Long-time
readers know that it was my Grandmother that helped me come out during my
Junior year of High School and it wasn’t too long after that I started fooling
around with my first lover, Eddie. I had
been a virgin before that afternoon Eddie and I started sucking and fucking in
my new bedroom in the attic but once Eddie opened the door for me, there was no
turning back.
And
while I have to admit that I like fucking, there’s nothing I like more than
sucking cock and eating balls. Fact is,
if given the choice between slamming my cock up the ass of some Hollywood icon
adored by millions or sucking off some nameless joe with an average face, I’d
choose the nameless joe every time.
There
are quite a few parks in New York City, and one, Forest Park, is a short bus
ride away from where I lived with my Grandma.
It was there that I my first anonymous encounter; sucked my first
anonymous cock.
It was a Saturday
morning. I was out for my daily jog
although this time I decided to go through the park and to try my luck in the
cruising area. So I dressed in a tank
top and my running shorts, not bothering to put on any underwear. I may not have known exactly what to do, but
I had an idea.
Anyway, I jogged for about twenty
minutes before veering off the paved street and entering the wooded area. I soon found a path and slowed to a
walk. Ten feet down the winding path,
the foliage totally hid the street from my view. I took off my tank top and tucked it into the
back pocket of my shorts. The cool
breeze felt good on my naked skin, drying the beads of sweat on my back and
chest.
I walked slowly among the
trees and shrubs, but I was not walking through the woods just to admire the
scenery. I knew sooner or later I would
find someone, some other guy who was here for the same reason he was -- to suck
cock.
I wandered the hiking paths
for nearly half an hour when, half-way up a hill, I spotted something bright
red that seemed out of place and intrigued me.
The red of what I thought was a jacket was easy to see through the
foliage. I approached quietly and as I
got closer, I saw what I thought was a derelict. I was going to turn around and keep on going
when a voice in my head told me to get closer.
When I did, I knew then it was no derelict I was looking at. A man, eight or nine years older than me, was
lying down on a long, fallen tree, some twenty feet from the path.
He wore dark blue sweatpants,
loose black shorts over them, a ragged, dark blue tee-shirt and a red
sweatshirt. The tee's neckline had been
cut down to show some chest hair and a little of his hairy belly. The hood of the sweatshirt was pulled up and
covered part of his face. One arm was
under his head acting as a cushion, the other lay over his face further hiding
it from view. But what struck me was
that the waistband of his shorts and sweatpants had been pushed down under his
balls so that his entire cock lay exposed.
Wiry black hair feathered his balls darkly, his shaft was flaccid and
ended in the blunted arrowhead of his circumcised penis.
I stared. Of course I had seen cocks before, like in
the showers at the gym, but they were not on display, never the obvious center
of attraction. They were usually just
there, unavailable.
I looked at what was visible
of his face. He had a mustache and a
five o'clock shadow. His right eye, the
only one visible under the edge of his hood looked closed, but was he
asleep?
I wanted to grab his balls and
suck his cock, but I was a little nervous.
I had never done this sort of thing before, let alone out in the
open. What if someone came by? Worse, what if he woke up? He obviously wanted his cock sucked,
otherwise he wouldn't have it out in the open for anybody to see, but was that
all he wanted?
I decided to go for it, I
mean, why else was I there? I had
decided to suck cock before I got to the park.
Walking around the fallen tree to get a better look at the cock, I stood
near the man quietly, trying to decide if he was awake or asleep. I couldn't tell. I could hear his breathing. It was regular and deep. Maybe he was asleep. Then his cock began to move. It sort of quivered. The balls moved closer to his exposed waist
then back down, the shaft lengthened than shrank. This happened several times.
Was he awake and giving me
some signal to start? I didn't know, but
I had already made my decision. I looked
around to see if I could see anyone (we were on the top of a hill and not too
far from a horse trail and several walking paths).
I suddenly realized my mouth
was dry and my heart was beating faster than normal.
I moved closer, took a deep
breath and reached out my right hand.
Lightly touching the course hairs that surrounded the reclining man's
ballsack, I gently ran my fingers over the exposed balls, touching the sack, then
up the shaft to the glands and the piss-slit.
Emboldened by his lack of
movement, I bent over his crotch and ran my tongue hesitantly over the flaccid
shaft up to the piss-slit. The soft cock
quivered and grew slightly but there was no other reaction.
I straightened up and stared;
first at the semi-flaccid cock before me, then at the man's half-hidden face,
then at the surrounding woods, half-expecting the guy to get up, flash a badge
and try to arrest me. When I realized
nothing was going to happen, I drew another deep breath.
I was determined to suck this
cock no matter what. If some other guy
came by now, so what? He could
watch. If this guy woke up so much the
better.
I bent over the man again, ran
my tongue over the exposed shaft again, harder this time, as though I were
lapping up my mother's warm pudding from the bottom of the mixing bowl. The cock quivered and began to grow
hard.
