Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2018 14:36:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Erin Boy Subject: Oak Park Oak Park adult-youth, oral, masturbation, true Comments always welcome at erinboy_98@yahoo.com Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html It was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I went online and looked at the latest ads for men seeking men and emailed a guy who had just posted an ad for afternoon fun in an adjacent town. He was looking to suck guys outdoors or in their cars in the vicinity of the turnpike. He met me at the parking lot of a restaurant and I had him follow me to an office park that used to be a boy scout camp I went to on overnights and hikes with my troop. I picked a random office building and we parked in the back lot and went into the thick woods where we found an enormous boulder to shield us from view. He was in his mid 30s I would say, no more than half my age. He quickly got to his knees, extricated my cock and began to suck. I stroked his neck and murmured encouragement, good boy, that's it, take it, etc. He undid my belt and dropped my shorts and boxers so he could press his face against my crotch while he tongued my glans and licked my balls. Knowing that it would take too long for me to cum, I pulled him up and began to rub his cock through his pants while I told him the story of the first adult cock I ever sucked, right there in those woods when I was 14. I had come out from town on my bike to do some fishing. The day was warm and the stream was full so I stripped off my clothes and went skinny dipping as we sometimes did on scout campouts. The road in those days was narrow and bumpy and not high enough for passing cars to see down to the water's edge. But it was not so low for a passing box truck, the driver of which spotted me knee deep in the stream, my skinny butt exposed to view. He honked his horn in appreciation as he drove out of sight. I decided to give up on fishing and the water wasn't all that warm for swimming, my immature cock shriveling even smaller in the cool air. Stashing my fishing gear and my bike in some bushes, I dressed and set off exploring the trails. You never knew what you might find, a bird's nest, or a snakeskin. Once I found a snakeskin of a different sort. I had spied on two teenage couples having sex in a car. When they were gone I picked up the loaded condom one teen had discarded and used it to jerk myself off, imagining what it must feel like to fuck a girl. At that age I was not yet aware of the pleasures of fucking boy ass. But there were no rubbers to be found that day as I kept my eyes to the ground. It was because I was looking down that I did not see him at first. He was standing in the sunlit clearing, his open plaid shirt exposing a big belly covered in fur. And lower down, an enormous cock on full display, jutting out above his pushed down jeans and boxer shorts. I was the proverbial deer in the headlights, mesmerized by the mature organ being offered to me. I recognized him. It was the truck driver. He looked at me with smiling eyes, nodding his head in invitation. Was it obvious, I wondered. Could he tell by looking at me that I was a cocksucker? I was. But I had never been confronted with such a big one. I had mostly been sucking boys and young teens, the biggest being maybe half the size of what was being offered. There was no question but that I would accept my role and without a word being spoken I found myself on my knees, my mouth level with his crotch. He gently pressed the back of my head until my lips came in contact with the glans pushing through the loose foreskin. I gave my consent, opening my mouth wide but not able to take in even half the length. He kept up the gentle pressure and began to slowly move his hips. He must have found it thrilling to be serviced by one so young because his thrusting took on an escalation from which there was only one result possible. It happened suddenly, the salty liquid flooding my mouth. I retched and coughed and spit it out. It would be a few more years before I acquired a taste for such essence. He was sated and began to dress himself. "Thanks, kid" he said as he left me on my knees in the clearing, my face splattered with his cum. My story having had the desired effect, I dropped to my knees and sucked a load of cum in less than a minute. We quickly went our separate ways, both satisfied. From first contact to climax was less than thirty minutes. Will we ever be in touch again? I doubt it. And I don't care. 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