Second Night in the Park
I was so nervous I didn't think I could go through with it, but I followed him deeper into the trees anyway.
What are you doing, John? I asked myself. This guy could be crazy -- he could be a fag-basher -- he might beat the crap out of you -- maybe kill you! Why are you doing this? Why don't you go somewhere you can actually see men's faces?
Because you have to finally find out what it's like, I answered myself. You've been fantasizing about this for two-years - it's time to do it and get on with your life!
Besides, you were here last night and followed that man into the darkness and nothing happened to you. These guys just want to get their rocks off, not rob you or anything. They're as lonely and desperate as you are...they simply want human contact like you do.
If only that guy last night had told me to suck him I wouldn't have to be here tonight, I thought. It's his fault for being such a wuss.
Sure, his cock felt great in my hand. I loved how hot it was -- how hard it was yet smooth to the touch. And remember how excited you got masturbating him, John? How hard your own dick got -- how swollen your balls became? Jesus, you had to jerk off the moment you got back inside your car...and what an orgasm it was!
Think how great it will be to finally have a warm cock in your mouth -- to wet your lips and slide them over his glans -- to run your tongue along the velvety smoothness -- to stroke his shaft while bobbing your head back and forth -- to hear his moans -- to listen to him exclaim "Oh-Oh-Oh" as he shoots his load and you finally get to taste a man's cum! Oh yeah...
He seems like a nice guy. I didn't get a good look at him in the darkness, but I think he's normal. He sounded okay.
Sure, he wasn't very personable but I didn't detect any hostility in his voice when he asked me, "Do you suck?" I don't know how these encounters work anyway. It's certainly not about romance. And when I said "Yes" I thought I saw him nod his head with approval. I found his forceful command, "Follow me!" quite exhilarating.
One thing I have learned about myself is if I choose to pursue this lifestyle, I definitely like alpha males. I have always been kinda quiet and shy around stronger men so I guess that would make me 'a submissive.' Some of my best climaxes are when I fantasize myself as 'a bottomboy' surrendering to, and obeying manly men.
I could barely see him in front of me. When he stopped walking I think we were behind a huge oak tree.
"Get on your knees and take out my cock!" he said in a brusque tone of voice.
Ohhh-yesssss...my prick stiffened - my balls began to ache. I dropped to my knees and felt for his belt. He wasn't wearing one so I worked the button-fly as well as I could. When I had his jeans open, he helped me by pushing them downward along with his underwear.
Oh my God, his hard-on slapped my face! When I wrapped my hand around the base of his prick I experienced a brief disappointment; I wet my lips and slid them over his cockhead and my heart sank...damn, I thought, he's no bigger or thicker than me!
I drew in as much of his cock as I could and found my lips against his pubic hair. I had it all inside my mouth. Just my luck: the first time I get to go down on a guy he has a needle-dick like mine.
The excitement suddenly returned. His cock was hot and rubbery-smooth. I licked at the glans and pleasantly discovered I liked the taste of his pre-cum. My balls became even more swollen.
He hissed down at me, "Suck my cock, faggot, suck it good!"
He sounded almost angry -- should I be afraid?
Instead, a thick fog enveloped my brain. I became dizzy. I couldn't think straight. Pre-cum soaked thru my briefs. I swore I could hear my heart pounding. I sucked him harder and faster, ever mindful not to scrape his smooth cockflesh with my teeth.
I'd read dozens of gay stories about sucking cock and remembered the do's and don't's of giving a real man pleasure. I made sure my tongue never left his salty flesh. I continually lapped at the warm fluids oozing from his slit. I began to gently massage his heavy balls.
Suddenly, his hands were on my head. He gripped my ears hard and held me in place. He began shoving his cock in-and-out of my greedily sucking mouth - his swollen balls rhythmically slapped my chin. His grunts and groans became louder and more frequent.
His body momentarily froze. "Swallow it all or I'll beat the shit outta you, fagboy!"
And then he climaxed. He buried his cock inside my mouth and his first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. It all happened so fast I almost choked on his sperm and semen.
He pulled my head to his crotch and exploded two-three-four more times deep inside my mouth. If I hadn't panicked and swallowed as fast as I could, I would have drowned in his manly juices.
Only when his prick was limp did he pull it out my mouth. I remained on my knees while I heard him fix his clothes in place.
Suddenly, he blurted out, "All you fagboys disgust me!" and he shoved me backwards and kicked my belly.
I curled into the fetal position and covered my head with my arms waiting for more kicks.
Instead, in a threatening voice he warned me, "Wait here five-minutes before you get up, you little faggot!"
I heard the leaves under his feet as he walked away. I laid there frightened and confused.
