Grew up in NYC and became aware that there was a heavily wooded, cruisy area right in the middle of Central Park. One sunny afternoon, early 90s, went there looking for guys out of curiosity. I knew i liked girls but basically thought, who knows, maybe i will like guys too? I was 18 and completely inexperienced with men. Even though it was nyc i was not aware of the scene so I tried to dress how i thought would be sexy for a gay guy - cutoff shorts, midriff shirt, combat boots, etc. SMH. Actually in the mid-90s that probably wouldn’t have been far off. Anyway, i caught this guy’s eye, we circled each other a bit, then he went to this partially shaded area right in the middle and leaned back against a giant rock. I approached and without speaking dropped to my knees. He whipped it out and i went to town. It was soft and smooth and musky (hot summer day). He got hard quick and kind of leaned back and just let me work on him. He was probably 7 inches, not too thick. I didn’t really know what i was doing, didn’t play with his nuts or anything. There were people around but i don’t know if anyone saw us because i was facing the rock and was pretty absorbed with what i was doing. He came in my mouth without warning and i swallowed. He zipped up, thanked me and took off.