First Time Anonymous Sex

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.