"Hollywood Deepthroat 03 - Trip to the Park"

by hollywooddeepthroat@gmail.com

Most famous guys want to keep sex private, a "behind closed doors" type of thing. Most. Not all.

"Shane" had called me three times in one afternoon, making sure I was going to be around if he dropped by later that evening. Not only did he not come in the house, but he sat in his car and fucking honked repeatedly for about ten solid minutes. I had no idea that someone was honking at me until Eddie phoned me up and asked how long was I going to let that fucking asshole sit out there and honk?

I walked out in my shorts and a tank top and the guy in the car stuck his head out the window. "Get something on your feet. I'm taking you on a ride." Now a normal sane guy would never have gotten in a car with a total stranger, no matter how well known he was, but not only did I head inside for a pair of sandals, but my cock was instantly hard. Shane commented on my bone as soon as I got into the car.

"Nice piece of meat. You like to deepthroat, right?" I wasn't sure if his question was a query about self sucking or if he was just changing the subject.

"Uh, yeah. How big's your dick?" The guy was cute. He was wearing ridiculously huge black wraparound shades and had on a hot tee with the sleeves ripped out. His arms were very muscular.

"What difference does it make? I don't need to be sucked. I just want to watch you suck off a nice big cock." I thought Shane was headed for the nearby freeway entrance, but he kept maneuvering through the surface streets. I had no idea where he was going until he explained our destination to me. "There's a park nearby. Guys fucking love to cruise. Around the clock. But I don't like to fuck around with that until it starts to get dark. How old are you anyway?" I told him I was 28 and when I asked how old he was, he laughed and told me to look it up on the Internet if I was so damn interested. "Of course, they've got me listed as being three years younger than I really am on any resource I've ever checked out." He made a hard left and pulled down a dark dirt road into a heavily wooded area. "This place isn't as cruisy as the main lot, but there's a rest room out here, and lots of the guys wander around in the woods. They think it's safer."

Shane put down his window and motioned a happy wanderer right over. It was a young black guy. "Let me see your dick," Shane said. I couldn't see the guy's package, but apparently it wasn't quite what Shane was looking for, so he sent him on his way. He did the same thing with three other young guys, turning them all away. Jesus, it was like fishing, and everything he caught was being tossed back.

"How big of a dick are you hoping to find?" I finally asked.

"Big enough to make you choke." Fuck. That would have to be pretty big. But I kept my mouth shut, mostly because I didn't want to spend my entire night in the park.

Finally, a suitable match ambled over. It was a ripped Hispanic guy with a shaved head and lots of tattoos that were visible, since his shirt was off. He had two huge silver nipple rings tugging on his big nips and a huge dick making a large tent in his baggy nylon shorts. Even I thought it was chokeworthy.

"Get in the back," Shane told him. Then he instructed me to lower the back of my seat and slide over and swallow the guy's rod. "Don't be shy," he told our guest. "Get that big dick out and let my little whore show you what he can do."

The guy's meat was long, thick and imposing. I can do pretty well with even the longest cock, but when they're beer can fat, even my throat takes some time to adjust. Shane pulled his own cock out (not too shabby!) and started to jerk himself off, clearly turned on by the choking sounds that were coming from my monster-packed throat.

The guy I was sucking had the most beautiful nuts ever; they were each the size of an egg and were exceptionally smooth. I'm glad he enjoyed having them fondled and tugged, because I couldn't keep my hands off of them. Even Shane was impressed.

"Big fucking balls. I bet you have a big load for my little slut here." (I'll confess right now that being call a "little slut" made my dick even harder.) Shane looked out at the woods and noticed another guy wandering over. He let me know someone else was around, but made it clear I was to "keep sucking that dick." I thought maybe the Hispanic stud was going to get scared off, but the idea of being caught only made his dick throb harder. The fucker was nearly sealing off my airway.

"I'm bustin' a nut," the Hispanic guy growled, in a thick accented voice that made my hole twitch. It was the first time he'd said anything. He held my head down and I played with his big balls while he pumped his wad into me. He was back out into the park before the last of the cum was even down my hatch.

"Get your face over here," Shane grunted. I took a second too long gawking at his (nice!) hairy chest (he had pulled up his tee to expose his chest) and he yelled again. "Open up!"

Reflexively, my mouth dropped open and Shane squirted six thick shots straight in. Then he bitched at me while I tried to get the seat back up, worried that I was going to get "manjuices" all over his leather interior. Jesus, I'm surprised the prick didn't make me get out and walk back to the house.

He did make me jump out in the street and hike back up the driveway. I made a quick detour to the main house and told Eddie to think twice before pimping me out to that asshole again. All was forgiven, though, when Eddie took note of my (uncummed) cock and invited me in for a pleasant ten minute mutual milking session.

I'm getting to like Eddie. He's a little quirky, and has a whole (pointless) Greta Garbo seclusion thing going on. I told him he should get out more, and even mentioned making a repeat visit to the park together. He wouldn't hear of it. But he did mention having a workman stop by later in the week.

Something about a "glory hole wall" he is planning to construct in the cottage....