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Tonight I went to one of my favorite cruising places. It's in a small coastal town known for surfing. This is a town I get away to when life in San Francisco gets to be a little too much for me (yeah, it can happen).
This cruising place also happens to be one of the best surfing spots in the world, and one of the most brutal.
There's even a handsome bronze statue of a young surfer looking out to sea, a tribute to all the surfers who've died at this place.
The waves here can get huge, and memorials to buddies who've been killed are carved into the wooden railings that lead down to the beach.
Across the street is a park, a wild place that's never been developed. Trees everywhere that are large enough to hide whatever a guy wants to get done.
Fortunately it hasn’t been written up on any of the cruising guide webpages, so the local cops ignore it pretty much completely.
Tonight, it was cold and still wet from the drizzling rain we’d had off and on all day.
I came from the gym I go to down here, a nice place full of muscled str8 k**s. I had my sweats on, a jacket and a funky stocking cap — it was cold out, and windy.
I checked out the waves for a little while — they were stormers, big and rough with lots of whitewater, the stuff surfers call "spooge" or "come".
Then I walked across the street and onto the path that leads out into the trees. There's a huge fallen tree laying across the main path.
A section of it has been cut out so you can walk through and into the park.
This is one of the great spots, where you'll often find guys waiting to suck or get sucked.
They'll lean against the trunk while they wait or while they're being sucked, and there are places that are worn smooth from the asses of all the men who've been serviced leaning against it.
Yeah! Nature at its best.
Tonight, I could see a dark shape waiting there.
I walked slowly over, checking him out, him checking me out. I was really in need of getting some cock in my mouth, so I had my agenda here.
We chatted a bit, but not too much, just enough to settle what was what.
He was a straight guy whose girlfriend wasn't willing — or able — to suck cock. Oh man, thank god for unwilling and incompetent women.
I knelt down and he and I both worked to open his pants. His cock was small in the cold — and it was really cold out there. I took it in my mouth and immediately felt that contentedness you get at that first contact.
My tongue worked it and it started to grow, like it was coming to life. It kept swelling and growing until it was just one of those damn beautiful big veiny cocks that was exactly what me and my hungry mouth needed.
I worked it like I loved it, and I loved it a lot.
He was leaning against that tree trunk, I had one hand on either side of him, and I was using my mouth and tongue in all the ways I've learned over the years. And man oh man was he loving it.
He didn't say much, but grunted once in a while, or would say something like "oh man, you're good, you're good . . . "
I'd take it out of my mouth once in a while and ask if it was OK, ask him what he liked me to do. And he told me, which I like: "Nice and slow, man, and take it deep like you're doing."
Just a good clean man-to-man connection, as natural and perfect as anything.
I worked him up close to coming a few times, not wanting to lose this big veiny miracle too soon. But he needed to come, and I had to be altruistic, so I worked him the way I knew would take him over the edge.
He whispered "I'm coming" just as the first spray hit my throat. It was one of those sharp, powerful jets that come out first, to clear the way for the coming sperm.
Oh man, there were two or three of them, and then the main attraction: a warm fat flood of semen that just filled my hungry mouth. Tasty, sweet, straight-man come.
You all know how I was feeling at that moment. What is it? Gratitude? Ecstasy? I don't know — it just feels right. Complete. That's it. Complete.
I swallowed it all down, feeling it slide thick and sticky down my gullet. And feeling just about as lucky as a man can feel.
I held his cock in my mouth — and he let me hold it there, not all sensitive and ticklish like guys can be — as it got softer, with me sucking and tasting it.
He loved my loving his cock. Like I said: thank god for unwilling women.
Afterward, we chatted a while. I told him when I was usually there and that I'd take care of him anytime. He lit a cigarette, said "thanks, man . . . you're real good at that" and walked off, out of the park to his car.
I hung out, tasting his come in my mouth, smelling my hands for the smell of his cock, enjoying the cold night and being alone out there in the wind.
About ten minutes later, another guy walked in, obviously nervous. Wearing an expensive windbreaker, nice clean slacks. Jeez — this guy reeked of straight civil servant.
