FINALLY MET MY MATCH

 January 14, 2023 

                Sunday 

               5:45pm

 

 LINK: URBAN

           ORAL TRAINING

It's 5:45pm.  I'm at the local park at the end of the road by the Sacramento River.  I'm just cruising.  I'm not necessarily looking for anything in particular.   I basically just wanted to get out of the house since it would be my first time out all day. 

The air is crisp; not majorly cold but it is cool enough to be called a winter's evening.  The ambience of the winter tone has a cool blue tint to it as it creeps closer and closer to nightfall.

 

I drive up towards parking lot where the restroom is.

 

I walk up, push the door to open it but it is locked.  After a few minutes a White gentleman comes out.  He is about 6'1" or so. He's a little taller than me standing at 5'10".  He has short salt and pepper hair and a neatly trimmed goatee of the same color.

He walks back into the bathroom and closes the door.  I look around and shortly after, follow suit.

 

He's standing in front of the urinal.  I migrate up to the toilet next to him.  He turns towards me while stroking.  I begin to stroke myself.  He is not hard so I figure I'd help him out.  

 

I squat to my knees.  I invite his flaccid penis in my mouth. 

 

He seems to enjoy it as he's moaning a bit and his dick expanded a little bit as I did various tricks with my tongue but quickly went back to its usual state.  

 

This guy appeard to be attractive giving the low evening light.  He definitely had a unique scent on his crotch. It wasn't very musky but it almost had a scent as though he may not have taken a shower in about a day.  It wasn't at all offensive.  It was just a scent that was right there.  It actually made me that much more horny.

I began to lick his balls.  I lookded up at him.  He gazed down.  That is when I took his whole cock in my mouth teasing underneath the shaft; to the beginning of his balls with my tongue.  He let out a moan.  I really thought that teasing his balls would be the one thing to spark at least the beginning of an erection but it just wasn't happening.  

His day old funk really got me horned.  I figure I'd get him ready by giving him the go ahead to get a bit assertive with me.  

I attempt to grab his hand to place behind my head to thrust his meat.  But somehow he does not understand the assignment and just keeps his hands down to the side.  

At that point I get up and ask,"Do you suck?"

"Yeah, I do."

He walks to the toilet to sit and begin to gingerly blow me.  I just wasn't feeling much with him. 

 

After about two or three minutes I excuse myself and drive down to the other side of the park.

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About 5: 55pm

 

I drive back to the restroom.  There is different car parked.  I park about two spaces to the right.  I open my car door and hear a slow R&B jam playing from that car.  I walk up to the batroom, open the door and look inside.  I close it and walk back to my car.  Just then the music turns off and a slender young Black gentleman steps out of the car.  

He is dark skinned with short wavy hair.  He is dressed in a preppy fashion.  He has on some nice fitting blue jeans, a sweater over a long sleave twill grid shirt.  

He walks toward the bathroom.  I get back out of the car to follow.

 

By now it is much darker outside and there are no lights in the park bathroom.  

 

I can see him standing in front, it's but hard to see his face.  I know he is a good looking guy from what I saw earlier.  But now all I have is this mysterious silhouette. 

I walk closer.  I can see parts of his face as little hints of what's left of the ambient light touches his dark chocolate toned skin.  

Because it's so dark, I can't tell if he has his cock out or not.  I'm not sure if he wants to blow me or if he wants me to blow him.  Slowly I reach my hand out and discover a very erect penis.  It is quite the size.  Without hesitation I understand what the assignment is.

I squat down and begin to take the massive head in my mouth.  The scent from this guy and the other is vastly different.  It is quite noticeable that this guy is very fastidious.  It was almost as if he didn't have much of a scent at all.  One would actually think he literally scrubbed it off him.  

I open my mouth wide to take in the very long, thick and well-groomed cock.  

