As I have stated in most of my encounters, I attended a small state college in Georgia in the early 1980s. Even though the times were very different, and it wasn’t nearly as easy to be openly gay, the school did have a relatively large homosexual population, so discrete encounters were routine.
There was a nearby park were a group of us hung out most evenings and it was known for being rather cruisy. This is where I met Chip and you can read about our first encounter in my linked stories.
As the weeks progressed, Chip and I made regular weekend hookups with him picking me up at the park and driving us to the secluded housing development that was under construction. This gave us uninterrupted opportunities for outdoor sucking and fucking. This guy knew what he was doing. He wasn’t one of the cocky Alpha Males that are such a turn-off for me. Yes, he was strictly a top, but lacked all the macho bullshit that toxic masculinity can bring.
On one Friday evening, we were standing around chatting in the park, just hanging out and enjoying the chill in the air. I’m hot-natured so the lower 60-degree temps didn’t bother me. Chip didn’t seem to mind them either because he was wearing his signature jogging shorts with matching tank top and running shoes.
As we horsed around and made general comments and chatted, I could tell something was a little off with Chip. He seemed mildly distracted, like something was on his mind, but I opted not to press him after a couple of attempts to have him open up. Eventually, a shiny new Lincoln Continental pulled up and parked in front of us. A short, hunky guy who could have passed for Chip’s brother hopped out. He was roughly 5’6” with a narrow waist and muscular arms and legs. He looked as if he had been poured into his 501’s with the front buttons stretched to the max trying to keep his meat caged.
Chip smiled and said, “Holy Shit!” and motioned me to follow him. He gave the guy a big hug and introduced me to his friend Bobby. Physical similarities aside, the two men could not have been more different personality-wise. While Chip was someone who was more reserved and did not necessarily give off overt gay vibes, Bobby was over-the-top flamboyant. He had actually shouted, “Hey Miss Thang!” as we had approached.
“Like my new ride?” Bobby gestured to his car. “Big Daddy gave it to me.”
Chip explained that “Big Daddy” was the owner of a local car dealership who had an eye for young guys like Bobby.
We made a little small talk before Bobby excused himself. He said he was on his way to a local truck stop to try to suck some trucker dick. Once he pulled away Chip told me that he had known Bobby for years. He initially had been interested in hooking up with Bobby but found that Bobby was what he called a “Chub Chaser”. Bobby had confessed that if a guy was under 350 pounds, he wasn’t interested. This was a new term for me and was a welcome part of my growing vocabular and exposure to other aspects of the gay community.
Without realizing it, Chip and I had started walking down one of the paths that lead to the back of the park. I don’t remember what all we talked about. Mostly generic stuff about my school and him working in construction hanging drywall.
We ended up behind the racquetball court and Chip sat on one of the picnic tables there. I noticed chill bumps on his shoulders and arms, so I sidled up to him and started rubbing them to warm him up. He smiled, but still seemed distant.
I asked if he was okay, and he nodded. I took his hands, which also had a chill and held them to my cheeks. Chip’s smile broadened and he leaned forward to kiss me. Man, this guy is possibly the best kisser I have ever encountered. Just full-on passion – and the slightest tickle from his thin moustache was exhilarating. He raised French-kissing to an artform.
After a few minutes of tongue wresting, I started gently kissing Chip’s neck. He responded by tossing his head back and giving me full access. I still recall how turned on I would get just be seeing his Adam’s apple. At the time, I had no idea as to fetishes, but today as an older man, I know that a pronounced Adam’s apple is a definite trigger for me.
As I kissed his neck and nibbled his ears, I noticed a distinct difference in smell from previous encounters. As an avid runner, Chip had always had a pleasant aroma of perspiration mixed with the mild fragrance of a body spray. This night, he smelled of freshly washed skin. I found this even more arousing.
As I continued pressing pleasure points around Chip’s neck, he slid his hips closer to me and my raging hardon was pressed against him through my jeans. I made my way down to his groin and rubbed his cock through the nylon fabric of his shorts. I pulled the fabric aside to reveal his gorgeous dick. He had the perfect mushroom head and was a little over 7” with an upwards curve that had always hit my G-Spot perfectly. I licked his cock and teased the head while I massaged his low-hanging balls.
I slowly took Chip’s cock into my mouth and started moving my head up and down while continuing to play with his balls. Again, I was struck by how clean and fresh he smelled and tasted. This spurred me on to give him the best oral attention I could offer. I deepthroated him and just held his cock in place for a few seconds before pulling off.
Chip was in heaven. He had a white-knuckle grasp on the edge of the table and his head was still thrown back in euphoria. The way his hard, yet pliant and velvety cock felt in my mouth and throat was simply amazing. I didn’t want him to cum too quickly, so I pulled away from his dick and started tonguing his balls. Chip let out a gasp and I could feel him trembling, but it wasn’t from the cold night air.
