Road Trip 2

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Road Trip 1

I took a half day off work, as I was going to drive about an hour south for an event which started at 6:30a the next morning. The idea of getting up at 3:30a to get ready and go seemed unappealing. 

As it turns out, an 'acquaintance' was doing the same thing. We would even be staying at the same hotel. This would be convenient for any number of reasons.......obviously. 

Before I left town, I got hit up by some guy who wanted some play. Everything from the description seemed fine, but nothing outstanding. I'd say early 60s, average body, average dick. But he claimed dominance and some kink play. And well..............I like that. That, and he wanted to top. 

Sign me up. 

So, before heading out of town, I took a detour to his place. The street was right out of suburbia of a tame Tim Burton movie. Every house almost the same. The same yard. The same everything. Except for the pervert neighbor, I'm assuming. 

Things were fairly standard. For me. I get I'm not 'vanilla', but I also see what others see as kink to be some of my vanilla. It's all in how you view it and the different gradations, no? 

He wanted me blindfolded and to do 'things' to me. We didn't agree on what could no be done, nor did we discuss a safe word. I just went with it. 

Unlike most blindfolds, I could see nothing out of this. So many you can see shadows or movements. More often than not, I pretend I can't see more than I do. Less than I do?  Whichever. 

Before I got blindfolded, I saw a few dildos and a riding crop laid out on the bed. 

He first presented his cock to my mouth. I took in. It was medium. About 6" I'd say. I sucked him, but he was kneeling at the bed my head turned to take him in. Not a great position, but that's ok too. I knew oral was not the main event. 

Being blindfolded, the senses are heightened. He was moving around and I was trying to figure out "what next".  It didn't take long. 

Soon, one of the dildos was nudging my hole. He had lubed it up and pressed. It was steady but gentle pressure. He knew what he was doing until the hole opened up and he slid in the head and about 3".  I sighed - a good one - and he kept pushing in till it hit bottom. 

Enough lube was on that it felt great. It filled up the hole, but not overly so. That would be the second one he'd insert. With the second one, it was much thicker. Still, my hole spread for it and soon enough he was moving it around with good movements. He was hitting my prostate and I was enjoying the feeling. I liked not being able to see him too. It added to the experience. 

He pushed it all the way in and left it. 

I could feel him stepping back a bit, not knowing what was happening next. But soon found out he picked up the crop and started lightly hitting my inner thighs. If you haven't been hit by a crop, even a light touch can sting under the right hands. I'm not big on saying 'no', or even looking like I don't enjoy something, so he must have been watching for reactions, and when he didn't get a negative one, he increased the strikes. The only reaction those got were moans. If pleasure or pain (or both), he didn't seem to care and carried on. 

That kept up for a while until he moved on. I felt my cock and balls being surrounded by rope. He tied a knot and told me to hold up the rest of the line. 

Then he did something it took me a little bit to figure out what. I'd been a pinch and pressure on different parts of my scrotum. I wasn't 100% sure what he was doing, but had a good idea. I'd find out later when he sent me this. 

11, that I can count, clothespins attached to me. 

I don't know I can call myself a 'pain pig', but I have to say over the last few years, impact play has picked up and I enjoy it more and more. Getting it more than giving it. 

He went back to the crop too. I took everything he put my way......including this.....

It was an ok fuck - at best- but it's how one ends a play session usually, no?  He didn't take long and buried his shaft in me when he shot. 

His load in me, I dressed. Didn't even clean up a little and left. I still had an hours long drive to make to meet up with my 'friend'. 

Men are Pigs

Yes, the title is misleading. Kind of. 

Men, when it comes to sex, are usually pigs. Present company included. I think there is a place for that in sex when it comes to guy-to-guy action. I am, and like, being one. 

But honestly, what is it with guys and their unsanitary living arrangements?

A decent enough looking guy hit me up on one of the apps. Decent dick - it seemed. He was a few blocks away from the Panera where I was sitting, because they had wifi and an outlet. 

He was hosting. He gave me his 4-1-1 and I headed over. But you know, there is always so much drama with a certain faction of people. Immediately I knew he'd be one. 

He meets me outside. But he claims he locked himself out of his apartment and can't get ahold of the super. He's looking for alternatives. At this point, I am not. I trot across the street to the library to take a piss. Miraculously as I return to get to my car he can get in. 

Brother!

