Young, hot, and a hard ass — a dangerous combination. Our company’s youngest architect had a habit of removing his tie and popping open the top few buttons of his shirt during strategy sessions. Next came the sleeves, rolled all the way up his forearm, revealing thick muscle covered with a dusting of honey-blond hair.

And it’s not just Gavin’s appearance that’s distracting, it’s his behavior. His energy and enthusiasm are contagious, but he doesn’t take kindly to team members who don’t contribute. That’s when his eyes grow a little darker, his jaw a little tighter.

I’d never repeated the experience, but I was glad to have it in my repertoire. It came in very handy with new boyfriends when they inevitably and nervously asked me that crucial question: “Have you ever — y’know — done it with another woman?”

Now I had Mark practically panting as I described spreading my legs and feeling Lisa’s hot breath on my wet pussy. We were sitting together on my bed. His cock was tenting his pants, and his eyes were bright.

Girl-on-girl stuff was a typical turn-on for guys. What Mark maybe didn’t know was that a fair number of women got aroused from hearing about man-on-man sex.

So when I reached my story’s climax (no pun intended), Mark was ready to jump my bones. As he leaned in to kiss me I put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Hey, I got a question for you,” I said, grinning wickedly. “Have you ever had sex with another man?”

Tit for tat. The ol’ switcheroo. It was fun to watch some guys freak out over the question. It told me I probably shouldn’t bother with them. But I also genuinely wanted to know, for the same reasons Mark had been curious if I’d ever lezzed it up.

It was because the idea of two males having sex turned me on to no end.

Mark didn’t recoil, didn’t start blustering about his ironclad heterosexuality. Instead, his gaze dropped and he bit his lower lip. Holy shit! Was I finally going to get my gay sex story? I’d asked half a dozen guys this same question and gotten unequivocal Nos.

“Well, back when I was a college freshman — ” he said, then hesitated. “You’re not going to come unglued about this, are you?”

Excitement was suddenly racing through me. I took his hand and said reassuringly, “Of course not.”

He took a breath and told me the tale I’d been longing to hear. Mark set it up by explaining how tough his freshman year had been. He was at college on a scholarship, and if he didn’t keep his grades up he would be out of there. But the study load was killing him, and he had to spend every waking moment hitting the books. He had no social life at all, much less time for any recreational sex.

It had him totally stressed out and frantically horny. One night his dorm-mate casually suggested he go get a blowjob. “Yeah,” Mark snapped, “just go up to a woman and ask if she wants to suck me off!”

The dorm-mate shook his head. “Go to the public park three blocks away. At night it’s a heavy gay cruising park. You walk around for five minutes and some dude will come up eager to blow you.”

It dumbfounded Mark. His dorm buddy had never said anything about being gay. In fact, he dated girls! But maybe the convenience of fast, anonymous oral sex was irresistible. After a week of agonizing, Mark went to the park after dark. He was nervous as hell as he started walking the unlit paths.

Sure enough, inside of two minutes an older man sidled up and nodded toward the trees. Dazed, Mark went with him. He’d never had sexual contact with any man before this incident, but the pleasure of that male mouth was undeniable.

For that first grueling semester Mark visited the park whenever he needed some release. He never blew any of the other men, but there was always someone there who wanted to suck him.

When he finished his confessional story, it really was bone-jumping time! I was out of my mind with arousal, and Mark was still randied up by my lesbian anecdote. We fucked like mad monkeys, and I came like gangbusters, but it was images from his story that were streaming through my head. Hot dude-on-dude action! Awesome.

Spent, we dozed. When I stirred again it was night. I sat up and looked warmly at Mark lying beside me, still dead to the world. My esteem for him had only increased with what he’d told me. I liked that he trusted me with this part of his personal history.

But he hadn’t given a whole lot of detail. As I lay my head back on the pillow, my brain started conjuring the scene. There was freshman Mark walking the park’s dark pathways, eager and anxious, his cock already half-hard in his jeans. I saw the shadowy skulking men, those who came to cruise. Each was without identity beyond their sexuality, here to give or receive anonymous sex.

As my fantasy took hold I imagined Mark trading a secret eye signal with one of these figures. They moved wordlessly off the path, to the trees. I further imagined myself as that nameless male who wanted to suck Mark’s cock.

