“The Park 2”

I was walking through the park around midnight when I saw him, a shadow leaning against a tree across the expanse of grass. Even in the black of the night I could tell he was watching me. As I moved a little closer his jacket fell down his back, and he slung it over a shoulder. Even through the moonless night I could feel his eyes boring into mine. He took a few steps toward me then turned to disappear behind the tall bushes. The park was dark and deserted so I followed him.

As I came around the shrubs I could see him a few yards away, his back resting against a high brick wall, the jacket on the grass beside him. I approached, our eyes locked in silence. Standing in front of him I started to unbutton his shirt. A broad chest and tight stomach covered with dark, sleek hair was underneath. I run my hands up through the damp fur of his torso pushing the shirt aside to expose his nipples. I feel his body relax when I start to lick one of the stiff chocolate tits. I tease it with the tip of my tongue, causing it to harden further. I work my mouth up to his pit; he raises his arm to encourage me. I suck the long thick hair into my mouth, deeply breathing in his smell. Slowly I work my mouth down his body, tracing each crevice of his six pack with my tongue.

Dropping to my knees I rub the growing bulge in his jeans. I lick the length of him. One by one the buttons give way. His thick cock pushes at tight boxer briefs as I open the jeans. Peeling the pants down revels a large set of low hangers held against his leg by the underwear. I suck the plums through the fabric and move his hard pole down his leg. I position him so that just the purple head is exposed. Slowly I lick around the edge, teasing the smooth flesh with my lips. His breathing quickens. The helmet slides over my lips and into my mouth. Tangy juice stings my taste buds. I hold him there, massaging the underside with my tongue.

I pulled his briefs aside, releasing his balls. My hand held the heavy plum sized orbs; in their meaty but smooth sack. Licking and kissing them I bathed them with spit. One at a time I pull them into my mouth. His thick nine -inch cock was shot out from his body when I lowered the briefs. He was begging me to suck it. I licked up the shaft, feeling the rope like veins under my tongue. I slid my lips down the full length of him until his bush tickled my nose. I held him deep for several moments, relishing the feeling of his thick meat filling my throat. I filled my hand with his nuts pulling them hard as I began a rhythmic dance up and down his manhood, taking him fully with each stroke.

He placed his hands on the back of my head, holding me in place so he could slide himself in and out of my mouth. His pace quickened with passion. His balls slapped my chin as my throat swallowed each trust. The juice flowing from him told me he was near. He slowed his pace but thrust harder. His cock jerked, I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, taking him as deep as I could. Wave after wave