He mentions casually, his place is - and I quote - "a little messy".  I off-handily ask if there are roaches or something?  He denies this claim. 

I mean, there has to be roaches. Right?  Probably rats. 

And this was living area. The bedroom and hallway? Worse. 

....and this is why I'm a pig. The sex kind.  I stayed. 

And I shouldn't have. 

Everything about this would rank on my top 5 worst tricks - and in early days was raped. Twice!  ...and those don't make the top 5. 

Honestly, I've never blown a guy like this before. He lay on his back on his bed full of two or three closets worth of clothing. I go between his legs and he kind of closes his legs like a vice, and then puts them up on the air and starts to bring them back like a yoga pose. 

And holds it there for the entire time I'm there. It makes it almost impossible to reach his cock, let alone aptly swallow it or bob on it. 

He got off in 2-3 minutes. It seemed like hours. And I have no idea how he got off. I don't believe it was anything I did. I don't know I did anything. 

It was just horrific. 

Sadly, this guy is not alone in housekeeping practices. Lately, I've seen almost equal kinds of dwellings - which have never seen a vacuum or sponge. Not a single square inch on a kitchen counter and every plate, glass and utensil dirty. 

At some point I should have a backbone and just say, "you know........this is no gonna work for me....". I wonder when the day will come.  Or if. 

Not Seen {allegedly}

I was sniffing around on Sniffies when I spotted this. 

Honestly, what's not to like?  Big head. Thick shaft. Veins. Decent bush. 

36, 190, 6'0". He wanted sucked. But he said he'd be blindfolded. I'd walk in, find him and suck. And after he got off he wanted me to bust my nut on him. 

I was certainly for the first half. 

He asked if I shot a lot. I replied in the affirmative. I honestly had almost zero intention of doing so. If he were to be truly blindfolded, I'd do what I wanted to do and get the fuck out of there. And then there is the thing after guys shoot:  they're done. They have little to no intention of continuing anything. Let alone with a stranger in their place. 

I found the address and waited for instructions how to get into the building. As I wanted it to be anon as possible, I stood out of sight of any apartment windows or cams. He texted asking how my mouth felt, I told him, "you're about to find out".  He had me come in a side entrance and his was the first apartment on the right. 

I walked down and in and found this......

"Blindfolded" would be a stretch. I'm guessing one can probably see through a tan knit cap. But fuck, it's a cock. I'll play along. 

I went down on my knees and started licking his nuts. No reaction - physical of verbal. 

My tongue traced the underside of his shaft, up to the head and then enveloped the corona. Things sprang to life. It only took a few swipes of my lips and tongue to have him at full mast. 

The spit from my mouth made his shaft glisten. It made for easy gliding as I made sure my tongue did a lot of work while bobbing up and down. 

He moaned a little but was not very verbal. His foot went to my crotch to feel out my own cock. I was hard and he felt it, but I unzipped and hauled it out for him to really feel with his foot. He never attempted to reach for it - but that didn't seem to be part of the plan. 

I was good, if I say so myself, easily deep throating that cock. My lips to his pubes. My constriction of said mouth on his buried shaft. 

The guy was revved up I guess. It didn't take long for him to get close. I considered edging him for a bit, but that's not what this scene was about.  Blow n Go. 

The odd thing, as he started to shoot, he tried to push me away.  

FUCK THAT. 

I took his head in my mouth and got the load. Most of it. Some splashed on his thigh and I licked that up too. 

He lay there while I stood up. My dick was out but I wasn't gonna stroke and shoot. Turns out, like I predicted he didn't want that. He just muttered "no.......no.....".   

I zipped up, thanked him, walked out the door and drove away. 

....and then he blocked me.  Story of my life. 

Breeder BikeGuy

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The Black Signal is still very very strong. It’s been a few weeks – or longer – but some of the sniffies guys are starting to come back ‘round. I was figuring shortly after our initial meet ups that they were one and dones. And honestly, them reaching back out to me was probably more about their desperation than them truly wanting me. Clearly that is my assessment. I have no validity to that statement, per se. It’s possible they got busy. It’s possible they were not on the app the same times I was. But it’s dick. Black dick. Do I care? 

BTW, one of the guys corrected me, when I called it ‘cock’.  He said black men do not have ‘cocks’, they have ‘dicks’. I asked another black guy I have serviced. I agreed, saying “cock” is a word white men use to describe a guy’s dick. I haven’t done the research (yet) to see if this is a widespread thing.  Right now, the ‘n’ is two. 

