(Disclaimer: This story is based on fact, only names and some details have been changed. If you think you recognize yourself as "Greg" in this story please contact me via the e-mail address below. If you have any comments related to this story, please contact me. I would love to hear from people who are interested in the situation depicted in this story. Permission to distribute this work granted for all kinds of archiving, posting, reposting, and reproduction, for any nonprofit publication, or website. Copyright 1999 by Jamesboy. (jamesboy5555@yahoo.co.uk) This work is unsuitable for minors.)
Sultry and sticky, the long humid day clung to me, intensifying my restless, sexy mood. Any native of Brisbane knows how stifling, yet delicious a hot January day can be in Australia. I was busy trying to enjoy my long holiday, keeping busy and trying to keep my mind off my raging hormones.
Good intentions are made to be broken, and as the heat of the day gave way to a cooler evening, I found my schedule free, after a friend canceled our movie date. With my plans for the evening canceled, I found my restlessness and my cock harder to ignore. I turned on the television, only to assaulted by images of sexy AFL footballer's in their crisp, tight shorts, that left little to the imagination. I couldn't really remember the last time I had sex, had to be four months. Which for someone who was used to being in a relationship, was a long time indeed.
Thinking of relationships, I thought back to my ex-boyfriend He had been my first, I was nineteen then and very sheltered and fairly naive. Six months into the relationship, I caught him with another guy. He told me it was nothing, that he needed to have casual sex sometimes, but it didn't change his feelings for me. I was hurt and angry, but also intrigued as to where he had met the guy. I knew clubs and pubs weren't his scene. He told me that he picked up the guy from a park, not far from our house. He went further to suggest that he could show me the place and maybe pick up someone for a threesome. I was a bit shocked, having never considered the possibility of such a place. But I was also a little excited by the prospect of being with another guy, that I reluctantly took him up on his offer.
That was about five years ago, I enjoyed the few times we went to the park. But it always felt a little weird going there with your current boyfriend. I should tell you about myself. At the time this story took place; I was 23, short dark hair, brown eyes, fair complexion, 178 cm, 65kgs, slim, mainly smooth chest, with a seven and a half inch cut cock. I'm 26 now, but nothing else has changed. Watching the television, I started thinking of how I would love to have a long suck session with some of the AFL footballer's Before I even had sex I knew how much I wanted to suck a cock. In fact, I craved it! I never had much interest in anal sex, or getting sucked myself, but I craved cock and cum. So far, I had never met a guy who LOVED to get sucked. I had come to enjoy being sucked and sucked a few guys, but never had I met a guy who really got off on it. Usually guys were more interested in sucking my cock. Thinking of this caused my cock to become rock hard and I decided I could no longer ignore my mood. I decided to take a little trip down to the park. Telling myself that; "I'll just go down there for a look, I won't really do anything".
It was just after sunset when I arrived. I cautiously made my entrance into the curricular garden paths that comprised the beat. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light I started to make out a few shadowy figures of guys waiting around, leaning or sitting on the concrete ledges that bordered the gardens. I made my way to the gazebo at the end of the gardens. This area overlooked a group of bushes where guys would often gather to have sex together Generally a couple would find a private clump of bushes to have sex, but I have often seen groups of guys gathered together for an orgy. It looked like there was nobody in the bushes tonight, probably because it was too early. I had been there for around twenty minutes, (anyone who has ever done a beat will tell you it's almost impossible to estimate the time) when a guy who looked in his late teens walked up and stood next to me. We chatted for a few minutes and indeed he was a teenager, eighteen years. He was also quite cute which I embarrassed him by telling him so. But he soon recovered his confidence and asked me if I wanted to; "Go for a walk". That was a beat euphemism for joining someone for sex in the bushes. Although he was very cute, I have always preferred guys older than me, preferably in their thirties, so he was a little young to really turn me on. I thanked him for the offer, but told him I was just looking and not wanting to do anything.
