The Best Blow Job Ever
It was like any other night at Piedmont Park at least any other night that I have been out there. Guys prowled about the park looking for their evening pleasure. I have to admit that I too have played the game and last night was no exception. Throughout the night I came across a couple of guys whom caught my eye. There was Jay from Trinidad, um....his body was so nice, tattoo across his muscular chest, dark skin, with dreads--not the long, ugly, shitty looking kind, but cheek length, that spread spontaneously about his head. Then he had this soft spoken accent that took away from the rough exterior what with his "And 1" basketball tank and shorts-baggy--his voice was sexy, sensual, seductive.
We went into the trail in the woods that I dubbed "The Descent" in a former diary of mine--it was very dark back there. With the season's change, the leaves on the trees are fuller, casting their shadow and blocking out any light from outside the woods--it was perfect for prowlers. We ventured into the far reaches of the trail until it came to an abrupt cut off. There we stood, touching and feeling each other's body parts. His arms--so strong. He's a personal trainer and spends a good amount of time in the gym and if he's not working out, he's giving someone else a workout--to what extent? Now that is something I'd just have to schedule an appointment in order to find out. We stood entangled in one anothers arms he stroked all nine inches of my manhood and with the feel of his body up against mine and with every stroke the feeling to release would grow stronger. An audience began to appear--other prawlers who had seen us would get closer and closer, attempting a front row seat. Some went so far as to attempt to audition for a part in the action. Unfortunately for them, they had not won the role. Jay and I were focused on each other.
The growing audience had begun to annoy me so I broke away from Jay and I pulled him away so that we could actually talk. Most of these encounters begin with little or no conversation which is understandable because you're there for one thing and one thing only and that is to get yours. However, I was so turned on by this guy that I couldn't let this be the last time that he and I have a sexual encounter. I wanted to continue this guilty pleasure in the comfort of bedroom, behind closed doors, where the imagination takes over. We exchanged numbers--he quickly left "The Descent" so that he could get to a training session, I was all too happy I had made him late for.
I wasn't finished, I had not yet been satisfied the way that I wanted to be. It had grown late and I figured I too would leave "The Descent" and venture off into another side of the park that is known for prowlers but before I could get there, I saw him... He walked behind me and stopped at a bench when he noticed that I had stopped in my tracks after noticing him. I walked back toward him, I sat on the bench... (uh...the thought of what I am getting ready to describe turn me on all over again) his back was toward me and I could see his curved ass as he leaned up against the chair. It had got me so hot...He knew what this was about, so I didn't hesitate, I ran my hand over his ass--he didn't budge, he just stood there. He walked around the bench and sat down beside me. It was then that I was able to get a good look at him--he was absolutely gorgeous. His complexion was that of a dominican--light skin with a "black" tint that was perfect. His name is Emani and he is from California. It was a dead give away--where he's from--because he has this surfer boy accent and all throughout the conversation I kept waiting for him to say something like "Gnarly!" or "Surf's up!" But he didn't--thank God cause that would have been really cheesy.
He proceeded to put his mouth on my exposed cock--sucking it up and down, right there on the bench--it felt so good. He is fascinated with the male penis. He admitted this to me. This head job that I was recieving was like any other. Emani is a massage therapist and he took delight in palming my cock with both hands--this seemed to amaze him as he said "I can hold it with both hands and there's still some left." In reference to it's size--I laughed. We talked, he has good conversation--while he sucked my dick I'd ask a question, he would take his time to answer as he pleased me but was sure to answer. It was amazing--he stimulated me both sexually and intellectually at the same time. I had never conversed in this way with someone during sex before.
Someone was coming, another prawler walking down the trail alongside the bench. He didn't stop, which surprised me and made me even hotter. The guy walked by, practically breaking his neck to watch. It was steamy. I ran my hand down Emani's back, to his ass that I would soon see as he pulled his pants down to let me taste it, I ran my hand back up to his neck and over his bobbing head that displayed a sexy trendy hairstlye--The Mohawk. It's fairly new to the black community as it was triggered by a famous rapper known as P.Diddy. This rapper sparked a hair revolution among black men and it looks damn good on those that can pull it off. I was going to go for this look but I have a daytime job that won't permit it. EMANI PULLS THIS LOOK OFF!!!! SEXY--um um um.... I ran my fingers through his hair, which he seemed to like a lot.
I wanted to see his ass, in his pants it looked so nice, so soft and pliable. But sometimes jeans lie and I needed proof. He pulled his pants down in front of me, it was beautiful, Chris has nothing on Emani...not a single flaw present, it was perfectly rounded. I loved it. Emani said "I hate my ass, I got an ass like a girl"
"That you do." I replied. He laughed.
Our conversation and physical attraction was so great that I couldn't let this one go either. In fact this guy intriqued me even more so than Jay. We walked to his car from the park--he offered to drop me off at the train station. I was more than happy to accept. I loved hearing him speak, listening to his california accent, staring at his body as we walked, admiring his hair. I wanted more of him and I could tell he wanted more of me...he didn't want me to put my piece away but I knew I had to as this public sex act had gotten way too out of hand. Fortunately it occurred in a place where even the security guards don't mind watching a little live porn.