To make a long story short, I blew him. He was too nervous to really get into it, but had a nice 6-incher that was hard as a rock. And big balls that pressed tight against my chin as I sucked him.
As he got close to coming, he started talking, which was cool ! "You like that?" and I'd moan back. "Yeah, you like that?"
This was his way of getting down, getting dirty with the cocksucker who was sucking him off. Best of all, as he got close: "You gonna eat it? You gonna take it in your mouth?" Like he couldn’t believe it, like I had to be either crazy or over-the-top hungry for come.
I'd moan back, letting him know what the answer was. "You gonna eat my come, man? You gonna swallow it?" And then he shot, a nice tasty small load, really salty.
More of a good taste of come than a mouth-filler, but I wasn't complaining. It was great, and I was happier than a winner on election night.
He zipped up immediately and pretty much fled from me, the trees, the whole scene, probably home to the wife and k**s and TV.
A nice night so far — two loads, one great, one fine. Not bad for a city cocksucker out in a small town. But I was hungry, so I stayed out there. And about twenty minutes later another guy walks in.
He’s a smaller guy, looks really young and slender.
He pauses near me while I’m leaning against the trunk, nods and then walks on, deeper into the park where it gets real dark.
I follow him at a respectful distance. He’s wearing white pants, so he’s easy to see, a shape walking ahead of me maybe forty feet or so.
He goes to one of the really big trees, a cypress that’s so big it has a clearing underneath it, sheltered against the wind. When I slowly walk into this space, he’s already leaning against a huge low branch, his hands on his crotch. The wind’s blowing hard but we’re protected in here.
I walk over to him, and now I can see his face clearly in the moonlight that breaks through the branches. My god, he’s the fucking spitting image of . . . who is it, Freddy Prinze, Jr?
The k** who starred in that movie . . . "She’s All That". This is a fucking beautiful young man, and suddenly I have a lot on my hands.
Dealing with a real beauty isn’t usually something I’m interested in. All too often they get so caught up in the looks that the sex suffers.
I used to fuck a New York model, a stunning physical object, and it was the worst sex of my life.
He kept jumping out of bed to adjust the lights and the mirrors and finally I got sick of it and left him. Give me the sincere and honest energy of a man in need any time.
But here I was, under this tree in the moonlight with a beautiful young man and the whole tone of the night changed for me. I was still hungry, but in a different way.
I took control. I lifted my sweatshirt and pushed his face down and had him suck on my nipples for a good long time and man, he sucked and chewed and fuck me if he didn’t give as good as I’ve ever had.
So I pulled up his shirt and m*****ed his slender beautiful body, sucking and chewing on his nipples — they were jutting out like the kind of experienced nips I love, and his head fell back and he moaned like a true tit-man.
He opened my pants and knelt and sucked my cock into his mouth. And again, the k** knew how to give.
After he’d sucked me for a good time, me running my hands through his rough short hair, I pulled him up and knelt in front of him.
I opened his pants to find a fine dirty jockstrap, worn and smelling ripe with crotch smell. I buried my face in there and sucked him through it, tasting old come and piss.
What had happened here? Had I died and gone to heaven and hadn’t noticed? Damn!
I pulled the jock down and sucked his uncut cock until it was big and hard and pulsing in my mouth. But I could tell this wasn’t what we were going to do.
I stood up and told him I needed to fuck him. With a thick Spanish accent he said "You want to fuck me?" and immediately pulled out a rubber.
My hardon went down a little, but I went with it, letting him put the rubber on me.
He pulled out some lube and lubed me up and lubed up his small round ass.
He bent over and guided me in, I pressed firmly and felt his hole open and I slid in, smooth and easy all the way, till I was tight and docked inside him.
Oh man, I wish you could have been me at this moment. He bent over, holding onto a low branch with both his hands, and his ass was truly hungry, truly desperate for cock.
Have you ever fucked an ass that sucked on your cock?
That devoured you and tried its best to work the come out of you because it needed it so fucking bad? I gripped this guy’s hips and fucked him hard.
