up straight boys who just wanted to get off with whoever happened to be handy—I didn’t want that, and you said yourself you’d never been with a guy before.”
“That wasn’t true.” I admitted, my heart singing, He wants me! He wants me!
An eyebrow went up. “What do you mean it wasn’t true? You lied to me?”
I nodded. “I—I didn’t want to admit it, even to you. But I’ve been with a guy before.”
There was a park in Emporia, near the campus of the university there. One night, Kevin and I and the girls we were going steady with at the time were driving around, aimlessly looking for something to do, some place to park and maybe make out or something. The movie was over, we’d eaten, and there was nothing else for us to do. The girls didn’t have to be home until midnight, and we had some time to kill. I started to pull the Flying Couch over at the park when the girl I was dating—Lisa Driscoll—shrieked, “We can’t park here!”
“Why not?” I looked over at her.
“This is a park where the queers go.” She curled her lip. “You know…to do whatever it is they do.”
“How do you know that?”
“My sister goes to E-State, and she told me to never come here at night. Everyone knows about it. Get us out of here!”
So, I’d driven off. But a week later, when I didn’t have a date, I came back by myself. I parked my car a few blocks away from the park—in case someone I knew drove by—and walked over. My hands were sweating, my stomach churning, and I was scared to death. What if the cops are there? What if someone I know sees me? What if…what if…what if…the thoughts kept swirling around in my head as I approached the park. It was dark and cloudy; there was very little light once you got away from the street lamps. I crossed the street and walked into the park. I couldn’t see anyone around, and wondered if Lisa had been wrong, if I was wasting my time. What if I was too early? What if I was too late? Were there really other queers in Emporia? I walked through the park in my tight jeans and my T-shirt, my eyes darting around to try to see signs of life, of anyone, of anything. I kept walking, around trees and over grass, and after about a half an hour I was pretty certain I was wasting my time.
“Okay, just go home.” I said to myself as I walked into a small clearing where the restrooms were located. I glanced at my watch. 11:15. I had forty-five minutes to get back home before curfew. I sighed. I’d wasted my night. All those nerves, everything—all for nothing.
“Hey.”
I jumped, and looked as a man emerged from the bushes to my right. He was short, maybe about five six, with a mustache and longish blond hair. He was wearing a tank top and a ratty looking pair of jeans, and his body was lean and tight. “Hey.” I said, wondering if he was a serial killer or something worse.
“How ya doin?” He lit a cigarette, and in the flare of his lighter I saw that he was unshaven, and there was a Marine tattoo on his right arm.
“Okay.”
He walked over closer to me, and smiled at me. He was maybe thirty years old. “What ya lookin for, kid?”
I swallowed, and fought the urge to turn and run. “I’m looking for a man,” I said, hoping against hope he wasn’t going to beat me up—but then again, I was taller and heavier.
“You’ve found one.” He stepped up close to me, and put his hand on my crotch. He grinned up at me. “Nice.” He made a head gesture. “I’m parked over there.”
“Okay.”
I followed him out to a van. He unlocked the back and climbed in. Looking around to make sure there was no one around, I climbed in and shut the doors behind me. The back of the van was carpeted, and there was a toolbox off to one side. He started brushing toys to the side, and crazy thoughts went through my head. He’s married, he has kids, this isn’t right, this is wrong, I need to get out of here while I still can…
He pulled his tank top over his head and smiled at me. “Come here, boy.”
I reached out and touched his chest. It was mostly smooth, except for some errant hairs around each nipple. “Take your shirt off,” he instructed, so I pulled my shirt up off over my head. “Aren’t you a pretty boy?” He leaned over and put his lips on my right nipple, and started sucking it.
My breath started coming in gasps. I’d never felt anything like this before—it felt incredible. My cock got harder in my pants, and my head went back as I moaned. None of the girls I’d ever dated had ever let me do more than kiss them or get my hand up inside their shirt. They’d certainly never touched my dick, they’d never sucked my nipples. Then he moved his mouth over to my other nipple and I thought I was going to come right then and there. He looked up at me with his eyes and winked. One of his hands went down to my crotch and undid my belt, then the fly of my jeans. I lifted my ass up so he could yank my underwear and pants down. He took his mouth off my nipple and smiled at me. “Damn, that’s a big cock, boy, do you know how to use it?”
“Uh-huh,” was all I managed to get out.
He smiled again and stood up, pulling his own pants down. He didn’t have on any underwear, and his own dick was standing up straight away from the thick blond hair. He opened the toolbox and grabbed a condom, which he opened and rolled over my dick. My dick jerked when he touched it, but he grabbed it at the base and squeezed. “Not ready for that yet, boy.” He grinned at me, then squirted something on it. He reached down and pinched my right nipple. “Okay, boy time to show me what you can do with that big ol’ club you got.” He straddled me and grabbed my dick, and then slowly started sitting on it.
I could barely breathe. It felt amazing. Much better than when I beat myself off, much better than when I humped a pillow—the moist wet tightness of his asshole seemed to simply grab on to my cock and hold on to it. He gasped and stopped. “Damn, boy you’ve got a big one, don’t you? That’s gonna take me some time to get used to.”
“Oh—oh—okay.”
Finally, with the occasional grunt and moan, he managed to get all of me inside of him, and started rocking on it a little bit. “Boy, that feel so fucking good inside of me, you like it up there in my ass?”
“Oh God, yes.”
He slid up slowly, and then settled back down. “I wanna keep that big ol’ thing inside me as long as I can, boy,” he whispered down at me.
“Uh-huh.” I didn’t care as long as it kept feeling this good.
He started moving faster, and stroking himself. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before—the friction on my dick, the feel of his hard little ass settling on my balls on the way down, the sliding of my dick out of him, and his hard little body looked so damned good up there, riding me. And then I felt it starting—“I’m gonna come.” I gasped out.
“Good. Shoot it up inside me!”
My entire body went rigid and started trembling as an almost painful pressure started building inside of me and then I screamed as it started pumping out of me…and he moaned as his own started squirting out of him. We both kept gasping, moaning and convulsing—and then I was finished…and my body trembled as I tried to catch my breath.
“Nice,” he said, reaching down with a towel and wiping himself off of me. He got off me and peeled the condom off, which he wrapped in a paper towel and put in a garbage bag. He handed me my T-shirt as he pulled up his own pants. “Thanks, boy.” He opened the back doors to the van as I fastened my pants. I climbed out the back, holding my shirt.
“Thanks, kid.” He winked and shut the car doors. As I stood there, the van started and then pulled away.
I put my shirt back on and headed back to my car.
Blair started laughing. “You had anonymous sex with some married closet case in a park?”
“Don’t