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CITY PARK SUCKING

I was driving home from Birmingham after the first phase of a root canal
and was feeling sleepy from the Tylox I'd taken an hour earlier. I
found myself veering too close to the side of the road and knew I was
fighting a losing battle to stay awake. As I passed through a small
city, I noticed a sign indicating "City Park & Nature Trail." I turned
in and found a beautiful little wooded area with gorgeous hardwoods
bathed in a medley of reds, yellows and browns of fall. I parked on a
small graveled lot on a dead-end street near the restrooms and a winding
walking trail that disappeared into the woods. It was a mild October
afternoon with just a hint of crispness in the air. I rolled down my
window, reclined the seat and fell asleep quickly.

When I awoke several hours later, the vivid trees were backlit by the
fading sun. It would be dark soon. At first I was disoriented from the
deep drug-induced sleep. As the cobwebs faded, I noticed that the
earlier scenes -- old men feeding ducks and pigeons at the pond, yuppies
walking dogs, and children laughing as they played on swing sets -- had
changed to something entirely different. Now there were groups of young
men here and there, many of them clad in severely-short cut-offs, some
leaning against the concrete wall of the restroom, some standing in
pairs beside parked cars, and one or two ambling along the path. 
Several cars were parked in the lot. In contrast to the nearly deserted
streets I encountered earlier, there was now a virtual parade of cars
slowly cruising the area and turning around in a wide place in the road
near the dead end. 

I heard tires crunching on gravel. With a cloud of smoke a faded sky
blue Malibu with clattering valves eased alongside my car. Our doors
were positioned driver's side to driver's side. A young black man with
a round face asked tentatively, "How much ya packing between them legs,
man?" He killed the engine.

"Pardon me?"

"How much ya got? You know: Have-you-got-a-big-dick?"

I felt my cock come to life as I took it all in. I'd stumbled onto what
turned out to be one of the best places for public sex that I've ever
seen. I knew then that I'd spend a few more hours here instead of going
home and would probably return very soon.

"I'm about average. How about you?"

The man grinned. "About the same."

"What turns you on?" I asked.

"Fucking and sucking 'bout covers everything," he said with a slight
giggle. He was a physically big man but soft and fat, from what I could
see. Then he said: "I like my dick sucked. Then I like it up the ass.
Hard and fast."

"You got rubbers?"

"Shit yeah! Lube too!"

"What's your name?"

"Name? You shittin' me? What's 'name' got to do with it?"

"Sorry."

"Just call me Wil."

"Okay, Wil. I really do want to suck that cockmeat of yours. Where do
we go?"

The black man laughed again. "Go?" He had an annoying habit of
repeating my questions. But maybe he had some better qualities, I
thought. 

"As long as we stick to the walking trails 'round here, the cops won't
bother nobody. The woods are full of guys doing the same thing so don't
worry about it," he said.

We emerged from our cars and I followed him toward the trail. We were
heading up a gentle incline and the path seemed deserted. It was nearly
dark now. The scent of pine was invigorating and conjured memories from
childhood of jack-off sessions in the woods with playmates. We walked
in the fresh cool air in silence for maybe five minutes, then Wil
stopped and turned toward me. He dropped his pants, revealing a stuffed
jock strap. I heard voices and movement on up the path and was nervous.

"I don't know about this -- other people are around," I whined.

"Hell, don't you even want to feel it?"

I *did* want to. I reached down and felt of the packed jockey, pulled
it down and put my fist around his thick shaft. I uncapped his dick and
looked at it in the fading moments of light. It was large, about 9
inches and more than two inches around. His balls were enormous and
hung low.

I couldn't back out now that I had his meat in my hand. I was breathing
quickly and pumping his cock slowly back and forth, watching the head
disappear under the hood then reemerge. I got down on my knees and
finished pulling away the jock strap and planted his prong deep in my
throat. The earthy-musky smell heightened my arousal.

"Hey, I thought you wanted a rubber." he said.

"I've need to taste you!"

I knew I was playing AIDS-roulette, but I proceeded to suck -- and suck
and suck!!!, running my tongue around his head and under the hood and
down the shaft to his balls and back again. With one hand I jacked his
shaft and with the other played with his balls while my slobbering lips
worked toward his root. I swallowed him completely and licked at the
hair on his balls. I heard someone coming toward us on the path, but I
continued sucking. It was still light enough to see, but suddenly I
didn't care anymore. Wil had his massive hands on either side of my head
and was gently pumping his hips to the rhythm of my mouth.

The people on the path -- two guys, apparently -- stopped a few feet
from us, silently watching. Wil picked up speed and began exhaling with
an "ah!" One of the bystanders said to his friend, "Look at the size of
it! And he's swallowing it all the way!"

"Fuck that thing, mister -- fuck-it-with-your-mouth, man! Yeah!!" the
other said.

There's something about doing it outdoors that makes a guy feel
hornier. And there's something about having an audience.

Wil blew his wad and I gripped his pelvis and swallowed several loads. 
Then I jacked it and licked at the dribbling finale. Wil exhaled loudly
and said, "Shit! Man, you're the best cocksucker I've ever had!"

I looked at the two teenage voyeurs just a step away and could see their
enormous bulges. I reached over and caught the tallest boy by the end
of his jeans-covered prong and pulled him over. He began unzipping and
in a moment all four of us were naked. The other teen began pounding
Wil's hole and I was swallowing cock again. Someone else walked up and
watched. I heard Wil say, "Don't just stand there, get naked!" He did,
and in a moment I felt a cock pressing against my ass's pussy-hole as I
sucked down the young man's meat. I bucked against the prick and it
slid in to the hilt in one glorious motion. 

Like I say, being outdoors makes it better. I never manage to cum as
fast indoors as I can outdoors. The man fucking my ass came after only
a few strokes. Almost simultaneously the teen exploded in my mouth. I
blew my own wad. And Wil and the other teen were cumming loudly.

It's amazing what clean, fresh air can do to invigorate you. Before long
I was walking the path without Wil, stopping every so often to meet
someone else.

It was nearly midnight when I finally headed to the car, tired but
deeply satisfied. The park traffic was beginning to die down. It was
the most delightful evening I'd ever spent in the great, wonderful
outdoors.