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The Skate Park—Mr. Wilson
10:00 AM. 98 fuckin degrees. Gonna be a hot one. My pits were already soaked. Sweat dripping down my ribcage. Even my head was sweating. I took off my cap and walked over to the jeep, fishing out a tube of jell. Over to the bath house to spike up the mohawk. Mom didn't like the mohawk, or the ink. She didn't say much though, being as how I paid all the bills. Been that way since I was 17—the divorce was ugly, and dad seemed to no longer give a fuck about any of us.
It was quite at the park that morning, so I hopped down to the truck stop to load up on gas and gatoraid. I kept a cooler stocked most days in the back of the jeep---all the boys at the park knew it was there, and was free for anyone that needed some.
I pull up at the truck stop and hop out at the pumps. “topless and topless” a friend put it. No top on the jeep, and no top on me :) I hated seeing people driving around in jeeps with hard shell tops on them—running the AC and running those skinny car ties on them. I called them “pussy jeeps” Aint what they were made for. I stick the debit card in the pump, and started filling. Leaning back with my butt against the side, I eyeball this older dude on the other side of the pump. Stocky, not really attractive. It seems like he was checking me out—so I give him just a hint of a show. I take my left arm and reach down the front of my b-ball shorts, giving just a bit of scratch through my pubs. They were pretty soaked too. In fact my whole shorts were soaked about 3” down from the waist. I left them “saggin” just a couple of inches—allowing an inch or so of pubes to rise up above the waistline. Just above a thick line of hair to the belly button, and then that awesome 8-pac that most would kill for. Most of it was natural, but I did work out some the keep it tite.
Back at the park a few boys had showed up now. I hop back on the pic-nic table with gatoraide in hand, and do a quick hit on a joint. Just watchin my “kingdom” I see the old dude from the truck stop pull up in the parking lot. I grin to myself---fuckin troll. He gets out and walks over, and sits at the table next to me. Didn't say anything—just pretending to watch the skaters I figure. I call out to “mikey” “yo dawg—where's you gear”? Mikey responds with somebody stole it. I yell back at him no excuse—go over to the jeep and fish out some pads. Mikey calls back with a thanks Matt, and proceeds to the jeep. He fishes out a gatoraide as well, asking if he can have one. I yell back of corse, and take some for the other ki d s as well.
I stretch out on the table, with my elbows behind me, crossing my legs. Old dude next to me finally speaks--”damm you got some feet” I kinda chuckle a bit “ ya, 13's”. Dude responds with “shit, and so young” Dumbass—I got your preditor ass pegged already. “Ya, I got lots of thing big” I figured while he was checkin out my big ass feet, then he hadn't missed that baseball sized bulge in the front of my b-ball shorts either. I take my right hand and do a slight flick of my thumb under my balls, just nudging them a bit. Dude says “I see”. I look over at him, and give that shit eatin grin I do so well, and just say “You wanna see it”? Old dude responds with “Oh I didn't mean anything—just a compliment is all” I says “Ya I hear ya, but old fucks dont typically follow young dudes from the truck stop to the skate park and compliment them on their feet either” “So—it's like this. Im gonna walk over there to the bath house cause I gotta take a piss. If you wanna check it out, then you can follow me. If not, then I suggest you leave ur fag ass out of the park, cause you stickin out like a sore thumb”
With that I head for the bath house. I walk in and do a quick hit on the joint again. Figure I would get boned up for this one. Dude was an amature—nicely dressed, and driving a BMW. I decided Im gonna break this fucker. He walks in, just as Im putting the joint out. I give him a glance, and walk over to the urinal and yank out my dick. Letting it hang freely (I never held it) I cut loose a strong horse piss. Old fuck walks up beside me and starts checking me out. He comments “damm that's a lot of piss” I just say to him “ya, big dick, big piss” Old dude then says “You kinda got it all huh? Big feet, big dick, big piss. I bet you shoot big too huh “? I says “Oh ya, like a fuckin donkey” By now I was through pissing, and just standing there rubbing on my cockhead with my thumb and middle finger. Making some “fuck-juice” ooz out of my piss slit, I could see the dude was already about to come unglued. My dick quickly became engorged with blood, and started swelling up, with the veins now poppin up pretty heavy. I hadn't jacked off that morning, so I knew this would be a “quicky”
So Im standing facing old dude now, with a rock hard 10” of fuck meat staring him down. He finally gets brave, and asks if he can suck it. “Sure dawg, you can suck it—but I gotta warn you about a couple of things”. Looking even more nervous now, but desperately wanting that big young cock in his mouth he says “ya, warn me what”? I tells him “Well, when a dude starts sucking on my big ass cock, I kinda get rough sometimes. I likes to push it all the way down his throat. Usually I'll grab the back of his head, and skull fuck him like a jackhammer”. “ It's kinda up to you if you think ur man enough to handle it. And when I blow this 3 day load, ur not gonna be able to hold it all in ur mouth either” So old dude murmers something under his breath, and reaches out and gently cups my hairy low hangin balls. He tickles them a bit, and then starts to bend down, headed for my dick. I take a quick step backwards, and snap my jock strap and shorts back up. Dick is now standing str8 up at my waistband, with the head just peeking out the top.