The first guy asked me back. Oral only. No talking at all.  Nothing. That was a directive. 

Dark below level apartment. Blinds drawn. Lights off. Black face mask over his head, and his head tilted back. It was so dark, like the first time, that I couldn’t see him. His skin so dark, that he disappeared into his own living room. Yet I knew he was there. I knew his legs were spread. I got on my knees in front of him. He was already erect. He was waiting for it. Needing it.  So was I. 

While the no talking things was meant for me, he pretty much stuck to it too. Of course, it’s not a surprise. He clearly wanted no interaction or personalization of these encounters in any kind. That I know where he lives must nag at him a bit, but I don’t care enough to find out who is who. He deidentified himself so much that at this moment, he is literally nothing but a cock to me.  Or a dick, as the case may be. I’m pretty sure I’m not a man either, just a mouth. I’m a utility. That is more than fine with me. Sometimes these encounters are made for me to be subhuman. 

Like a fine-tuned honing device, I found his cock. Easily. Even in the dark. My lips wrapped around it. I played with the head for a little bit, running my tongue over the head, then around it. I inched my way down………..then back up.  And repeat. Often. 

He squirmed a bit. He semi-moaned, but really tried to make no noise. It was about the anonymity in all its forms. I varied my technique. Slow. Faster. Wetter. More tongue. More suction. Then less of one, the other or both. Deep. Underside. Head only, or head and just below. He liked that. But then there was the grabbing of my throat and head, guiding me at his direction.  How he wanted it, where he wanted me, the rate of up/down/bob, all without words. All with a tight grip that made me know I was just a human fucking fleshlight. The mouth version. 

This time took a while. My first visit, not so much. I was there for a good 30-35 minutes working on his black shaft. My eyes had adjusted but I didn’t look up.  I didn’t want to. He didn’t want that either. He was holding back. I wasn’t edging him, he was edging himself. When he finally let loose, the load was enormous. No worries. I missed nothing. 

I thought he wouldn’t let me lick him clean and squeeze out the last drop, but he did. I grabbed my keys when I was done, got up and left, never even looking at him. I shut the door behind me and drove away.  

As for the fuck guy from the holidays……the second guy………

He found me again, and asked if I was free right then because he was ‘horny af’. I wasn’t, but said if he gave me 30. He thought that’d be cool. I was halfway there when he said he needed lube.  Fuck.  Spit, apparently, is too good for him. Granted, he has an almost 8” thick dark tool.  I said I could swing by CVS and I did.  That was a cluster as for some reason all lube is under lock and key!   And there was no help to be found.  So I got lotion instead.  When in a pinch. 

I made it to his place and there was zero ‘get to know you’ time, which is perfect. He was stripped down before I was out of my boots.  He went back to the bed, back against the wall, legs spread, cock 90% erect.  “You suck dick?”.   Maybe he didn’t remember, but I sucked him last time. But last time was just a small sample before getting down to fucking.  This time, he wanted a proper blowjob before getting down to fucking. 

I got down to it and he was very receptive to what I was doing. Verbal. Really wanted it. Clearly it had been a while and / or hadn’t had the skill or attention I was giving. I like to believe I gave him head like he hadn’t ever had. He gripped my head and pushed me down. I was going that way anyway, but I appreciated the effort and drive. It was a great dick and I swear it was bigger than I remember.  That, btw, is not a complaint.  Personally, the saliva I left on his cock would have been enough for lube in which to fuck me. 

The bj didn’t go on nearly as long as I wanted (when do it ever?) and he got up.  I thought he wanted to get right to boning my ass, but he dropped to his knees, while I was propping myself on my elbows, and swallowed my cock. He was no novice. The mouth felt amazing. He was quick, but thorough. I mean, he didn’t get me off or try to. Nor did I want him to. At least not before, you know, fucking me. 

He stood up and grabbed the lotion and applied to my hole and his cock dick. While he was engorged, I never considered him asking to ‘ease in’ to me. He lined up and pushed in. It felt great. He didn’t rush it. But it wasn’t super slow either. 

You know how there is a certain point in the cock, usually about one-third of the way down, where many shafts flare a bit?  He was almost there. Paused. Then sank in. It. Was. Amazing.  It felt so fucking good. I groaned. It was involuntary. 

