I was coming home from a celebration of my neighborhood’s 190th anniversary. Fate allowed it to rain that day with a few rumbles of thunder. Little did I know that fate would give me a little celebration inside my mouth.
I made my way with my umbrella along a busy avenue lined with commercial shops. As I was crossing a street, a Bengali man was about to pass me, and our eyes met. What transpired next occurred in a short span of a few seconds. After a short second of my glance, I looked away. Then my eyes returned to his, and he was still looking back at me. However, unlike a casual glance between two strangers as they pass each other, his eyes remained on mine a little too long, in a way that showed some sort of familiarity.
Eventually, I did pass him, but not before turning back once I reached the other side of the narrow street. He had stopped on the corner across the street, watching me. I turned away and moved on. I pretended to read an electronic sign along the sidewalk, then used the opportunity to glance back at him again. He was still looking, but seemed to be coming back to me with uncertainty. I faced forward again before peering into a nearby jewelry store that used to be a game shop, using it as an excuse to stop and watch him again. After a moment, I once again looked back at him. He was walking back towards me. I pretended to act casual as he approached before halting next to the shop. I cautiously approached him.
He greeted me with hello, and I did the same. He was quite handsome. I had a feeling already, by the way he was looking at me, that he wanted something, but I was just surprised that it was this easy. It was further confirmed when he grabbed his crotch subliminally, asking a silent question. I saw an obvious bulge right away. I nodded, asking where we could do it. Unfortunately, neither of us could host. He said that he has “many friends” at his place. I said that my place could only host sometimes if my parents aren’t home. I suggested Forest Park, which wasn’t too far.
We turned the corner of the residential street, but only after few steps as we made our way there, he was apprehensive to go to Forest Park, claiming that it was too far. Instead, he did something that I’d never expect; he went up next to a nearby pickup truck parked along the street, then pulled out his cock, which was already hard and ready to be sucked. It was so clean, cut, and thick, which was to my preference. I even appraised his big cock to make him feel good.
I was very hesitant, being too exposed in public, but he insisted that it was okay. Feeling a bit secure with my umbrella behind me, I did the dirty, knelt down and sucked him off. I could hear him slightly moan as I orally pleased him with my mouth. We had to be interrupted only once by two passing people, and once they had safely passed, I hesitantly went back to giving him head, frequently glancing behind him in case somebody was coming. Thankfully, he didn’t take long, and repeatedly ordered me to continue as I worked my way up and down his cock until he released his big, big load into my mouth. Just like lightning shooting through the sky, his lightning shot deep into my mouth, filling it with a generous, plentiful amount of his warm semen. I swallowed it all, delighted that it was a big, delicious load.
I felt his dick pumping every drop, and I swallowed graciously, appreciating the big load. As I did, I glanced up at him with appreciation as an elevated subway train rolled by behind him.
I got up and thanked him. I suggested trading contact numbers, but he politely refused, saying that he comes here often. I told him that I live on the same block and offered my number instead, but he claimed that his phone was broken. I asked to just meet up here again, hoping that the fading ecstasy wouldn’t hinder him from considering meeting again, but he agreed.
I ended up following him, his hand around my shoulder. I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but I eventually found out that he was using me for my umbrella to walk back to the bus stop. This didn’t bother me. He confirmed that he was from Bangladesh (I love Bengali men) and I tried to convince him to meet again next week. He didn’t let go of me for all those 6 blocks until we got to the big boulevard. He said goodbye as he ran for the bus, and I went back home, harboring his kids inside my tummy, truly hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time.
I made my way with my umbrella along a busy avenue lined with commercial shops. As I was crossing a street, a Bengali man was about to pass me, and our eyes met. What transpired next occurred in a short span of a few seconds. After a short second of my glance, I looked away. Then my eyes returned to his, and he was still looking back at me. However, unlike a casual glance between two strangers as they pass each other, his eyes remained on mine a little too long, in a way that showed some sort of familiarity.
Eventually, I did pass him, but not before turning back once I reached the other side of the narrow street. He had stopped on the corner across the street, watching me. I turned away and moved on. I pretended to read an electronic sign along the sidewalk, then used the opportunity to glance back at him again. He was still looking, but seemed to be coming back to me with uncertainty. I faced forward again before peering into a nearby jewelry store that used to be a game shop, using it as an excuse to stop and watch him again. After a moment, I once again looked back at him. He was walking back towards me. I pretended to act casual as he approached before halting next to the shop. I cautiously approached him.
He greeted me with hello, and I did the same. He was quite handsome. I had a feeling already, by the way he was looking at me, that he wanted something, but I was just surprised that it was this easy. It was further confirmed when he grabbed his crotch subliminally, asking a silent question. I saw an obvious bulge right away. I nodded, asking where we could do it. Unfortunately, neither of us could host. He said that he has “many friends” at his place. I said that my place could only host sometimes if my parents aren’t home. I suggested Forest Park, which wasn’t too far.
We turned the corner of the residential street, but only after few steps as we made our way there, he was apprehensive to go to Forest Park, claiming that it was too far. Instead, he did something that I’d never expect; he went up next to a nearby pickup truck parked along the street, then pulled out his cock, which was already hard and ready to be sucked. It was so clean, cut, and thick, which was to my preference. I even appraised his big cock to make him feel good.
I was very hesitant, being too exposed in public, but he insisted that it was okay. Feeling a bit secure with my umbrella behind me, I did the dirty, knelt down and sucked him off. I could hear him slightly moan as I orally pleased him with my mouth. We had to be interrupted only once by two passing people, and once they had safely passed, I hesitantly went back to giving him head, frequently glancing behind him in case somebody was coming. Thankfully, he didn’t take long, and repeatedly ordered me to continue as I worked my way up and down his cock until he released his big, big load into my mouth. Just like lightning shooting through the sky, his lightning shot deep into my mouth, filling it with a generous, plentiful amount of his warm semen. I swallowed it all, delighted that it was a big, delicious load.
I felt his dick pumping every drop, and I swallowed graciously, appreciating the big load. As I did, I glanced up at him with appreciation as an elevated subway train rolled by behind him.
I got up and thanked him. I suggested trading contact numbers, but he politely refused, saying that he comes here often. I told him that I live on the same block and offered my number instead, but he claimed that his phone was broken. I asked to just meet up here again, hoping that the fading ecstasy wouldn’t hinder him from considering meeting again, but he agreed.
I ended up following him, his hand around my shoulder. I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but I eventually found out that he was using me for my umbrella to walk back to the bus stop. This didn’t bother me. He confirmed that he was from Bangladesh (I love Bengali men) and I tried to convince him to meet again next week. He didn’t let go of me for all those 6 blocks until we got to the big boulevard. He said goodbye as he ran for the bus, and I went back home, harboring his kids inside my tummy, truly hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time.