“But first—we gotta take a quick trip to the skate shop” Old dude replies with “Skate shop”? With a look of confuison on his face. I just say “Ya dude, you didnt think U was gonna get this big teen-age cock in ur mouth for free did ya”? “Well, I didnt think about that, but I dint think I would have to give you money for it” I give him a glare and tell him “and I dont usually think about calling the cops to tell them some old dude is out here trying to get some young dick either” Dude just says “I see your point” Im sure he figured that a few bucks is better than going to jail, and since he had now actually touched me, that he was trapped. I was perfectly legal actually, but still looked like I was 16. So we hop in his car and slide over to the skate shop, just a couple of blocks away.
We go in and I wave at the dudes working at the shop. I walk around picking up some gear, some board wax, and a tank top. I glance at some helments, and thought what the fuck. I hollar over to old man and says “hey daddy, can I get a new helment too “? The boys in the shop chuckle some, they knew me well, and knew what was up. Old dude looks petrified, but just says “ya son—whatever you want” We get up to the counter, and Jimbo rings us up. “that's $235 Matt”. Old dude is literally shaking now, pulling out his wallet. I kinda felt sorry for him—not being prepared for his adventure-so I says to Jimbo “ahh come on dawgs—what's with the retail shit “? Jimbo complies with “Ah OK Matt, how about $195”? I tell me ya thats kewl. Jimbo then says to me “you know Mathew, it's kinda fucked up giving a discount to the dude that's fucking my sister” I just say “Ya, maybe you should check it out for yourself sometime, and see why she can't stay away”. Giving him a grin, we depart the skateshop.
I shoot Jimbo a quick text, and he responds with “Mr. Wilson”
Finally back at the park, we head for the bath house. I walk into one of the stalls, turn around and pull my shorts and jock down to my hairy thighs. I give a look at old dude, and just say “aight dawg—get to work” He goes down to his kness, and engulfs my still hard dick into his mouth. He sucks up and down my shaft, running his tongue over my piss slit. Already horny, and buzzed from the joint, I know this won't take long. I grab the back of his head, as promised, and start pushing my dick down his throat. He's already choking up on it, like most do. He grabs the back of my ass, with his fingers brushing my crack hair. His eyes open a bit, prolly fasinated at how hairy I am. Couple of more thrusts now, and then BAMM. Shot 7 spurts right down his throat. He made three hard gulps trying to swallow it all. Some starts to leak out his mouth, dripping down his chin. I pull out, and wipe the head of my dick across his face. I squeez the head, and sling the last few drops in his hair. Im such an asshole :)
He finally gets up, and we both walk out of the stall. I head for the shower head to rinse off. Old dude is in front of the mirror now, wiping my young jizz off his face. Another dude walks in to the bath house. He kinda eye balls us a bit and just smiles. “having fun Matt”?? I just say “Oh ya, you know it”
Old dude starts to walk out now, still trembling at his own encounter. I follow him back to his car and hand him a slip of paper with my number on it. I tell him that I mow yards, paint, and do some pool cleaning as well. He says thanks, and starts his car up. I wave good-bye, and hollar at him “have a great day, Mr. Wilson” He almost ran over the curb leaving the parking lot.
