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.

Straight Blowjob

I saw him as he got out of his car. About 28, 5'11", 160, dark hair, dark eyes, wearing a jogging suit. I'd been cruising the area for over half an hour and had seen no one. The place was completely dead, in spite of the weather not being bad. His was the first car to pull into the back lot. Which didn't necessarily mean anything about him. Lots of families park there to use the picnic area. And joggers and bikers sometimes leave their cars there. Usually, when single guys park there, it's obvious what they are there for. But this guy had `straight' written all over him. Something about his clothes and the way he wore them, something about his hair. I don't know. It's not like the woods at the reservation are some kind of fashion show, with only the hottest trendiest looks on display. You see guys wearing just about anything there. But there was something that definitely did not say `gay' about him.

But, after locking up his car, instead of jogging on down the road as I expected, he walked over to the main trail leading into the woods. I started to follow at a slight distance and he turned down a smaller path. He finally reached a small boulder and turned around and just leaned back against it. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants with his hands framing his crotch. And then just stood there. He didn't look at me, although I was only 20 feet or so away, but he just stared off into the woods. We both just stood there for a while, neither making a move. There was this little argument going on in my head.

"He's so obviously straight."

"Then what's he doing here?"

"But he isn't even looking at me. He can't be interested."

"But he's standing there, posing, and you're the only one around. Doesn't that say something?"

"But I'm no good at making the first move, especially when it isn't obvious it would be welcome."

`Well. He certainly isn't going to make the first move, and how long do you expect him to just stand there waiting?"

So, I took a deep breath and walked up to him, stopping about a foot in front of him, grasping for an opening line. Instead, he lifted his hands, placed them on my shoulders and started pushing down, very firmly, very steadily. Being an agreeable kind of guy, I soon found myself on my knees in from of him. He pulled down the front of his jogging pants, exposing an ample semi-hard dick and two beautiful balls. He hooked the elastic waistband of his pants under his balls, placed one hand on the back of my head and the other on his dick and guided the two together. I opened my mouth and his dick slid in. I licked around his head and sucked lightly on it, feeling his cock growing in my mouth, becoming more engorged, working its way back toward my throat.

In a few minutes, he was fully erect. He placed both hands on the back of my head and, by pulling with his hands and thrusting slightly with his hips, he began to fuck my mouth, gently and slowly at first, then harder and faster. Up until this point, he hadn't said a word. But now he started getting talkative.

"Oh yeah, faggot, suck that dick." "Take it all, swallow it." You know you need it, suck it." "You like a big one like this. I can tell. Take it, suck it." "Your mouth is just a pussy and right now its mine." "You're never gonna forget this fuck." "I'm gonna fuck this mouth pussy and you're gonna want more."

He just went on and on with his comments, and went on and on with his mouth fucking. It had to be 20 minutes. My jaw was aching, I was having a little trouble breathing, but he just kept going. Finally, his breathing got heavier and his balls started pulling up close to his dick. And his monologue continued; though slightly different.

"Awww! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your mouth pussy, you fag boy. Here it comes."

And with that I tasted the first hot shot of his sperm, hitting my tongue, filling my mouth. "Eat that cum, faggot! Suck me dry. Swallow my load. Suck every drop out of me." And I kept sucking and swallowing, doing exactly as he insisted, exactly as I wanted. Finally, he finished coming and pulled his dick from my mouth. Very slowly, very deliberately, he wiped his dick across my right cheek, then my left, cleaning off whatever was left on it. Then he pulled out the waistband of his pants, let his dick and balls back inside, and walked away without a word, back up the trail to the parking lot. And I just knelt there for a minute, wondering if my jaw would ever be the same, savoring the taste of a few drops still in my mouth.

Was he really straight? I don't know. Do totally straight guys ever do things with other guys? I don't think so. But it was definitely one-sided. It was all about him. Like he said, I was just a mouth pussy, and for that moment, I was his. And while I usually like a little reciprocation, I really enjoyed it. And he tasted so damn good.