Why would he act like that? He got what he wanted -- why did he get so mad afterwards? I thought I was pretty good for my first time! Heck, I even swallowed just about everything he gave me -- what made him so angry?
I waited longer than five-minutes before I stood and tried to figure out how to get back to the walking path. I looked around and could barely see brightness in the distance. I slowly made my way through the trees and bushes.
I told myself: You're not coming here anymore...you know, the gay bar is thirty-miles away - you won't know anyone there...and my flaccid prick began to stiffen inside my briefs at the thought of going to the bar tomorrow night.
Me and Tommy
"I have no idea why you would work those god-awful hours at such a shitty job!" he said for what seemed like the umpteenth time. "How many times have you been robbed so far? Three? Four?"
I sighed and said, "Only twice."
He continued: "Johnny, one of these nights you're not going to be so lucky -- one of those meth-heads will kill you!"
"I have to pay the rent - what am I supposed to do? I have no skills for anything better, and I'm not handsome like you -- who would want me for a model?" I asked him.
"Are you kidding me?? You're young and cute -- that's what Eddie looks for in his boys -- he even asks about you -- he says you're very photogenic and he could give you a lot of work!"
"Tommy, no offense, but I can't do what you do...I can't pose naked -- what if someone I know sees the photos, or worse, what if my parents see them?"
"Don't be silly...I told you, Eddie sells the photos to rich men in Saudi Arabia -- no one else will ever see them -- and you won't be naked to start with -- I told him what kind of undies you wear and he loves it - you'll be posing in your string bikini briefs!"
"I should have never done laundry with you..." I muttered.
"Whatever, dude, but c'mon, you owe it to yourself...don't you want a better life?"
"I'd be too self-conscious -- I wouldn't even be able to smile..."
"Johnny, I told you -- before each shoot I either smoke a joint or eat an edible -- I smile and laugh so much I don't even notice the camera. Besides, I'll be right there with you -- I'll help you get through it."
"I thought you told me you're not gay," I said forcing a small chuckle.
"Oh gay-schmay -- who cares - it's easy work for good money -- you know what? I'm tired of trying to talk you into this -- I'll never bring it up again...if you want to keep living your shitty little life, go right ahead!"
***
I was still buzzed on the way home from the photo shoot and had to concentrate hard on my driving.
My mind was racing. Did I go too far? I can't believe I ended up totally naked on that bed. Not only that, but I actually masturbated in front of the camera! I couldn't help it -- I was horny as hell, and in the blinding lights I couldn't see either Tommy or Eddie the Photographer and I was so high I actually believed I was alone!
Of course, the extra hundred dollars Eddie paid me helped assuage my guilt and embarrassment.
Eddie couldn't have been any nicer to me. Before we started he explained everything I needed to know about posing for a camera: I'd be fully clothed (except for shoes and socks) and at his direction I would slowly unbutton my dress shirt and open it to expose my chest. I heard the whirring of the camera as I struck various poses before he had me remove the shirt altogether.
He then instructed me to open the belt on my slacks and lower the zipper. Again, with Tommy's help, I struck more poses before he told me to push the slacks to the floor and step out of them leaving me wearing just my yellow, string bikini briefs...but then there was a problem.
"No-no-no..." Eddie said. "You have a jungle coming out of your undies -- that is unacceptable!"
I wasn't quite high at that point and looked down to where he was pointing to see what I always see -- a wild tangle of pubic hair poking up out of my briefs.
I heard Tommy say, "Don't worry, I'll take care of that for him!" and before I knew it, he was standing in front of me with a pair of scissors.
"Johnny, lower the briefs so I can trim your bush!" said Tommy.
I felt myself blush. "Well, uh, I uh---"
Tommy sharply said, "Johnny, quit acting like a little kid -- this is a professional photo shoot -- always do what the photographer tells you to do -- now slide your briefs down so I can 'mow the lawn'!"
I think that's when the edibles kicked-in. I began to laugh and laugh and laugh...
I shrugged my shoulders and shoved my briefs down to my thighs. It was the first time since high school gym class I exposed myself to other guys.
Tommy was very business-like. He carefully snipped away at my pubes. I suddenly became concerned he would use the scissors on the hair on my scrotum.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he said, "Okay, that should do it -- raise your briefs!" leaving the hair on my balls intact.
He left me alone and Eddie began to instruct me on the poses he wanted to see. He was very professional.
"Smile, Johnny, yes, that's good...raise your hands above your head - good boy...place your hands on your hips -- good boy..."
I became totally relaxed. I began to have fun. I couldn't believe I was going to get paid for just smiling and striking various, silly poses.
"Now face me -- good boy...open your legs so I can shoot that cute little lump in your boy-panties..."
