When I was in my twenties, I used to walk to Lafayette Park at night; the cruising was more active then. I’ve always loved anonymous encounters, even before I started full-time barebacking.
One night when I was walking around the circular paths, I encountered a black guy. He had a mustache, short Afro (a little grey at the temples) he was probably in his late forties. He was dressed in jeans and a dark jacket. We eyed each other in the moonlight, He rubbed his crotch and I did the same. Then he unzipped his jeans and took out his dick. He waived it around and nodded his head up and down. I knew what he wanted. I walked off the path and behind a bench, slightly into some bushes. He followed me and I squatted down.
At eye level his dick was impressive even without being hard. It was cut, dark and veiny with a pinkish head. I have a fetish for big hanging dicks. I enjoy taking my time and making them hard. I took it in my hand and caressed it and gently kissed the head.
Then I heard him say in a low deep voice. “Suck it, suck that dick.”
Following his command, I held onto his dick and put as much in my mouth as possible, giving him lots of tongue action, showing him what a good cock sucker I was.
He was very verbal, and started saying stuff like “Suck that black dick, white boy”
He unbuckled and unfastened his pants, revealing his balls, which I immediately licked and put in my mouth. Now his cock was fully hard
I was getting into his verbal dominance and took off my sweatshirt and t-shirt in order to be more submissive. He put his right hand down and started to squeeze my left nipple while I continued to worship his cock.
“You want that dick up your ass, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes sir, your boy needs that big cock.” I said.
I stayed on my knees and reached into the pocket of my gym shorts and took out the rubber and lube I brought with me. I put a bit of lube on his rod, tore open the package and rolled the rubber over his cock, then more lube on the rubber.
I stood up and pulled down gym shorts and took over my sneakers. I liked getting totally naked for him while I gave up my hole. There was a bench next to us, so I bent over the back of it, bracing both my hands on the top rail.
“Please, fuck me sir” I said.
He didn’t say anything, but I felt his hands spreading my ass checks then his cock against my hole. He pushed it in hard. I cried out and moaned in pain.
“Take it, take it boy,” he commanded in a low voice.
He started pumping his dick into with hard steady strokes. This was going to be a brutal fuck.
I gritted my teeth, trying to relax my s and said, “Yes sir, fuck me good sir.”
I remained there bent over the bench; after a while his strokes got even harder and more rapid. I could tell that he was going to cum, so I reached back to touch his cock to make sure the rubber hadn’t broken.
Before I could feel, he slapped my hand away and said “I’m going all the way with you baby.”
I was worried about the rubber but more than anything I wanted to submit to him, and I wanted him to cum, I wanted to be his good boy.
A couple of minutes later his cock was balls deep in my hole; he was moaning and grunting.
“Here you go baby,” he said as he delivered his seed.
I felt him pull his cock out of my hole. By the time I stood up and turned around, he had turned his back to me and was zipping up his pants. Without saying anything, he quickly walked through a clump of bushes, down the hill toward the street.
I was still focused on the rubber. I felt my hole; it was wet, but I thought that might be jus the lube. I quickly got dressed and looked around on the ground around to see if I could see the rubber. I didn’t see anything. I felt my hole again but this time put my finger up to my nose. I could smell the fresh cum on my finger.
(to be continued)