I closed the car door behind me, took a deep breath, and whispered, "What am I doing?"
My mind had been racing all week, and I found it possible to focus on work.
All I could think about was that cock from last weekend. Part of me felt weird. I was now someone who had made another man cum, and that was a big deal. But I mostly thought about how hard the dick was, and the thrill of doing something so taboo.
After a long time, years really, of thinking about it, I had finally connected with someone through Craigslist. A few beers helped with the courage, but I found someone right down the street who was looking for a very discreet guy for a hand job.
I responded that I wasn't looking to get off myself, I just wanted to give. I also laid out all the rules which I needed to be comfortable- no talking beyond a "hi", no eye contact, no touching other than his dick, and nothing but a hand job.
He agreed, and I walked into his unlocked door.
I found him, as planned, sitting on his couch with his basketball shorts pulled down, and his cock out. He must have already started because he was hard as a rock and some pre-cum glistened on his tip. I nearly backed out of the door at the sight, but years of curiosity drove me forward.
I sat down next to him, and without thinking any further, reached out and gripped his shift. He leaned back, and closed his eyes. I pulled up and down for maybe a minute, and he started to move his hips around and breathe faster.
He moaned, then I could feel his cock grow even more.
"Uggh," he grunted as his cock pulsed.
A thick stream of cum shot straight up, then landed on my hand. I kept going, and four more shots came out and flowed down my hand and wrist. I panicked, jumped up, and ran out the door.
Looking back on it now, I had to laugh. What was I expecting? How many times had I beaten off? Of course there would be cum. I was only curious about cock, and didn't think about what I would do when he shot his load. I guess I assumed he would tell me, or take over. I hadn't prepared to have someone else's seed on me.
I jumped down his stairs and marched down the road back to my place. My head was spinning, but halfway there I realized I still had the cum all over me. I stopped and looked around, and saw a bush. I grabbed some leaves and furiously wiped.
"Yuck! Never again!" I said.
I washed my hands when I got home, then went to bed. I jerked off once. Then again. Then another time. My cock stayed hard as I thought of what I had done. I was repulsed, but intrigued.
That was pretty much my week, and now here I was.
After days of thinking about, I wanted to try again. I couldn't get in touch with the same guy, so I got back on Craigslist.
I didn't find anything that fit, most guys were looking to get fucked, or suck cock. That wasn't me. I'm not like them, I told myself.
There was one post about the rail trail hiking park near me. It said a lot of guys meet there and head off into the woods. I thought about, and said what the hell.
I started down the trail, and realized I had no idea what to do. I figured the guys wouldn't hang out near the busy entrance, so I went down a smaller side trail that seemed empty. I passed a few people, and wondered if they were there for the same reason as me.
They mostly smiled and kept going, so I assumed not.
"How would I know?" I asked myself. I continued to a remote part, and hadn't seen anyone for quite a while.
"I like this trail. It's quieter than the others," a voice said behind me.
My chest tightened, and I struggled to say, "It's nice."
He laughed. "Nervous?" he asked.
Still not sure if this guy was just conversational or not, I said, "No reason to be." I was starting to feel uncomfortable/
"Are you going to turn around?" he asked.
I looked down and saw my shorts stretched out due to my throbbing erection. "Ugh no, I'm fine. I was just leaving."
He stepped closer, and was right behind me. "Straight guys are so funny. You come here for a reason, then you lose the nerve," he said.
"Yeah, I guess."
"So tell me, if you were staying, what would you be into?" he asked.
"Ugh, I don't know. I did give a hand job once, kind of wanted to again."
"Really? How boring. You came all the way out here to give a hand job? A nice ass like that, and you think a guy wants you to do something he can do himself."
I took a step forward, and said, "I think I should go, we aren't looking for the same thing."
I heard clicks, which I would later become familiar with as the sound of a lube bottle opening and closing. "I guess I have to train another one."
"Huh?" I asked, and started to turn.
Before I could, he shoved his hand down the back of my shorts and stuck the tip of his finger up my ass.
"What the fuck!" I yelled. I jumped up and tried to pull away, but he wrapped his other arm around my and held me there.
"Just enjoy it," he said.
"Ugh, no way!" I winced as he pushed through my sphincter. He had lubed his finger, but the friction burned and I wasn't prepared for the feeling of something in my hole.
I struggled a little more, but he held me in place. He pushed his finger in to the second knuckle, and starting wiggling it.
My eyes bulged and my knees buckled. What the hell was he doing? I struggled to breath. I had never felt anything like this. I was still in shock at what was happening, but it was amazing.
My cock grew even harder and felt like it was going to tear its own skin. I stopped struggling as waves of pleasure flushed through me. He had found my prostate, and tickled it until I could barely hold myself up.
If I had any sense of my surroundings, I would have realized I was in a public park, in the middle of the day, and out on the open with a man finger fucking me.
I felt I had to resist, so I said, "please stop, I'm not into this," between moans.
"Oh please. I saw it on your face the moment you drove in. You pretend you are only experimenting, but you want to be a dirty fuck."
"No," I whimpered as I again started to slump before he pulled me back up.
He kept rubbing the right spot, and my sack tightened. I could feel a load of cum stirring, wanting to come roaring out. My cock twitched over and over again, and I nearly passed out.
I can't be cumming, I thought. He hasn't even touched my...
Everything went black and my balls pulsed over and over as a huge load of warm cum shot out of my dick. It covered the inside of my shorts, and pressed against my stomach and flowed down my legs.
Shots of pain came from my hold as my sphincter contracted with each cum shot, squeezing his finger tight.
My knees gave out, and he lowered me to the ground. I was in the middle of the trail, on my knees and elbows with my ass up in the air with cum all over my front and a sore, lubed butt hold.
"Nice one," I heard another voice say.
"Yeah, look at the cum flowing down his legs," another voice said.
Who the hell was that? I thought. But I had no energy to look.
"He'll do just fine," I heard the first guy say. "He said he was coming here to give a hand job."
They all laughed, and one of the new guys said, "Well it looks like he wants more than that now."
The first guy slapped my ass, then hooked his fingers in my waist band.
I kept my head down, it was still spinning from the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
