WELCOME, BROTHER! By John Candu
"Swallowing cum is healthy -- it's like swallowing a liquid vitamin," says Cory, the male nurse who hangs out at the park. "Guys who don't swallow cum talk about how nasty it is. Hell, it's been proven that cum is nothing more than pure, sterile protein and nutrients. It's probably the cleanest thing some of these guys ever put in their mouth."
Cory is holding forth as we lean against our cars watching the small parade of horny guys cruising the park. We're waiting for someone to drive up for some action, but this afternoon is slow.
There are four of us: Rodney, a big black guy in his late 30s with no front teeth (upper or lower), reputedly the blowjob champ of the park. And Jim, a retired guy going to pot, who says he comes here because his wife won't blow him. And me -- I'm Alex; I'm new to "the life" and trying to find the right guy for my breaking in. I'm 30 and divorced and the last time I sucked a cock AIDS was something poor people signed up for. So I'm nervous. It's taken me a week to get up the nerve to hang out with these three guys.
And there's Cory, 40, the "dean" of public sex -- he's been hanging at the park for years. His day here begins each morning at 7 after his shift at the hospital, and he comes back again around 6 p.m. before going back to work. Cory's here 7 days a week except in bad weather. He says he's had up to nine guys in a day but that his average is something like two. He can't remember a day when he didn't get any.
"It's not good for you to hold your cum back. They've proven that you need to get off once a day at least!" he says. He's lean and tall, maybe 6-feet. His mannerisms are a tad effeminate but he can pass. He says he's a top and likes to suck.
I comment about the lack of cruisers. "How long do you usually wait for action?"
"It depends. Things'll pick up," Cory says.
Jim and Rodney are quiet types, listening to Cory and laughing at his jokes. Cory is definitely the leader of our merry band.
Cory starts warming up to his topic again. "And then people talk about the chance of getting AIDS from swallowing cum. Ha! I've sucked more dicks than anybody here and I haven't caught it. I get an HIV test at work every six months and I know I'm not sick. I don't get AIDS simply because I know what to look for: how to spot a sick guy a mile off, and because I limit myself to just sucking cock until I get to know a guy better."
As he says this, Cory looks at me and his eyes meet mine then drift to my bulge.
A blue Toyota drives by and Rodney laughes. "The kid in that car's got the littlest dick I've ever seen. I took a walk in the woods with him last week and when he pulled it out I said 'No-no; that little thang won't do at all. I gotta have some real meat!'"
We all break up laughing.
Cory says, "Now-now, guys, you've got to put that in perspective. It's kinda like the guy who rented a male prostitute. They take off their clothes and get ready for sex, and the prostitute looks at the customer's little peter and says, 'Who you think you gonna satisfy with THAT little thang?' The customer says, 'ME!'
More laughter, and Cory and Rodney light cigarettes. A white Neon pulls into the lot. Jim says, "I figured he'd be back. He's the horniest guy I've seen in awhile. The other day he had four of us at one time: he was sucking my dick, somebody else was fucking him, and he had a fist around cocks on either side."
Jim says, "He's got a nice dick, though. Only about five inches long, but fat and with a good-sized head."
Cory says, "Eyyuuuu!! I wouldn't go near THAT trash. He's not SELECTIVE at all."
Rodney chimes in, "I dunno. He's still fresh meat."
The white neon backs ass-end into a slot and gets out. He's a chubby guy in his mid-twenties wearing loose-fitting boxers without underwear apparently. He's tenting big-time.
The five of us chew the fat and Cory brings the conversation around to sex.
"Did you get any today?" inquires Corey.
"Nah! Been here nearly an hour and nothing."
Jim says, "From the look of your short britches, you need some relief, boy! Let's take a walk in the woods."
The boy replies, "Sounds great to me. Anybody else want to cum with us?"
Rodney grins, says, "I can dig it."
They drift off down the trail. Cory looks at me and cocks and eyebrow with a smirk, as if we're sharing a secret. He drags on the cigarette and says, "I'm so glad to see you again. I didn't think you were coming back."
I study him for a second, noticing his erection. "Well, the day we met, I kinda panicked when the cop rolled up. I started to come back, but it was getting late."
"Like I told you, there's nothing illegal about standing in the parking lot talking. But I'm glad you didn't give up. You've been on my mind since that day. Hell, who knows, you might want to walk in the woods with me."
"Maybe so."
