I remember a time a met a guy in the forest preserve. We were both obviously cruising, walking down the paths shirtless, both in running shorts commando with the shapes of our dicks clearly outlined. As we approached I was first to touch my crotch. He did the same. We were both thinking about fucking now so our cocks started to grow a little bit stiffer, pointing our shorts out front a bit. We smiled at each other and walked straight toward each other until we were face to face inches apart and without a word first reached for each other with our lips. We kissed, shoving our tongues inside each other's mouths, our lips open wide and covering each other's mouths. We were breathing each other's air and our arms naturally wrapped around each other, our hard-ons pressed together. We separated our faces and smiled again at each other. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled his mouth to my nipples. He licked and bit each one, then we kissed again. Then I pulled off and put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him downward. He knew what I wanted and didn't hesitate to drop to his knees, pull down my shorts so I stepped out of them, and then covered my dick with his mouth. He was a good cocksucker. But that's not what I really wanted. I took his head between my hands and pushed his head back so he was looking up at me. I drooled some spit into his mouth and then I leaned down and said "I wanna fuck the shit out you. Are you game?" He stood up, stepped out of is shorts and leaned forward placing his hands on a stump. He spread his legs and I stood behind him and spit in my hand to lube my dick the natural way. Then I pressed my dickhead against his ass and with my fingers I pressed it in. Then I held his sides and slowly slid my dick deep into his ass. All the way in, so my balls hit his balls. That's the last thing I did slowly as I started to fuck him harder and faster with each trust until I was fucking the crap out of him and he was screaming. I had a big dick and he was actually afraid I was tearing up his insides. I kept spitting on my dick so it would at least stay somewhat lubed and not be dry fucking him too much. Finally I could feel I wasn't far from cumming, and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as possible and that meant making him cum at the same time so I wrapped my hands around his neck and squeezed tight. I cut off his breath and his circulation. He couldn't make a sound, he couldn't breathe and his face was turning red and in a big fucking sweat. Then, just as I let loose with a fucking gallon of hot thick jism shooting deep into his gut, I let loose of his throat at the same time and his body shook as he also shot a fucking gallon of cream that shot six feet in front of him. He was exhausted and fell to the ground, laying there in a soaking sweat, his back on the ground. I slowly laid down on top of him, our sweaty chests together, our crotches stirring together, and our tongues once again finding each other. "Man, I don't even know your name and I think I'm in love with you" he said. "Nah, man, that's not love. That's just hardcore man-to-man sex the way it was meant to be. That kind of fucking is best with a stranger. Today was perfect. Look for another stranger to fuck with and make it as exciting as today. I've fucked thousands of men and I don't know any of their names or numbers. One and done and I fucking love it that way. Give it a try" I told him. And then I stood up. "We came here alone, we leave alone. Take care, man." and with that I walked away, my fuck buddy still laying on the ground. If he were more assertive he should have just rolled me over and fucked me next. But he didn't try so it wasn't going to happen. He was satisfied with the experience and so was I. Yes, most definitely so was I. Time to walk a little further down the path...