Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2021 11:54:30 -0700 From: SimFox Subject: The Zoo THE ZOO By: T-RAV Last weekend I went to the zoo. It had been a few years since I'd been, and they recently added some new stuff, so I figured I'd go check it out. I was set to go with my friend, Sara, but she bailed last minute, and while I wouldn't normally go to places like that alone, my favorite watering hole is only two blocks away, so if it ended up being a total bust, I could always stop in for a drink on my way back home. I'm a nerd by nature, but I look more athletic than I actually am. I'm white with dark hair and hazel eyes. I consider myself bisexual, or maybe what would be pansexual these days, I don't really know. I'm 27, am just north of six feet tall, just south of 200 pounds, and have a decent-sized, 8-inch, uncut cock. I'm in grad school with a year left on a mechanical engineering master's degree. I got to the zoo and it took me all of 30 minutes to see the new exhibits, so I got an ice cream cone from the food court, and sat at an outside table. The sun was warm, but not too hot, and through the overgrown vegetation of the panther exhibit in front of me, I could see the blueness of the sky. In short, it was a nice day. I sat for awhile, thinking that it was probably a waste of time to have come all the way over here. Then, I pushed the last bit of waffle cone into my mouth and licked my fingers clean. `I'm thirsty. I guess it's about time to head to the bar,' I thought, getting up to leave. That's when I noticed I was being watched. About 30 feet away from me, with an expression on his face that I can only describe as seductive, a young guy of what looked to be about 19 or 20 stood leaning against a railing. He had dirty blood hair, brown eyes, and was maybe 5'9" or so. A black sweatshirt was tied around his waste, and he wore a tight pair of gray track pants that sported quite a noticeable bulge. I thought I was imagining it at first because, like a zoo exhibit, it was just out there on display. He had the sweatshirt to cover up if needed, but he chose not to hide it. In fact, when he saw me looking in his direction, he reached down and rubbed the front of his cotton-polyester mound. I adjusted my own growing problem, much more subtly, and looked around to see if anyone was noticing us. The dozen or so people in the immediate area seemed more than oblivious, so I moved closer to him. What was I doing? There was something about him, in this moment, that took away nearly all my sense of law and order. What stood out to me more than anything was the smirk on his face. I knew, that he knew what he was doing. He knew, that I knew that this was going to happen. He stepped forward, until he was less than 10 feet away from me, and lowered his waste-band just enough for his 7-inch cut cock to bounce out. He wasn't wearing underwear. Then, he pulled the elastic band back up, letting it rest about two inches from the top of his now upward pointing member. He pulled his shirt down to cover the rest, turned toward a bridge that crossed over a small river, gave me a nod, and walked away. I followed. Immediately on the other side of the bridge, he turned and went between two small buildings. On the backside of the farthest one, a hidden restroom that I didn't know about appeared. "No one comes back here because the main restroom is right next to the food court," he said from the far urinal as I made sure the door was closed behind me. His voice was deep and thunderous, and almost didn't match his boyish build. I nodded. I was so nervous, but also so ready for whatever this young twink wanted from me. I stood at the urinal right next to his, giving me a much closer look at his nice young cock. It wasn't impressively big, but was of larger than average girth, and had a nice mushroom head that was fleshy and pink. I pulled my own member out of my cargo shorts, and it sprang up to its full glory in front of me. I couldn't remember the last time I was this fucking hard. Without missing a beat, he reached over and wrapped his hand around it, pulling the foreskin back to reveal my raging red dickhead. There was already a healthy line of liquid dripping from the tip. The rich smell of uncut cock, precum, and body wash wafted me in the face. I could tell he got a strong whiff too as his own cock bounced without being touched. He got down in front of me and put the first four inches or so in his warm, wet mouth. Then, he pulled off an inch or two and went back all the way down to the base. I could feel my foreskin in the back of his throat. It made me quiver. "You like the way I suck that dick?" he said, coming up for air. "Fuck yeah, I do," I moaned. He replied with the salacious slurping sound of going back down on me. Then up and down and up and down. "Oh God, man, drain my balls!" I grabbed the back of his head. He placed a hand on my shaft and moved it up and down with his mouth, aggressively stroking his own cock with the other hand. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Oh, fuck! I'm so close," I yelled, probably loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. "Give it to me!" he choked out. Seconds later, I felt my whole body stiffen as my legs began to shake. "Here it comes boy! Fuck!" He yanked his own dick harder and faster, and I saw his milky orgasm start to form a puddle on the floor, as I shot a load in his mouth so big and intense that my eyes were forced closed. He swallowed rope after rope after rope, while I grabbed the sides of his head with both hands for balance. He slowed down, but continued to suck me clean. I squirmed at the sensation. Then, he stood up, gave it one last squeeze and pulled a napkin out of his pocket. I shoved my still semi-hard cock back into the underwear in my cargo shorts, while he wiped the paper towel across the mess on the floor between us. He walked over to the sink, tossed it in the trash, and washed his hands. As the sound of rushing water stopped, he smiled and gave me a wink, then stepped out the door, leaving me there to process what the fuck had just happened. This story is property of the author listed here. Distribution of it without the author's consent is not allowed.