” I told him.When I returned from the ice chest, we lay there sipping our beers. After a couple of minutes, Gary said, “That’s a real turn on ..... the helpless feeling. You should try it sometime.”I thought about it for only a few seconds before responding with, “Okay, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll give it a try, but we’ll have to wash up first ... especially you.” I said, pointing to his dick which showed the obvious signs of being in an asshole.He chuckled again, “Of course, but I. I would dress in her panties and lingerie and fuck myself with her dildo. Each day my desire for the real thing grew greater. I had heard about a park by the lake where gay men would pick each other up. On Saturday afternoon I got brave & decided to see if it was true. As I drove through the park, there were plenty of men out & about, & it was obvious what they were after. I parked next to a van. It was rocking and through the window I could see a white guy fucking a black guy from. "But that's good. Wewant to be sure your system is cleared of any solids before we beginyour change." She produced some toilet paper, and began to wipe mybottom. She then bent down and brought up a large yellow bucket, andthrew the soiled paper in it. She walked across the room, opened thedoor, and set the bucket outside. "That's better" she said. After afew tries, my voice was strong enough to talk. "Marsha, please don't do this. I will give you full credit for thediscovery and will. She looked up at me and smiled before moving her lips to the head of my now rock-solid cock, and slowly engulfed me. She continued until I felt her nose against my pubic hair, stayed there for a second, and slowly pulled herself back up. She then began bobbing her head up and down at a steady rhythm, occasionally stopping to lick all the way up and down my shaft or kiss my throbbing tip. After a few minutes I pulled her up towards me, mashed my lips into hers, and flipper her over onto her.