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.
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