Not only was there no pause from bottoming out to pump action, verbally encourage him to fuck me. While it wasn’t begging, it was borderline. He didn’t hold back. He just pumped the hole with expertise. His face was focused. Not on me, or even his own cock, though he did watch it go in and out. He seemed to be concentrating on the act. The stamina. The need to cum, but not wanting to cum………at least yet. 

I’d say 8-10 minutes into that fuck he lost his focus. He hit a point of the fuck where there was no return. The only option was to empty his ball. Luckily, it was going to be deep up my ass.  And it was.  Deep.  His face said it all, though he did tell me “I’m gonna nut”. 

As most do, he buried the bone in my back yard, then he released the kids-to-be, coating my guts. He was slow to pull out. We let nature do most of the work. He winced when I used my butt muscles to squeeze out every drop. 

I could tell he shot a lot. As buried as it was pumped into me, I’m not a leaker and I could feel it start to ever so slightly trickle out as I got to my car. 

#I left him the lotion. Maybe I’ll get an invite back for him to use it again.  

Feeding Time

 Feeding Time

That is the message I usually get via Grindr. Usually once per day. Sometimes several times per day. 

This all started a month or two back – but still in the Black Signal timeframe. It’s not saying I’m getting “it” once per day, but the attempt is there.  Kind of. 

Consistency and ability to follow through are an issue with this guy.  He’s 29, about 6’, slim, maybe 170. But sports a nice cock. The one he sends in pics might be his, but done from an angle that adds an inch or so not just in length but girth. It’s still almost 8, which isn’t bad………..at all.  And yes, in regards to ‘the signal’, he is black. 

Still, he’d text he’s ready, but he isn’t. He’d text he’s at Location A, but he isn’t. He’d text he’s ready to blow a load, but he isn’t. Sometimes he is, but finding ‘x’ in that equation is tough and often fruitless. 

But it’s BBC, and I have a weakness for it. I am aware of this, no one needs to tell me. It’s 8” of black meat that I want in my mouth. I want to feel it, smell it, taste it and of course, extract a load out of it.  I want him to know that his cock is superior and that I am a cocksucker. Though I think he already knows it. And he knows I kind of say ‘how high’ when he says ‘jump’.  Of course, ‘jump’ = ‘feeding time’. 

In the course of this month or two – and the dozens and dozens of texts – I have maybe gotten him fully off about 3-4 times. The rest are attempts at getting him off. He scares easily and leaves the scene quickly even when it’s not warranted. 

When it does happen, it’s nice. A great cock that fits in my mouth nicely. I’d like to worship more, but given the circumstances it becomes a blowjob. It’s more bobbing quickly to stimulate release than it is a down to the root for the attention it needs and deserves. And he’s so herky jerky about who might be approaching (and never does), that it tends to end abruptly, or almost worse, he jacks off near me.  There have been times he hasn’t let me take the load, sometimes he has. I’m fairly certain he thinks I won’t take the load, so he doesn’t attempt it – as if he’s forgotten I’ve swallowed before. 

A few times, as I sit and lean in to blow him, he reaches over me and down, running his hand across my ass, and even finding the hole to just trace his finger over.  I love the idea of taking eight black inches up my hole, but I know it cannot happen where we are.  He can’t commit to some head, he’ll never get through a boning. A few times he’s grabbed below my chin as to hold / guide me. 

When he does cum, it’s a nice load. Good viscosity. Good flavor. Decent amount. But he’s 29. I’m assuming he’s getting himself off a few times per day. Maybe by himself. Maybe by me. Maybe with others. 

It’s a great cock. I wish he were more engaged or more reliable. I get who / what I am makes me at the mercy of a feeder. 

Lubed and Ready ?

 Lubed and ready?”

These would be the first words he’d say to me. 

I  was out after my workout and swung by the park to which I’ve been visiting. I won’t lie, it attracts mostly black men, and that is kind of why I frequent this place. As it turns out, I’m either too old, or too white (or both) for these guys most of the time. Usually they won’t even acknowledge me at all.  I get it. But I don’t dress like a cop might, which leads me back to the age/race part. Now and then, I’m taken up on my offers, as you’ve read over the last few months – as some of those tales have taken place here. 

It was a Sunday morning, and cold. It is early March, ya know. Two cars in the lot. One car has blacked out windows, so I don’t know who is in there, or if anyone is in there. I have a clear shot to the shelter area, and no one is waiting there. I hang in the car for a few. 

