The park was empty after midnight, just the way Jake liked it when he needed to blow off steam. He was straight, always had been, married with a wife at home who didn't put out anymore. But that night something different happened. He was sitting on the bench smoking when this guy walked up, tall, built, no shirt, just shorts hanging low. The guy didn't say much at first, just nodded and sat next to him. "You look like you need to get off," the guy said flat out. Jake laughed it off but didn't leave. His cock was already twitching in his jeans. The guy reached over and grabbed it through the denim. "First time?" he asked. Jake nodded, heart pounding. "Yeah, but fuck it, do it." The guy yanked Jake's zipper down and pulled out his thick straight cock, already leaking. He stroked it rough and fast, spit on his hand, and kept going until Jake was breathing hard and pushing his hips up. Then the guy stood, dropped his shorts, and showed Jake a hard veiny cock bigger than his own. "Suck it first," he ordered. Jake hesitated only a second before he leaned in and took the head in his mouth. It tasted salty and male. He gagged at first but the guy grabbed his hair and fucked his throat anyway. "That's it, straight boy, take that dick." Jake's own cock throbbed untouched. The guy pulled out and spun Jake around, bending him over the bench. He spit on Jake's hole and rubbed it in with two fingers, pushing one inside. Jake grunted at the burn. "Relax, you're gonna get fucked now." The guy lined up and shoved his cock in slow at first, then all the way to the balls in one thrust. Jake yelled out into the empty park, pain mixing with something hotter. The guy didn't wait, he started pounding, balls slapping, hands gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, your straight ass is tight," he growled, slamming in over and over. Jake's cock swung between his legs, dripping onto the dirt. Every thrust hit something inside that made him moan like a slut. The guy reached around and jerked Jake's cock in time with his fucking. "You like getting railed in the park, don't you?" Jake couldn't answer, just pushed back onto the cock. The guy fucked him faster, skin slapping loud in the dark. Sweat ran down Jake's back. His hole stretched wide around the thick shaft, raw and used. The guy pulled almost all the way out then rammed back in deep, making Jake's legs shake.
"Gonna fill this straight hole," he warned, then buried himself and shot hot loads of cum inside. Jake felt every pulse. The guy kept stroking Jake's cock until he shot too, ropes of cum hitting the bench. They stayed locked together a minute, breathing heavy. The guy pulled out slow, cum leaking down Jake's thighs. "Told you you'd like it," he said, pulling his shorts up. Jake stayed bent over, hole sore and dripping, cock still twitching. He knew he'd be back tomorrow night for more.
