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Prologue:
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I was also thinking of writing a few one-off experiences that don't fit into the timeline of this collection. Let me know if you would be interested in that - and if so what kind of encounters (which categories) you find horniest to read about: paris.cocksucker@gmail.com
In the meantime, there are still quite a few chapters left in this journey to self-realisation.
Chapter 4: Getting my stride
Leaving my apartment and reaching the street, I had a sense of nerves rising from my stomach. I knew what I was planning to do; what I wanted to do to forget the feeling of anger and a sort of embarrassment simmering just below the surface, but as I walked I started to have second thoughts. I'd always been reserved about sexual encounters and now from somewhere I had unleashed a suppressed desire to be fucked and to suck men whose names I didn't even know.
The air was incredibly mild, so much so that I hadn't even put on a jacket. Only two nights before, the first night I had gone to the woods, the night had been frosty and cold, but now it was humid and almost warm. I'd noticed the change on Saturday morning when I went jogging in the park; the trees and shrubs were green and the grass was getting longer by the day. I didn't have the courage to go to the woods right away; especially knowing what I planned to do. Instead, I sat down at a table on the street outside a small local bar and waited for the server to come and take my order. It was just after midnight, and I reasoned I had a little time - the other two nights I hadn't gone into the woods until much later. I ordered a beer, and sat people watching - hoping I would see who was going towards the entrance of the woods at this time of night.
One beer turned into 2 beers, which turned into two whiskeys with coke, and by the time the server came to tell me he wanted to clear the tables from the street, I could feel the tipsiness in my arms and legs as I told him I was just leaving. I stood and with an ever so slight misstep headed off down the street towards the crossing and over in the direction of the woods. In the hour I had been sitting there, instead of keeping an eye on the comings and goings I had found myself on Grindr talking to the guys close by. I had thought maybe some of them were in the woods, but the one guy I dared to ask - had seemed shocked and said he doesn't go to that kind of place, before swiftly ending the conversation.
As I half-skipped, half-walked along the path leading into the woods, I realised the second whiskey had probably been too much and too quick. My head was floating and I was aware that I was grinning to myself. I did my best to compose myself as I moved deeper into the woods and further from the light of the street. Fortunately, the air was clear; no mist, and the full-moon allowed my eyes to adjust to my unfamiliar surroundings. I had already passed the clearing I knew from my previous encounters, but felt comfortable going further as I had jogged a few hundred meters around the area the previous morning. I saw a few men on the path, walking the other direction, and who stole glances as we passed each other. Most had their faces at least partially covered so it was difficult for me to be sure what they looked like.
I aimed for a small park that I had looped around while jogging, because I knew there were a few benches there; somewhere I could sit down and try to observe the lay of the land. As I entered the enclosed area, I looked around and could see at least 3 men seeming to stroll around aimlessly. I took a seat on a bench set back slightly surrounded by bushes. I could see out, but no one could sneak up behind me. I sat quietly and observed the goings on. I guess it was a form of mating dance I was observing. Men would approach silently, freeze then look one another up and down. Sometimes there was a short conversation, sometimes a hand would reach out and stoke a crotch. Successful matches were not that frequent.
Then I had a sense of someone closeby; I turned to see a North African man, probably Algerian inching towards me sideways from about 6 feet away. I looked him up and down; in his late forties, hair thinning on top - he was almost but not quite bald - a belly hung over his trousers slightly and he was a little shorter than me. As I brought my eyes back down, I noticed his hand was rubbing his crotch, a slight swell becoming visible under his grey tracksuit bottoms. He was looking me in the face as he touched himself. This was not the type of guy I had in mind on the walk over here. I purposefully looked the other way and held my gaze that way, ignoring his presence. After what felt like an age, he walked away and I was alone again observing the scene.
From where I was sitting, I could make out silhouettes moving around the park, but none were close enough for me to see what type of guys were there. I knew that in my enclosure I was hidden slightly in the shadows, so none came over to me - I decided I had to get up and walk a circuit of the park, but as I was about to get up I caught a movement in the corner of my eye. I looked around; the Algerian guy was back. I was going to get up when I noticed the bottom half of his tracksuit was now pulled down revealing his significant manhood, hanging out in the fresh night air. His dick was FAT. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He was touching it, he just stood beside me with his very fat, but albeit short, cut cock two feet away from me at eye level. In that moment, I no longer cared that he wasn't the type I would usually go for. I had a desperate and urgent desire to swallow cum from his cock. I reached out to touch it.