10:00 AM. 98 fuckin degrees. Gonna be a hot one. My pits were already soaked. Sweat dripping down my ribcage. Even my head was sweating. I took off my cap and walked over to the jeep, fishing out a tube of jell. Over to the bath house to spike up the mohawk. Mom didn't like the mohawk, or the ink. She didn't say much though, being as how I paid all the bills. Been that way since I was 17—the divorce was ugly, and dad seemed to no longer give a fuck about any of us.
It was quite at the park that morning, so I hopped down to the truck stop to load up on gas and gatoraid. I kept a cooler stocked most days in the back of the jeep---all the boys at the park knew it was there, and was free for anyone that needed some.
I pull up at the truck stop and hop out at the pumps. “topless and topless” a friend put it. No top on the jeep, and no top on me :) I hated seeing people driving around in jeeps with hard shell tops on them—running the AC and running those skinny car ties on them. I called them “pussy jeeps” Aint what they were made for. I stick the debit card in the pump, and started filling. Leaning back with my butt against the side, I eyeball this older dude on the other side of the pump. Stocky, not really attractive. It seems like he was checking me out—so I give him just a hint of a show. I take my left arm and reach down the front of my b-ball shorts, giving just a bit of scratch through my pubs. They were pretty soaked too. In fact my whole shorts were soaked about 3” down from the waist. I left them “saggin” just a couple of inches—allowing an inch or so of pubes to rise up above the waistline. Just above a thick line of hair to the belly button, and then that awesome 8-pac that most would kill for. Most of it was natural, but I did work out some the keep it tite.
Back at the park a few boys had showed up now. I hop back on the pic-nic table with gatoraide in hand, and do a quick hit on a joint. Just watchin my “kingdom” I see the old dude from the truck stop pull up in the parking lot. I grin to myself---fuckin troll. He gets out and walks over, and sits at the table next to me. Didn't say anything—just pretending to watch the skaters I figure. I call out to “mikey” “yo dawg—where's you gear”? Mikey responds with somebody stole it. I yell back at him no excuse—go over to the jeep and fish out some pads. Mikey calls back with a thanks Matt, and proceeds to the jeep. He fishes out a gatoraide as well, asking if he can have one. I yell back of corse, and take some for the other ki d s as well.
I stretch out on the table, with my elbows behind me, crossing my legs. Old dude next to me finally speaks--”damm you got some feet” I kinda chuckle a bit “ ya, 13's”. Dude responds with “shit, and so young” Dumbass—I got your preditor ass pegged already. “Ya, I got lots of thing big” I figured while he was checkin out my big ass feet, then he hadn't missed that baseball sized bulge in the front of my b-ball shorts either. I take my right hand and do a slight flick of my thumb under my balls, just nudging them a bit. Dude says “I see”. I look over at him, and give that shit eatin grin I do so well, and just say “You wanna see it”? Old dude responds with “Oh I didn't mean anything—just a compliment is all” I says “Ya I hear ya, but old fucks dont typically follow young dudes from the truck stop to the skate park and compliment them on their feet either” “So—it's like this. Im gonna walk over there to the bath house cause I gotta take a piss. If you wanna check it out, then you can follow me. If not, then I suggest you leave ur fag ass out of the park, cause you stickin out like a sore thumb”
With that I head for the bath house. I walk in and do a quick hit on the joint again. Figure I would get boned up for this one. Dude was an amature—nicely dressed, and driving a BMW. I decided Im gonna break this fucker. He walks in, just as Im putting the joint out. I give him a glance, and walk over to the urinal and yank out my dick. Letting it hang freely (I never held it) I cut loose a strong horse piss. Old fuck walks up beside me and starts checking me out. He comments “damm that's a lot of piss” I just say to him “ya, big dick, big piss” Old dude then says “You kinda got it all huh? Big feet, big dick, big piss. I bet you shoot big too huh “? I says “Oh ya, like a fuckin donkey” By now I was through pissing, and just standing there rubbing on my cockhead with my thumb and middle finger. Making some “fuck-juice” ooz out of my piss slit, I could see the dude was already about to come unglued. My dick quickly became engorged with blood, and started swelling up, with the veins now poppin up pretty heavy. I hadn't jacked off that morning, so I knew this would be a “quicky”
So Im standing facing old dude now, with a rock hard 10” of fuck meat staring him down. He finally gets brave, and asks if he can suck it. “Sure dawg, you can suck it—but I gotta warn you about a couple of things”. Looking even more nervous now, but desperately wanting that big young cock in his mouth he says “ya, warn me what”? I tells him “Well, when a dude starts sucking on my big ass cock, I kinda get rough sometimes. I likes to push it all the way down his throat. Usually I'll grab the back of his head, and skull fuck him like a jackhammer”. “ It's kinda up to you if you think ur man enough to handle it. And when I blow this 3 day load, ur not gonna be able to hold it all in ur mouth either” So old dude murmers something under his breath, and reaches out and gently cups my hairy low hangin balls. He tickles them a bit, and then starts to bend down, headed for my dick. I take a quick step backwards, and snap my jock strap and shorts back up. Dick is now standing str8 up at my waistband, with the head just peeking out the top.
