Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2018 15:19:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Razz MaTazz Subject: memories of a teenage huster (Installment Two) The weekend after my first time exploring in the park I was the horniest I had ever been. I was constantly thinking about what it was like to feel this older mans hands on my body, and his mouth over my cock. Each time I would think about it made me want to run to the nearest restroom, or anywhere for a little alone time, and jack myself off. But Tuesday came soon enough. I had been so horny at school thinking about it that I was constantly rubbing my dick during classes and hoping that nobody saw. We had agreed to meet at about 8pm at the same table that we had used the last time. I had been thinking about where he might be thinking to go that was close by for a little more privacy. There wasn't much to think of. There were some alleys in between some buildings, but that would be dirty, full of trash, and pretty smelly. I was wondering if he was thinking about the new houses that were being built in the area and maybe going into one of them. That didn't guarantee privacy though as other kids were going into them stealing stuff and spray painting. Where we went though was really a surprise. I got to the park a little early. I locked my bike up on the rack and started to walk back to the picnic area to meet up. I had decided to wear pretty much what I had the other night: a pair of soccer shorts, boxers, and a t-shirt. This was pretty much my summer get up anyhow. I had my sandals on my feet too since I never wore shoes and socks unless absolutely necessary. I hopped up on the table when I got to it so I was sitting on it's top with my feet resting on the bench. I could feel that my cock was already pretty hard, and I only had to wait a few minutes. I could see the guy coming up the path about five minutes later. Since it wasn't so dark yet I could make him out a little better this time. He was about 5'10", I would have guessed about 170 pounds or so. He had short hair in a military style cut, and could see that he was a little salt and peppered. He looked to be a little older than my dad, who was 35 at the time, so I would have guess this guy to be near, or early 40's. He had a close shaved beard and mustache as well. Overall, he looked very handsome. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and black t-shirt that he had tucked in. He had big biceps too that made the sleeves of his shirt tight around his arms. I could tell from that that he must go to the gym a few times a week. I did too, but I just swam laps mostly. I didn't do any of the weight stuff. Lastly, he had a pair of slip on shoes. I smiled at him as he was walked up, and could tell that he was smiling back. Maybe he didn't think that I'd actually show up again? He got up to me, put a hand on my knee, gave me a peck kiss on the cheek and said that he WAS surprised to see me. "Honestly, I wasn't sure that you would be here," he said. "Why's that," I replied, a bit curious to know why a horny boy wouldn't want his dick sucked again. He answered, "Because of our ages, and not knowing each other. Maybe you'd think it was too risky." "I did think about not coming a few times, but it didn't last long. Yea it's a bit risky, but it was fun." And I had to add, "plus the thought of you giving me $50 just to suck my dick again kinda did it." We both laughed at bit at that until he said, "Well, if you want to, I know a place about a five minute walk from here that will give us a lot of privacy if you're OK with that." "I've been trying to figure out where that might be. So yea, I'm all for it," I said hopped off the table standing next to him. I was only 5'0" tall at the time so the top of my head only came up to the bottom of his chin. The last time that my mom had weighed me I had just hit 100 pounds for the first time. It was always embarrassing a bit when mom would measure me and weigh me. She kept it all recorded in my baby book and said sometime when I'm older I'm going to enjoy looking back and reading about my growing up. We will see about that one. So we started walking out of the park heading to the place that he knew of. On the way we struck up a little small talk conversation. I'm glad that he started because I was still a bit nervous and didn't know what to say. "So what grade in school are you in, if you don't mind me asking." "I'll be in 7th grade when school starts," I said. "Are you looking forward to it?" he asked looking down and over at me, I was walking about a foot or so off to his right. "It's OK, I guess." I answered. "I like learning stuff. But math and history are pretty boring most of the time." "Yea, I'll agree," he said and gave my head a little pat. "I thought the same thing when I was in school. It's not until a long time later when you realize why they taught you those things." There was silence for about a minute as we continued to walk until he changed the subject from school to sex. "Are you gay then, or bi? Or straight and just enjoy a good blow job?" "I'm gay," I answered. "But only a couple of my friends know." "Ah. How did you find out about the park? Was that from one of your friends?" "Yea," I replied. "He was a couple years older that I am and said that he had been there a few times. He moved away and said that I should check it out." "Oh, nice then. How far have you gone with other boys then?" "I've been fucked before a few times if that's what you mean," I said turning to look him in the eyes. I was trying to figure out if he wanted to fuck me too. "That is pretty cool," he said. "I bet you have a cute little ass hiding under those shorts too." I turned to look at him again and could tell that he was looking at my ass too. "Well, here we are too." I looked around at where we were, and we were standing in front of the gate to a small cemetery. It was across the street from about a half dozen houses, and we were standing under a street light. This was not the type of place I thought we were going. "In the cemetery?" I asked him. "Yes, if it's OK with you," he said. "At the back there is a wall with a smooth grassy area behind it. I figured we could go behind the wall." I think he could tell that I was a little unsure about that because he added, "We won't be on top of anyone. they haven't buried anyone in that section yet." "Oh, OK then," I said. "I wasn't sure about being on top of someone." "No, no," he replied. "The only person I want you on top of is me." So I followed him along the dirt roadway that went through the cemetery until we got to the wall that he was talking about. The wall was actually were they would put the cremated remains in their urns into a secure spot. He was right about there being a large grassy area behind it, and there was just enough light from moon that night so