This is a confessedly chronicle from the time I grew up in the rural/suburbia of North Atlanta in 1980 's. The Chattahoochee River River run from N Georgia all the way to Florida along the Alabama River border, snaking through metropolitan capital of Georgia along the way. East Jones Bridge Park is a county-run common across the river from Jones bridge Park, which is part of the national Park overhaul. The river is very wide of the mark between the two Rosa Parks ( about 120 thou ) and fairly shallow, making it a popular berth for fly-fishing.

When I was in high school, E John Paul Jones Bridge Park had a crushed rock parking lot in figurehead of the declamatory covered pavilion that was along the river. Off to the side of the pavilion was a small men 's room and Lady elbow room that backed up to each former. The men 's had a single toilet and cesspool with wooden walls. There was a large grassy battlefield to the left hand as you faced the river. On both side of the park there were hiking trails through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood and along the river. It was a great berth to play football or throw a Frisbee, as well as wading out to the rocks for the sun or rafting.

Subdivision expression was beginning along the road that leads to the Mungo Park. It was n't a well-known ballpark except to the locals, so the park was never crowded. I went there in the afternoon during the summer and fall with admirer, and usually we were the solitary ones there except for the fisherman or the occasional dog footer. The ballpark closed at sunset, and you did n't require to get caught by the Gwinnett County police force inside the Mungo Park after dark !

One afternoon, while we were playing frisbee football, I ran up to the wash room to piss and I saw all of the graffiti on the paries. I realized that some masses who came to the park were looking for a blowjob. I read the writings and looked at the flick, and of course became very hard. I noticed most of the sentence listed were around lunchtime, but it was difficult to severalise what was old and what was Holocene. I stood there lightly stroking and trying to figure out if there was any activeness, when one of my supporter banged on the room access. He yelled, `` What are you doing in there ? Jacking off ? '' Then I heard several of the bozo laughing. So I quickly zipped up and left, telling them to shaft themselves.

A few days later I drove out to the park. It was the first of all clip I had driven there and I made a wrongfulness turn, but figured out my mistake and arrived at the commons around 1pm. There were a half dozen automobile in the parking lot. I got out and walked around the pavilion. From the railing I could see a couple of men fishing in the river. There was one man sitting at a picnic table eating his tiffin and reading a newspaper. And there was one previous man in the pavilion smoking a cigarette. He was about 6'1 ( a little taller than me ), Patrick Victor Martindale White tomentum cut a little farsighted than a crew cut, and he had darkness framed chalk. He had a wedding ring so I knew he was married. I figured the other elevator car belonged to people hiking. I made eye touch with the older man a twosome of times, but he broke it off, so I did n't reckon he was interested. I walked down the river and glanced back to the pavilion, and the older man was gone. I went back to the pavilion and he was standing in the parking lot smoking another cigarette. He looked at me a little longer than pattern, and then rubbed his crotch. There was the sign ! I slightly nodded my head yes to sign I was interested. He smiled and nodded back, and then started walking towards the woods. I immediately followed, about 100 ft behind him.

The lead that ran through the woods stayed shut down to the river. Even though there was a lot of foliage, you could see still clearly out to the river and across to the far bank. I had a rush of excitement thinking about sucking this man while mass could look at us across the river. As we walked, the man would look back at me to realize sure I was following. The older man kept walking until he came to the tight subdivision, which was under twist. He chose a vacant house and went inside the garage. Now I was scared to destruction, and I thought, had this man tricked to have me arrested ? Even though I had sucked a lot of guys at a topical anaesthetic park before, not being in my normal locating had me very aflutter. The man just stood in the service department as I walked closer to him.

He called out to me and mentioned how the trail was starting to get overgrown. I muttered `` yeah '', and then he asked me if I came to the ballpark very often. I answered that I usually came with friends in the belatedly afternoon. Then he asked what I was doing at the commons today ? My first thought was, `` Damn, I 've been busted ''. I replied I was just hanging out.

He started rubbing the front of his pants and said he came to the parking area when he was horny. I could see his cock growing inside his pants. I was wearing gym shorts and my cock was starting to encamp ! He asked me if I wanted to see inside the house. `` Yes ! ``

He went upstairs to center bathroom, which had a windowpane that overlooked the social movement of the house. He said he had to pee and pulled his dick out. I started to plunk for out ( still not sure he was for real ), but he told me it was okay if I watched. I stared at his dick as he peed into the gutter. It was exciting to watch him. He had a skillful sized cut dick, and the skin color was very pale. He pubes were gray and very thick. He held his dick out after he finished and stroked it a distich of meter. He asked me if I liked it and I told him it was very nice. I remember he laughed and said `` really ? '' I told him, `` Yes, it is very sexy ''. By then he was getting very hard, and my peter was straight up in my gym short pants. He reached over and tugged on my peter through my drawers. I pulled my boxers down and my cock sprang innocent. He grabbed it and jacked me a little. I reached over to seize his cock. It was very firm but still soft. I leaned over and licked the tip. He asked me if I wanted to suck him. `` Yes ! ``

I squatted down and licked under his dick and his balls. I realized that even though he had a thick-skulled bush, he did n't have hair around his genital organ and very few hairs on his orchis. I worked his ballock in my mouth, and jacked his cock. Pre-cum was running out and I smeared it along the length of his cock. I moved my mouth up and engulfed his cock slowly as he moaned in pleasure. I bobbed up and down, enjoying the warm of his cock and the taste of his pre-cum. I sucked him for 4-5 minutes before he stopped me and had me stomach up. He sat on the john and took my cock in his mouth. His mouth was so hot and I was filling his sass with my own pre-cum. He reached down to my nut and fondled them as he continued sucking me. We switched back and forth sucking each other. I remember he asked me not to cum in his mouth. When I was close to cumming I told him. He pulled off of me and jack me into the cesspit. I remember my tweed cum looked icteric against the white porcelain.

When I finished shooting my cum, I knelt back down and started to suck him. He asked me if I wanted to him to cum in my back talk, and for some reason I said `` no ''. I gave him my skilful bj, using my tongue under his cock and my hands to caress his clump. After a mates of min, he told me he was about to cum. I kept sucking him, and then he warned me that he was cumming and tried to pull back. I locked an arm around his legs and held him tight as he shot his cum in my mouth. I sucked harder until I got every drib. Then I pulled off of his cock, and as I looked him in the eye, I swallowed his load. He gave me a shocked look and he said, `` I thought you did n't want me to cum in your sassing ''. I replied that his cock tasted so good that I wanted his cum really badly. He smiled and we walked back to the park.

I got the belief that he did n't get sucked very often -- that he mainly did the sucking. He kept asking me if I really liked his cock, if I enjoyed sucking him, if his cum good. By the clock time we were at the green, I was hard again. I asked him if he wanted another cock sucking, but he said he could n't get it up again so quickly. Besides, he needed to get habitation to his wife. I asked him about the cruising at the parking lot, and he said there was n't very much. He asked me about my sucking other guys. I told a picayune of what I had done, and how I liked to get have sex. He smiled and asked me if I wanted to meet him again. `` Yes !'-- but that 's another true story .