Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 14:06:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bryan M <farmlandbb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Out to the Park 2 Thursday

When I got up on Wednesday morning, I was still hotted
up about Tuesday night.  I didn't get to sleep until
about 3:30, so I was not up until noon.  No one around
the house, so I raided the refrigerator again and
selected another cuke.  Took a hot shower while it
warmed up.

Went back into my bedroom, lined my crack and filled
my hole with some lube, and started to insert the
cuke.  Damm. It is still chilly.  My poor tush
twitches.  I am determined.  I raise my legs again and
push in.  It is smooth, fat, and cold, but I slide it
in anyway.  I begin a rhythm, and start pushing it in
and out and massaging myself where it feels best.  I
start sucking one of my fingers, then push it in with
the cuke and twitch it. The cuke is heating up, and so
am I.  I am totally stiff. My belly is trembling and
my legs are kicking a bit and major pre-cum leakage is
going on. I am getting ready.  I roll my legs up over
my shoulders and brace my feet against the head board.
Back in with the cuke, and this time two fingers, well
greased with pre-cum. I put my head up and suck my
cock into my mouth, start tonguing myself and let
loose with the cuke.  It doesn't take long and I have
a good long drink of morning cream.  I roll back down
and contemplate the day.

I liked the guy at the park, but he wants to fuck my
ass.  Getting fuked is great, but I have only once
before done it with a stranger - and he was a guy on
another baseball team that we had just played.  I have
enough friends and acquaintances that like the idea of
a roll in the hay with me that I don't really need to
ask other people, and I want to be safe in a variety
of ways. Hanging out in a park at 1:30 is not my idea
of reassuring behavior.  Still I like the idea of
sexing again with that guy.  I decide to head over to
the branch office of the bank where I had maybe seen
him before.  I wait till after 2:00 to make sure that
he is likely back from lunch. If he still works there.

I enter the bank and look around carefully.  I have an
account here, so I can always withdraw some money if I
get asked why I am there.   I look around and don't
see him.  Damm.  I look some more.  There is one empty
officers desk - with the name Ted Assbanger (not his
real name, as you guessed).  Sure enough, a women in
her 30s starts over toward me.  Just then Mr.
Assbanger appears from the back and heads towards the
empty cubicle.

"Can I help you?"

"I'd like to see Mr. Assbanger, ma'am"

"I can help you if you'd like."

"Sure you could, Ma'am, but my Grandmother recommended
Mr. Assbanger".

"Let me see if he's free"

(oh, he's free alright, and he made pretty free with
me last night, too).

Mr. A looks up and stares at me. He covers his shock
and worry pretty well, but he hesitates and talks to
the lady who came over to me.  What we have here is a
lady who came over to me and a man who came all over
me.

Finally he beckons me over.  I come into his glass and
paneled cubicle and make myself comfortable.  There is
a long pause.

"what are you doing here?"

He is clearly not that happy to see me. My confidence
is a bit shaken.

"I was thinking about your telling me that you felt
that you should make some hefty additions to my
account".

He relaxes a bit, but doesn't say anything.

"I liked your earlier banking activities, but I am not
sure about putting strange things into my portfolio.
Still like to do some major business with you, though.

He giggles and seems to loosen up a bit.  The greeting
committee lady comes back in - maybe she intuits that
Mr. A was not all that happy to see me.

"everything all right here? Can I be of any help?"

I smile as sunnily as possible.

"I just came to ask Mr. A about putting some things in
my portfolio".

"Yeah, he probably needs to expand his portfolio's
range a bit. We can manage, I think. I've talked to
him before, and I think we can work out something"

She leaves, looking, I think, as if she is not
entirely convinced.

I point out that I like things in my portfolio, but
that I don't like STRANGE things in there.  I say that
there are dangers involved.  He says he knows that and
feels responsible to his wife and kids, as well as to
his clients to make sure that people have only totally
safe things in their portfolios.

We agree to meet at a different park, but this time
about 8:30 or so, as this new one apparently closes at
about 11:00.  He gives me directions to the park.

