It's one in the morning and my cock is almost shaking with anticipation.
I've been online for more than an hour, looking through all the posts, and emailing any that sound remotely appealing. I really should be doing homework but the more I look the hornier I become. I need this now. I've spent too much time on it to just give up.
My clothes should be done. I get up from the computer, walk outside, and down into the narrow hallway to the basement of my apartment. The dryer is static-producing monster and each article of clothing I grab gives off little shocks and zaps.
I hold the basket in front of my, the edge of it rubbing against my hard-on and reminding me that I still haven't gotten release yet. I sigh and walk back into my apartment. I'm ready to just call it a night, jack off, and have a sleepless night.
My phone pings.
It's an email.
"Hey, I'm dtf. I wanna suck some dick. Stats? Pic?"
I open my laptop immediately and get onto the fake email account.
"I have no pics," I type back. It's a lie. "But I'd love to meet up."
This other guy must be horny because his response is under twenty seconds.
"I don't suck without pics, but here's me."
There's an attachment to the email. It's a nice cock pic. He's not huge, but not too small for me to be uninterested. I can see the top of his stomach. No chiseled abs, but no beer gut either.
"I'm down. Tonight I'd just like to get sucked off. Here's me."
I send a pic of my own member, one I had taken months ago. Took me ages to get the right angle so my erection actually looked appealing.
"Fuck that is a nice cock. Can't wait to have my lips on it. ;) where do we meet? Can you host?"
I take a look around my apartment. Since moving in none of the other tenants have even stopped and said hello or made any sort of contact with me. No one knows I do this kind of thing, so invited whoever this guy is over wouldn't be so bad... but a little voice in my head tells me not to.
"You want to do an outside scene? I can't host but I live close to the park."
I just can't risk him coming over.
"The one by the lake? Yeah, totally. When can you leave?"
"I'm leaving now."
"K."
I hurriedly throw on a sweater and walk out the door. I bring my phone and keys, but leave my wallet. Just in case, like always.
The walk to the park is about a half-mile across town. A few cars pass by and I sink into my sweater. They couldn't possibly know what I'm up to, but I still don't like being seen. Every house I pass by I turn away from if the lights are on or the windows are uncovered. My hood is big enough to hide most of my face.
I forget how many times I've done this. The first time was with a guy whose face I never even seen. I only saw the bulk of his big bearish frame and then I was on my knees. I undid his belt in hurry, eager to learn what it tastes like. His cock was huge, like I was holding onto a can of beer, but fleshy and warm. Same amount of froth though. When he came I know I didn't like it. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down repeatedly, fucking my face, and almost choking me.
I'll always remember the way he moaned "ah... ah... fuck!" when he began to spew his cum into my mouth, and when he finished the quiet "oh..." when he pulled away from me. "Swallow like a good boy," he said, holding my mouth shut. It was stale and salty, not what I expected. Then I felt his beard on my smooth skin and we kissed. Rolled around on the park's dark grass for what felt like both ten seconds and hours. He didn't return the favor.
I didn't email anyone for months after that. But I kept thinking about his dick in my throat and soon after I started again.
