Down The Park Sniffing Out Cock

He had a widow's peak and olive skin. He had a dirty cock, protruding from his jeans. He grabbed me by the hair and said, "Suck my cock, poofter boy."

I hoped there would be no more hair pulling.

I wondered if making me suck his cock was the worst thing he could think off? And not the best thing, as I thought.

I was dragged forward on my knees right up to him and in line with his cock.

“Hey, easy.”

His cock was hard and oozing jizz and if it wasn't for the scowl on his face I would thought he was really going to enjoy this. I think he was, but I don't think he wanted his two mates to think it.

He rammed his cock back into my mouth. Okay, mate, okay, you have a beautiful cock, I get it.

He was enjoying it in a sadistic kind of way, or at least, I think that was the impression he wanted to give.

Whatever he thought, I was keen and didn't need to be asked twice, or dragged across the park to stick that thick thing in my face.



“I'll suck you tough het boy like you've never been sucked before and make you forever disappointed with every little chicky babes slack jaw who will come after me.”

“Big words.”

He slammed his cock in and out of my mouth, so that I never really got control over my movements

I sucked down on it hard, applying full fucken pressure from a powerful masculine mouth. I’ll show this fucker.

I sucked his huge, hard cock like my life depended on it.

"Jeeeeezzzuuuusssss FUCK ME!" was what I heard as I sucked the juice right out of that fucker’s body. I wasn't going to stop until he exploded in my mouth, just to teach that fucker a lesson, just to leave him with the thought that the best head job he every got, possibly the most amazing cum he ever shot, was from some guy in a park who he thought he was intimidating.

And I did, I didn't stop. I pushed him back against the tree and suck his cock so hard in a prolonged attack that that cunt never expected, or saw himself cuming. Even when he tried to pull his cock out of my mouth, I growled like a savage dog and gave the impression I'd rather bite his cock off than take my face off it.

He shook! He screamed! He had his hands around it, I had my mouth around it, his cock was the only thing that existed on that fucken planet. And he hosed out so much juice, that by the time he was drained he was down on his knees, yelping, and I was wet from my mouth to my neck and shaking possessed by I don't know what dirty sex spirit that was inhabiting that park.

Of course, the crystal pipes I'd been doing with Nick earlier was probably the reason for my filth.

And the other boy stank of alcohol and vomit, so I'm guessing.

I never noticed his two buddie jacking off next to us, until I fell back on the grass and the world started to spin.

"Fucken, fucken, fucken!!!"

"Fucken, fucken, fucken!!!"

"AHHHHHHH!!!!" his cuter buddy fell to his knees and blew all over the grass metres from me.

It was very strange. Three straight boys getting off on one buddy doing the filthy gay thing, in a kind of budget deal.

The other guy made some really strange strangled noise, as he threw his head back and ejaculated like a grass sprinkler.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," was all my boy could say.

The three of them were still shaking cum off their hands, as at least one of them was buttoning up his jeans, as they ran off in the direction of Wellington Street.

I lay back on the grass and tried to remember what the hell was it that possessed me to come down to the putrid Gardens beat and looking for cheap sex at what time was it? Jesus! I laughed. Not for a long time had I done park sex.