When we are under cover of the trees, I turn to him and reach boldly for his fly. No seduction, no parley. Excitement tingles all through me, and my own cock grows hard. (I had fun imagining that!) I tug Mark’s zipper down and his glorious cock springs out. I take him in my hand, squeezing the velvet flesh, feeling the intense hardness beneath.

Mark sucks in a shuddering breath. I give his meat a few slow pumps. I can feel the pleasure radiating from him in the moon-silvered darkness. I reach my other hand into his jeans and fondle his balls. The pouches are warm and they stir on my fingers.

He moans out loud, unable to stifle the sound. All the sex in this park is conducted quietly. I’m gratified by the sound, but now I desperately want to taste him. It’s what has brought me to this place — a craving for cock.

I sink to my knees, hearing leaves crackle. A night wind shivers through the branches overhead. There is a naughtiness, even a vulnerability, about this outdoor activity that makes my own cock throb. (I imagined it down my left pant-leg, my cockhead pulsing against my thigh.)

Mark’s cock rises before my face.

Once again I cradle his nutsack, steadying his twitching rod. Then I open my mouth, unfurl my tongue, and lollipop-swirl his cockhead. His whole body jumps. I catch a dewdrop of pre-come and swallow it, relishing the mild salty sting, knowing his load will be much more intense.

I close my lips around his swollen crown, still teasing his piss-slit with the tip of my tongue. My own cock is dribbling pre-come, but I’m content to let my needs build while I service this man’s gorgeous cock.

With my mouth sealed around him, I begin to slide the ring of my lips down his shaft. I feel the roadmap of tiny veins. I note each individual throb of his member. His flavor floods me, a masculine tang at once intimately familiar and wildly exotic. As an active gay man, I’ve learned that no two cocks taste exactly alike.

He gasps as I work my way down his delectable inches. I wriggle my tongue along his staff. When his cockhead reaches my gag reflex I take him with practiced skill into my throat. Soon my nose is buried in the stubble of his shaved pube patch. I’ve sucked him right down to his balls, which I continue to caress.

For the count of five I just hold him like that, showing off my cocksucking talents. I come to this park all the time, looking to blow guys, especially the hot young studs from the nearby college. I wonder if he’s a student. I wonder if he’s even gay or just using this park as a handy place for a blowjob. It doesn’t matter. We won’t exchange a single word. All I’ll know about him when this is over is the size of his cock and the taste of his come.

(This fantasy was playing vividly in my mind. Lying beside the still-sleeping Mark, I couldn’t help but begin to finger my pussy, which was suddenly streaming.)

I lift my mouth slowly, letting him feel the sweet suction I’m applying. My cheeks are flattened in around his shaft. When I have my lips around his cockhead once more, I plunge right back down him. I take him into my throat. The seal of my lips never breaks.

I increase speed steadily. Familiar neck muscles strain. The cool night air touches my chin where a little spit has run out of my mouth. I hear him gasping above me, whoever he is, each sound a soft cry of astounded pleasure. He must really be liking this!

Or, I wonder, is this his first time here? It’s possible. Somehow it makes the moment all the more precious. Now I’m seriously determined to give him the best suck-off he’s ever had. If mine is the first male mouth he’s ever had on his cock, I’m going to make sure he remembers it.

I somehow add more pressure so that my mouth is like a vacuum. The slick circle of my lips rises and drops. He never feels the graze of my teeth. My tongue doesn’t tire. I lick all up and down him. I gently squeeze his nuts, knowing I’m bringing his load to a nice simmer.

His hips are starting to jerk. I show him I can take any thrust he gives me. He strokes experimentally into my mouth and I give a growl of pleasure. His hands settle tentatively on my head. I race my mouth up and down on him.

Finally he laces his fingers into my hair and begins to seriously face-fuck me, just like I’ve wanted. My mouth moves in a blur. His cockhead bangs my tonsils.

Suddenly his balls tighten, and I feel his body wrench. A second later the first thick jet of cream explodes into the back of my throat. Eagerly I swallow, but there’s another and another, that lovely salty elixir. I take his every drop.

Fantasy changed into reality as my delving fingers brought me to a twisting orgasm there next to Mark. When the ecstasy had finished in me, I gave him a tiny kiss and closed my eyes.