Lubed and Ready ?

 Lubed and ready?”

These would be the first words he’d say to me. 

I  was out after my workout and swung by the park to which I’ve been visiting. I won’t lie, it attracts mostly black men, and that is kind of why I frequent this place. As it turns out, I’m either too old, or too white (or both) for these guys most of the time. Usually they won’t even acknowledge me at all.  I get it. But I don’t dress like a cop might, which leads me back to the age/race part. Now and then, I’m taken up on my offers, as you’ve read over the last few months – as some of those tales have taken place here. 

It was a Sunday morning, and cold. It is early March, ya know. Two cars in the lot. One car has blacked out windows, so I don’t know who is in there, or if anyone is in there. I have a clear shot to the shelter area, and no one is waiting there. I hang in the car for a few. 

The area has shitty cell service, so I don’t know if anyone nearby is on any of the apps. Sniffies kind of comes up, but everything has a major lag.  I grab my keys and poppers and walk towards the shelter. I pass by the other car. I can kind of see a white guy inside. I can’t tell his age, but his hair makes me think he is old. He has a lot of stupid bumper stickers on his car. 

I’m not in the shelter for long when I see him leave his car and approaching. He’s not as old as I believed, just greying hair, most likely prematurely, though he’s not like in his 30s or probably 40s. There is no standing and foot shifting. No hemming. No hawing.  He pulls at his zipper and asks – “lubed & ready?”.  I tell him I’m ready. I say spit will have to do for lube.  He doesn’t even flinch. 

I drop my sweatpants down far enough. I’m commando underneath. I go to bend over the waist high wall.  He wants me to turn towards the parking lot so we can see someone coming.  I can figure out if a car is coming, I face my way to see if hikers, who make less noise, are approaching. I win. Duh. 

He put his dry 7.5”, but thick, cock to my hole. I have to remind him about the spit. I also spit into my hand and slather my hole with saliva. “Fuck yeah”, I hear him say as he watches me apply it liberally. 

I like this guy. It’s about fucking. It’s not about me sucking him to get him hard so he can perform. He’s ready. This is all he wants. Ass. Hole. Cock. Raw.  I’m all about giving it to him. 

I resume my place over the wall. Ass out. Poppers in hand. With little trouble, I might add, he slides the head and first inch up my hole. We both know he’s in, so he just keeps sinking. Deeper. Till he bottoms out.  And then the fucking starts. 

The guy has skills. He knows how to fuck.  Deep strokes. Not all the way out, but close. Plunging back in. Grinding. Making himself known. 

He tells me he his wife thinks he’s at the grocery store. I let him believe that I believe his lie. He has a wife about as much as I have one. I think his lie makes his cock harder. Or so it seemed. It is quite possibly my imagination. 

For a semi-exposed park fuck, this goes on a while. Usually it’s in and out. Literally.  And figuratively. But he saws away – in out in out in out in out – making himself feel good, making me feel great, though I don’t think he cared a bit about my pleasure. He sure didn’t ask. Though my “ohhh yeah….keep fucking me” might have been a clue that I was liking having my butthole used by a stranger in a public place. But that’s just a hunch. 

Like I said, he was good at his craft. I took it like a champ. My ass was open for him and he took full use of that “experience”. He fucked. He pounded. There was no “just sex” kind of thing, it was a FUCK. But it’s a park, you have to expect that. It’s about immediacy and the ability to do what you need to and move one. 

Yeah, I hoped that someone else would show up. Take over from where he finished. This time there’d be no need for spit or more lube. But I saw the parking lot. No one was around. 

Still, he had to get home to “the wife”. He was moaning. He was close and I knew he was starting to shoot.  But I’m a fucking self-centered whore sometimes. I want to know what he / they are doing at that moment.  So I prompt.  “What you are doing?  What’s going on??  Say it!”   This response:  “I’m breeding your fuckhole.”   

Boom. That’s all I wanted. I don’t ask for much. 

As I always do, I use my ass muscles after they ejaculate. I plan to squeeze out every drop of their jizz. I know they can be sensitive, but I find it important to get it all. Deep down, I have to believe the tops want it all taken in – no matter what end. But as it bound to happen, the guy eventually slides out, on his own accord, or just due to gravity and flaccidness. 

He stands there for a few seconds looking around.  “Got anything to clean this off?” as he gestures to his dick.  I drop to my knees and go, “how about this?” and stick out my tongue.   “Yeahhhhhhh.  Fuck yeah” is his response. My lips wrap around his head and take him down to his pubes. I make a show of it, and then back out and use my outstretched tongue, so he knows I’m cleaning his cock. 