We talked a bit longer, then we said our good-byes. Not long after I saw him with another young guy walking into the bushes. Watching them I smiled and shook my head. Feeling someone watching me I turned around to see someone walking into the rotunda. As he walked past the light, suddenly his features were revealed. He obviously had a nice body, lean, around six feet tall and slightly hairy. But is was his face that held my attention. I have always been more interested in faces than bodies and this guy was my definitely my type. Short black, slightly floppy hair, chiseled square jaw and chin, aquiline nose and thick dark brows over (later I would discover) deep blue-green eyes. He looked to be in his early to mid 30's, his thin red lips turning up into a smile. I quickly turned away, realizing he caught me staring at him. Hoping I hadn't ruined my chances by being so obvious, I attempted to affect a more casual appearance, looking slightly over my shoulder and gently resting against the rail. But as I sneaked a look I was surprised to find he was moving purposefully towards me, with the same half smile on his face. He quickly covered the distance between us.
He leaned against the rail moving his body close to mine. "Hi, enjoying your evening?" he asked grinning.
I turned to look up at him. "Umm, so far." I stammered.
He held out his hand. "I'm Greg." he said.
I cautiously clasped his warm hand. "James." I said.
As we talked some more, he told me he was a 33 and a school teacher, teaching English. The time passed in a daze for me, he had a commanding presence and I found myself answering questions he asked, more frankly than I usually would with a stranger. He brought me out of my haze by asking if I wanted to come back home with him. He lived far away from me and I hadn't driven to the beat, so I didn't want to get trapped in a uncomfortable situation.
"Would it be okay to go someplace here instead?" I asked.
"Sure, but not over there." he said, gesturing over my shoulder.
"Where abouts then?" I said.
He didn't answer, just took my hand and guided my out of the park. We crossed the road and walked up a steep grassy hill. He lead me to a grassy patch behind some trees. He assured me nobody came up here, so we would be free from distractions.
He pulled me close to him and gave me a long kiss, his hot tongue slipping into my mouth. Gently he started touching my body, giving me chills of pleasure as he rubbed my nipples. I ran my hands over his body, touching his firm pecks and running my hand over his crotch. I was surprised at how large and hard his cock felt though his tight jeans.
He stopped kissing me and looked into my face. "You want to suck that cock, don't you?" he said.
I have never had anyone speak to me so frankly during sex. I was surprised to find it turning me on. "Yes." I said shyly.
"What did you say?" he asked in a commanding tone.
"Yes." I exclaimed, louder this time.
"Yes what? What do you want?" he said.
"I want to suck your big cock" I said feeling slightly silly, but turned on at the same time.
He smiled. "Good boy, I can always recognize an eager cock lover. Do you want to see my chest now?" he asked.
Breathing more heavily I said, "Please show me."
He slowly removed his tight T-shirt revealing his nicely defined chest.
"Can I touch your chest?" I asked.
"Sure boy." Greg said.
Showing the required respect for this sexy stud I tentatively moved my his chest. He had a nice smattering of black hair covering his pecks and a snail trail down to his navel, but not enough hair to hide the definition.
"You like what you see?" asked Greg.
"Oh yes, can I suck your nipples?" I asked.
"When I tell you to boy. First get on your knees, that's the proper position if you want to body worship me." he said. I did as he said and kneeled down on the soft grass slightly moist with evening dew. Looking up at him I slowly ran my hands over his firm chest loving the feeling of the moderately course hair around his flat stomach. I followed the snail trail of hair upwards until I reached his nipples and gently squeezed them with my fingers.
"Ohhh, yeah." he moaned loudly. "Suck my nipples boy."
I sat up higher as he lowered his chest to my mouth. I started to gently lick his large nipples. He moaned and told me to suck his nipples and with both of his strong arms pushed my head closely to his chest. I was in heaven as I sucked on his pecks, enjoying his moans of pleasure and the way his nipples became erect in my mouth. This went on for indeterminable period of time, when suddenly he pulled me up and kissed me deeply.
He pulled away and held my head in his hands. "Take off your clothes boy." he said.
Under his penetrating gaze I removed my shirt and pants, until I was just in my white briefs. The head of my cock was poking over the top of my briefs when Greg roughly pulled them down.
Greg grabbed my cock and smiled. "Nice piece of meat there boy, if you're good you can see mine." he said.
He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back on my knees, my face level with the crotch of his tight jeans. Greg placed his hand under my chin and turned my face up, until I was looking him in the eyes.
"Now James, I'm going to take out my cock now, but don't look at or touch it till I say so. You got that?" he asked.
"Yes." I said.
Greg held my face tighter. "What did you say?", he asked.
"Yes... sir." I stammered.
