Wet Mother's Day

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. Please respect yourself and others enough to always play safe. Comments are appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.

I've always found some fun at the reservation, sometimes more than others. Being out in the woods, in a gay sexual atmosphere has always brought out the slut in me. One Sunday in May, a few years ago, (Mother's Day, actually) I went up to the reservation, feeling more than a little horny. It was around noon and I really didn't think that very many guys would be out cruising. I didn't expect much to be happening; thinking everyone would be off having dinner with Mom. I'd sent the flowers and card, and made the call, but since my Mom was over a thousand miles away, that was it for me for the day.

I walked down the trail, not expecting much since there were only a couple of cars parked on the road. I soon came across a guy who wasn't my usual type sitting on a fallen tree across the trail-middle-aged, black, balding and a little bit chunky. He was drinking from a plastic bottle and I could see a nice big cock head falling out one leg of his shorts. He smiled and said hi as I walked by. I nodded, smiled and returned the greeting. I went down into the heart of the cruising area, where most of the action took place. Dead-not a soul. I should have known. That early on a Sunday, plus Mothers' Day. Even though it was a hot Spring day, I should have known better and was disappointed.

I guess I'm an eternal optimist. I know I'm no kid anymore, but I also knew I looked pretty hot in the outfit I'd chosen and wanted to show it off. To be brief, I'm 5'10", 160, in pretty good shape, brown hair and eyes, trim goatee and mustache. I had on a short tank top and these tiny, flimsy shorts I'd had for years and had used as swimming trunks at the gym, until the chlorine started to destroy the fabric. They had ripped across both cheeks, exposing most of my ass. I'd worn a larger pair of shorts over them until I got to the reservation, so as not to shock the neighbors. So I was wandering through the woods in a cute little outfit with my ass hanging out, and no one to show it to.

I wandered around a bit to make sure I wasn't missing anyone, then gave up and headed back toward the car. I got back to where the black guy was sitting and he struck up a conversation. He told me he was pretty impressed with my shorts and asked me to turn around and give him a good look. Being my usual modest self, I complied, and bent over to make sure he appreciated the holes in the back. He told me he had been waiting for a friend to show, a guy he usually had a little piss fun with (which explained the beer in the large soda bottle he had been drinking.), but apparently, his friend wasn't coming. He asked if I wanted to have a little fun. Since I was on my way back to the car to go home and have a solo jerk, I figured, why not?

Turns out, besides piss, he was really into nipple play. He started pinching, pulling and twisting my nipples through my shirt, but what he really wanted was for me to work on his. Actually, nipples aren't my number one interest, but I'm pretty good at them. I've got a space between my front teeth, so when I bite down a nipple gets caught in the space, and I can bite and suck as much as I want, pinching the nipple and sucking the area around. I went back and forth between his nipples trying to drive him crazy, to give him what he wanted. While I was working his nipples, he reached down and unfastened my shorts and his, letting them both drop to the ground. I kept alternating between his nipples while he ground his hips into mine.

As I was biting on his left nipple, without any warning, I felt a hot, wet stream against my abdomen. He pulled back just a bit, grabbed his beer can thick dick, and started spraying my chest and abdomen through my tee shirt. I was in a bit of shock, never having done that before, but he obviously had a full bladder and took charge, He pissed all over my cock and balls, then grabbed my shoulder with one hand, turned me around and sprayed all over my back. He bent me over, pushing me down with that hand and continued pissing on my ass. He pushed his thick black dick into the crack between my cheeks, rubbing it up and down, and kept the flow going, his hot piss running down my crack, over my hot hole. As soon as he was finished pissing, he started pumping on his dick. He reached around with the other hand, and started pulling on my wet dick. He came almost immediately, all over my lower back and my ass, his cum mixing with the hot piss running off me. With the feel of his hot cum on me, I began to shoot, four, five, six powerful spurts as well.

When it was all over, he tucked his thick black rod back into his shorts. I pulled my flimsy, wet, ripped shorts up and snapped them. He smiled, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "I've gotta go, time to take my wife out for Mother's Day dinner. Guess you've got to do the same." And he walked out toward the road.

I looked down, saw my shirt soaked with his piss and my shorts pretty much soaked too. I took off the shirt and threw it in the bushes and walked out toward the road in just my little ripped soaked shorts, with cum all over my back and my chest and legs wet with piss. On the way down the trail, I passed a couple of guys who noticed what a mess I was. I got out to the roadway and got to my car. I unlocked the car and stood by the door, pretending not to exist as two cars drove by. Then, out in the open, with no one around, or so I hoped, I took off the little shorts, used them to wipe all of the liquids from my body, and tossed them into the bushes by the road. I grabbed the other shorts from the back seat, put them on, got in the car and drove off. I'd never had such an exposing, kinky, public or hot experience. Thank God it was a quiet day. Thank God for Mother's Day. I do miss those shorts, though.

Other stories I have written of my experiences at the reservation are posted under Tales of the Reservation in Encounters and Man in Black in Authoritarian.