"Say, what do you like to do?"
"I'm a cocksucker, but I haven't done it in a long time. And I haven't swallowed cum yet, so I might be a disappointment. I also like it in the ass."
"I can break you in gently, if you want to do it with me. As far as ass-fucking, I got a real skinny dick, about an inch-and-a-half around, so it wouldn't hurt. When it's full-out hard it's maybe ten inches."
I pause a moment, then: "It's hard to believe that guys are fucking all over the woods here. Aren't they afraid of getting caught?"
"No -- there are places off the beaten trail, so to speak. I've left cum-drops all over these woods so I know where all the hideaways are. In fact, there's a nice little spot just a few yards behind us that's surrounded by pines. You'd have to know where to look to even find the trail. Hey, you got a minute? Let's take a look."
We walk the trail for maybe 20 yards before Cory pushes aside long branches from a couple of wild plum trees and is careful to avoid the brambles of a blackberry thicket. Soon we're in a clearing. Sure enough, it's shielded by the thick trees and lush foilage and has a rich carpet of pine straw.
"Nice!" I say.
"Long as we're here, you want to do anything?"
His erection is growing. "Yeah, I might want to suck you. Thing is, I don't know if I'll let you cum in my mouth. Not saying I WON'T -- just that I won't know till the time comes."
Cory loosens his belt and drops his pants. He's just as he described himself -- long and slender with a marvelous cut head. I fondle his cock and balls, saying "You're more than two handfuls."
"I haven't had any complaints."
I get down on my knees and take it into my pussy-mouth and let my tongue bathe the head and groove and shaft as my right hand jacks him. Cory lets me take as much as I can and doesn't force it, so I feel comfortable enough to experiment, letting his meat slide further and further back until I find where my gag reflex starts.
"It helps if you just kinda swallow if you feel like you're gonna gag. If you just swallow it, the feeling will go away."
I try to swallow but gag again and pull back to his head. He's now fully erect and I'm enjoying myself. My face-cunt fucks his meat faster. I'm confident he's going to go easy with me. My head is bobbing back and forth and I'm moaning with pleasure and beading up in a sweat of passion. His dick is so smooth and just the right thickness. I taste his pre-cum and step up the jacking.
"Here, let me do that for you." He begins jacking off and I grab him by each ass cheek and hold on as I mouth-fuck that stud-meat.
Cory erupts with a torrent of cum splashing into my mouth. Swallowing is not even an issue. It just flows right on down my throat. I suck harder as he peaks and begins "milking" the last few drops. I keep it in my mouth until he goes limp.
It's kinda awkward now. I don't know what to say or how to act. I get up and Cory's still standing there smiling.
"That was great -- thank you!" he says.
I notice that his dick's getting hard again. "Damn! How can you get hard again so fast?"
"I just have a high set-point for sex, I guess. I have to have it every day. If I don't have it at least twice a day, I'm hurtin'."
My hand goes to his cock. I play with it, helping it back up, and I say, "Would you go slow if you fucked me in the ass?"
"Sure! Like I say, as slender as I am, it'll feel good."
I take off my clothes, my hard 7-inches pointing straight out, and get back on my knees. Cory reaches into his pants pocket and brings out a small tube of KY. He lubes up and then runs a lubed finger in my ass. He finds the prostate gland and I feel as if I'm going to shoot. Then I feel his dick pressing against me.
The last time I got fucked, several years ago, I got torn up badly. Had to go to the emergency room. The guy was too thick and I was too uptight and too dumb to stop.
Cory, as he promised, feels good as his cock presses through the ring of sphincter muscles and massages my prostate as it eases up my chute. He keeps moving and tells me to lean back against him. He reaches around and begins jacking my dick and feeling my tits. I buck against him and am soon pounding against him, then grinding and rotating my ass as I bang up against his root and groin.
Cory increases the speed of the jacking. I'm beyond the point of no return. He starts cuming in my ass as I start shooting jism. I'm surprised that my cum spurts so far.
When Cory finishes, he slowly pulls out as he kisses me on the neck. "That was great, man!"
"Yes, it was. Thank you!"
We get our clothes on and return to the parking lot. Jim and Rodney are back and the young man is gone. As we walk toward them, Jim says, "I'll bet Alex has cum-breath."
"And cum up my ass too!" I say.
"Hell, then," says Rodney. "He's officially one of us now. Welcome, brother!"
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