I was so nervous as I made my way down the lane that I almost backed out. I’d heard so many stories about meetings like this going wrong and guys like me being beaten up. I was there to meet a man. More specifically, I was there to meet a man I had been chatting with online. We chatted for roughly 15 minutes before agreeing to meet down at the park.

I wasn’t sure what would happen when we met. I knew what I wanted to happen, though. So as soon as I shut the laptop down, I went into my nightstand and retrieved my anal lube. Using my middle finger, I quickly worked a thick dollop of it into my eager hole, letting the flat of my digit work my prostate while I considered the possibilities.

When my bottom was lubed up, I grabbed my cell phone and checked myself out in the mirror. Satisfied with my appearance, I closed my bedroom door and walked downstairs to let my mom and dad know that I was off to ride my bike.

When I got to the park, I strolled down the lane towards the restrooms. It wasn’t quite dusk, but it was late enough that I was alone. The closer I got to the drinking fountain that sits just outside the bathrooms, the more anxious I started to feel. Both of my hands were in my front pockets, and I was digging into the tops of my thighs with my fingers. From behind, I heard a man say my name.

“Timmy?”

Turning to face him, I nodded nervously and replied, “Are you Ron?”

“I’m glad you came,” he said, his expression filled with uneasiness that he tried to mask with a smile. “Do you want to go into the toilets with me?”

I nodded again, returning his nervous smile with one of my own. He let me walk in front of him, and again, I inclined to back out. It wasn’t the sex that had me on edge. I lost my anal virginity when I was eighteen. Now I was a sophomore at college and had taken more than my fair share of cocks. A lot of my encounters had taken place in the very park restroom I was leading Ron into, and I enjoyed them all.

What had me so pensive was the anonymous part. Meeting a stranger and letting him fuck me in the ass was my deepest, darkest fantasy, and now it was about to come true. The part that made me nervous was the reality that I was potentially putting myself in harm’s way in order to get myself laid. Still, I wanted it more than anything at the moment, which was why I worked up the gumption to take him to the last stall, furthest from the door, and lock the door behind him.

When the stall door was shut, I looked him over with a hungry gaze in my eyes. Licking my lips, I reached out and unbuttoned his pants, peeling them off of his hips while his boner poked through the opening in the front of his boxers. My little boner was straining in my cargo shorts, its outline easy to spot as it pointed straight up. When his jeans fell to the floor, I smiled warmly and hooked the waistband of his boxers while he watched with disbelieving eyes. As they came down, his rigid man’s cock came into view, and I let go of a soft moan.

It was about eight and a half inches in length and probably four inches in diameter. I wanted to get on my knees and suck it for him, but I resisted because that wasn’t part of my fantasy. I saw that the head was leaking with pre-cum, so I made my move by pulling my shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop, letting them puddle up at the top of my shoes.

He set his eyes on my 19-year-old small dick, making me blush as I compared it to his big man’s cock.

“Jesus, you got a small cock,” he said, making me blush.

“Sorry,” I said.

He shrugged. “A cock is a cock, right? Don’t fret it, kid.”

“I suppose,” I said, knowing that he was just being kind, but inside, he was judging me as a small-dick loser.

And he was right. I was under half his size in every way, and we could both see it. My dick was short, skinny, and completely useless. It just didn’t grow when puberty hit, and the doctors have told me it won’t grow even now in the last few years of my puberty. The tiny patch of hair that was growing around its base was laughable compared to his well-manicured man bush. I had a long string of pre-cum hanging off the end of my little dick that he seemed to be concentrating on, but I interrupted the show by turning to face away from him and bending over.

With my well-lubed bottom sticking straight out in his direction, all he had to do was hang onto my hips and line up. I felt his cock slide between my plump butt cheeks, then the head contacted my pucker, and I moaned. When he pushed in, I shivered with horny anticipation. Then I felt his cock get hot as it slid the rest of the way up my butt. He froze for a moment, letting himself get used to the heat and tightness of my rectum, which was involuntarily clamping down around his shaft.

After about 10 seconds, he tightened his grip on my waist and began to thrust back and forth. As soon as he began to move, I felt a naughty thrill roll through my short, skinny frame, and my dark hair began to stand up on the back of my neck.

His big cock felt so good inside of me as it tore along the length of my love tunnel. The mushroom-shaped head was bullying its way into my moist depths, then he would pull back, and it would scrape along the lining of my anus, catching my prostate and stimulating every nerve ending along the way. My head started to spin as soon as I felt him take the first thrust, and before I knew it, I was pushing back with my hips, anxious to hasten each inward plunge. I could hear him panting and groaning with every stroke he fed me, his labored breaths giving away his pleasure.

Less than 45 seconds into our ride, he began to rabbit fuck me. His pelvis began to slap into my upturned rear end while the pace of his breathing grew frantic. I could feel his dick starting to swell inside of me, telling me what was about to happen. My small dick was on fire, tingling with nothing but carnal pleasure and drooling with pre-cum as he fucked me harder and harder. It seemed like the faster he went, the deeper it felt like he was fucking me.

Out of nowhere, he slammed his pole all the way up my chute and froze; then I felt his cock pulsate violently, and my bottom filled up with hot jizz. I could feel every shot that he fired off, spurting forcefully against the walls of my ass and rushing all around his cock. I was hissing with pleasure as the gooey seed he was breeding me with coated every inch of my love tunnel, running like a river along my throbbing prostate. When he finally stopped shooting off inside of me, he used his cock to take a few more thrusts, then he pulled out and hiked his pants and boxers.

While I was still bent over, recovering from the luscious butt fucking that he’d given me, he buttoned his pants and left the bathroom stall. Realizing that rendezvous had played itself out in full, I hiked my pants and underwear and made my way back out of the park while my freshly fucked rear end hummed with pleasure.

 

The End.

 

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