Date: Sun, 19 May 2002 15:19:53 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Tales of the Reservation, Chapter 3 [Gay-Encounters]

The Reservation

Near where I live is a huge county park with a cruising area that has been
active for years. I have had many exciting experiences there, and many not
so exciting. I thought I would share a few of the more fun times. Some of
these are entirely true, some are based on true experiences with a little
`embellishment', and some have a bit of truth and a lot of fantasy. If you
are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is
illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you
enjoy at least some of these stories. Some of these took place in a time
when all sex was safe and some when precautions must be taken. Please
respect yourself and others enough to always play safe.  Comments are
appreciated.

Big Dick and Poppers

Late one afternoon, I was wandering around the reservation and was walking
past a parking lot in the back, when a man in a business suit got out of an
expensive looking car, gave me a look and headed down a path into the
woods. I followed along as the trail went down a slight hill and behind a
large tree and some bushes. The businessman was standing there, waiting for
me. He put his hand on my crotch and started massaging my cock through my
jeans. I grabbed at his bulge through his pants, and immediately felt the
unusual size, even though it wasn't close to being hard. He undid my jeans
and they fell around my ankles. He softly stroked my cock to full erection
while I opened his pants. I took out his dick, and even mostly soft, it had
to be 7 or 8 inches, and thick. I grabbed it firmly and stroked it and it
grew harder. It just got bigger and bigger. It must have been 10 to 12
inches, and so big around my hand didn't come close to closing around it.

I knelt down in front of him, mesmerized by the most enormous dick I'd ever
seen. I hadn't seen that many hard, but nothing came close to this. It was
cut, with a head that was just slightly larger than the uniformly thick
shaft. I brought my mouth up to it, kissing the head, licking around the
edges. Finally, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and went for it. The
head just barely fit. And that was it. I didn't gag; I couldn't get it in
far enough to even hit my gag reflex. All I could do was suck on the
head. After a few minutes, I took it out of my mouth, looked up at him and
apologized for not being able to do more.

He smiled and said, "No problem. Happens all the time. And there's other
things we can do."

He pulled me up; held me in his arms a moment then swiftly turned me around
and pushed me up against a large tree. Then he leaned into me, pressing
that monster dick against my ass. I knew what he wanted, but I had never
been fucked and there was no way that lethal weapon was going in my ass. He
put it between my thighs and began humping. I'll have to admit it was a
great feeling. He pulled back and pressed it lightly against my puckered
hole. I didn't want to admit to being a virgin, so I just told him I was
very tight and was sure he wouldn't fit. Then he pulled this small silver
inhaler from his pocket and put it under his nose, deeply inhaling first
with one nostril, then the other.  He reached around and held it under my
nose, saying, "Poppers always help."  I was a fairly na^Ėve 17 year old
and my only knowledge of drugs was what little talk I'd heard in high
school about pot, hash and acid. And this was obviously not any of them.
Hell, I'd only recently had my first beer. I was afraid this stuff would
make me lose control, and that dick could sure do some damage. So I
pretended to inhale. He produced some lube from somewhere and was rubbing
it around my hole with his finger, all the while shoving the inhaler under
my nose, while I pretended to inhale. Even with all the lube he was using
and all of the playing with my ass, after a while he still had only managed
to get one finger completely in my hole. And that finger felt huge. I
couldn't even imagine what his enormous dick would be like. He began to
realize it was a lost cause.

So he turned me around again, pushed me back down on my knees and placed
the head of his dick back in my mouth. While he held the back of my head in
place with one hand, he began stroking his cock with the other. I put one
hand on his cock and stroked with him.  Together, we were jerking him off
into my mouth. With the other hand, I started playing with his huge
balls. By the change in his breathing I could tell he liked that, so I
really went to work on them, rolling them around in my hand, squeezing them
a bit, thumping them lightly with my thumb. Soon his balls tightened up and
he pushed my head about an inch further onto his dick. As his first shot
erupted into my mouth, I choked, spraying his cum out both my nostrils, all
over our hands on his cock. And he just kept coming, shooting over and
over. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it leaked out both sides of my
mouth, At last, he finished, his last shot just a dribble on my tongue. He
gently pulled his dick out of my mouth, careful not to scratch himself on
my teeth. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and gently cleaned his
cum from my nose, mouth, cheeks, chin and hand. Then he cleaned his own
hand and cock. I felt like I'd swallowed a quart of semen, but there was
enough I missed to completely saturate the handkerchief.

As we got our clothes back together, he said, "Don't feel bad, kid. You did
better than some. It takes a real pro to handle this one, and
unfortunately, there aren't many of them around. Thanks." He walked back up
the hill toward the parking lot, while I just stood there, still unable to
believe what I'd just seen.