I grew up in a rural/suburban country of North Atlanta in 1980 's. Near my house was a park called C. H. Best Friend common, with walk-to tryout, lawn tennis tribunal and two outdoor basketball courts. Down the road from the courts was a belittled pushover area close to a power-line right of way that went for miles. There was a belittled Men 's restroom. The structure was a unsophisticated, wooden body structure with very high-slanted ceilings. When you entered the way, you faced a wooden wall ( floor to ceiling ) that separated the toilet from the sink orbit. The can had a partial wooden door and no urinals.

I played a lot at tennis and basketball at the park, and well-nigh afternoons and weekends I would ride by bike to the park. I often stopped by the restrooms and I loved reading the graffiti about pussy and pecker. Sometimes When I was in the sales booth, somebody enter the restroom and they would glint over the bulwark at me, but I would shroud up and then quickly leave. A few prison term I would figure and notice the stall door was slightly candid, only to expect and see soul in the stall. I would pick up a nimble coup d'oeil at his dick before running out.

I was at the park convenience, reading the same old messages when I saw a substance that basically said, `` BJ 9/8 at 8pm ''. The substance was new so I decided I would fare by the park. I had never had done anything sexually before other than making out with girls or when I was Thomas Young playing doctor with friends, and I had only recently hit puberty. I lied to my parents about going to a friends and I showed up at the park 30 mo early. Since it got dark too soon so by 7:30 the sun was going down.

I parked by bike by the restroom but I sat down at one of the cinch terrace in the dark. right field at 8pm, a car pulled in and an older guy got out of the car. I recognized seeing him around the park, because he had a mustache and walked with a cold-shoulder limp. I guess he was 50 years old. He had a slim build and was wearing a dyad of jeans and a tweed shirt.

He glanced at my bicycle and went in the men 's way. I thought, damn, someone actually showed up ! I didn't know what to do ... but it that didn't matter because I was too scared to make a motion. After a instant or two, the man walked out and looked around. By then it was very sinister and I knew he could n't see me. He would rate a short, rubbing the front of his bloomers. I realize now that was a signal, but at the time I just thought he was horny. I wanted him to take the air over, but I was afraid. Then I thought about dropping my pants so he could see my lily-white briefs. sure as shooting enough, he looked over, saw

my legal brief and started walking over. I was so hard, and I was wet from pre-cum where the tip of my dick tented in my briefs. I thought about pulling my gasp up but I didn't.

He said hello but I could n't answer. He stood in from of me rubbing his cock through his pant while I just sat there with my underwear showing but not stroking at all. He said, `` do you need some supporter with that ? '' and that reached forward to touch my dick. I almost came instantly. He told me to touch his pant and I put my manus on his crotch. Then he told me to take his tool out. I unzipped his trouser and pulled out a 5-inch cock. It was smaller than mine, but it was also the beginning adult putz I had every touched. I loved the feel and the smelling. I remember his pubes were recollective and thick. I was trembling I was so excited, and I remember him asking me if I was ok because I was breathing so hard and fast.

He told me to osculate it, and I did. Then he said lap it, and I licked the tip of his peter. I ran my finger through his bush and held his hairy clod. I loved touching it and smelling his peter. But he wanted a bj and after a duad of minute he asked me to fellate him. I told him I did n't know how. He laughed and said, `` Oh, I can learn you ''. I put his putz in my

lip and sucked on it without moving my principal, so he told my to slew my head back and forth. Because of the size of his dick, I did n't have any trouble sucking him. I just sat there sucking him, only doing what he told me to do because at that age I did n't realize you just go with the flow. I did n't even flirt with my own putz, which was still in my underwear.

After a few minutes, I could tell his peter was swelling and then he came in my mouth. What I remember most was that he shot very warm bursts that hit the back of my throat. I was startled and started to clog up. He asked me if I was ok, which I thought was very nice, and then he told me to finish up sucking his hammer and cum. He said for me to clean him up, so drub all over his dick and balls. I was so worked up I thought I would pass out. He told me I did a safe job for my first time which actually made me feel very proud of myself.

When I finished, he zipped up and said he needed to get abode to his wife. Just like that he left, but that was okay. After he drove off I went into the men 's room and jacked off. I ended up meeting him four straight person nights, sucking him off and then jacking off in the dark or in the men's room after he left. After that week I never saw him again.

I sucked a lot of senior marital guy cable at that park over the next match of years, and had several who fucked me leaning over a picnic tabular array or laying on my backbone under the tycoon lines. And every once and a spell, one of the Guy would breastfeed me .