There is nothing like a brisk fall night, I thought to myself as I stepped out of the subway stop and onto the busy Manhattan street. It was nights like these that always brought out my animalistic urges, my need for carnal contact. I shifted my semi hard cock through my tight Levi’s and pushed my way through the crowd.

The closer I got to my destination the harder I got. I could just feel the pre cum oozing onto the front of my jeans. I really should have worn underwear, but on nights like these there was nothing I loved more than feeling the rough jean material rubbing against my sensitive prick.

The closer I got the more I sped up. It was all I could do not to break into a run the minute I saw the park in sight. It was a good thing the subway station was only a few blocks from Central Park. I would have gotten off at a closer stop, but that station was usually crawling with cops looking for suspicious pervs, like myself, especially on cool nights like these.

When I got into the actual park I slowed down my pace. I didn’t want to attract too much attention, especially from the wrong people. As I neared my favorite spot I took in a deep breath. Ah, you could almost smell the cock in the air. I approached my usual bench in front of the public washrooms and took a seat. Now the fun of waiting began.

I sat down on the bench and spread my legs just far enough that my hard on was visible to those who might be interested. I waited around for a few minutes, trying not to look around too much. An older heavyset man sat down next to me. His eyes went directly to my bulge. I looked at him as he licked his lips. He wanted this cock, I knew it, but I looked away and closed my legs. He was not my type at all. He shifted closer to me and I shifted away, a clear sign that I was not interested.

“Cock tease,” I heard him mumble as he got up and walked away. Mumble whatever you want buddy you’re still not getting any of this, I thought.

A few more minutes passed after the old man left when a very skinny very tall transvestite walked by me. Before she got too far she turned around and walked by again. She did this a couple of times, but I never paid her any attention. After a few more passes she took a seat next to me.

“Hey papi,” she said in a seductive tone.

I kept looking the other way not saying a word.

“Hey you! Chico, I’m talking to you,” she said moving closer to me.

“Hi there.” I answered.

“You looking for some fun papi?” She asked.

I looked at her for a minute. Did she actually think a guy like me would mess around with a crack whore like her? Please, if I wanted a woman I would get the real thing and not some lame imitation.

“Umm no thanks,” I said looking her up and down.

“Fucking pinga!” she spat and left in a huff.

I looked at my watch, it was only thirty past midnight. The night was still young, I just hoped someone would come by soon. My cock was in desperate need of some attention. Thirty more minutes went by with