This story is named for the city park near where I grew up. When I lived there, this is how I felt and this is what I wished would have happened. While working on my series, The Roommate, another cocksucking fantasy of mine, I discovered this story unfinished and decided to wrap it up and offer it to my readers.
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"I'll tell you what, Peter," said the older man. "I live just around the corner. If you come with me I promise you will be safe and respected, and I promise you pleasure like you've never experienced before. I'm betting you'll leave my place wanting more if you're willing to give it a shot."
Peter looked at the man, holding his direct gaze, and his mind raced. A blowjob from a man was something he'd always secretly wanted but the butterflies that had instantly started fluttering in his stomach made him hesitate. After a long moment he stood up and the other man smiled. "My name is Jason," he said. "Walk with me. I promise you do not need to touch me, I will remain fully clothed, and if it any time you tell me no or tell me to stop, I will."
Peter sensed that he could trust this man. His appearance, his demeanor, the way he talked, the obvious sincerity in his gaze told him in his gut that he was safe and he had a chance here to get something he had fantasized about since he first became sexually aware.
The truth of the matter was that Peter had grown up on this street and he had wandered back here while visiting in town after moving away because it was night time, he was lonely, and because he was very, very horny.
He had grown up on a street where, at the intersection he walked many times on the way away from or toward home, there were always men who idled along the sidewalks or perched on doorsteps with only one purpose. It was a gay cruising area.
Many a hungry eye had followed him as he passed by, but he had never had the nerve to return the looks or accept the unspoken invitations. Nevertheless he had secretly been aroused by the idea of a man sucking his cock.
Since he had started having sexual urges at an early age, he had imagined that a pair of wet lips and a talented tongue could provide far more sensual pleasure than mere fucking. He certainly loved to fuck and he was not at all attracted to men, but he sensed that a man would know very well what it felt like and therefore would know how to pleasure a cock well.
There was something very erotic to Peter about being wanted and being pleasured the way a man might do it, with no need to do anything but enjoy; to have his body be a playground for the enjoyment of such a man, the way no woman would want.
He had gone out for a walk and ended up here on this doorstep across from his former home with this craving to know what it would be like in the back of his mind - the possibility that perhaps now he could find out. When he noticed the older man hesitate, looking down the street at him from the corner where men still cruised, he held the man's gaze from half a block away. Then the man turned and started walking towards him, and his heart started racing. There were the familiar butterflies in his stomach at the thought that his fantasy might come true.
It made him nervous and aroused all at once, and now here he was at the crossroads between his secret desires, his craving to feel the incredible pleasure that a hand could never match, and the common sense that told him it could be dangerous to go into a stranger's home. His desires had been a secret no one knew about, but the fulfilling of those desires were an even greater thing that he must keep hidden.
The older man greeted him and made small talk about the pleasant temperature and the neighborhood, asking his name and why he was there. Then he made the invitation which started our story.
Jason's warm smile and Peter's illicit and overwhelming urges won the battle. He began walking up the street side by side with the man who promised to give him what he had so often thought about getting.
He needed his cock sucked. He needed it worshipped and licked and tongued. He needed his cock teased and stroked. He needed the warm and wet of a mouth and the exquisite sensual pleasure that could only be created by the varying pressure of a pair of lips and the lapping and flicking of a tongue. He needed to cum so badly after a long, slow session of a pair of lips wrapped round his cock, all the more erotic knowing that the one giving him this ultimate sexual pleasure was craving his cock and enjoying the taste and smell and textures and feel of his manhood to the utmost.
As they walked, Jason kept up the small talk that helped the younger man keep his mind off any hesitations. Where did he live now? What was it like growing up in this neighborhood of old brick townhouses and backyards? What brought him back to the city? What were his hobbies and interests?
Peter gave his replies as the trees and lampposts and the houses slipped by and it seemed only a minute or two before they stopped in front of a townhouse turned into apartments. They entered through a tasteful foyer and walked down a short hall, and he was ushered into a warm, well furnished apartment.
Jason offered the tall, slender, good looking young man a drink and sat him on a comfortable couch in a darkened living room.
"Now, Peter," he said, "I want you to understand that I am going to undress you and touch you everywhere, and I am going to use my hands and my mouth and nothing else to give you the kind of pleasure you need and deserve... the kind of pleasure I think you may well find beyond anything you've experienced before."
"As I have already promised, I will remain clothed. You do not need to touch me and I will do nothing to bring you anything but pleasure. If at anytime something I do makes you uncomfortable, simply tell me to stop and I promise I will do so."
"I have no intention of hurting or humiliating you. I am going to enjoy your body because I want to. It's as simple as that, and I know well that you will enjoy what I'm going to do to you very, very much. Is that ok?"
