William and I had become friends first, meeting during a flight where our seats were together. He was definitely my type physically, a large, solid, dark skinned Black man with a full beard. As we talked it became apparent that he was also gay but being in an environment where other people could hear us, we didn't get into too much detail. After discovering we both had a lot in common, we agreed to meet later that night for drinks at a gay bar. That's where we discovered that we were both bottoms, a huge disappointment for both of us.
"Well damn," said William obviously disappointed that I was also a bottom.
"Agreed. I feel the same way," I said, hoping he was versatile and having some chance at sex with William.
"Doesn't mean we can't hang out," he said, enjoying the last of his drink followed by silence. Later in the conversation we shared places where we had sex, discovering that we both enjoyed the occasional thrill of outdoor playing. He went on to tell me of a golf course that was heavily cruised after midnight.
"That sounds like something I'd be interested in, tell me more," I said, ordering another round of drinks.
"Tell you what James, meet me there tonight and let's see what kind of trouble we can get in together. Not that it makes a difference, but you will most likely be the only white guy there."
"Makes no difference to me. Don't the cops patrol the area?"
"They come around and clear it out at around eleven but after that they don't come by. So what do you say, meet around midnight?" asked William, placing his hand on my leg, then leaning in to kiss me. After rubbing our lips together softly, he probed his tongue in, and I returned it with equal, unexpected passion. "You just might make a top out of me," said William as he disengaged from our kiss.
"I think I'd like that," I said.
William laughed, telling me how much he enjoyed being with me. "So should be hot tonight, warm weather, weekend, we'll have fun," he said, stroking my arm, looking me directly in the eyes.
"You are a hot man," I said, admiring his round, full face, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips. His neck was wide and strong, as was his shoulders and the rest of his body. Of course, I wondered what he was packing but restrained myself from reaching out and copping a feel.
After finishing our last drink, we arranged to meet at the park which was not too far away from where we were, giving me time to go home and get ready. When I arrived, I saw no sign of William but did see several guys strolling about, mostly shadowy figures in the dark. I sat on a nearby bench, enjoying the warm night air and the feel of it running though my loose shorts without underwear.
While I sat and enjoyed the sound of crickets and other evening bugs, watching several guys walk around. After appearing to be no interest in me, a stocky Black man maintained eye contact, then nodded his head. I got up and followed him to where he stood behind a large bush. He wore loose sweats an by what little light there was I could tell his cock was pretty big, and apparently hard. As I walked up to him, he greeted me with a deep voice.
"What's up," he crooned while he played with his dick. "You sucking dick?"
"Yeah," I said, approaching him, then reaching out to feel his dick.
