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Boston-- Went cruising to a local outdoor area recently. While looking around I started playing with this young guy who wanted some head. We went behind some bushes (it was about 9:00 p.m.). He whipped out a decent size piece of meat, pushed me to my knees, and began to fuck my mouth, literally. He came very quickly, shoving the whole length into my mouth and cumming directly into my throat. He pulled out very quickly, zipped up, and jogged off.

I was pretty worked up by then and spotted this older man standing off a little who had apparently been watching the whole encounter. I walked over to where he was standing to get a better look at him. He was about 6' 2", solidly built, very dark skinned, very intense look.

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We just kept looking at each other. I wanted to waste no time; I sank to my knees and opened my mouth, wide.

He pulled me to my feet and opened his shirt, commanding me to lick his chest and suck his very large, very black nipples.

He had a great stomach (sounds weird, but it was one of those types that almost seem like a beer belly but are extremely solid and firm).

He just kept rubbing his hands all over my head and face. He then put a rubber on his meat. Very large and just as solid as the rest of him- He fucked my mouth and yanked open my shirt, pulling on my nipples.

What made it even more wild was that we were near a sidewalk in a park that has a great deal of foot traffic and could have easily been seen.

There I was, 6', 200 Ibs, on my knees, jeans around my ankles, shirt pulled open, and my mouth stuffed with this huge dick attached to this even larger man.

He fucked my mouth for awhile and then said he had to go piss. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started moving off. I still do not know why I said what I did, but I asked him why he had to move off.

He stopped dead in his tracks and a wicked smile came over his face. He came back up to me, still on my knees, and pointed the head of his hose at my face and let loose.

It was great. He doused my face, hair, and the front of my shirt. I stuck my tongue out to try it and found it was not bitter or sickeningly sweet (something I had encountered before in my limited experience with piss). It was just right. I would let my mouth fill up and then let it dribble out.

He had this incredulous look and seemed to be really floating on the idea of dominating me and watching me revel in it.

He seemed to piss forever. Finally he stopped and started to jack off. He quickly shot a large load into the puddle of piss around me, shoved my head down face first into the puddle of cum and piss, and told me to start licking and to jerk off. He had me shoot the load into the puddle as well.

He pushed my mouth down one final time and then lightly placed his workboot on my head, forcing my face again into the puddle.

I looked up, he smiled, said thanks, and walked off.

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Scum, Boyd McDonald's 13th volume of true sex histories.