Thursday is a good day for me.  I am looking forward
to my hook-up tonight. He mentioned sex in the back of
my truck. So I put two bales of hay and some blankets
in the back on the bed, to give me something to lean
over in case I want to do something like get my ass
eaten or fingered.  I decided two things. 1. to get
there early and 2. finger fucking is definitely on.  I
drive along Raleigh-LaGrange looking for this park.
Maybe if I arrive early I can blow a guy or two before
the main event.  It is quiet, but there are clearly
guys around.  I park, and wait.  There are several
people standing around, as well as people in their
cars or driving about.

Advertising makes it happen.  I get out, stretch a
bit, do some pre-running stretches, and unzip my
sweatshirt.  I tuck my sweat pant legs up around my
knees and lean against the truck.  Sure enough,
several of the passing cars stop.  The first guy out
is an African-American guy - solidly built, kind face,
maybe 25-35 or so.  He is wearing a white t-shirt and
jeans.  It is still unseasonably warm, so I am comfy
even in my loose clothing - and without any underwear.
 This will make things easier.

"nice night"  he says

"yeah, it really is, like the stars"

"pretty warm out"

"well, it is warm.  Might warm up as the evening goes
along"

He is clearly getting hard, and begins to adjust his
crotch.  I decide modesty is not called for here. I
slide my sweatshirt off, drop my sweat pants around my
ankles, and sink to my knees on the grass. I feel like
I am signaling ready-when-you-are fairly clearly.  He
comes over.  I pull down the zipper on his jeans, pull
down his pants (no underwear) and take out his dick.
Smells of soap, clean and fresh.  Not bad.  I take his
dick into my mouth greedily and swallow it to the
hilt.  His pubic hairs are scratchy, but I ignore
that, swallowing deep and shaking my head like a dog
with a bone each time I reach the bottom. I like the
way my adam's apple bobs when his dick enters my
throat, feels good, cuz my throat feels tight and
stuffed. I gag, twirl tongue, and generally lick stick
for a while.  He gives me plenty of reason to think he
is enjoying it.

While I am blowing the guy in jeans, I suddenly feel a
hot mouth surround my dick. I take a break and look
down. A mop topped kid about my age, skinny but
seemingly fit, has pushed his shorts down, gotten down
on all fours next to me, and is giving me great head.
I hop back on my ride.  My guy grunts, whistles,
smacks his lips, and goes "Hell kid, do that some
more" or reaches down and strokes my lips and cheeks.
Then he grabs my head and starts face fucking me.  I
make gaggy, slurpy sounds.  He speeds up.  I push my
sucker's head farther down on my cock. I know the guy
I am sucking is going to come.

"on your face or in your mouth?"

I point to my face. He pulls out and unloads on my
cheek and shoulders.

He stands back and I look down at the guy sucking me.
I grab his curly hair and gently pull him off my dick.

He seems disturbed.

"doncha like it".

"love it. My turn"

He stands up and I take his dick, which is very long
and thin, and try to swallow it as far as I can. It
slides down and down my throat.  I hold it in until I
gag and come up again.  He likes this, but impatiently
reaches down and grabs me by the pits.  He yanks on
me.
I get up.  He tries to pull me around. I am unsure. I
don't want to get fucked.  He gets down on his knees
and pushes.  I let him do it cuz I love getting my ass
eaten. I lean up against the truck and spread my legs,
so give him better access.  He buries his head in my
crack and starts flicking his tongue. I push his head
way in, and thrust my ass back, reach back and use
both hands to pull my cheeks apart.  Maximum butt
crack accessibility.  Damm this kid knows how to eat
ass.  He is skinny, and we are shining whitely in the
moon light, looking over my shoulder I can see his
back and his upper legs, and they are pretty hot
looking.  We have a small crowd watching us.  I wonder
what I will do when he wants to fuk me.  Suddenly he
begins to whimper and moan, and cums all over the
grass. Another mouth moves into position between my
cheeks.  I look back. It is Mr. Assbanger.

He gets up.