He moaned and bucked and I had to hold him down strong, taking control and forcing his hips to stay still so I could get just fucking exactly what my cock needed.
He turned his head around and whispered to me "Take it off if you want. Just don’t come inside me, OK? I want to stay negative."
Fine. I pulled out and pulled off the damn rubber.
He put some poppers — some great poppers, by the way — under my nose. I inhaled a few times, deep and through my mouth.
Then I slid in and fucked him the way a man is supposed to fuck another man. To put it mildly, we connected. His ass was like a wild a****l, my cock the same.
We fused into one perfect fucking organism.
I fucked him rough for another ten, fifteen minutes, and then his ass won — I said "I’m gonna come, man.
Let me come inside you!" and he said "No, I want it in my mouth." So I worked myself up, pumping his ass hard and tight until I felt it all building up and I pulled out.
He dropped down onto his knees and opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue, this beautiful hungry k**.
I watched my jizz spew out, a huge load, and I felt so fucking great watching spurt after spurt of my white stuff covering his tongue, shooting down his throat.
He wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked the rest out, then he stood up and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
We held each other and kissed deep, both of us breathing like crazy, tasting my come, his ass, our breath deep and so close and intimate, like our lives depended on it.
And only a few minutes later we were walking out of the park together. I’d asked him if he wanted to come — I wanted his sperm in my mouth, along with mine.
He used the excuse that he’d already come, his favorite kind of coming, with his ass and his mouth, not his cock.
A perfect bottom-boy. We talked a little as we walked out. He’s from Barcelona — he pronounced it Barthelona, with a Castilian accent, very sexy and sweet.
His friends were all at a party, but he’d needed sex and had found this place.
We got to the street, hugged each other strong and sincere.
We kissed, a light and easy kiss that was like friends saying so-long-I’ll-see-you-tomorrow, and it still smelled and tasted strong of cock and ass.
I came back to the place I stay down here, poured a glass of wine and sat down to write down this really great night.
We all have them once in a while, and it’s what makes life not just bearable, but also worth living.
The wind’s blowing outside; my hands smell like cock. I’m a happy and lucky man tonight.
This cruising place also happens to be one of the best surfing spots in the world, and one of the most brutal.
There's even a handsome bronze statue of a young surfer looking out to sea, a tribute to all the surfers who've died at this place.
The waves here can get huge, and memorials to buddies who've been killed are carved into the wooden railings that lead down to the beach.
Across the street is a park, a wild place that's never been developed. Trees everywhere that are large enough to hide whatever a guy wants to get done.
Fortunately it hasn’t been written up on any of the cruising guide webpages, so the local cops ignore it pretty much completely.
Tonight, it was cold and still wet from the drizzling rain we’d had off and on all day.
I came from the gym I go to down here, a nice place full of muscled str8 k**s. I had my sweats on, a jacket and a funky stocking cap — it was cold out, and windy.
I checked out the waves for a little while — they were stormers, big and rough with lots of whitewater, the stuff surfers call "spooge" or "come".
Then I walked across the street and onto the path that leads out into the trees. There's a huge fallen tree laying across the main path.
A section of it has been cut out so you can walk through and into the park.
This is one of the great spots, where you'll often find guys waiting to suck or get sucked.
They'll lean against the trunk while they wait or while they're being sucked, and there are places that are worn smooth from the asses of all the men who've been serviced leaning against it.
Yeah! Nature at its best.
Tonight, I could see a dark shape waiting there.
I walked slowly over, checking him out, him checking me out. I was really in need of getting some cock in my mouth, so I had my agenda here.
We chatted a bit, but not too much, just enough to settle what was what.
He was a straight guy whose girlfriend wasn't willing — or able — to suck cock. Oh man, thank god for unwilling and incompetent women.
I knelt down and he and I both worked to open his pants. His cock was small in the cold — and it was really cold out there. I took it in my mouth and immediately felt that contentedness you get at that first contact.
My tongue worked it and it started to grow, like it was coming to life. It kept swelling and growing until it was just one of those damn beautiful big veiny cocks that was exactly what me and my hungry mouth needed.
