Man in Black

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. This is a true story of one of the more interesting and exciting times I had there. 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 find something to enjoy in this. Comments are appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.

About nine years ago, I went up to the reservation the day after Thanksgiving around noon. Weekdays are not usually busy there, but so many people have that Friday off, I thought I might find some action. While noon is fairly early to find a good crowd even on a Saturday or Sunday, I like it there at that time of day. It's quiet, peaceful and every now and then a hot one comes along and there's little competition around. As soon as I got there I went back into the woods and saw no sign of anyone. So I went out to the road to see if there were any occupied parked vehicles. Some guys just pull in, park, and sit in their cars, waiting for a good time to come to them. I prefer to get out and prowl around. You get to see more, and you get a little exercise at the same time.

When I got out to the road, there was only one car besides mine. I walked back and forth past it, making it pretty obvious to the driver that I was interested. Actually, I couldn't be sure I was interested until he got out of the car and got a look at him, so I did what I could to lure him out. After the third time past him, I heard his door open and close behind me. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see what I was working on. He was just a little taller than I was, maybe 5'11", slim build, dark hair, maybe early 30s, but beyond that, it was hard to tell. He was "the man in black." A black cap, sunglasses, black tee shirt covered by a short black jacket, black jeans and black boots. Kind of interesting, kind of mysterious, but he had a very nice slim body.

I turned down a trail into the woods and he followed. When we reached the area where most of the cruising and action took place, it was still deserted. I stopped and he drew up close behind me. He stopped right behind me and placed a hand on my right buttock, squeezed it and began running his hands all over my ass. He stepped to my left side and while his right hand continued playing with my ass, his left hand unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees. Neither of us had yet uttered a word. He used both hands to tuck my shirt up inside my short jacket, leaving me naked from the waist to the knees. Then he went back to work on my body. His right hand continued rubbing, stroking, and squeezing my ass cheeks, with an occasional light slap. His left hand toyed with my dick and balls, sometimes squeezing my dick, making it firm up a little more, more often tugging my balls downward, giving them a little pressure, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me he had me.

All of a sudden, I felt a sharp slap to my ass. He had hit it a lot harder than the few earlier pats. And he continued. First the left cheek, then the right, each one getting a little harder, with an occasional soothing rubbing in between. Each slap stung quite a bit, but wasn't really painful. I've never been into pain, but this was kind of interesting. Since it didn't hurt too much, I figured I'd see where it was leading. And then he finally spoke the first words from either of us . "Jerk yourself off while I spank your ass."

I agreed, but on one condition. "Let me see your dick. " He unzipped his jeans and pulled it out-a beautiful, pale white, perfectly proportioned dick, maybe just a little bit bigger than average. With my left hand, I grabbed it and slowly stroked it. With my right hand, I grabbed my own and went to work on it. He started in on my ass again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each time he hit just a little bit harder. Still not causing real pain, but definitely stinging like hell. It's a good thing it was early and the woods were empty, because I could hear the slaps resounding through the woods. I swear they could be heard out on the park road, if not on the county road passing by. The harder he hit, the harder I pulled on our two hard cocks. Finally, I felt the pressure build up in my balls, and I exploded, shooting over and over again, spraying the dead leaves on the ground in front of me with my cum. As soon as I finished coming, he put his dick back in his fly, softly patted my butt and said, "Nice." And then he was gone, heading back up the trail toward the road.

I just stood there for a few minutes. Shirt tucked up under my jacket, pants around my knees, wondering what had just happened. I've never been into S&M and I really don't like pain. But that was interesting. Different. I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. The stinging of his spanking hands hurt, but not too much. And it certainly didn't turn me off. But did it turn me on? Hmmm. I decided it was something I would have to try again, to investigate further. But I really haven't had the opportunity. Now and then, someone will give my butt a few slaps and I think, "Here goes." But it's usually just a little playing around. And being shy, I find it hard to come right out and ask for what I want, especially if it's a little bit on the kinky side. So, I'm still wondering.

But I can tell you this. Every year since then, the day after Thanksgiving, I am up at the reservation, hoping to run into my man in black again.