The area has shitty cell service, so I don’t know if anyone nearby is on any of the apps. Sniffies kind of comes up, but everything has a major lag.  I grab my keys and poppers and walk towards the shelter. I pass by the other car. I can kind of see a white guy inside. I can’t tell his age, but his hair makes me think he is old. He has a lot of stupid bumper stickers on his car. 

I’m not in the shelter for long when I see him leave his car and approaching. He’s not as old as I believed, just greying hair, most likely prematurely, though he’s not like in his 30s or probably 40s. There is no standing and foot shifting. No hemming. No hawing.  He pulls at his zipper and asks – “lubed & ready?”.  I tell him I’m ready. I say spit will have to do for lube.  He doesn’t even flinch. 

I drop my sweatpants down far enough. I’m commando underneath. I go to bend over the waist high wall.  He wants me to turn towards the parking lot so we can see someone coming.  I can figure out if a car is coming, I face my way to see if hikers, who make less noise, are approaching. I win. Duh. 

He put his dry 7.5”, but thick, cock to my hole. I have to remind him about the spit. I also spit into my hand and slather my hole with saliva. “Fuck yeah”, I hear him say as he watches me apply it liberally. 

I like this guy. It’s about fucking. It’s not about me sucking him to get him hard so he can perform. He’s ready. This is all he wants. Ass. Hole. Cock. Raw.  I’m all about giving it to him. 

I resume my place over the wall. Ass out. Poppers in hand. With little trouble, I might add, he slides the head and first inch up my hole. We both know he’s in, so he just keeps sinking. Deeper. Till he bottoms out.  And then the fucking starts. 

The guy has skills. He knows how to fuck.  Deep strokes. Not all the way out, but close. Plunging back in. Grinding. Making himself known. 

He tells me he his wife thinks he’s at the grocery store. I let him believe that I believe his lie. He has a wife about as much as I have one. I think his lie makes his cock harder. Or so it seemed. It is quite possibly my imagination. 

For a semi-exposed park fuck, this goes on a while. Usually it’s in and out. Literally.  And figuratively. But he saws away – in out in out in out in out – making himself feel good, making me feel great, though I don’t think he cared a bit about my pleasure. He sure didn’t ask. Though my “ohhh yeah….keep fucking me” might have been a clue that I was liking having my butthole used by a stranger in a public place. But that’s just a hunch. 

Like I said, he was good at his craft. I took it like a champ. My ass was open for him and he took full use of that “experience”. He fucked. He pounded. There was no “just sex” kind of thing, it was a FUCK. But it’s a park, you have to expect that. It’s about immediacy and the ability to do what you need to and move one. 

Yeah, I hoped that someone else would show up. Take over from where he finished. This time there’d be no need for spit or more lube. But I saw the parking lot. No one was around. 

Still, he had to get home to “the wife”. He was moaning. He was close and I knew he was starting to shoot.  But I’m a fucking self-centered whore sometimes. I want to know what he / they are doing at that moment.  So I prompt.  “What you are doing?  What’s going on??  Say it!”   This response:  “I’m breeding your fuckhole.”   

Boom. That’s all I wanted. I don’t ask for much. 

As I always do, I use my ass muscles after they ejaculate. I plan to squeeze out every drop of their jizz. I know they can be sensitive, but I find it important to get it all. Deep down, I have to believe the tops want it all taken in – no matter what end. But as it bound to happen, the guy eventually slides out, on his own accord, or just due to gravity and flaccidness. 

He stands there for a few seconds looking around.  “Got anything to clean this off?” as he gestures to his dick.  I drop to my knees and go, “how about this?” and stick out my tongue.   “Yeahhhhhhh.  Fuck yeah” is his response. My lips wrap around his head and take him down to his pubes. I make a show of it, and then back out and use my outstretched tongue, so he knows I’m cleaning his cock. 

He pulls away, tucks himself back in and pseudo waves as he walks away. 

4.5 at the Park

 I was back at that park. That one that is primarily frequented by minorities. Sometimes you have to insert yourself into situations when the Black Signal isn’t working consistently. 

Normally it is about a 15% success rate. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not horribly welcome there it seems. It might be my skin tone. It might be my age. It might be both. Or something else. But when I connect, I usually really connect. 