"Not here; it's too open," he said and immediately started off in the direction of the path. I followed without hesitation. He led us deeper in the woods, to a part I hadn't been to before. I could see from the moonlight that it was between two main paths and consisted of trees and shrubs everywhere, cut through by narrow, worn-out dirt paths. He swung around behind one of the bushes and although it was still open, he said at least no one from the main path would see us. Without exchanging any further words, I knelt down in front of him and pulled out his chode.
His dick was short, just being about a handful, but it was fat and weighty in my palm. I licked it before wrapping my lips around the head. It immediately started to swell up. I took it into my mouth and began sucking as I swayed my head back and forth. It just reached the opening of my throat, but didn't go inside, yet the fatness of it filled my mouth and stretched my lips so that my jaw began to ache slightly almost right away. I couldn't believe that this man, who I wouldn't usually look twice at could have a cock that tasted so good and filled my mouth so perfectly.
A rustling in the bushes startled me, and I stopped sucking for a moment - ready to dart away in case it was the police or someone dangerous. The Algerian didn't seem phased, simply making a swishing sound to signal for the stranger to leave us alone. He told me to continue but I could still see a silhouette standing not far away from us - watching silently. My legs were aching a little from kneeling, so I shifted position and took the chance to take out the poppers. He waited patiently without a word while I took two long hits on the poppers and carefully put them back in my pouch. I leant forward and took the fat Arab cock into my mouth, as the poppers haze hit me and my mind floated off to its usual reverie.
"You had to suck this fat cock," the voice inside my head began ringing out, "You NEEDED to suck this fat cock. It's your DUTY to suck big cock." The fantasy of it was making me hard, and yet it was no longer a fantasy; it was my reality. I knew I was only sucking this man because he had a big fat dick, otherwise I wouldn't haven't gone with him. Yet, because he had a big dick I felt like he deserved for it to be sucked and he deserved to have a cumdump like me pleasure him without question. I sensed that this mindset - which previously only came out in my fantasies - was slowly taking over my thinking. The pumping of his cock was still going strong and my jaw was aching as I gradually started to become aware of my surroundings again.
"I need another hit," I thought to myself, opening my eyes and drawing myself back from his cock. It was then that I saw that the silhouette had moved much closer to us and was only 2 feet away rubbing his crotch and breathing heavily. I took out the poppers and offered them to the Algerian, hoping it would make him cum; he took a hit and handed them back. I took two long hits as well, holding my breath - longing to glide away again and finish off the job. I took the man in my mouth. The alcohol and poppers helped me completely overcome my shyness, and instead of being embarrassed that the third man was watching me. I wanted him to see that I was a cocksucker. Even more than that, I wanted him to see me swallow this man's cumload. I didn't have to wait long.
"URGHHHHH," the Algerian grunted, making a noise for the first time since I'd started sucking. I felt him jerk back and forth uncontrollably shooting wad after wad of his this semen into my mouth. For the first time, since becoming a cocksucker in this park, I could savour the taste of his sperm in my mouth - and it tasted thick and sweet. I washed it around my mouth, feeling the stranger's eyes watch with anticipation. When he pulled his cock out I made a very loud and deliberate gesture to show that I had swallowed every drop. Then I reached forward and licked the last drip off the Algerian's cock head. He thanked me and stepped back, putting his junk back into his trousers.
I stayed kneeling down but leant backwards slightly to rest my back on the trunk of a tree behind me. I looked up at the stranger to see what would happen next. He was younger and better looking, a typical Parisian guy in his 30s. He had his cock out ready and put his hand behind my head to guide my mouth onto his bell-end. I took the whole length of his uncut cock into my mouth. It was around 7 inches and a good size. Quickly, his throbbing gland was pushing on the back of my throat and I wanted to deepthroat him, to feel his cock head inside my throat. I withdrew and took a hit on the poppers. This time his cock head passed the back of my throat and down into my oesophagus. I held him there for a moment as he moaned loudly, obviously appreciating the feeling of my throat muscles squeezing around his bell-end.