Greg looked down at me and smiled that half smile of his. "What did you call me?" he asked.
"Sir." I said more forcefully this time.
Greg patted me on the head paternally. "Good boy, we're going to get on fine." he said.
I heard the sound of his zipper lowering and struggled with my impulse to look down. Instead I kept staring into his deep blue eyes, trembling with desire. I could feel him lower his jeans to the ground, he then got a strange glint in his eye.
"Close you eyes." commanded Greg.
I did as he said and he gently lowered my face back down to his crotch level. He pushed my face against his sweaty crotch, I could feel the his huge cock twitch under the fabric. He pushed me head a bit lower and I could feel the outline of his egg sized balls against my face. He pulled my face up again.
"I'm going to give you the honor of showing you my meat now. When I tell you, you can use you hands to please me. But don't try to suck it, or you won't get anything. Understood?" Greg said.
"Yes, yes sir." I replied.
"Good, good boy." he said in a husky voice.
I kept looking at him as he removed his briefs, then he lowered my face down to his meat. I gasped in awe. It was around nine or ten inches and thick, with several purple veins running the length of it. I had to bury the impulse to be a cock pig and devour it with my mouth.
"You like that boy?" he asked as almost a rhetorical question, confident of what my answer would be.
"It's incredible." I said in awe.
"Okay, you've been good, you can touch it when you're ready." Greg said.
I moved my hand up to his cock and gently touch the head with the tip of my finger. Greg let out a small sigh as I ran my finger under the head and continued the full length of his meat. His cock jumped and twitched under my touch as my cock did the same. My cock was so hard I thought I would come just touching him. I got a bit bolder and took his cock in one hand, I soon discovered his cock was too thick to wrap my large hand around. I jacked his cock slowly as my other hand caressed his large hairy balls. Greg moaned softly while watching me. I large drop of pre cum appeared at the tip of his cock. I stopped jacking him and moved my finger to the tip of his cock. I caught some of the thick nectar on my finger and pulled it like a string towards my mouth. Putting my finger into my mouth I couldn't help myself, I groaned in pleasure of its salty and sweet taste.
"Oh yeah, you like that boy?" said Greg, bringing me back to the real world.
"Yes sir. Yes I do." I blurted.
"Yeah, I bet you do. You want to taste more of my sprog?" he asked.
"Yes sir, please." I said.
"Well before I let your hungry mouth near my cock, I have to know you'll treat it right." said Greg.
"I will si..." I said.
"Don't interrupt me." he said calmly. "Are you sure you can take what I've got boy, I don't want to trust it to a amateur?" said Greg, looking at me for an answer.
"I would do anything to please you sir." I said, surprised at the words coming out of my mouth.
"Good, good. I'm going to make you suck this for as long as it pleases me and make you take all I've got boy." he growled.
He put his hand on either sides of my head and guided it down onto his throbbing cock. He impaled my head so quickly onto his thick juicy member, I had to fight the impulse not to gag. I wasn't used to cocks as big as this and have never been able to deep throat. But I was shocked to feel the back of my throat give way as the dripping head of his cock pushed past the hilt. I got a little worried and started breathing heavy, out of both fear and desire.
Greg looked down at me. "Breathe slowly boy, just think how bad you would feel if I took it out." he said.
I did as he said and found myself relaxing somewhat to his massive size. He just stood motionless looking down at me, not moving his cock from its position in my mouth and throat.
"I'm just letting you get to know my meat boy, making sure you can handle it." Greg said.
I felt a mixture of relief and loss as he slowly withdrew his cock so only the head was in my mouth. I could taste his salty pre-cum in my mouth and swallowed.
"Yeah, like me pre cum boy? I've got lots more for you." he said.
He wasn't bragging, as he moved the head of his cock in and out of my lips, he let out a steady stream of the gooey stuff, more pre-cum than some guys shoot when they climax. He slowly pulled out his cock and rubbed it all over my face at. I was looked up at his handsome chiseled face staring down at me as he did it. He gently pulled my hair until I was looking in his eyes.
"Damn. You love me rubbing that cock over that pretty face of yours, don't you boy? Want it back in your mouth?" asked Greg.
"Yes, please." I said.
"Well you will have to beg me for it boy. Beg me!" exclaimed Greg.
"Please, Sir. Please let me suck your cock. I am begging you, Sir. I want your dick so bad!" I pleaded.
