To everyone that knows me I am your typical straight male. However, from the first time I actually saw another man's large cock, I knew I wanted to suck one. That was in my early teens. I was so terrified of being caught, I never pursued it. I dated all kinds of girls all through high school and college. After graduating college, I eventually married. All this time I still fantasized about cock. I promised myself if I was ever single again I would make sure that some how some way, I would suck cock.
After eight years of marriage we divorced. I rented a small apartment in a small coastal town in California. Some nights I'd get bored at home, so I'd take a walk to a donut shop a few blocks from my place. One night I noticed a guy in a small pick up truck slow down and look at me as he was passing by. He went around the block and did it again. I was thinking what the hell does this guy want. Then it hit me. Maybe he's out cruising for men. I got real excited and felt my cock getting hard at the idea. I was anxiously waiting for him to come by again, but he didn't. I felt my disappointment.
As I turned the corner to the donut shop there he was in the parking lot. I looked over at him and he got out of his truck and asked me if he could buy me a hot chocolate. I thought that was kind of weird, but I said sure. As we were waiting for our drinks we exchanged names and he asked if I'd like to go for a ride. Before I answered I looked over at the guy behind the counter. He had this knowing look on his face. I can't really explain it, but it was kind of exciting that this guy behind the counter might suspect I was being picked up on by this guy buying me a hot chocolate. After all the man buying me the drink was a very handsome Mexican guy. He had that very masculine look to him. I looked back at him and told him I think I'd like that.
We drove to a waterfront park about a mile away. We got out of the truck and went to sit on a bench under a pagoda. It was extremely dark and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust. That's when I heard and saw a group of people about fifty feet way. By this time the guy had put my hand on his crotch. I pulled my hand away for fear of being seen by the other people. He gently put my hand back and held it in place and told me it's ok they can't see your hand. I realized he was right, so I relaxed a bit and started rubbing his cock through his pants. In no time at all his cock hardened and grew to at least seven inches. The harder his cock got the more excited I got. I couldn't believe I was rubbing another man's cock just fifty feet away from other people.
As I was rubbing him to a full fletched erection he stopped me long enough undo his pants and pull them to his knees.
Then he put my hand back on his cock and for the first time I felt his wonderful warm cock in my hand. It felt amazing. I began to stroke him. As I stroked he began to moan. Without warning he leaned over and began to kiss my neck. He had obviously done this before, because it was making my cock rock hard. By this time I was so excited I no longer cared about the other people. He started to unzip my pants but I stopped him and he told me not to worry about those others. I told him I didn't give a shit about the other people. I stopped him because I wanted to suck his cock. I leaned over and took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I just let the tip sit in my mouth for a second while I took the time to think about what I was actually doing. It was amazing how absolutely fantastic it felt. I guess he couldn't wait anymore because he raised his hips and shoved his cock in my mouth as far as he could. I couldn't take it all at once. He started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. His butt started to slip off the bench, so I got on my knees in front of him, pulled his pants to his ankles and he started fucking my mouth again. After a few minutes he stiffened up and with a louder than I would have liked grunt, started cumming. I thought I wouldn't like the taste and feel of cum in my mouth, but much to my surprise it was quite enjoyable.
When he finished I looked around and the other people had left.I still don't know if they ever saw us. At that point I didn't care. I wanted to do this for so long I wasn't going to miss the opportunity.
As he drove me home he asked if I liked it enough to maybe get together again sometime. I told him yes and took his phone number. At the time my mother managed a very large apartment complex. Anytime there was a vacant apartment I would call him and we would get together in the empty apartment. We did that for about a year before I no longer had access to the keys.