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A Walk in the Park by ds elliot
So... I'm a 51 year old gay man. My goal was to retire at 50, and I was lucky enough to attain that goal. I'm not rich by any means, but I did escape the madness of the daily grind. I occupy myself now with some less stressful work, volunteer work with young people, and my daily walks through the park and college campus that are about six blocks from my home. I started my daily walks because I needed the exercise - something that was low impact and enjoyable. The park was peaceful while the campus was always bustling with activity. My favorite resting place during my walks was a practice field in the park used by the college men's Lacrosse team. I couldn't begin the explain the game. It was simply organized chaos, but it was always more than pleasant to watch the young men running around the field. I didn't know any of the players by name, but because they'd seen me around the practice field many times most of the guys would acknowledge me with a friendly greeting if they happened to be close by. On this particular Tuesday the sun was out and the weather couldn't have been better for a late winter day. I had watched most of the practice then continued on my walk as the guys headed towards the gym to shower and change. On my way back across campus I happened to see one of the team members walking with his equipment towards his dorm room. I smiled and greeted him with a friendly, "Hey how's it goin'?" He said with a smirk going for shock value alone, "I be better if I was getting a blow job." "Well today is your lucky day! I'm here to grant your wish." "You're sick!" "Actually I'm feeling great." "I mean you are sick as in a pervert." "Thank you for the compliment, but you really don't need to flatter me. I already told you I would grant your wish for a blow job." "So what? Are you gonna suck my dick right here?" "Well I could, but I really think it would be better to go some place a bit more private so you can relax and enjoy the experience." "You really are a pervert!" he said shaking his head in amazement. "Thank you again, but you really don't need to keep flattering me. I'm here to grant your wish. I'm your magical genie without the bottle - here to grant your wish." "Kinda like my fairy godmother?" he smirked again. "Well I think it more like fairy godfather, but you've got the idea. So are you ready for me to grant your wish?" "When I said I wanted a blow job, I was thinking of a girl going down on me." "You didn't mention that in your initial statement. Had you been more specific I wouldn't have agreed to grant your wish, but I really don't think you will be able to tell the difference between a male or female blow job." "I could tell the difference." "Really? What is the difference between the male and female mouth and throat? I've always thought that a male would do a better job because he'd know what he liked when getting his dick sucked." "That is just sick." "Actually it is really quite pleasant, and I'm ready for you to make the comparison. You can compare what I do with other blow jobs you have had in the past. It will be a bit of a scientific study. How many blow jobs have you had in the past?" "I haven't actually had one, but it sounds like a good way to spend some time." "Well I'm pleased that I can be your first! I live a few blocks from here so we can walk there where it is more private and much more comfortable than the damp grass here on campus." "What do I have to do?" he asked with a bit of nervousness in his voice. "As I see it you have three options. You can stand there, sit back, or lay back and enjoy the experience. It really doesn't matter to me how you would prefer to be." "And I don't have to do anything to you?" "No you don't - unless you want to of course. This is all about granting your wish and nothing more." "So I go with you to your place. You suck my dick. I don't have to do anything to you?" "That is correct. All you have to do is enjoy the experience." "I'm not gay!" "I didn't expect that you were. I actually thought you were just a guy in desperate need of a blow job. That is the need I'm here to satisfy." "Where do you live?" "You just follow me. It is only a few blocks. We will be there before you know it." He walked with me to my place. He was extremely nervous, but I tried to make small talk on the way. We got to my house and walked to the back door. He left all of his Lacrosse gear and gym bag on the deck as we entered the house. He followed me to the bedroom where I offered him something to drink. He asked for water. I suspect that the tension he was feeling and the internal struggle going on in his mind had dried his throat. He gulped the water quickly and looked at me to see what was next. "Why don't you take off your clothes and get comfortable. I would recommend getting comfortable on the bed, but if you would prefer to sit or stand that is okay too." He wasn't wearing much. He had on long baggy shorts and a t-shirt with sandles. He took off his shirt and kicked off the sandles as I stood across the room. He dropped his shorts and was just standing there in his boxer briefs. His face was a bit flushed, and I could see the nervousness in his expression as he tried to find the courage to remove the last items of clothing. I could tell that he was moderately aroused, but not completely hard. In a quick move he pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. As he stood up I could see that his dick was hardening. "Come lay down on the bed." He walked the few feet to the bed and sat on the edge. With a huge sigh he swung his legs up and adjusted himself as he got comfortable. "Just relax and enjoy the sensations." "I don't know if I can. I