He released his grip on my hair and I caught his hard cock in my mouth, tasting the salty pre cum which was oozing from his slit. I moved my tongue over the head and I listened as he moaned in pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it boy. Work my cock with that tongue." groaned Greg.
He moved his hips forward and several more inches of his cock slid into my mouth. I was in heaven, sucking greedily on his thick juicy cock. He pushed my head further, slowly working his shaft down my throat. Greg began to thrust his hips back and forth slowly. He pulled the head of his cock back to just inside my lips and then thrust back in, a bit deeper. He brought his long-fingered hands to my shoulders. He kneaded the flesh to the rhythm of my cocksucking, and every once in awhile thrust his cock down my throat, till my face was against his black pubes.
"Yeah, suck it, boy. Suck my meat, oh that feels so good." moaned Greg.
I fondled his egg-shaped balls, feeling his ballsac gradually drawing up and tightening.
"Oh yeah, plays with those balls. You want all that spoof that's in my case, don't you boy?" asked Greg, pulling his cock from my throat.
"Ohh, yes sir. Please let me take your load." I managed to say.
Greg looked down at me smiling. "Oh yeah, knew as soon as I saw you, that you were the boy to treat this cock right.
He slowly put his cock back into my mouth, looking down at me sucking him. Greg moaned deep in his throat, spreading his legs a little so he could thrust deeper into my mouth. I could feel his balls tighten as he cock began to throb harder.
"Oh, man, you're really doing my cock good. Keep sucking like that and it's gonna blow in your mouth." Greg started to develop a rhythm to his face fucking. "Oh, yeah," he said, "that's the way. My dick really likes your mouth." He fucked my mouth a couple of times as if to prove it. "Yeah, it's gonna want to shoot off in your mouth. I wanna cum for you, boy, I want to feed you my load."
Greg's fingers dug into my shoulders as he stared to face fuck me, a steady pounding of his dick in and out of my mouth. I shut my eyes and let him fuck my face. Harder and faster, slamming into me, smacking my forhead against his hard stomach. He started breathing heavily and grunting as I could feel his cock swell up and become harder in my mouth. Suddenly his hands moved up to grasp my head.
"You want my man load boy?" he asked, removing his cock from my mouth.
"Please sir, let me taste it." I said, close to shooting my own load.
Greg held my face up to his, until we made eye contact. His twitching salvia covered cock was pointed directly at my face.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna let you swallow my load boy. But first I'm gonna shoot my spunk on that pretty face of yours." said Greg.
He help my face perfectly still with one hand, looking at me intently and holding his cock with the other. He moved his hand and rubbed it over his cock once and groaned.
"Take it boy." he groaned.
One thick rope of semen shot of from his cock and splashed on my forehead. Greg moaned and jetted my open mouth towards his spitting, shooting cock.
"Ohhhh yeah, cumming in your mouth boy. Swallow it! Swallow the cum right out of my balls." groaned Greg, as a second larger glob of creamy spunk filled my mouth. Greg gasped and held my head down harder on his cock, the next blast of cum so powerful, some of it shot out my nose. Greg pulled out so only the head was in my mouth.
"Taste my spunk boy. Oh, take it all!." said Greg.
His rock hard cock continued to fire its copious, thick liquid into my mouth as I struggled to swallow. While he was shooting my cock shot it pent-up load of sprog all over his hair legs and shoes. Greg fired off the last bast of cum deep in my throat. Breathing heavily, he stood above me looking into my eyes as I swallowed the last of his sweet load. He pulled out his still hard cock out of my mouth and used it to scoop up the thick shots of cum still on my face, he then put his cock back in my mouth to let me swallow what I had missed. He pulled me up to my feet and kissed my deeply, our saliva mixing with the taste of his cum.
Pulling away he said, "That was great, I'd love to do it again sometime."
"I'd like that, sir." I said.
He gave a lopsided grin and another kiss. He gave me his number, but I lost it and so I never did see him again. To this day I still wonder where my "sir" is. If you think you recognize yourself as "Greg" in this story please contact me via the e-mail address below. If you have any comments related to this story, please contact me. I would love to hear from people who are interested in the situation depicted in this story.
---------------------------------------------------- Copyright 1999 by Jamesboy This work is not suitable for minors.
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