From my position at this guy's
side, I worked on his cock like it was a buttered ear of fresh corn, sliding my
tongue and nibbling at the hardening shaft from tip to base.
His shaft was hard now, lying
flat against his belly. I began licking
hungrily the exposed underside of his cock until I came to the cockhead. It tasted slightly of salt and musk. I took hold of the hard cock, lifting it off
the man's belly and took the knob into my mouth as I ran my free hand under his
shirt, feeling his rippled stomach, his fuzzy chest, his hardening tits. I tweaked one then the other as I slid more
and more of his cock down my throat.
I gave no thought to what I
was doing, other than to get the most out of it. I was running on base instinct.
After a moment, I let the hard
cock out of my mouth and turned my attention to his hairy balls. I stuck my nose in his musky pubes and came
away with a mouth full of cloth.
Standing upright again, I realized that even exposed as this cock was,
there was really no good way of getting at those balls. I simply needed more room.
Gently, I tugged at the
waistband of the sweats and shorts to give myself better access to those hefty
balls. Realizing I needed to lift the
sleeper's ass off the log, I tucked my hands into the guy's pants, sliding them
under the fuzzy ass.
Waking, the man bucked his
hips slightly and I was able to slip the sweats and shorts off his ass. Pulling the sweats and shorts down to the
man's ankles and exposing his hairy legs and puckering hole, I tugged until the
sweats and shorts came off.
As I dropped the pants on the
ground, the guy sat up, glaring.
"Why don't you take your
shirts off too?" I asked, whispering, as if too loud a voice would break
some kind of spell. "I want to suck
you while you're naked."
The glare the man was giving
me softened. The edges of his lips
curled in a perverse little grin. He
took off
his sweatshirt and folded it. Then he
raised his arms and removed his tee-shirt, exposing his thick arms, the curly
hair feathering his chest and quarter-sized nipples. Folding the shirt, he used it and the
sweatshirt as a little pillow. Lying
down again, he put his hands behind his head to prop his head up a little. Except for his socks and sneakers, he was
naked now. His cock was fully hard, the
shaft a dark red, the knob a shiny crimson.
I ran my fingers and hands
over the now-naked man's legs, up to the thighs, over the hips, up the belly
and to the man's chest. The few strands
of chest hair were course and wiry. I
tweaked the man's nipples, flicked my tongue over them a few times then worked
my way down to the man's thick pole.
Spreading the man's legs
slightly, I bent over the dangling balls.
First I licked them, getting the taste of him. I popped the left one in my mouth and
greedily sucked on it, getting it wet with saliva. Then I went to the right nut and sucked on
that one too.
The man moaned softly.
Still holding onto the man's
hard shaft, I moved my hand lightly up and down. I let his balls slip out of my mouth again
and once more swallowed his cock. Still
holding it and using my hands as well as my mouth, I went down on him a few
more times before returning my attention to his balls a third time.
I had both his nuts in my
mouth and was playing with them when I noticed the guy had sucked his belly in
and a dollop of white cum lay on it, just above his cockhead, near his
navel. As I watched, another dollop of
cum spurted out onto his belly. I began
rubbing the cum onto his belly and into his crotch hairs as I sucked on his
balls, watching more cum spurt onto his belly.
When there was no more cum
coming out of his piss-slit, I let go of his balls for a last time, rubbing the
cum into his crotch hairs and onto his belly just a second longer.
The man sat up, straddling the
log. "That was real good," he
said with a smile. He swung his leg over
the side of the log and stood up, his half-hard cock hanging down over his
sticky balls. He walked over to where I
had dropped his clothes, bent over, giving me a good view of his ass and the
back side of his balls, reached for the tangle that was his shorts and
sweatpants and put on only the shorts.
His cock and balls made an impressive mound.
He turned, smiled at me then
walked away.
I was a little disappointed
that he hadn't offered to blow me, but I guess that's the code of the cruising
ground -- blowers don't always get blown.
Yesterday, we were back
on the beach, watching the Olympics on our Ipad, swimming and baking in the sun
for much of the day. I didn’t think much
of it at the time, be Ian was very romantic and attentive – I just put it down to
his parent’s anniversary (he gets a little sappy about such things). I hadn’t realized what he was planning. Ian unpacked the lunch he had brought with us while
I was taking a last, quick dip and when I got back to the blanket, sitting on top
of my roast beef sandwich was a small, black ring box. I was confused. It wasn’t my birthday and the anniversary of the
day Ian moved in with me was two months ago. In the box was a beautiful men’s diamond ring.
God I must be so-o-o dense! There was this look of expectant hope and fear
on Ian’s face when I looked up at him. I
must have looked as confused as I felt because Ian’s face nearly crumbled when he
whispered “You don’t like it?”