He pulls away, tucks himself back in and pseudo waves as he walks away. 

4.5 at the Park

 I was back at that park. That one that is primarily frequented by minorities. Sometimes you have to insert yourself into situations when the Black Signal isn’t working consistently. 

Normally it is about a 15% success rate. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not horribly welcome there it seems. It might be my skin tone. It might be my age. It might be both. Or something else. But when I connect, I usually really connect. 

This was a Sunday morning. I had been chatting with a guy who fucked me in a warehouse during working hours a few years back. We’ve been unsuccessful at finding another time. But he was now living close to this park and he agreed to meet me. I told him I’d be in the shelter. 

When I got there, only two cars were in the parking lot. One handsome guy cleaning is car with his two very intimidating pit bulls sitting next to said car. The other was, I’m guessing, a woman learning to drive – and who did nothing but circle the parking lot again and again and again. But the guy showed up and made his way to where I was in the park. He wasn’t happy about the location, so I pointed to an abandoned / closed up restroom building where we could go behind. And off we went – him ahead of me by a few hundred feet. 

We got right down to business.  I had nothing on under my gym shorts and my hole was lubed. This was a get in / get out scenario, literally and figuratively. His cock was thinner than I remembered, but honestly, last time it was a dark warehouse. I didn’t see it – just felt it.  In me.  Here I saw it for a moment, as I offered him lube. Then I turned to the stone structure and he stepped behind me and slid in. The fucking itself was ok. Nothing spectacular, but considering the circumstances, I wasn’t expecting anything groundbreaking. 

Shortly into the fuck, a guy walked the path near the bathroom and looked back. He stopped….and walked towards us. I told the guy fucking me to keep going, the guy was good. I’d seen him here before. Hell, I’d sucked his cock before. Turns out, I would again. 

He walked in front of me and tugged on his sweats until his fat 9” cock appeared.  “Suck it”.  So I did. Here I was in the partial woods, behind an outhouse getting spit roasted by two black cocks – one light skinned, one very dark. 

The one in my mouth firmed up. He wanted me to open my mouth telling me to “keep on it”. He kept telling me – not asking – that I liked that dick.  I did. It filled my whole mouth and I was hoping he’d switch positions with the guy behind me, who by the way was having trouble staying hard. Maybe an audience was too much for him. But he didn’t leave, he eventually came and stood next to me watching me suck the BBC.  I had been bent over, but now that I wasn’t taking it up the ass, the feeder told me to get on my knees in front of him. So into the wet leaves and mud I went. Condom wrappers strewn about. Yeah, this place gets decent action. 

As I was down there, another guy showed up. He was in all grey, that’s about all I got from my position. Still he had his cock out – a respectable 7.5”. It was harder to see him looking up.  The guy whom I was sucking said, “get on his dick”.  I pivoted a bit to my left and took him in my mouth. His hand went to my head and fed me cock. I took it like a pro, right down to his pubes.  I would alternate between the three cocks in front of me. 

So into this I was, that I didn’t see a fourth guy appear. It was the handsome guy cleaning his car. As it would turn out he’d only observe and only for a while. If someone attempted to bring him in, he’d take a few steps back. He didn’t stay long, but long enough for the guy in grey to say he was about to cum. So whichever dick I was on, I came off it and went to him. I caught the load with time to spare. I wanted to show it to the guy who took charge of the scene, but he told me to swallow it, so I did and showed him my empty mouth. Just then, the guy who had been fucking me was ready to unload. I did the same to him and ingested that jizz too. 

Guy #3 left, leaving just the first two guys. I worked on the biggest dick for a while. “Keep going………….keep going……..”.  His load was sizeable and tasted good. There was no audible reaction from the guy watching. There would be no “thanks”. It would be pulling up the sweats and both of them walking away. 

There was another guy yards away, watching. I’d seen him a dozen or so times before, each time he ignored me. I wasn’t sure how long he had been there or how much he saw. Even if it was the last two minutes, it was a white cocksucker on his knees in the muck before two black dudes with their cocks out in his face. Kind of tells the entire story, doesn’t it? 

Without a word or gesture, he walked back into the area. I was still on my knees. He pulled out his dick. Thick. Black. Heavily arced. It wasn’t the easiest to accommodate due to that severe curve, but I got enough in.  It didn’t take him long. The load wasn’t huge, but it was a load. The fourth one in 15 minutes. 

On my way back to my car, the ringleader of earlier was headed back, he stopped me, told me I should open my throat more. I’m good with constructive criticism. I told him he should try to open my ass. He reached behind me and felt it.  He told me his name and to look for him again.