a quickie

I knew for sometime that I was bisexual, particularly when it came to older men. Growing up in a small town and before the Internet was easily accessible, I didn’t know where to turn.

A few weeks after my 18th birthday, I took advantage of the some nice weather and went for a jog in a local park. It was still very early spring and the cold weather was chasing away most people from coming to the park. I saw three other cars in the parking lot and assumed most of them were dog walkers based on past experience.

After my jog I decided I didn’t want to go home and started to explore parts of the park off the running path. A portion of the park near the entrance was a maze of paths among the bushes with a few trail bathrooms near picnic areas. As I walked along the trails, I realized there was someone else there who wasn’t walking a dog. In fact by this time I saw that most of the parking lot was empty besides one car other than mine.

From my first look, I could tell he was an older man and he looked out of place based on his clothing. He was wearing casual business attire, which stood out, in a part of the park covered in frozen mud and bushes. I just figured he was a businessman getting away from the office during lunch.

I eventually passed him on a trail and gave him a friendly hello and a smile. I’ve always had a fantasy with older men, more so when I was younger. (I’m in my 30’s now). He was late 40’s, 6ft a nice build, clean shaved and wearing glasses. He sort of had this professor look to him, which makes me want to drop my pants and bend over in an instant. I had never been with another man at this time and was too nervous to make the next move. He gave me a friendly hello and a smile back and we passed by each other.

Within the next 20 minutes, we seemed to keep passing each other and each time our conversations got longer and longer. I saw him sitting on a park bench and decided it was safe enough to sit next to him and just chat about anything to feel out the situation. It was then that I noticed his raging hard on through his khakis. He knew that I saw it and just looked at me but I was still too shy to make any move. After a few more minutes of chatting I saw him slide his hand down to his crotch and start stroking his cock through his pants, all the while talking to me. He slyly put his arm across the back of the bench almost inviting me to bury my head in his lap. Even then I was still too nervous to make a move. I could sense he wanted me, but I needed help. Without prompting he said, “I need to use the bathroom” and walked to the nearest trail bathroom.

My heart was racing now. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my first. I wanted to take his cock into my mouth. I wanted to feel sexy and feminine. I decided it was do or die time and walked into the bathroom a few minutes after him. To my  surprise, when I walked through the door he was standing in the corner with his fly down and his cock out. He stood there stroking his cock without saying a word.

I must have stood there with a deer in a headlight look, because he whispered, “no one is here to see us”. That was all I needed. The next thing I knew I was standing next to him kissing him, with the first cock in my hand that wasn’t mine. I could tell he wasn’t that into kissing and pulled away.

He looked down at his cock and gave me this inviting look. “So you want to?” I went to my knees and began my first blowjob. I’d never even been with a woman up to this point and was a slow learner up until this time. My only experience with blowjobs was from watching porn. I’d always imagined what it was like for the women and got horny at the thought of me taking their place.

I slowly took his cock in my mouth, trying to mimic the seductive way I saw the woman in porn do it. At least in the beginning before a more forceful face fuck took place. The thought of a guy being rough with me and fucking my face as though I was his slut is one of my biggest turn ons. His cock was warm and a bit salty. It also had a slight coffee taste as though he spilled coffee on himself. I always remember that taste to this day.

I slowly sucked his dick, taking more and more into my mouth until I was nearly deep throating him. He had an average cock but it was thick. I unzipped his pants more and gently pulled out his balls for me to cup. Another trick I’d learned from porn. He just leaned back and moaned.

“This isn’t your first time is it?”

Upon hearing this I took his entire length into my mouth, tightened my lips as much as possible and slowly pulled off making a popping noise at the end as it slipped out.
“Actually it is.”

“I find that hard to believe. You’re too good at it.”

We maintained eye contact as I took him back inside my mouth. Every so often I changed the tempo or force, keeping him on his guard. He moaned and ruffled his fingers through my hair, starting to force himself inside me more and more with each thrust. All those images of some porn starlet on her knees with a guy pushing his cock into her mouth filled my mind. I’d never been more turned on in my whole life. I started to think where I’d want his cum and considered pulling out and letting him finish on my face. I wanted to be like the girls in porn. I also wanted this guy, who’s name I never knew, to take my anal virginity.

I’d used carrots and candles to this point, sliding them in my ass with the help of lotion. I’d come to love it but craved the real thing. I wanted to be fucked every which way possible like I was in my own private porn. I slid his cock out of my mouth with another pop sound as though I was some schoolgirl slut teasing a friend’s father with a lollipop. “Do you want to fuck me?”

I stood up and started to pull down my pants. Looking back, to take it bareback was just insane but I was in the heat of teenage horniness. I leaned against the wall and pushed out my ass. Thoughts of him fucking me hard against the wall made me almost cum right there.

He didn’t seem as interested as I was. Maybe he was also being smarter about the condom. In any case he just said, “Please, finish what you started.” I quickly pulled up my pants and went back to sucking this total stranger’s cock in a public park bathroom. He immediately ran his hands through my hair and grasped the back of my head, forcing himself inside me faster and faster. I just relaxed my mouth and let him fuck me his way. Not knowing what to do with my hands since they were in the way with this new blowjob method, I ran them up his chest under his shirt and started to play with his nipples. It was just by chance, but you’d thought I was the best cocksucker in the world by his reaction.

He started moaning louder, so loud that I was worried someone would hear us. I could tell he was getting ready to cum and was nervous, yet excited about tasting cum other than my own. His moaning got so loud that I started to get scared of being found out, not knowing if anyone was around. Then he started talking dirty with me ordering me to swallow him. “Mmm suck it you whore. Yeah does it taste good? Do you like daddy’s cock?” I was so turned on by him treating me like a slut, that I would have taken on several guys that day.

“Swallow my cum. I want you to swallow all of me you hear.”

I just replied with a simple grunt due to having a mouth full of cock. With a final thrust, he let loose his cum into my mouth. He pumped into my mouth in quick waves and I had to choose between swallowing or spitting. I decided to follow his orders and swallowed everything while continuing to suck him, milking him of everything he had to give.

And with that he quickly zipped up and said “Thanks that was awesome. You really know what you’re doing,” ruffled my hair and left. I just stayed on my knees watching him leave taking all of it in. I felt a wave of emotion all at once, excited, ashamed, happy…horny. I made sure to wipe off my mouth, finding a little bit on my chin from when he pulled out. I composed myself and left.

That night I jerked off like never before, going to sleep wishing that a perfect stranger would have fucked me in the bathroom.