it wasn't completely dark. He got up close to me and put his hands on my sides once we got to a spot that was going to work for us. He had lifted up my shirt just a bit to do that so his hands were resting on my skin just above my shorts waist. Then slowly he lifted up my shirt over my head running his hands on my body all the way up my sides and up my arms until I was standing bare chested in front of him. "You are one fantastic looking boy," he said as he ran his hands over my chest and nipples, stopping at each one to give them a light pinch which made me shudder a bit. "You probably wouldn't believe me, but you are the youngest guy that I've ever messed around with." I didn't know if I entirely believed that, but I replied, "You're the oldest I've messed around with too." He ran his hands down my chest and took the belt that I had on my shorts into his hands and started to undo the clasp. "I'm sure that there are plenty of older guys who wouldn't mind playing with you," he added as he got my belt undone and lowered the zipper. I kicked off my sandals as my shorts made their way down my legs so I was standing there in my bare feet and boxers. He quickly tossed off his shirt and jeans too, so we were both standing facing each other in just our boxers. "Lay down here," he said as he kneeled on the ground as well. The grass wasn't wet or damp at all. It had been a pretty hot day so the grass was still very dry even though it was getting late at night. So I laid down and he put his fingers on each side of my underwear and pulled them off my feet so I was now laying totally naked on ground. He took his underwear off as well and then took a hold of each of my ankles to spread my legs a bit so he could lay down in between them. He laid down then on his stomach and put one hand around my cock and his other hand on my chest over my nipple. Then he put his mouth over my cock and took me down to my balls right away. The feeling was so intense that I felt every muscle in my body tighten up, and I nearly came in his mouth on the spot. He realized that I was close already and took my cock out of his mouth and started to suck on my balls instead. That had it's own super pleasurable feelings as well. I could feel him rolling my hard little nuts around in his mouth and then he did something that I would never forget and that would lead to other adventures later on. He took my nuts between his teeth and ever so lightly bit down on them. The feeling that went through by body right then was incredible!! "OMG, ouch! That hurts," I said as I was gripping the grass on either side of me, and flexing out my toes as far as they could go. I was breathing hard, and sweating like it was 90 degrees out. "Do you want me to stop," he asked concerned. "Was that to much," he added while still having a hand wrapped around my dick. "No way," I replied. "It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time." With that, he spent the next several minutes going between my cock, swallowing it all the way to my balls, then stoking my cock while he sucked my balls and nibbled on my nuts. The pain in that was so intense, but was so enjoyable at the same time I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. When he noticed that I was super close again, this time I knew he wanted my cum. He was going up and down on my cock, from balls all the way up to the head and back down again. His mouth was so much better than my hand at any time. He had both of his hands now on my chest and pinching my nipples. They were hard pinches, but not to hard. Enough again to be painful, but oh God so pleasurable at the same time. "I'm going to cum," I started to say over and over. He just started going even faster up and down on my cock. He took his right hand off my chest and put it down under my balls and between my ass cheeks. I thought he was going to squeeze my nuts at the time I was cumming. He took his mouth off my cock just long enough for him to catch his breath. "I want to swallow all your cum." And then went right back to sucking me as fast and hard as he could. When the time came, and I nearly screamed "I'm cumming!", I arched my back trying to get my 13yo dick as far down his adult throat as I could. When I did that, without any warning, or thought it was going to happen, he pushed a finger deep into my ass, and I came immediately. When I felt his finger go into my ass it sent shockwaves up and down my body. My whole body went rigid, and I felt myself just unload my teenage cum into his mouth. He wasn't gagging at the amount of cum that was coming out of my cock, he just drank it like he would a soda. He worked his finger around inside my ass enough that I was ripping the grass with my hands and my toes were curling up under me as my body arched from the experience. After my body has finished expelling all my cum into his mouth, I collapsed on the ground again and was breathing hard like I'd run all the way home from school. He laid down on the ground next to me and then pulled me over so I was laying on top of him, cock to cock, on the now wet grass from our sweat. He put his hands on my ass and gave them a squeeze ever now and then as we recovered from the experience. "I'll admit that was the best blow job I've given in quite a while," he said with his hands still on my ass. Of course I wasn't naive enough to believe that he had probably said that to a few other people in the past. "Best one I've ever gotten, that's for sure," I said. That statement was true though. The blow jobs I'd had up till then were nowhere near as intense. He slapped my ass with both hand and then gave them a tight squeeze. "I'd hope so," he said. He said it was time for us to get going then, and I rolled off of him and stood up to start getting my clothes back on for the walk back to the park and the ride home. I could tell that he didn't want to go, and neither did I really, because as I was trying to get dressed he kept feeling up my ass and cock. Once I got my clothes all the way on he even kneeled down again and got into my shorts to suck me off a bit again even though I was soft. My cock was sore from the intense blow job that I couldn't let him go for very long. On the walk back to the park I asked if he wanted to do it again, assuming that he was of course going to say yes. He did say yes, and we agreed again to meet at the park that coming Saturday night. My dick was sore from the blow job, I could still feel the intensity of the nibbling of my nuts the whole way home. And I put that $50 right next to the other $20 he had given me in a book that I had had forever so my parents wouldn't find it. I quickly took a shower to get all the grass and dirt, and sweat smell off of me and then crashed in bed trying to give myself another orgasm. It wasn't as intense as the one at the cemetery, but I fell asleep and wore out and happy boy.