Date: Tue, 21 May 2002 18:57:45 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Man in Black (spank)

Near where I live is a huge county park with a cruising area that has been
active for years. I have had many exciting experiences there, and many not
so exciting. This is a true story of one of the more interesting and
exciting times I had there. If you are under age, or live in an area where
reading tales of male sex is illegal, or if you're not into this, please
leave. Otherwise, I hope you find something to enjoy in this. Comments are
appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.


About nine years ago, I went up to the reservation the day after
Thanksgiving around noon. Weekdays are not usually busy there, but so many
people have that Friday off, I thought I might find some action. While noon
is fairly early to find a good crowd even on a Saturday or Sunday, I like
it there at that time of day. It's quiet, peaceful and every now and then a
hot one comes along and there's little competition around. As soon as I got
there I went back into the woods and saw no sign of anyone. So I went out
to the road to see if there were any occupied parked vehicles. Some guys
just pull in, park, and sit in their cars, waiting for a good time to come
to them. I prefer to get out and prowl around.  You get to see more, and
you get a little exercise at the same time.

When I got out to the road, there was only one car besides mine. I walked
back and forth past it, making it pretty obvious to the driver that I was
interested. Actually, I couldn't be sure I was interested until he got out
of the car and got a look at him, so I did what I could to lure him
out. After the third time past him, I heard his door open and close behind
me. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see what I was working on. He
was just a little taller than I was, maybe 5'11", slim build, dark hair,
maybe early 30s, but beyond that, it was hard to tell. He was "the man in
black." A black cap, sunglasses, black tee shirt covered by a short black
jacket, black jeans and black boots. Kind of interesting, kind of
mysterious, but he had a very nice slim body.

I turned down a trail into the woods and he followed. When we reached the
area where most of the cruising and action took place, it was still
deserted. I stopped and he drew up close behind me. He stopped right behind
me and placed a hand on my right buttock, squeezed it and began running his
hands all over my ass. He stepped to my left side and while his right hand
continued playing with my ass, his left hand unbuttoned and unzipped my
jeans and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees. Neither of us had
yet uttered a word. He used both hands to tuck my shirt up inside my short
jacket, leaving me naked from the waist to the knees. Then he went back to
work on my body.  His right hand continued rubbing, stroking, and squeezing
my ass cheeks, with an occasional light slap. His left hand toyed with my
dick and balls, sometimes squeezing my dick, making it firm up a little
more, more often tugging my balls downward, giving them a little pressure,
not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me he had me.

All of a sudden, I felt a sharp slap to my ass. He had hit it a lot harder
than the few earlier pats. And he continued. First the left cheek, then the
right, each one getting a little harder, with an occasional soothing
rubbing in between. Each slap stung quite a bit, but wasn't really
painful. I've never been into pain, but this was kind of interesting. Since
it didn't hurt too much, I figured I'd see where it was leading. And then
he finally spoke the first words from either of us .  "Jerk yourself off
while I spank your ass."

I agreed, but on one condition. "Let me see your dick.  " He unzipped his
jeans and pulled it out-a beautiful, pale white, perfectly proportioned
dick, maybe just a little bit bigger than average. With my left hand, I
grabbed it and slowly stroked it. With my right hand, I grabbed my own and
went to work on it. He started in on my ass again. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each time he hit just a little bit harder. Still not causing real pain, but
definitely stinging like hell. It's a good thing it was early and the woods
were empty, because I could hear the slaps resounding through the woods. I
swear they could be heard out on the park road, if not on the county road
passing by. The harder he hit, the harder I pulled on our two hard
cocks. Finally, I felt the pressure build up in my balls, and I exploded,
shooting over and over again, spraying the dead leaves on the ground in
front of me with my cum. As soon as I finished coming, he put his dick back
in his fly, softly patted my butt and said, "Nice." And then he was gone,
heading back up the trail toward the road.

I just stood there for a few minutes. Shirt tucked up under my jacket,
pants around my knees, wondering what had just happened. I've never been
into S&M and I really don't like pain. But that was interesting.
Different. I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. The stinging of his
spanking hands hurt, but not too much. And it certainly didn't turn me off.
But did it turn me on? Hmmm. I decided it was something I would have to try
again, to investigate further. But I really haven't had the opportunity.
Now and then, someone will give my butt a few slaps and I think, "Here
goes." But it's usually just a little playing around. And being shy, I find
it hard to come right out and ask for what I want, especially if it's a
little bit on the kinky side. So, I'm still wondering.

But I can tell you this. Every year since then, the day after Thanksgiving,
I am up at the reservation, hoping to run into my man in black again.