his eyes dark and intense, and let go of my hand.
“You’re curious, huh?” he said, his voice low and teasing. He took a step closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “I can tell. You’ve been watching me all day.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I... I don’t know what you mean.”
He chuckled, deep and rich, and shook his head. “Don’t play dumb. I saw you staring.” His gaze dropped down my body, lingering for a moment before returning to my eyes. “You liked what you saw, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t lie. My body was screaming the truth even if my words wouldn’t. I nodded slowly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and something else—something hotter, darker.
“Good,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Because I’ve been watching you too.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against my chest, and I shivered at the touch. “You’re nervous. It’s cute.”
Before I could respond, he moved closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the hardness of his chest against me, the warmth of his skin through his shirt. His hands slid down my sides, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my pants, desperate for release.
“You ever done this before?” he asked, his lips brushing against my ear.
I shook my head, my throat too tight to speak.
He grinned, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. “First time, huh? Don’t worry. I’ll make it good for you.” His hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, and he hesitated for just a moment before pushing them down. My breath caught in my throat as his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already half-hard and massive. Even soft, it was bigger than anything I’d ever seen, and as it began to harden completely, I couldn’t help but stare.
He laughed softly, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock and giving it a slow stroke. “Like what you see?”
I nodded again, my mouth watering as I watched him. The veins running along the length of it were prominent, the head swollen and flushed a deep red. Precum glistened at the tip, and I could smell the musky scent of him, warm and intoxicating.
“Yeah,” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.
He stepped closer, his cock brushing against my stomach, and I could feel the heat of it through my shirt. “You want to taste it?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. I’d never done anything like this before—never even come close. But the way he was looking at me, the way his body felt against mine... I couldn’t resist. I nodded again, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst.
“Good boy,” he murmured, his hand tangling in my hair and guiding me to my knees. The floor of the shed was rough against my skin, but I barely noticed. All I could focus on was the monster of a cock in front of me, thick and veiny and perfect.
He gripped himself tightly, angling it toward my mouth, and I leaned forward, my lips parting as I took the tip into my mouth. The taste of him exploded on my tongue—salty and musky and so masculine—and I moaned softly around him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward slightly. “Feels good.”
Encouraged by his reaction, I took more of him into my mouth, sinking down until I felt his cock hit the back of my throat. He groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair as I began to bob my head up and down, my tongue swirling around his shaft. The weight of him on my tongue was incredible, filling my mouth in a way that made me ache for more.
“That’s it,” he growled, thrusting deeper into my mouth. “Take it all.”
I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat again, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I relaxed my throat and let him push deeper, until his cock was buried in my mouth and I could feel his balls brushing against my chin. His groans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel his body trembling as he fucked my face.
“God, you’re good at this,” he panted, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “Fuck... I’m gonna cum.”
I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. With a guttural groan, he pulled out of my mouth just in time to spray thick ropes of cum across my face. It was hot and sticky, landing on my cheeks, my lips, even in my hair. The smell of it flooded my senses, musky and intoxicating.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his chest heaving as he looked down at me. “You look so fucking hot like this.”
My face was slick with his cum as I gazed up at him
