Random Park Cruising: Surprised Myself Going Full Dom & Throat-Fucking Him Hard

Late yesterday I was fucking tired. I worked long hours every night this week, last weekend too, no time to date and even less to hook up, no release. I don’t jerk off anymore, I’m retaining my masculine energy for real orgasms. But yesterday evening I felt like something violent was waiting to get out. I was horny in a mean way.

I took the long way home through the park. When I past by the the dark cruising stretch, I thought why not and left the lit path. It didn’t take long before I got what I wanted.

Barely thirty seconds in, I hear a soft “psst… psst…” from the bushes in the shadows. Some guy steps closer, voice low: “You wanna get your dick sucked?”

Of course I did. But I was more expecting a mutual thing. I instantly realised that he wasn’t offering a mutual thing. He was offering to serve. And honestly I’m still so surprised at what happened to me but I completely snapped into a character I didn’t know I had in me.

I turned toward him, stepped in close so he could feel my size, and said:

“Shut the fuck up. I know your kind. You’re a disgusting little bitch, aren’t you? You don’t want romance. You want me to fuck your face and degrade you. Say it. If that’s what you want, say it.”

I thought he was going to kick me away, or tell me I was crazy. I couldn’t see him right but he felt scared. But he whispered “yes” and from that point on, I lost it. I grabbed his jaw, fingers bruising, forcing his mouth open a little.

“I’m not here to be gentle,” I told him. “I’m not here to date you. You’re just a hole tonight. A warm, wet hole that I’m gonna ruin until I feel better. That’s all you are.”

His breathing became shorter. I could feel fear and want all tangled up. I could feel my pulse in my cock already, thick and leaking just from the control.

I looked down at the ground. It was muddy. No fucking way I was dropping in that filth.

“Why are you still standing,” I snapped.

He dropped so fast, I heard his knees slap the dirt. I was amazed and so fucking turned on by his obedience.

I unzipped just enough, cock and balls free, pants staying up, and just pushed into his mouth without warning. The heat closing around me… it was instant relief, finally sinking into something warm. I groaned low, hips pushing forward, feeling every inch slide deeper until his throat spasmed around the head.

“Fuck… that’s it,” I muttered. The physical pleasure was immediate and filthy: wet suction, his tongue flattened instinctively under me. Every thrust sent a jolt straight up my spine, balls already drawing tighter with each stroke. But it wasn’t just the blowjob. It was the whole week of anger and exhaustion and my blue-balled tension that had finally somewhere to go.

I started fucking his face harder, holding his head still, using him like a toy. Each time I bottomed out and felt his throat convulse, gagging, trying to push me out, it felt like I was forcing all that rage down into his body. Every retch, every wet choke, every helpless little whimper vibrated right through my shaft and made me feel powerful and in control. It was sharp, actually even vicious pleasure.

My cock throbbed hard and I was ready to experiment. So I started throwing degrading words at him.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” I growled, voice rough. “Look at you, kneeling in mud for a stranger, drooling on my dick like it’s the only thing that matters. Disgusting.”

This felt so good. Each insult loosened something tight in my chest. I’d been holding everything in and now it was pouring out through my cock and my mouth at the same time. But I was getting really excited with the power and I was worried not to last long enough to really enjoy.

I pulled out for a second, slapped my dick across his cheek, watched it leave a wet streak.

“You want this in your ass too?” I asked.

He nodded, desperate.

I laughed, dark. “No. You’re not worth it. I don’t even know your name. You’re nothing.”

I shoved back in deep, smashed his nose into my pubes, held him there until his throat fluttered wildly around me.

“What’s your name?” I asked, mocking.

He tried to pull back to answer. I gripped harder.

“Tell me with my dick down your throat.”

All that came out was a wet, garbled mess: garglbmpph or some shit.

I laughed again. “Nice to meet you, Garglbmpph.” The absurdity of it, the total humiliation I was forcing on him, all this was really going to send me over the edge. My balls ached. I was so full, heavy, ready.

I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I wanted more.

I pulled out, let my balls hang in his face.

“Suck.”

He buried himself in them, licking, sucking, worshipping. So obedient! While he lost himself there I spat on his face. Honestly I was expecting him to stop at any moment and tell me I was crazy. But he just continued sucking my balls.

So then I slapped him with an open palm, not too hard I hope. His gasp around my balls made my cock jump.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat harder now,” I told him. “You’re gonna feel this for days. I’m gonna cum all over your face, take a picture, and leave you here leaking and hard. You’ll probably crawl off and jerk yourself in the bushes, crying like the sad little sub you are. That what you want?”

He nodded so fast it was unbelievable.

I grabbed his head with both hands and started doing things I’d never done before. I was thinking I may never have another opportunity to test these porn things I’ve fantasised about. So I went for deep, brutal thrusts, no mercy. The sounds were awesome: gawk-gawk-gawk, wet choking, retching, his throat spasming like it was trying to milk me. Every gag squeezed me tighter. I could feel his tears on my fingers!

The physical sensation was overwhelming. But really it was something else. All the anger, the exhaustion, the need to finally be in power even for a little while. It was finally exploding out of me with every thrust.

When I couldn’t hold back anymore I ripped out, stroked twice, and came hard. I painted his face with thick ropes. I felt him twitch when the first one landed, like he didn’t believe me when I told him I would do that. I had a lot to give and came across his lips, cheeks, forehead, some in his hair. My legs shook. My breath came ragged. It was one of the best orgasms ever.

He stayed on his knees, wrecked, cum dripping, panting.

I took my phone, flashed the picture, his glistening, ruined face lit up white for a second.

Then I zipped up, turned, and walked away.

By the time I hit the street my whole body felt loose, light, like I’d finally shaken off a weight I’d been carrying for weeks. The anger was gone. The ache was gone. Just quiet, satisfied heat left behind.

Honestly I still can’t believe I did that. But it felt so good. I hope I find him again.