I worked it like I loved it, and I loved it a lot.
He was leaning against that tree trunk, I had one hand on either side of him, and I was using my mouth and tongue in all the ways I've learned over the years. And man oh man was he loving it.
He didn't say much, but grunted once in a while, or would say something like "oh man, you're good, you're good . . . "
I'd take it out of my mouth once in a while and ask if it was OK, ask him what he liked me to do. And he told me, which I like: "Nice and slow, man, and take it deep like you're doing."
Just a good clean man-to-man connection, as natural and perfect as anything.
I worked him up close to coming a few times, not wanting to lose this big veiny miracle too soon. But he needed to come, and I had to be altruistic, so I worked him the way I knew would take him over the edge.
He whispered "I'm coming" just as the first spray hit my throat. It was one of those sharp, powerful jets that come out first, to clear the way for the coming sperm.
Oh man, there were two or three of them, and then the main attraction: a warm fat flood of semen that just filled my hungry mouth. Tasty, sweet, straight-man come.
You all know how I was feeling at that moment. What is it? Gratitude? Ecstasy? I don't know — it just feels right. Complete. That's it. Complete.
I swallowed it all down, feeling it slide thick and sticky down my gullet. And feeling just about as lucky as a man can feel.
I held his cock in my mouth — and he let me hold it there, not all sensitive and ticklish like guys can be — as it got softer, with me sucking and tasting it.
He loved my loving his cock. Like I said: thank god for unwilling women.
Afterward, we chatted a while. I told him when I was usually there and that I'd take care of him anytime. He lit a cigarette, said "thanks, man . . . you're real good at that" and walked off, out of the park to his car.
I hung out, tasting his come in my mouth, smelling my hands for the smell of his cock, enjoying the cold night and being alone out there in the wind.
About ten minutes later, another guy walked in, obviously nervous. Wearing an expensive windbreaker, nice clean slacks. Jeez — this guy reeked of straight civil servant.
To make a long story short, I blew him. He was too nervous to really get into it, but had a nice 6-incher that was hard as a rock. And big balls that pressed tight against my chin as I sucked him.
As he got close to coming, he started talking, which was cool ! "You like that?" and I'd moan back. "Yeah, you like that?"
This was his way of getting down, getting dirty with the cocksucker who was sucking him off. Best of all, as he got close: "You gonna eat it? You gonna take it in your mouth?" Like he couldn’t believe it, like I had to be either crazy or over-the-top hungry for come.
I'd moan back, letting him know what the answer was. "You gonna eat my come, man? You gonna swallow it?" And then he shot, a nice tasty small load, really salty.
More of a good taste of come than a mouth-filler, but I wasn't complaining. It was great, and I was happier than a winner on election night.
He zipped up immediately and pretty much fled from me, the trees, the whole scene, probably home to the wife and k**s and TV.
A nice night so far — two loads, one great, one fine. Not bad for a city cocksucker out in a small town. But I was hungry, so I stayed out there. And about twenty minutes later another guy walks in.
He’s a smaller guy, looks really young and slender.
He pauses near me while I’m leaning against the trunk, nods and then walks on, deeper into the park where it gets real dark.
I follow him at a respectful distance. He’s wearing white pants, so he’s easy to see, a shape walking ahead of me maybe forty feet or so.
He goes to one of the really big trees, a cypress that’s so big it has a clearing underneath it, sheltered against the wind. When I slowly walk into this space, he’s already leaning against a huge low branch, his hands on his crotch. The wind’s blowing hard but we’re protected in here.
I walk over to him, and now I can see his face clearly in the moonlight that breaks through the branches. My god, he’s the fucking spitting image of . . . who is it, Freddy Prinze, Jr?
The k** who starred in that movie . . . "She’s All That". This is a fucking beautiful young man, and suddenly I have a lot on my hands.
Dealing with a real beauty isn’t usually something I’m interested in. All too often they get so caught up in the looks that the sex suffers.
I used to fuck a New York model, a stunning physical object, and it was the worst sex of my life.
