Two guys locked eyes across the empty park path at midnight. No names, no bullshit. The taller one in the hoodie nodded toward the thick bushes by the old restrooms. I followed, heart pounding, cock already half-hard in my jeans. Public meant risk, and that made my dick twitch harder.
He pushed me against the rough brick wall behind the building, hidden but not really. Voices from the path could drift over any second. His hand grabbed my crotch, squeezing my growing bulge. "Get that cock out," he growled low. I unzipped fast, letting my thick seven inches spring free into the cool night air. He dropped to his knees on the dirt without hesitation and swallowed me whole.
His mouth was hot and wet, tongue swirling around the head before he took me deep. Spit ran down my shaft as he bobbed fast, gagging softly but not stopping. I gripped his hair and thrust into his throat, watching the shadows for movement. Anyone could walk around the corner and see my dick disappearing into this stranger's face. That thought made me leak precum onto his tongue.
He pulled off with a wet pop, stood up, and spun me around. "Bend over. Show me that ass." I dropped my jeans to my ankles and leaned forward, hands on the wall. Cool air hit my exposed hole. He spat on his fingers and shoved two inside without warning, stretching me open rough and quick. I grunted, pushing back on them. "Fuck yeah, loosen that hole for my cock."
He yanked his fingers out and pressed the fat head of his dick against my entrance. It was thick, veiny, and already slick with spit and precum. He pushed in steady, splitting me open inch by inch until his balls rested against mine. The stretch burned in the best way. He started pounding right away, skin slapping loud in the quiet night. Each thrust shoved me forward against the wall.
"Take that dick, you filthy park slut," he hissed, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. His cock rammed deep, hitting my prostate over and over. My own cock bounced between my legs, dripping onto the ground. I reached down and stroked myself in time with his thrusts, moaning low so no one heard. But the risk stayed sharplights from the path flickered, footsteps echoed somewhere close.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped me to face him, and shoved me to my knees. "Suck your ass off my cock." I opened wide and took him in, tasting the mix of spit, precum, and my own hole. He face-fucked me hard, holding my head while his balls slapped my chin. Saliva poured from the corners of my mouth down my shirt.
Then he hauled me up again, bent me back over, and slammed back inside. This time he went faster, grunting with each thrust. "Gonna breed this public hole." His hand reached around and jerked my cock rough and fast. I clenched around him, close to the edge. He slapped my ass hard, the sound cracking through the night.
Cum hit me firsthis load flooded deep inside, hot and thick, leaking out around his shaft as he kept thrusting through it. That pushed me over. I shot ropes onto the wall and ground, my ass milking every drop from him.
He stayed buried until he softened, then pulled out slow. Cum ran down my thighs as I stood and pulled my pants up.
We didn't speak. He zipped up and walked back toward the path. I followed a minute later, hole sore and full, knowing I'd be back here tomorrow night for more.
