Cruising Curry Park

“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Not much,” I answered. “I’m just on my way home from having a few beers.”
“Cool,” fumbling with his crotch again, “what are you looking for?”
“Well,” rubbing my thumb across the bulge in my pants. Almost fully hard now. All it needed was just a little more room to grow. “I was hoping to get sucked off before going home.”
“Well, this is your lucky day,” he smiled real big, “cause I love to suck, and I’m very good at it.”
I smiled and began pulling down my zipper. I noticed the hair sticking out of the neck of his shirt. His dark arms were quite hairy also.
“In fact,” he continued as he watched me pulled it out, “I want you to pound my face, with that big thing of yours.” His eyes lit up as he stared at it.