I have always surprised myself with deepthroating taking that I am predominately top.  It is very rare that I get practice in as of the ratio of bottoms vs. tops; so when a get all the way down to the base on a big guy like such I do surprise myself.  Obviously he's somewhat surprised as well.

He lets out an "Oh!" As if shocked that I could go down that far and yet still calculating what plans he has in store for me.

"Yeah," he says as he grabs the back of my head and starts to push me into his crotch.

This is what I was waiting for from the other guy.  I'm definitely getting it from this guy. He has to be about eight to nine inches. Has to!

That fucking head is pushing my salvia button. There is this fine line between wanting to get on that dick with fervor, not quite being able to handle all of his girth and length and this massive wad of spit that is coming up but still stuck somewhere in the pit.  

I am trying not to make too much noise.  It's dark and I am thinking about when or if the rangers will be rolling by patrolling the park as usual.  I can't help it he is deep down my throat so I am just going to be loud. I hear the echo of my vocal gasps, slurps and gargles bouncing off the walls bathroom walls.  I just know anyone outside the door can hear what's doing on.

"I'm sorry. I don't usually deep throat that often."

"You good. I got you." He says with a very urban accent.  

He's a man of very few words but when he talks he have a very deep voice and an urban tone.  He is very firm but also very in tuned with my body.  He pushes me right to that edge and gives me the break I need.

He pushes my chin down to gesture for me to open my mouth.  I open and he fills it with his thick hardon again.  

I am done squatting.   I want to feel the full effect of submitting to this guy.  Urban  pushes deep and again I fill the room with loud yells of throat violation.  He plops out of my mouth, tilts my head up to look at him.  Although I can't see his eyes but I see that dark silhouette of a man; mysteriously obscured by the darkness.  He uses his thumb once again to push on my chin.  I know exactly what to do.  I open my mouth as wide as I can.  He invades my mouth with something other than expected.  Still pressing on my chin he sticks his index finger in my mouth. Then he sticks another.  I'm actually somewhat shocked by the gesture.  This preppy dressed guy totally turned Alpha on me.

For the first time in a very long time I was put on my knees and moved to submit and I fucking liked it!  It takes genuine Alpha energy to get me this weak.  He did it and I loved every minute of it.  He moved his fingers around as if he was probing.  I welcome the invaders by gently clamping in to make a sucking motion.  He goes in deeper then he opens me up and violates me with his cock again.

"Yeah," Urban says as he grabs my face and starts to thrust. 

For the first time that can actually remember I am given a taste of my own medicine.  

As a Dom I know how it feels when a boy is on his knees; when I have my fingers in his mouth.  The power that is given to me is unmatched by any experience.

Now Urban is doing to me what I do to my boys.  I have finally met my match.  

I have had guys fuck me, I have had guys feed me dick and I have been dominated but the energy was all about them which always left me less than satisfied or even sometimes used (in a very negative way.) But this guy totally makes me want to lean 100% into what he has to offer.

I grab hold of his butt as he pushes in.  Caressing his torso I can't help but notice just how smooth his skin is.  I don't know what it is about men with dark skin but they seem to have the best skin care regimen.  I'm not majorly lighter than this guy but damn my skin has never been that smooth.

I am very loud at this point. There is this large amount of spit that sits in the back of my throat and in my mouth waiting to get out. It just seams to get thicker and thicker.  Finally he let's me breath.

My beard in wet from the spit. 

"Are you going to cum?" I ask hoping soon as my throat is sore from gagging and probing.  I also don't feel comfortable knowing at anytime the rangers can show up."

"Yeah I'm almost there," he says.

He get's me back on his dick.  After about two minutes I get up and get ready to go.  I wanted so bad to swallow his load but it was very late and I wasn't comfortable with the possibilities at hand.  And I know when a Black guy tells you he's close when asking him, that could mean anything.  Thirty minutes later and you're still trying to churn a load out of him.

I got off my knees and graciously thanked him for a great time.  Last night was a very eye opening (and mouth opening) evening.