Almost immediately, I could feel his balls tense up on my chin. He brought his second hand round to the back of my head and held himself deep inside me as squirt after squirt of his watery cum shot into my mouth. He pulled out and rubbed his cummy cock over my lips and around my cheeks. My face was covered in his spunk. He asked if I had a tissue, which I swiftly handed him and he thanked me, wiping himself down and walking away. I stood up and tried to get my balance back. My legs ached and I was dizzy from the poppers. The French guy's cum was drying on my lips. "Damn," I thought to myself I didn't bring any water. I wiped my sleeve across my mouth and gradually started to feel normal again.
I felt slutty. Three different men had cum inside me that night, but I was still hungry for more.
I started walking back to the path, which was only dimly lit. I headed back to the enclosed park and did a few laps, not sure what I would find there. I realised that I was now in the dance I had observed earlier in the night; passing men, standing close enough to take them in and reading the almost imperceptible signs of whether we were compatible.
I soon realised that the men who reached out and stroked my cock were not the guys I wanted. The ones I wanted were those that stroked their own cocks and longed for me to reach out and touch them. Even then, it didn't guarantee a match. After a few laps, I considered going home but decided I would walk back to the spot I had sucked in half an hour earlier. If nothing came of it, I would go back home.
I passed a few guys on the path but none whose face I could clearly make out. When I reached where the path split, I again followed the dirt path into the bushes and found myself standing beside the same tree; but no one was around. I turned and walked towards the path, until a tall man came powering towards me and brushed straight past. I caught only a glimpse, but he was black, bald-headed and had a large jacket on. I spun around and whispered "hey!" as loud as I could without yelling. He paused. We engaged in a short conversation and I told him I was looking for a nice cock to suck. He asked me if I knew somewhere quiet. "Follow me!" I said, leading him off to a patch of bushes I had passed while jogging the previous day.
When we arrived I turned to ask if it was OK, but before I could even open my mouth he began taking out his dick. I knelt down right away. I was relieved and excited to be presented with a large, thick, black cock which I took in my hand. It wasn't as big a Bobby's, but it was a nice size and I could manage it more easily. I started sucking with abandon. I felt the cock get firmer in my mouth, but it didn't seem to grow any bigger; he had already been an impressive size with a thick vein running down the front, I couldn't ask for more. A beautiful looking cock. I wanted to savour holding him in my mouth and take him deep into my throat for as long as he would allow me to. As his cock curved downward slightly, it was the perfect shape to deepthroat, and with a hit of poppers I took his full length in long thrusts in and out of my throat without gagging. We continued like this for only a few minutes. Until I felt him leant over and put his hand into my underwear.
The wetness I felt on my asshole told me he had licked his fingers before reaching for my ass. He stuck his finger inside without much fanfare. Then almost immediately he went for a second, "whoa,..whoa there...slow down there's no rush," I said, trying to get him to relax a little. "I wanna fuck, " came the gentle reply, and he heaved me up and turned me so I was facing away from him. I put my hand on the bark of the tree in front of me and bent forward as he pulled my underwear down around my knees. He lined his cock up to my hole and applied pressure.
By now, it had been a few hours since Bobby had violently forced my pussy wide-open, and I could still feel a looseness in my rear end, but it would need a little oiling first. "Wait, wait..I have some lube," I said pulling out the bottle and turning to squeeze some on his wide shaft. He began rubbing it in as I took several hits of the poppers, turned around, put my hand on the tree and assumed the position he wanted me in. I felt his thick cock against my relaxed opening, and with a steady and constant pressure, he pushed inside me without pausing for me to adjust.
The discomfort was only fleeting and I knew he was fully inside - at least 8 inches deep - when I felt the warmth of his body up against my back. He took only a moment to rest. "Wow, this guy's in a hurry!" I thought to myself. Right away he started pumping. He felt large inside me, but my pussy was well able for him after the fucking earlier in the evening. The slutiness that the poppers ignited in me made me feel like a sleazy whore, having a total stranger's big, black cock fuck my hole for the second time in one night. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be stood there with my asshole open for a man to use it selfishly for his own pleasure - and he did, pumping me for 10 long minutes!