"started without me"

"yeah, the prospects were good"

"lets get in your truck and drive to a place a little
bit less open.  The cops come by here sometimes"

I pick up my clothes and put them on. We get in my
truck and I back into the road.  I start following his
directions further into the park.  I notice he has a
plastic bag on his lap.  Seems to have a lot of stuff
in it.

"whats that?"

"stuff for your portfolio, guy"

"stocks and bonds?"

"cock and beads, didn't know you were into bonds"

"I'm not"

We reach the place that he is heading for and I pull
in. He checks his watch.

"get up in the back and strip"

I hop up and slide out of my clothes.  Take off my
shoes, leave my sox.

"you too"

He gets up in back, strips and empties his bag. I
gasp. There is a huge tube of lube and a number of
dildos.  The littlest one is clear, but is as big as a
regular dick - at least its about average for the
dicks I have sucked.  There is a set of balls on a
string, and two larger dildos, one smooth and black
and long, and the other white, modeled on a real dick,
and with two ball flaps at the bottom, I guess to
prevent it from being stuffed all the way in.  He
hands me the clear one.

"bend over the bales"

I spread a blanket over the bales, take the clear one
from him and drape myself over the bales with my ass
presented.

"suck it"

"what"

"suck the dildo, get it dripping"

"you suck it"

"I am gonna eat your ass"

I take the dildo into my mouth and start licking it
and trying to give it a blow job. I drool as much spit
as I can on it.  This is kinda hard because it is
stiff and not so much like a real, tasty cock.  Still,
I try to get it wet.  Meanwhile I am moaning with
pleasure because Mr. A know how to eat ass, too.
Twice in an evening.  He reaches up, takes the dildo
from me and pulls off my ass.  Starts pushing the
clear didlo in.  I know how to take cock and cucumber,
so I push back and let the dildo in.  Feels stiff, but
I like it, and my dick is stiff as can be.  Slowly he
sets up a rhythm, and begins fucking me. He reaches
between my legs and pulls my cock back, takes it into
his mouth. He is sucking me AND fucking me.  I assume
one of the bigger dildos is where we go next.  I reach
down and pick up the black, smooth one with the
modeled dick head, in tribute to the guy earlier in
the evening. I start licking it. I push it further
into my mouth. Mr. A pulls the clear dildo out of my
ass, lets my cock out of his mouth with a pop, and
reaches up and tries to force the big black one
farther down my throat.  My eyes start to water and I
making wretching sounds, so he pulls it out.  I gasp
for breath and my chest heaves.  We try that again,
then he goes back to eating my ass and I start lubing
the dildo again. He takes the big black one from me.

"pull your cheeks apart"

I do, and he starts slowly inserting the black dildo.
It is very long, and fairly thick.  It goes in, then
in, then in some more. I have never had anything so
far up inside me.  It feels good, but strange. And a
bit painful - with some very sharp pains, sometimes.
He grabs my head by the hair, pulls my head back, and
starts fucking me with the dildo, in, out, in out. I
whimper and ask him to pull back a little bit.  He
does. This is better.

Then he pulls the dildo out.

"Your choice kid, my cock or the bigger dildo"

I know I can't take any of the bigger dildos, the
black one was too painful, sometimes.  But I am up for
fuking. I point him to the condoms in my back pack.
He takes one, puts it on and slides in.  I must be way
loosened, cuz it doesn't even feel stretchy.  He grabs
my hips, and starts riding me like a bronco rider.  I
buck back, and he slaps my ass - really hard.  I buck
back somemore and he slaps again. We piston fuk for
what seems hours, then he pulls back my head and
speeds up even more.  After a few minutes of this he
pulls out, whips off the condom and cums all over my
back.

I turn over.

"suck me off"

He buries his head in my crotch and gives me amazing
head.  Unfortunately I am so stoked that in an instant
I am ready. I tell him I am about to cum. He puts his
head up, give me a stroke and I spurt.

We rest abit. Then I drive him back to his truck. I
thank him, tell him I may want my portfolio expanded
when I am home this summer, and we go our separate
ways.

Thanks a whole lot to everyone who wrote and
encouraged me to write up my Thursday experience.