I walked over to the park for a little time in the sun and saw a friendly man. We talked a little and we both had interesting and differing points. We argued over girls, and the parade of fine flesh that walked through the park. Then it came more to us, to be with a man. I had to blush, hard it was a deep fantasy, a dream that did not let it's self be fully grasped. We talked, my desire to hear more grew his voice and manners drawing me in until we were walking out of the park. Now together his arm around me soft and secure. Feelings rushed over me is it wrong or just un-acted lust? We walked he took my hand and talked, of loving me. His pleasure would be in me.
Now inside we waked down the steps to a cool half lit room. His soft hands held me replacing a hand for silk thongs. The silk, strong soft, firmly holding my arms. He stripped me and smiled in the half-light. I could see him undress, and play with his cock. He was shaved smooth, fingers running over the skin holding his cock. I tried to look at his face but that smooth cock and sack drew me back, back the moth I was. His face came into the light and his soft smile. I looked at him face hot with my blush. He ran his hands over my chest played with nipples and hair, then my navel and to my thick curly pubic hair.