He pulled out all of a sudden and froze - there was someone close-by in the bushes. I begged him to continue, not caring who could be watching us, but he wouldn't. He seemed to be spooked. Then I had a thought; my place was free. I suggested going back there where we would have privacy and it was warm. Although at first he was hesitant, he agreed to come when I explained it was only 5 minutes away.
As we walked together, we tried to make some casual small talk, discovering that we were both foreigners living in France. Me from London and him from Senegal. "How old do you think I am?" he asked in a slightly accented French, smiling broadly. "I don't know....36?" I guessed, low-balling but only slightly to be polite. "I'm 53," he said proudly. "Wow," I was impressed genuinely, he looked great, his body was in good shape and his cock was long, fat and got hard like a teenager. "What's your name?" he asked me calmly, "Joey..I'm Joey..and you?" - " Abdou," he said, "but call me Dou."
When we got into my bedroom, he wasted no time stripping off all of his clothes and waiting for me to do the same. Then he stepped forward and kissed me on the lips. I was a little taken aback. He pushed me back so I was lying on the bed and handed me the pouch I'd been carrying. I fished out the lube and handed it up to him, as I took a hit of poppers. I looked down ginning as I took in his manly frame. From this angle his cock looked huge hanging between his legs. I imagined it being inside me, and my dick instantly went rock hard when he declared, "I wanna fuck your pussy!" I lay down on my back and let him lift my legs above my head, exposing my wet, open cunt. He took his meat in his hand and glided it without resistance into my fuckhole. I moaned deeply as the feeling of fullness sent spasms of pleasure through me.
His body was heavy on mine and my legs ached as he used his weight to hold me in place while only his hips thrusted in and out of me. Then he jostled his body to bring himself up to me so we were face to face with my body bent over double and with a forceful thrust I felt a pop deep inside my gut. I was sure he had pierced my second sphincter and the psychological ecstasy that rang through me was intense. He continued pumping and with each inward thrust I felt the deep stretch and pop invade my innards. I asked him if he could feel my colon gripping him tight. He smiled and told me he would loosen me even inside. My mind had never let my sphincters relax so much before; I was completely open, exposed at his mercy, and Dou was taking full advantage to ram his thick cock home with every thrust.
I lay back and took a large hit on the poppers. An uncontrollable desire took over me, and I wanted him to know. "Cum inside me....please! I want your cum deep inside. Oh please fuck me and cum inside." Dou moaned and continued unabated, fucking my now sloppy hole in and out all the way. I kept moaning and concentrated on opening up for his manhood as much as I could.
The pace began to quicken, and Dou's breathing grew heavier. I sensed he was getting close. I took another hit on the poppers and laid back to let my mind wonder and drink up the feeling of his swelling meat and the reward I knew I was about to receive. Then it came. His face screwed up and his hand grabbed my ankles which were up in the air. He steadied himself and with a forceful and hard thrust pushed himself deeper than ever into my colon, past my second sphincter and well into my gut. He let out a loud moan and despite my loosened hole I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he ejaculated his sperm into me. He fell onto me with all his weight and lay there not moving, filling me up as I slowly and gratefully drifted back to earth.
When he lifted his head, I was back in reality and in the dim light of my room, I could tell now he was older than I had originally suspected. He looked good though, and was powerful and virulent. He smoked a cigarette out my window, as we chatted and I learned about his life in France. I liked him a lot, and found him really easy to talk to. After thirty minutes of chatting on the bed, he reached over and started stroking my nipples and asked if he could fuck me again.
This time he pushed me face down and put a pillow under my stomach so my hole was sticking out into the air. He had done a good job of opening me up and I decided to not take any poppers since he could now easily slip in without any help. My hole was raw and began to ache as he fucked me hard the sensation of him bottoming out made me hard and horny as I waited patiently for his second cumload of the night. I wanted him inside me and when he obliged I did my best to hold it there until the following morning. We exchanged numbers and shortly after 4am, he set off shortly to take a night bus, and I lay back on my bed satisfied with my tally for the evening.
I had 5 loads inside me and I could taste the sweet aroma of man juice at the back of my throat as I drifted off to sleep.
To be continued....