This was a Sunday morning. I had been chatting with a guy who fucked me in a warehouse during working hours a few years back. We’ve been unsuccessful at finding another time. But he was now living close to this park and he agreed to meet me. I told him I’d be in the shelter. 

When I got there, only two cars were in the parking lot. One handsome guy cleaning is car with his two very intimidating pit bulls sitting next to said car. The other was, I’m guessing, a woman learning to drive – and who did nothing but circle the parking lot again and again and again. But the guy showed up and made his way to where I was in the park. He wasn’t happy about the location, so I pointed to an abandoned / closed up restroom building where we could go behind. And off we went – him ahead of me by a few hundred feet. 

We got right down to business.  I had nothing on under my gym shorts and my hole was lubed. This was a get in / get out scenario, literally and figuratively. His cock was thinner than I remembered, but honestly, last time it was a dark warehouse. I didn’t see it – just felt it.  In me.  Here I saw it for a moment, as I offered him lube. Then I turned to the stone structure and he stepped behind me and slid in. The fucking itself was ok. Nothing spectacular, but considering the circumstances, I wasn’t expecting anything groundbreaking. 

Shortly into the fuck, a guy walked the path near the bathroom and looked back. He stopped….and walked towards us. I told the guy fucking me to keep going, the guy was good. I’d seen him here before. Hell, I’d sucked his cock before. Turns out, I would again. 

He walked in front of me and tugged on his sweats until his fat 9” cock appeared.  “Suck it”.  So I did. Here I was in the partial woods, behind an outhouse getting spit roasted by two black cocks – one light skinned, one very dark. 

The one in my mouth firmed up. He wanted me to open my mouth telling me to “keep on it”. He kept telling me – not asking – that I liked that dick.  I did. It filled my whole mouth and I was hoping he’d switch positions with the guy behind me, who by the way was having trouble staying hard. Maybe an audience was too much for him. But he didn’t leave, he eventually came and stood next to me watching me suck the BBC.  I had been bent over, but now that I wasn’t taking it up the ass, the feeder told me to get on my knees in front of him. So into the wet leaves and mud I went. Condom wrappers strewn about. Yeah, this place gets decent action. 

As I was down there, another guy showed up. He was in all grey, that’s about all I got from my position. Still he had his cock out – a respectable 7.5”. It was harder to see him looking up.  The guy whom I was sucking said, “get on his dick”.  I pivoted a bit to my left and took him in my mouth. His hand went to my head and fed me cock. I took it like a pro, right down to his pubes.  I would alternate between the three cocks in front of me. 

So into this I was, that I didn’t see a fourth guy appear. It was the handsome guy cleaning his car. As it would turn out he’d only observe and only for a while. If someone attempted to bring him in, he’d take a few steps back. He didn’t stay long, but long enough for the guy in grey to say he was about to cum. So whichever dick I was on, I came off it and went to him. I caught the load with time to spare. I wanted to show it to the guy who took charge of the scene, but he told me to swallow it, so I did and showed him my empty mouth. Just then, the guy who had been fucking me was ready to unload. I did the same to him and ingested that jizz too. 

Guy #3 left, leaving just the first two guys. I worked on the biggest dick for a while. “Keep going………….keep going……..”.  His load was sizeable and tasted good. There was no audible reaction from the guy watching. There would be no “thanks”. It would be pulling up the sweats and both of them walking away. 

There was another guy yards away, watching. I’d seen him a dozen or so times before, each time he ignored me. I wasn’t sure how long he had been there or how much he saw. Even if it was the last two minutes, it was a white cocksucker on his knees in the muck before two black dudes with their cocks out in his face. Kind of tells the entire story, doesn’t it? 

Without a word or gesture, he walked back into the area. I was still on my knees. He pulled out his dick. Thick. Black. Heavily arced. It wasn’t the easiest to accommodate due to that severe curve, but I got enough in.  It didn’t take him long. The load wasn’t huge, but it was a load. The fourth one in 15 minutes. 

On my way back to my car, the ringleader of earlier was headed back, he stopped me, told me I should open my throat more. I’m good with constructive criticism. I told him he should try to open my ass. He reached behind me and felt it.  He told me his name and to look for him again. 

Park Action

I'm sitting here - real time - in khaki shorts, no underwear and a huge black load up my ass. 

But I'll start back a week.  Three, even. 

As I am very much still in my Black Period - and the Black Signal is still very operational - I "happened" to be at a park I've mentioned previously. 