He kept jumping out of bed to adjust the lights and the mirrors and finally I got sick of it and left him. Give me the sincere and honest energy of a man in need any time.
But here I was, under this tree in the moonlight with a beautiful young man and the whole tone of the night changed for me. I was still hungry, but in a different way.
I took control. I lifted my sweatshirt and pushed his face down and had him suck on my nipples for a good long time and man, he sucked and chewed and fuck me if he didn’t give as good as I’ve ever had.
So I pulled up his shirt and m*****ed his slender beautiful body, sucking and chewing on his nipples — they were jutting out like the kind of experienced nips I love, and his head fell back and he moaned like a true tit-man.
He opened my pants and knelt and sucked my cock into his mouth. And again, the k** knew how to give.
After he’d sucked me for a good time, me running my hands through his rough short hair, I pulled him up and knelt in front of him.
I opened his pants to find a fine dirty jockstrap, worn and smelling ripe with crotch smell. I buried my face in there and sucked him through it, tasting old come and piss.
What had happened here? Had I died and gone to heaven and hadn’t noticed? Damn!
I pulled the jock down and sucked his uncut cock until it was big and hard and pulsing in my mouth. But I could tell this wasn’t what we were going to do.
I stood up and told him I needed to fuck him. With a thick Spanish accent he said "You want to fuck me?" and immediately pulled out a rubber.
My hardon went down a little, but I went with it, letting him put the rubber on me.
He pulled out some lube and lubed me up and lubed up his small round ass.
He bent over and guided me in, I pressed firmly and felt his hole open and I slid in, smooth and easy all the way, till I was tight and docked inside him.
Oh man, I wish you could have been me at this moment. He bent over, holding onto a low branch with both his hands, and his ass was truly hungry, truly desperate for cock.
Have you ever fucked an ass that sucked on your cock?
That devoured you and tried its best to work the come out of you because it needed it so fucking bad? I gripped this guy’s hips and fucked him hard.
He moaned and bucked and I had to hold him down strong, taking control and forcing his hips to stay still so I could get just fucking exactly what my cock needed.
He turned his head around and whispered to me "Take it off if you want. Just don’t come inside me, OK? I want to stay negative."
Fine. I pulled out and pulled off the damn rubber.
He put some poppers — some great poppers, by the way — under my nose. I inhaled a few times, deep and through my mouth.
Then I slid in and fucked him the way a man is supposed to fuck another man. To put it mildly, we connected. His ass was like a wild a****l, my cock the same.
We fused into one perfect fucking organism.
I fucked him rough for another ten, fifteen minutes, and then his ass won — I said "I’m gonna come, man.
Let me come inside you!" and he said "No, I want it in my mouth." So I worked myself up, pumping his ass hard and tight until I felt it all building up and I pulled out.
He dropped down onto his knees and opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue, this beautiful hungry k**.
I watched my jizz spew out, a huge load, and I felt so fucking great watching spurt after spurt of my white stuff covering his tongue, shooting down his throat.
He wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked the rest out, then he stood up and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
We held each other and kissed deep, both of us breathing like crazy, tasting my come, his ass, our breath deep and so close and intimate, like our lives depended on it.
And only a few minutes later we were walking out of the park together. I’d asked him if he wanted to come — I wanted his sperm in my mouth, along with mine.
He used the excuse that he’d already come, his favorite kind of coming, with his ass and his mouth, not his cock.
A perfect bottom-boy. We talked a little as we walked out. He’s from Barcelona — he pronounced it Barthelona, with a Castilian accent, very sexy and sweet.
His friends were all at a party, but he’d needed sex and had found this place.
We got to the street, hugged each other strong and sincere.
We kissed, a light and easy kiss that was like friends saying so-long-I’ll-see-you-tomorrow, and it still smelled and tasted strong of cock and ass.
I came back to the place I stay down here, poured a glass of wine and sat down to write down this really great night.
We all have them once in a while, and it’s what makes life not just bearable, but also worth living.
The wind’s blowing outside; my hands smell like cock. I’m a happy and lucky man tonight.
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