Two strangers locked eyes across the dark park path. The tall guy in the leather jacket nodded once, then turned toward the trees. I followed without a word, my cock already half-hard in my jeans from the risk of it.
We reached the old stone bench half-hidden by bushes. Streetlights glowed far off, but anyone walking the main trail could spot us if they looked hard enough. He didnt care. He shoved me down onto the cold bench and yanked my fly open.
Big fucking cock, he muttered, pulling me out and stroking hard. No slow build.
He dropped to his knees on the dirt and swallowed me to the root in one go. Wet heat, tight throat, spit already dripping down my balls. I grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth, hips snapping while I listened for footsteps.
He pulled off with a filthy pop, stood, and dropped his own pants. Thick uncut cock slapped against his stomach. Turn around. Ass up.
I bent over the bench, gripping the backrest. He spat on my hole once, lined up, and shoved in raw. The stretch burned. He didnt wait. He pounded deep and fast, balls slapping my ass with every thrust. The bench creaked loud enough that anyone nearby would hear.
Fuck, your holes gripping me, he growled, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to jerk my cock. Take that dick like you came out here looking for it.
Voices drifted from the pathtwo people laughing. We both froze for a second, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. They passed without stopping. The second they were gone he started slamming again, harder.
Almost got caught with my cock in your ass, he said, voice low and rough. You like that?
Yeah, I grunted. Dont stop.
He pulled out, spun me, and pushed me onto my back on the bench. Legs up, he drove back in missionary style. The position let him go deeper. Every thrust knocked a grunt out of me. He leaned down and spit in my mouth, then kissed me dirty while he fucked.
Sweat ran down his chest. My own cock leaked against my stomach. He wrapped a hand around it and stroked in time with his thrusts. The double sensation had me close fast.
Gonna fill this hole, he warned. Right here where anyone could see.
Do it, I hissed.
He buried himself and came hard, pulsing thick and hot inside me. The feeling pushed me over. I shot across my own chest and shirt, rope after rope while he kept grinding through his orgasm.
We stayed locked together for a minute, breathing heavy. Then he pulled out slow, watching his load leak from my stretched hole. He wiped his cock on my thigh, stood, and tucked himself away.
Same time tomorrow, he said, already walking back toward the path.
I lay there on the bench, ass dripping, chest covered in my own cum, listening to the night sounds and wondering how many other guys had used this same spot. My cock twitched again at the thought.