There were a number of empty cars, so I exited mine and walked up to the shelter, where there were four men - all black. I know I'm suspect due to my race and possibly age, but I like what I like, and most of these guys, when not ignoring me, are adventurous. 

I knew one guy - and I knew he was going to do nothing but watch. Handsome, but somewhat timid or hyper concerned about saliva and semen. I don't think anal is on his list. 

Two others I had not seen, one sitting with his cock out. One of the other guys was sucking as I approached. He stopped when I got close, but the cock stayed out. Immediately the exposed one asked me for a lighter, which I did not have.  "Then why don't you get down on this dick then?"  I didn't need to be asked twice. 

This guy was probably 9.5" - if he could have fully gotten it up. I worked on it like a champ, but to no avail. I'd already surmised he was high, so maybe he just couldn't do it. He told me to suck on the guy standing next to me. So I did. 

This guy was a solid - and mean SOLID - 8.5er. Dark as night. He let out a few grunts here and there as I sucked but not verbal. He and the big dicked guy would pass me back and forth. The guy who was sucking had left and a new guy showed up who presented his cock to me. 

All of this was well and good, but not much was really happening - if you know what I mean. Eventually the 8.5 guy had to nut and shoved it in my mouth. Everyone else dispersed shortly thereafter. 

Fast forward two weeks, and I'm back at the park on a Saturday morning after the gym. At said gym, I prepped, a few times, and even lubed my hole. You know, just in case.  I get there but am ignored by the two black guys who are there. I go to head back to my car and pass the guy I sucked two weeks prior. I have zero idea of he recognizes or remembers me. But he had on grey sweats and nothing underneath them. I still head to my car to see how things play out. 

A few later, he's heading back to the parking lot. He gets in his car, pulls to the back of the lot - backing in which is nothing but brush and trees behind his car. A moment later, he just opens his driver door.  Not being shy, I walk back there and he's got his cock out and I say nothing but lean in and take it in my mouth. He doesn't stop me. Eventually, I get down on my knees, right in the parking lot and suck his cock with abandon. At some point I do stand and lean over again. He reaches in my shorts and plays with my balls and then behind them. It's not long till he finds my hole, and a second later before he realizes it's lubed. 

He pushes me out of the way - and pops the hatch on his car then walks behind. I drop my shorts and lean inside the car. He tries to fuck me with just the spit on his cock and the little lube on my twat. We realize early this isn't going to work. He goes to the car and gets out vaseline!   OMG - my childhood rushing back to me in a few swipes of that jelly.  But man - does it make things go in easier. 

The man is hung and thick and I feel it. And he makes me feel it. He's not subtle. He fucks. He pounds. This is about him. Me? I'm just a hole. For a park fuck, it goes on - like 12-15 minutes. He is just nailing me and I keep asking him to do it. Like the oral part, he's not verbal. Barely a grunt.  Eventually he unloads. I milk him and he lets me. But from his vantage point, he can see cars at the entrance that will be in our area very soon, he pulls out and puts away.  

I stand up and pull my pants up. As I do, I notice the two that had ignored me were walking our way. The second they saw the 2-3 cars, they scatter, but so do I. 

But today, there are two other cars in the lot. No one inside that I can tell. I head to the shelter. No one exits there cars, if they're there at all. Eventually, some guy appears from the other direction. It's the guy from last week.  He stops in, asks how it's going as he takes out his cock at the same time. 

"Why don't you get down and suck this?"   So I do.  It grows and he's liking my work. He is so fucking hard. I'm down there for a while. He's in no rush to get off. 

I tell him I have to stand for a moment. I don't. I can be manipulative. He plays with my tits and I tell him he shouldn't because it makes my hole twitch. 

I see a guy on a trail behind us. He says the dude is cool. I asked, "do you care if you're watched", he does not, nor do I.  

He asked me if my hole was ready. I had prepped it at the gym, but didn't lube it, though I had some in my pocket. I gave it to him and he slathered up. I bent over a stone wall, waist high, and he pushed into me. Fuck - it felt so good. 

The man is thick and long. And like last time he went to town. I didn't have my glasses on, but I'm assuming the guy who was on the trail was watching. I think my guy was putting on a show. 

The fuck didn't last as long as the one before, but fuck it felt good.  His breathing got heavy and I knew he was unloading in me.  He immediately pulled out. 

"Let's do this again", he said as he pulled up his sweats and walked away.