This is a true story from the time I grew up in the rural/suburbia of North Atlanta in 1980’s. The Chattahoochee River run from North Georgia all the way to Florida along the Alabama border, snaking through metropolitan Atlanta along the way. East Jones Bridge Park is a county-run park across the river from Jones Bridge Park, which is part of the National Park Service. The river is very wide between the two parks (about 120 yards) and fairly shallow, making it a popular place for fly-fishing.
When I was in high school, East Jones Bridge Park had a gravel parking lot in front of the large covered pavilion that was along the river. Off to the side of the pavilion was a small men’s room and ladies room that backed up to each other. The men’s had a single toilet and sink with wooden walls. There was a large grassy field to the left as you faced the river. On both sides of the park there were hiking trails through the woods and along the river. It was a great place to play football or throw a Frisbee, as well as wading out to the rocks for the sun or rafting.
Subdivision construction was beginning along the road that leads to the park. It wasn’t a well-known park except to the locals, so the park was never crowded. I went there in the afternoons during the summer and fall with friends, and usually we were the only ones there except for the fisherman or the occasional dog walker. The park closed at sunset, and you didn’t want to get caught by the Gwinnett County police inside the park after dark!
One afternoon, while we were playing frisbee football, I ran up to the restroom to piss and I saw all of the graffiti on the walls. I realized that some people who came to the park were looking for a blowjob. I read the writings and looked at the pictures, and of course became very hard. I noticed most of the times listed were around lunchtime, but it was hard to tell what was old and what was recent. I stood there lightly stroking and trying to figure out if there was any action, when one of my friends banged on the door. He yelled, “What are you doing in there? Jacking off?” Then I heard several of the guys laughing. So I quickly zipped up and left, telling them to screw themselves.
A few days later I drove out to the park. It was the first time I had driven there and I made a wrong turn, but figured out my mistake and arrived at the park around 1pm. There were a half dozen cars in the parking lot. I got out and walked around the pavilion. From the railing I could see a couple of men fishing in the river. There was one man sitting at a picnic table eating his lunch and reading a newspaper. And there was one older man in the pavilion smoking a cigarette. He was about 6’1 (a little taller than me), white hair cut a little longer than a crew cut, and he had dark framed glasses. He had a wedding ring so I knew he was married. I figured the other cars belonged to people hiking. I made eye contact with the older man a couple of times, but he broke it off, so I didn’t think he was interested. I walked down the river and glanced back to the pavilion, and the older man was gone. I went back to the pavilion and he was standing in the parking lot smoking another cigarette. He looked at me a little longer than normal, and then rubbed his crotch. There was the signal! I slightly nodded my head yes to signal I was interested. He smiled and nodded back, and then started walking towards the woods. I immediately followed, about 100 ft behind him.
The trail that ran through the woods stayed close to the river. Even though there was a lot of foliage, you could see still clearly out to the river and across to the far bank. I had a rush of excitement thinking about sucking this man while people could view us across the river. As we walked, the man would look back at me to make sure I was following. The older man kept walking until he came to the closest subdivision, which was under construction. He chose a vacant house and went inside the garage. Now I was scared to death, and I thought, had this man tricked to have me arrested? Even though I had sucked a lot of guys at a local park before, not being in my normal location had me very nervous. The man just stood in the garage as I walked closer to him.
He called out to me and mentioned how the trail was starting to get overgrown. I muttered “yeah”, and then he asked me if I came to the park very often. I answered that I usually came with friends in the late afternoon. Then he asked what I was doing at the park today? My first thought was, “Damn, I’ve been busted”. I replied I was just hanging out.
He started rubbing the front of his pants and said he came to the park when he was horny. I could see his cock growing inside his pants. I was wearing gym shorts and my cock was starting to tent! He asked me if I wanted to see inside the house. “Yes!”
He went upstairs to center bathroom, which had a window that overlooked the front of the house. He said he had to pee and pulled his dick out. I started to back out (still not sure he was for real), but he told me it was okay if I watched. I stared at his dick as he peed into the toilet. It was exciting to watch him. He had a nice sized cut dick, and the skin color was very pale. He pubes were gray and very thick. He held his dick out after he finished and stroked it a couple of times. He asked me if I liked it and I told him it was very nice. I remember he laughed and said “really?” I told him, “Yes, it is very sexy”. By then he was getting very hard, and my cock was straight up in my gym shorts. He reached over and tugged on my cock through my shorts. I pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang free. He grabbed it and jacked me a little. I reached over to grab his cock. It was very firm but still soft. I leaned over and licked the tip. He asked me if I wanted to suck him. “Yes!”
I squatted down and licked under his dick and his balls. I realized that even though he had a thick bush, he didn’t have hair around his crotch and very few hairs on his balls. I worked his balls in my mouth, and jacked his cock. Pre-cum was running out and I smeared it along the length of his cock. I moved my mouth up and engulfed his cock slowly as he moaned in pleasure. I bobbed up and down, enjoying the warm of his cock and the taste of his pre-cum. I sucked him for 4-5 minutes before he stopped me and had me stand up. He sat on the toilet and took my cock in his mouth. His mouth was so hot and I was filling his mouth with my own pre-cum. He reached down to my balls and fondled them as he continued sucking me. We switched back and forth sucking each other. I remember he asked me not to cum in his mouth. When I was close to cumming I told him. He pulled off of me and jacked me into the sink. I remember my white cum looked yellow against the white porcelain.
When I finished shooting my cum, I knelt back down and started to suck him. He asked me if I wanted to him to cum in my mouth, and for some reason I said “no”. I gave him my best bj, using my tongue under his cock and my hands to caress his balls. After a couple of minutes, he told me he was about to cum. I kept sucking him, and then he warned me that he was cumming and tried to pull back. I locked an arm around his legs and held him tight as he shot his cum in my mouth. I sucked harder until I got every drop. Then I pulled off of his cock, and as I looked him in the eyes, I swallowed his load. He gave me a shocked look and he said, “I thought you didn’t want me to cum in your mouth”. I replied that his cock tasted so good that I wanted his cum really badly. He smiled and we walked back to the park.
I got the impression that he didn’t get sucked very often — that he mainly did the sucking. He kept asking me if I really liked his cock, if I enjoyed sucking him, if his cum good. By the time we were at the park, I was hard again. I asked him if he wanted another blowjob, but he said he couldn’t get it up again so quickly. Besides, he needed to get home to his wife. I asked him about the cruising at the park, and he said there wasn’t very much. He asked me about my sucking other guys. I told a little of what I had done, and how I liked to get fucked. He smiled and asked me if I wanted to meet him again. “Yes!’ — but that’s another true story.