My palms hit the dirt. Gay sex Just joggers and dog walkers and awkward eye contact with dads.But earlier this evening, I saw him.He was sitting on a bench near the path…mid 30s, bearded, looked like he just got back from a workout. My palms hit the dirt. Maybe less. The silence buzzedThen he muttered under his breath without turning his head“You looking for something?”I don’t even think I answered out loud. Little overhang. He led me thereBy the time I caught up to him, his cock was already out. A few weeks back I found a stranger in this nearby park and ended up blowing him in his car. Without urgency. Didn’t say a word. Then I stood up, still hard, and headed home with the taste of him in my mouthI’ll definitely be going back to his park more often.Note to Readers: I usually just write fictional stories. Maybe less. But it wasn’t nothing. Didn’t say a word. He looked up when I passed, then spread his legs a little wider.I didn’t think much of it. Grabbed the back of my headI gagged a little but stayed down.
