Washington Park

When Timothy’s family moved to an older suburb, he had no idea of the delights that lay ahead for him. When Timothy commenced scouting his new environs, these pleasures began to reveal themselves.

About a mile from the house that his parents bought, ideally suited to his mother’s burgeoning pottery captivation, there was a large park, which would transform Timothy’s life. His homosexual predilections were well on their way to becoming a manifestation in his life, and the park would serve as the perfect conduit to his penchant.

On Timothy’s first visit to the park, he saw an ablution area constructed at the far end of the park. The male toilets were constructed a good distance from the female ablution area. What Timothy did not know and would soon find out, was that these men’s toilets were a famous cruising area.

In Timothy’s naivety, the first time he entered the toilets to have a piss he had no idea of the enchantment that would follow. The overwhelming impression that captivated him was one of smell. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant but would become an odour that would sexually arouse him for the rest of his life. It was the peculiar combination of antiseptic and engrained piss, which emanated from the long steel urinal. The odour would become a prelude to future sexual engagements, like an elixir of lust. 

As Timothy mounted the raised cement slab before the long steel urinal for the first time, he innocently took out his cock to urinate. As Timothy went about his business, he became aware of an unattractive lanky person to his left that was also seemingly having a piss. As he uncomfortably glanced at the man, he could not resist looking at the man’s dick. Timothy was gobsmacked by the semi-erect and rather large uncut cock that the man was flapping about between his fingers.  

As Timothy look up to the man’s face, there was an unmistakable, salacious come-hither look on the man’s face. Being as green as he was, Timothy stood frozen. Shortly, however, the person began to shuffle nearer to him. By the time he stood next to Timothy, his cock was fully erect.

“Hi, I’m Errol,” the man said.

“I’m Timothy, Timothy nervously replied.

“Do you want to touch my knob?” the stranger hornily inquired.

“Is it safe?” Timothy questioned as lust began to surge through him.

“Yeah. Besides, one can clearly hear the swing doors opening,” Errol reassuringly stated.  

Timothy was more excited than he had ever been and could not resist the temptation. Gingerly, he extended his fingers and enfolded the magnificent chunk of meat on offer. As his hand ensconced phallus and commenced sliding the skin back and forth, it was as if an electrical pulse progressed up his arm. The taught, silky skin of the heavenly protuberance was unbelievably sensual.

Timothy now saw a coarse hand reach up before sliding in behind his neck. Next, nicotine-stained teeth advanced toward his mouth before a cigarette flavoured kiss landed on his mouth, followed by a tobacco slug sloshing in his mouth. The skankiness was strangely not off-putting to Timothy.

Not long after, the man told Timothy to climb off the raised cement platform, before Errol presented his dick for a blowjob. Given the height difference, Timothy did not have to bend over too much, before the cock headed for his mouth.

After taking hold of Errol’s knob, a musty smelling glans slipped out of tangy confinement as Timothy pushed Errol’s foreskin back. Nervous as he was, Timothy was beyond caring as his greedy lips quickly embraced the pungent head, before the satin serpent began to conquer his mouth. Timothy had never sucked a dick before and Errol soon comprehended his innocent lack of skill.

“Just relax your throat, buddy, and let me do the work,” Errol suggested.   

With Timothy’s head ensconced in Errol’s grubby hands, Timothy listened to Errol’s guidance.

“Don’t try to suck, simply relax and swallow my dick. You won’t choke, buddy,” Errol directed.  

Timothy was soon getting the hang of things, and amazed by his dexterity. So was Errol. The throat invasion was more pleasant than Timothy had imagined, despite the drool.  

“You are doing great!” Errol kept encouraging.

After a short while, Errol asked, “Do you like cum?”

“Mmm,” Timothy mumbled as he lied because he had never before had anyone cum in his mouth.

“When I warn you that I am going to unload, just keep swallowing,” Errol further informed Timothy, as his breathing started becoming excited.

Next, Errol announced his climax. Timothy could feel the warm ooze coating his mouth and throat, and swallowed as instructed.