feel really weird being here." "It will be over before you know it. Just try to relax and enjoy your first blow job. I really think you will like it, and who knows you might just come back for more of them." "This is a one time deal. I won't be back." "Well that is your choice, but I don't think you should rule it out completely. I know how you must feel right now, but I know you will find the blow job quite pleasant - certainly better than jacking it yourself." As I was talking with him I was running my finders from his shin to his thigh. I hadn't yet touched his dick, but it was twitching with anticipation. I worked my fingers to the inside of his thighs. As I did he opened his legs more to give me access. As I touched his balls the first time his whole body tensed as he sucked in air. I ran my fingers over his balls and watched them squim in the loose sack. I moved my fingers up the side of his balls to his bush and twirled my fingers in the hair. He exhaled sharply and seemed to lose some of the tension in his body. I ran my finger up and down the sides of his dick watching it twitch eradically as he waited for what came next. I moved to kneel between his legs. He spread them open more to allow me access. I looked at his face. His eyes were still tightly closed. I licked his dick from base to tip and back down again. As I did he inhaled sharply and a whimpering sigh escaped his lips. I licked up to the tip again and swirled my tongue around the head. He arched his back as if trying to get his dick inside my mouth. I gradually eased more of his dick into my mouth. With my lips lightly closed around his dick I slid down to encompass all but the last two inches. I slowly pulled back up to the head running my tongue around the crown and flicking at that most sensative area just below the crown. He signed again and his entire body seemed to relax into the bed. I continued the up and down motion for several minutes increasing the suction on his dick while constantly flicking my tongue on the sensative underside before coming off his dick and moving to his balls. I sucked first one and then the other into my mouth as I swirled my tongue over each. I ran my fingers up and down his inner thighs as I attended to his balls. As I did this he opened his legs even more. I was ready for more of his dick so I moved up and put it back in my mouth. Sliding it in and out of my mouth I began to take more of it as I tried to get it all. His dick wasn't huge. It was around six inches and a bit on the thick side. As the head reached the back of my mouth I swallowed the head and it slipped into my throat. I held it there with my nose buried his his bush enjoying the fullness in my mouth and throat as well as the fresh-washed smell of an active young man. I slid back to the tip of his dick and slid down again. I began to increase the pace. As I did I noticed that he was moving his hips in the same rythm as he tried to fuck my mouth. He was moaning a little and started gasping for air. I felt his muscles tense as his body announced his pending orgasm. I continued to ride his dick with my mouth as it swelled to an even thicker size. He announced his orgasm with a simple declaration, "Oh fuck... " followed by a deep moan and a huge explosion in my mouth. He squirted four strong blasts of his cum into my mouth followed by two weaker spurts. I got it all! As his orgams subsided he sunk deeper into the bed still gasping for air as his muscles relaxed. I stayed on his dick to clean up the remains from his first blow job. He stayed hard in my mouth and could probably have gone again, but I didn't want to press my luck. I slowly moved off his dick and looked up at his face. He had one arm over his eyes and a smile on his face. I got off the bed and whispered for his to enjoy the afterglow. I went to the bathroom to clean up a little. While in the bathroom I heard him in the bedroom. I figured he was getting dressed to get out of there as quickly as possible. When I walked out of the bathroom he was dressed and ready to go. "How was the blow job?" "It was good." I considered that remark high praise at the very least. I was expecting just an 'okay' or perhaps something even less complimentary. "I'm glad that I was able to grant your wish. When you wish another one you now know where I live so feel free to come back again for another blow job whenever you are in need." "This was a one time thing. I can't believe that I did it this time." "But doesn't it feel good. Well if you change your mind just let me know. You are obviously ready to leave. Can I get you anything before you leave?" "A soda would be good." I gave his his choice from the fridge. As he walked out the back door and loaded his Lacrosse equipment and gym bag he looked at me and extended his hand to shake. "Thanks for the soda - and the blow job." His smirk turned into a warm and friendly smile on his face as we shook hands. "My name is Paul by the way. I guess it is good to know first names at least. Here is a card with my address and phone number if you ever want to call." "I'm Kyle. I will probably see you around practice, but I won't be coming back for more. Sorry to disappoint you." "Take care Kyle and thanks!" With that he walked down the steps and was gone. It was nearly a week before I heard from Kyle again. I had seen him at practice, but he seemed to go out of his way to ignore me. I don't blame him for that - typical straight guy behavior when he is having difficulty justifying something he has done. When Kyle did finally talk to me he asked what I was doing around 4:00 pm. I told him I would be at home with nothing planned. He said he was thinking of stopping by. I let him know that he was most welcome... His wish was my command.