“But first—we gotta take a quick trip to the skate shop” Old dude replies with “Skate shop”? With a look of confuison on his face. I just say “Ya dude, you didnt think U was gonna get this big teen-age cock in ur mouth for free did ya”? “Well, I didnt think about that, but I dint think I would have to give you money for it” I give him a glare and tell him “and I dont usually think about calling the cops to tell them some old dude is out here trying to get some young dick either” Dude just says “I see your point” Im sure he figured that a few bucks is better than going to jail, and since he had now actually touched me, that he was trapped. I was perfectly legal actually, but still looked like I was 16. So we hop in his car and slide over to the skate shop, just a couple of blocks away.
We go in and I wave at the dudes working at the shop. I walk around picking up some gear, some board wax, and a tank top. I glance at some helments, and thought what the fuck. I hollar over to old man and says “hey daddy, can I get a new helment too “? The boys in the shop chuckle some, they knew me well, and knew what was up. Old dude looks petrified, but just says “ya son—whatever you want” We get up to the counter, and Jimbo rings us up. “that's $235 Matt”. Old dude is literally shaking now, pulling out his wallet. I kinda felt sorry for him—not being prepared for his adventure-so I says to Jimbo “ahh come on dawgs—what's with the retail shit “? Jimbo complies with “Ah OK Matt, how about $195”? I tell me ya thats kewl. Jimbo then says to me “you know Mathew, it's kinda fucked up giving a discount to the dude that's fucking my sister” I just say “Ya, maybe you should check it out for yourself sometime, and see why she can't stay away”. Giving him a grin, we depart the skateshop.
I shoot Jimbo a quick text, and he responds with “Mr. Wilson”
Finally back at the park, we head for the bath house. I walk into one of the stalls, turn around and pull my shorts and jock down to my hairy thighs. I give a look at old dude, and just say “aight dawg—get to work” He goes down to his kness, and engulfs my still hard dick into his mouth. He sucks up and down my shaft, running his tongue over my piss slit. Already horny, and buzzed from the joint, I know this won't take long. I grab the back of his head, as promised, and start pushing my dick down his throat. He's already choking up on it, like most do. He grabs the back of my ass, with his fingers brushing my crack hair. His eyes open a bit, prolly fasinated at how hairy I am. Couple of more thrusts now, and then BAMM. Shot 7 spurts right down his throat. He made three hard gulps trying to swallow it all. Some starts to leak out his mouth, dripping down his chin. I pull out, and wipe the head of my dick across his face. I squeez the head, and sling the last few drops in his hair. Im such an asshole :)
He finally gets up, and we both walk out of the stall. I head for the shower head to rinse off. Old dude is in front of the mirror now, wiping my young jizz off his face. Another dude walks in to the bath house. He kinda eye balls us a bit and just smiles. “having fun Matt”?? I just say “Oh ya, you know it”
Old dude starts to walk out now, still trembling at his own encounter. I follow him back to his car and hand him a slip of paper with my number on it. I tell him that I mow yards, paint, and do some pool cleaning as well. He says thanks, and starts his car up. I wave good-bye, and hollar at him “have a great day, Mr. Wilson” He almost ran over the curb leaving the parking lot.
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