Summer Gold

I have always had a fantasy about being dominated by a stranger. One day last week, my fantasy became reality.

I was jogging at the city park first thing in the morning. The sun was up but it was still cool and the park was empty. I had finished my laps and was thirsty. So I jogged over to the outdoor restrooms to use the drinking fountain there. I had a quick drink, then decided to hit the urinal as well.

I walked inside and stood still for a few seconds, letting my eyes adjust to the dimly lit restroom. I was surprised to see a man standing at the urinals. He was tall and bearded, with big biceps. I really had to piss, so I walked over and took the urinal next to his. There was no divider between the urinals, so I hurried to do my business. When I finished, I realized he was still standing there. I glanced over and saw he wasn't pissing it all. He was just holding his massive dick.

"Like what you see?" he asked, gruffly. Startled, I mumbled, "Sorry," and started to zip up. "I asked you a question," he said. "I didn't mean..." I started to reply, meekly. He turned to face me and I looked into his eyes. I saw a look of determination there. I tried to avert his gaze and quickly glanced down. He was muscular and hairy. His shirt was partly unbuttoned, revealing his furry pecs. His arms were hairy also.

Then he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. His thick dick was over 8 inches soft and it was hanging in my face. I could tell from the size of his hairy balls that they were full. He told me to open my mouth. I looked up at him, confused. Was this really happening, I wondered. Then he slapped my face and growled, "Don't make me tell you again."

I did as he said. Then he aimed his dick at my open mouth and let loose a warm stream. I choked a little, and he said, "Swallow it!" Afraid of what he might do to me if I didn't, I swallowed several times while trying to keep my mouth open. After he emptied his bladder, he grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled my face toward his crotch. I took his dick into my mouth and started to suck. Then he gripped my head with both hands and began to fuck my mouth. I choked on his stiffening dick as he worked himself deeper into my throat. He slapped my face again and said, "You'd better not puke, or you'll be sorry." I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face. I could tell by his facial expression and the tone of his voice that he meant what he said.

He sped up his thrusts until I felt his cock begin to spasm in my throat. He groaned as he emptied his balls. "Swallow it," he said. I did as he commanded. I tasted the last few drops of his juice as his cock began to soften in my mouth. Then he told me to lick his cock and balls clean. I knew I'd best do as he said. So I worshiped his fat dick, cleaning the last few drops from the head. I moved down to his hairy balls and licked the sweat and spit off them also. I drank in the scent of his musky nuts as I did so. When I had finished, I looked up at him, trembling, wondering what he would do next. To my surprise, he zipped up his pants and said, "Be here tomorrow." Of course, I showed up the next day for another stomach full of his fluids.