It was just after midnight and he was having a hard time studying. He had a big exam coming up this week and was doing everything he could to prepare. Since he figured he couldnt get much more done, Sullivan decided he would call it a night and head to bed.
As he rose from the desk chair in his room and pull down his sweatpants, Sullivan remembered the encounter he had in the campus bathroom a couple weeks ago when a stranger sucked him off. Since that day, stroking his own dick has not compared to the feeling of the sweet lips of another student wrapped around his hard uncut cock.
The adrenaline rush of being caught while hot strings of cum shot onto the face of a willing stranger could not be replicated by playing with himself.
Sullivan could feel his dick growing in his tight white briefs as the details of those moments came flashing back - the chance encounter, shoving his big black dick down a stranger's mouth, the sound of spit hitting the ground with each suck, shooting string after string of cum all over the ground. He needed more.
He remembered stories about a nearby park known as a hookup spot. He figured he would give it a try.
He got a cab and began his plot.
His nerves had set once he was backseat in the cab.
He glanced into the car's mirror and caught the quick glance of the taxi driver - 'Andy'. Catching the driver's eye made Sullivan's heart skip a beat and made his mouth wet with nerves. He quickly looked away and stared down at his phone and sweatpants. This made him realise he was wearing the same sweats he wore during his first cruising encounter and his dick began to grow in his pants.
"You okay?" - Andy said, interrupting a thick silence that surrounded the taxi ride.
"Uh...yeah," Sullivan muttered as he now looked up into the mirror and saw Andy's big brown eyes staring back at him again.
Sullivan soon noticed things he did not see when he first quickly jumped into the taxi. Andy was wearing a button down shirt. His brunette hair was covered by a baseball cap. He had big hands that gripped the wheel firmly and his thighs seemed to want to burst out of the blue jeans he was wearing.
"I see you're headed to Grady park." Andy's words interrupted Sullivan's inspection. His hands became just as wet as his mouth and his heartbeat seemed to be louder than the sound of the tire rolling across the road.
"Yeah, I'm meeting up with a friend." Sullivan replied, an excuse he had thought through when he plotted this adventure back in his dorm.
"Cool, I meet friends there all the time too."
"Oh that's good" - Sullivan replied quickly and fell back into thinking about his plan. He was trying to remember the pathway he needed to take in the park to get to the forest area. He heard about this one particular big tree that seemingly acted as the focal point for action and what some described as the meeting point for a wild night of unbridled fucking.
"You know, by the tree" said Andy, looking up in the mirror to catch Sullivan's eyes.
Sullivan's thoughts broke by the mention of "the tree" as he soon realized his cover for a hot rendezvous was obviously blown. He looked up in the mirror to see the driver's eyes dancing between looking back at him and looking toward the dark road ahead.
"Yeah," he said with a nervous giggle, "seems to be popular around here."
"Definitely, especially if you want to have a good night," Andy replied with what seemed like a nod and a wink to Sullivan. Sullivan relaxed hearing the tongue-and-cheek nature of Andy's words.
"Oh, I definitely could use a good night. A long, hot and sloppy night."
"I have had my fair share of that," Andy replied almost immediately.
They both giggled sheepishly at the same time.
"I remember this one time, man, I was just there watching. Watching. These two really beefy guys were going at it in the open..." Andy began to tell a story he had told many times before.
Two gym rats were putting on a show for onlookers. One guy had pinned the other chest first against the bark of a tree as he shoved his hard dick into the tiny fucking hole of the other. As he fucked him, he wrapped his thick biceps around the man's neck - choking him as he gagged with delight. The guy moaned rhythmically as each stroke - in and out, in and out, in, in, in and out - stretched his tight hole. Each stroke going further than the one before.
The submissive bottom had opened his eyes at this point, staring directly into the faces of the crowd that had gathered to watch - each beating their own dick to the same rhythm of each stroke. In and out. In and out. In and out. In, in, in, in and out. The sound of moaning and cum splattering on the ruffled fall leaves echoed throughout the forest.
"I couldnt help it at this point," Andy said as he continued to tell the story. "I came all over myself. A massive thick fucking cumshot all over myself." Andy became semi-erect as he recalled the vivid details of that night.