In all honesty, the taste was not great, but the eroticism of the encounter negated Timothy’s misgivings.

“Did you like that?” Errol asked as he wiped Timothy’s slimy chin.

“Yeah… That was great,” Timothy, gushed.

As Errol pulled up his pants, he asked, “Where do you live?”

After Timothy mentioned his address, Errol let out a laugh and replied that his house was only a block away from Timothy’s home. Errol then suggested that they leave together. He wanted to show Timothy where he lived, just in case Timothy ever wanted to visit in the future.

En route, Errol learned that Timothy had never been to the toilets before, as Errol suspected, and that Timothy was new to the gay scene.

Once they arrived at Errol’s home, another tobacco slug session got underway. Errol was a heavy smoker and had smoked two cigarettes during their walk. As Errol kissed Timothy, his hands snaked their way into Timothy’s shorts and soon his fingers were caressing Timothy’s love knot.

“Have you ever been fucked before?” Errol soon inquired.

“No,” Timothy answered.

Errol now took on the role of teacher and explained about douching and etcetera. After guiding Timothy through the procedure, Errol exited the bathroom so that Timothy could complete the task.

When Timothy joined Errol in the bedroom, he was nervously excited.

Still assuming the mantle of the instructor, Errol now explained that spit was the only lube he used.

“Spit and your natural arse juices are far better than bought lubrication, which diminishes the sensation of anal sex. Of course, entry is slower and less comfortable, but once you get going, the reward is worthwhile,” Errol explained.

Timothy had no knowledge of anal sex and had to take the experienced suggestion by Errol at face value. That, however, only followed later, because Timothy first ended up on his back, before Errol commenced rimming as well as sucking Timothy’s dick. The sensation of Errol’s actions was incredible, and Timothy could not believe the advanced course he was receiving in m2m sex.

As Errol’s action intensified, Timothy was unable to resist the onslaught of lust overwhelming him and shot a heavenly load.

Afterward, Timothy got another nicotine slug attack, infused with his own seed. 

After several minutes, Timothy turned onto his stomach. As he lay spread-eagled on the bed, the slug once more assailed his backside, before the artillery of Errol’s icky fingers joined in the attack.

As Errol finally moved up his body, Timothy knew that the big canon was about to enter the fray.

For the next minute or so, the infiltration took place with Errol doing his best to make it as painless as possible. Although it was sore, Timothy was relieved that it did not hurt as much as he had feared. Once Errol had fully entered his backside, he held still for a minute or two, to allow Timothy to adjust to the incursion.

Errol now slowly began to grind his hips as his onslaught got underway. Once a steady rhythm got underway, Timothy the gratification overwhelming him was magnificent, and the ongoing pleasure he was experiencing from the friction of Errol’s cock was mind-blowing.  Henceforth, Timothy would always be an acolyte of Errol’s lubrication theory.  

“It this good, baby?” Errol asked, as he ardently kissed Timothy’s neck and shoulders.

“Fuck, yes,” Timothy gushed.

Errol now began to build up his tempo gradually.

“Do you want it harder?” Errol inquired a short while later.

“Fuck me… Yes… Just fuck me as hard as you like,” Timothy panted like a bitch in heat, completely overrun with lust.

This was just what Errol had hoped to hear because Errol liked rougher sex. Lifting up on outstretched arms, he now plowed Timothy’s arse meaningfully. As tempted, as Errol was to pull Timothy’s hair and slap his face, he decided to put that on hold for the time being, because he knew Timothy would be back for more.

What Errol, however, did not hold back on, was thrusting Timothy's arse the manically. With his hips bouncing on Timothy’s backside, Errol roared his satisfaction as he commenced unloading. As Errol withdrew his dick, he was pleased that there were no red smears on his knob. 

Timothy had just experienced the best day of his life. Afterward, he had a quick shower before returning home.  

As Errol had mentally predicted, Timothy became a regular visitor after that. In fact, Timothy also became a regular visitor to Washington Park.

That, however, is another story altogether.