Tales of the Reservation

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^Ëve 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.