Chip arched his ass off the picnic table, and I instinctively pulled his jogging shorts down and removed them completely. He sat there in only his tank top and running shoes. I placed his shorts on the table so that he could sit on them; not wanting him to potentially pick up a splinter.
We kissed some more before I felt Chip starting to pull away and lean back. He scooted a little further back onto the table and brought his feet up to rest on the edge of the table. With his knees bent, Chip presented me with a perfect, lovely view of his stiff cock and low-hanging balls. He reached down and pulled his ball sack up to give me an even better view of his taint and asshole.
I leaned forward and started licking the hinterlands of Chip’s taint. This is one of my favorite things to do with a partner, mainly because I know how much I enjoy having it done to me.
Chip started moaning and pushed his hips forward. This prompted me to suck his taint harder. He was loving it, and finally I moved on to rimming his rosebud. I thought Chip was going to buck out of control. He grabbed my wrists and squeezed while he pressed his starfish against my tongue. Now for anyone who has read any of my earlier stories, you know that I have a very talented oral appendage. I can touch the tip of my nose with it as well as the lower part of my chin. I can tie a cherry stem into a knot using my tongue and use it to full measure when rimming a nice, clean ass and tonight Chip’s was fresh.
This was one of those times when few, if any, words were spoken between sexual partners. The entire moment was raw and instinctual. Chip had prepared himself for the night, and I was following his non-verbal cues.
I licked his starfish up and down and felt it pucker as Chip pressed his ass muscles tight. I licked in a circle around his rosebud before ultimately plunging my tongue into his velvety ass. Chip exhaled and tightened his grip on my wrists. His legs were now lifted completely from the table, giving me even greater axes to his innermost part. I darted my agile tongue in and out of his tunnel and Chip responded by bucking and grinding his ass forward to meet my ministrations; his legs were kicking back and forth in the night air. I had obviously hit a pleasure spot.
Chip finally released his death grip from my wrists and quickly held his legs higher and farther apart. His hole was good and wet from my licking and sucking, but I knew that Chip wanted more. I inserted my index finger and wiggled it around in Chip’s anus. He instantly started fucking his ass onto my finger. Once I was convinced that he was thoroughly lubed I inserted a second finger and ultimately a third and triggered his prostate. I looked up to meet Chip’s gaze. He was breathing heavily and had a look of lust and determination in his eyes. I recall how he bit his upper lip and gave me the slightest nod of approval. With that, I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with the tip my cock.
I rubbed it up and down the entrance of his rectum and gathered my saliva onto it. Gently, I pushed forward, and I heard Chip gasp and catch his breath. Once I was all the way in, I started to slowly rock back and forth to give us both time to adjust to the pressure and the warmth of the moment. As I started to pick up speed with my thrusts, Chip matched me with equal intensity by thrusting his ass harder and deeper onto my cock.
I leaned forward and put my arms underneath Chip’s waist and lifted him up off the picnic table. He locked his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist as we started Frenching again. We quickly found our rhythm in this new position as I fucked upward and Chip ground his tight ass down on my cock. After a few minutes of intense hammering away at each other I felt myself about to reach climax. I tried to pull away and warned Chip that I was about to cum. He responded by wrapping his legs tighter around my waist. After a few more pumps, I exploded into Chip’s ass, and we finally disengaged from kissing.
I was spent and out of breath. I leaned forward and laid Chip back onto the picnic table, my cock was still semi-hard and deep in the recesses of his ass. Chip lifted his tank top and started pounding on his cock while he continued to grind himself onto my dick. Normally, I am one and done, but something about the night was magical. We were vulnerable out in the open fucking on a public picnic table behind a racquetball court.
It didn’t take long before Chip’s breathing became more intense, and his stomach muscles started to contract. His whole body shuddered, and his legs flailed at my side as he reached orgasm. Thick ropes of cum shot up onto his chest and his six-pack abs. This sent a spark through me, and I reached another orgasm while fucking Chip.
I finally pulled myself from Chips asshole, which was now leaking two loads of my spunk. I moved forward and started licking his semen from his chest and abdomen. Some of it had pooled into his belly button. I savored every bit of its sweetness. We kissed once more, and Chip tasted his own cum that was still on my lips and tongue.
As we came down from our sexual high, we reluctantly got dressed and started towards our cars. Amazingly, neither of us said a word. This was the last time that I saw Chip as this encounter was near the end of the semester followed by Christmas holidays.
As a side note, the following semester the park was quiet with few people hanging out. The scourge of AIDS was an international threat and even though we were previously aware of the dangerous situation, something about the group psyche in my area kicked in and people started staying home or limiting sexual activities. I know that I dodged a bullet during that early time of coming out and discovering myself. I know that I allowed passion, and hormones get the best of me a few times, but I am thankful that I am now much older and wiser.
