I parked my car with the nose pointing to the park and the walking trails. There were about ten cars parked closest to the edge of the parking lot and three others like me at the edge of the woods. I looked over to the white Ford about twenty feet to my left and saw no one in it. To my right was a Dodge van only ten feet away with a guy in it reading a paper or something. He looked up at me, smiled and then lit a cigarette. Taking a drag, he looked at me again and blew smoke out of his window.
I watched him for a few more minutes before I got out of my car and walked to the rear where I was able to adjust my cock with hopes of giving this guy a blow job. I haven't had any cock in about two weeks being busy at work. Having no boyfriend, finding a stud takes time. Not into ABS's or the internet. A find like this may prove a great sexual experience for both of us. I checked my reflection in the rear window before heading to his van.
I walked slowly to the open driver's window and looked in and saw his pants unzipped and a cum rag on the seat next to where he sat. I smiled at him and softly asked, "How you doing?"
Showing no shame he smiled and said, "A lot better if I had some help."
He pulled out his cock and jerked it a few times. My eyes got big in seeing a beautiful mushroom head attached to five inches of hard fuck muscle with a neat brown bush of hair. My mouth watered. I reached in with my right hand and took hold of his shaft.
"That is a beauty," I said looking into his brown eyes. "I'm Brian and I may be able to help you. Do you live around here?" I continued to caress the mushroom head of the now thick six-inch cock.
He smiled at me and with a low sexy voice said, "Yes. Not far from here. We can go there now. Would you like that?" With his right hand he reached up and touched my face gently. His left rested on my hand that held his penis.
"Oh yes I would like that," I said. "I want to feel your manhood explode in my mouth. Can I follow you now? Please?"
"Let's go."
I released his organ, and he started his van. I got in my car and followed him to the main road. We headed across town, and he turned onto an older city street and pass a large brick Catholic church. He turned into a driveway just to the rear of the church and parked the van next to a smaller brick building. He got out and walked up three stairs to the buildings screened in porch and waited for me to join him.
"Is this your place?" I asked looking into his beautiful eyes. He couldn't be over twenty-six years old.
"Yes, please come in." He opened the door to the porch to enter. There stood another older man with thin grey hair dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt. He kissed my new friend and said, "Justin, who's your friend? Another sinner?"