Night Patrol

I fetched the last two condoms and a tiny packet of lubricant from my toiletries bag and slipped it in the back pocket of my sweat pants. Must get a new pack, I thought to myself and headed off to the place I swore I'd never return, again and again, after visiting it, again and again.

I arrived just after two in the morning, perfect timing; when most of the queens had wrapped up their gossip session and the silhouettes paces in the dark - increasingly impatient. There must've have been two dozens of cars and motorcycles already parked at the circular parking area when I arrived. Nice crowd. I lit a cigarette as I got out from my car and headed straight down the pathway between the two lakes - dimly lit by the still reflections of the water and occasional cars passing through the highway distance ahead.

I have been a regular at the park, on and off for the past six years. And now that I live in KL, this place has never disappoint whenever I needed a quick fix late in the night. Words has been going around that sometime people get beaten up in the park, or car got broken into - and even undercover policemen sometimes targets the area but  I have been lucky enough to never encounter any undesirable situations so far. The only thing to watch out for are the fishermen - they ride their motorcycle in the park almost every night from spots to spots around the lake, although I doubt clueless, I was sure they are pretty harmless.

I lit another cigarette as I leaned on the cold railings by the concrete deck,  adjusting to dark shadows and the sound of light footsteps move around me, occasionally breaking fallen branches . I knew my body size alone would do well in cruising places like this and I usually never have to look very hard because my gut feeling and my intuition has always been right (most of the time) when it comes to guessing a guy's appearance just by looking only at silhouettes. Halfway through my cigarette, a guy approached me, but he had soon left awkwardly, after learning that I am uncut.

"Sorry ye, I ingat Malay." He said, turning around and vanished between the bamboo trees quicker than he had came.

I lit my third cigarette, still standing on the same spot, when a second man came and introduced himself as Dil. "Jockstrap ke tu?" he asked as his fingers danced around my bulge. "How you know?" I asked with a sly smile on my face. "Macam rough." He answered, rubbing my cock through my pants. Dil was dark skinned and tall, not exactly built but has a large body frame. His cock was already hard and poking through his army green gym shorts. I pulled his shorts down to reveal his circumcised cock as I went down on my knees and wrap my mouth around it.

The Malay guy who left me earlier had returned, standing next to Dil, with his cock pointing out at me. I had decided to ignore the first guy, completely, given what had happened earlier just because I'm a sore bitch like that. I was even more satisfied to know that Dil had not reciprocated to his touch, or paid attention to his hard cock. I only realized there was a third guy  when Dil pulled his cock out from my mouth and pointed at the new guy next to him. I obliged and went down on the third guy with my right hand working on Dil's already wet cock. The first guy is not getting it tonight.

Dil pulled me up between my arms and turned me around to face the lake while his other finger played with my hole. Anticipating what he had in mind, I reached for the condoms in my back pocket now hanging at knee level and handed it to Dil. I didn't have to wait long to feel him entering as both of his hand pulling on the band of my jockstrap, fucking me steadily. At this point, the first guy had moved to my right, still working on his cock, perhaps hoping that I would do something about his tool, and the third guy was on my left, stroking my cock and playing with my nipple as Dil fucked me. Avoiding any eye contact with the first guy, I offered the second condom to the third, inviting him to fuck. The third guy took over when Dil willingly pulled out and throws his used condom on the floor. Condom's empty. The third guy was furious. He fucked fast and cummed fast. I wasn't enjoying his thrusts because there was no rhythm. He was fast, messy and sloppy, but the idea of being used like that turned me on.  He never announced that he came but for a brief moment, I thought I felt he erupted in the condom. He disposed his used condom into the lake and left.

"Still have condoms?". Dil went back into position behind me and whispered into my ears. I shook my head. "No more". I spread my leg a little further as Dil slide his cock between my sweaty ass cheek. Caught in the moment, my right hand reached behind, catching his cock and slowly guide it back into my hole, and parked it there. Your call, I thought to myself. I felt the pressure as Dil slide his shaft back in, but slower this time, as if seeking for a second approval, but I just stood there, letting out soft moans, enjoying every inch of him entering me.

He pulled out and came between my legs, aiming his loads onto the concrete floor. "Thanks Bro" He whispered, pinching my nipple as he pulled up his gym shorts and walked away. Still ignoring the first guy, I pulled up my sweat pants and too, disappeared into the pathway slowly after Dil. Bitch

I moved into the 'dark room', inside the abandoned hut where shadows moved around like lost souls. My watched beamed 03:24. I need to fucking cum and go home. I stood beside a shattered window, allowing faint light from outside to cast shadow on me, patiently waiting for someone to approach. I must have rejected at least five attempts from other guys before a nice solid shadow came walking in and circled around as if he has a night vision before settling next to me.  Staring straight ahead, I lit another cigarette and let my other hand move around his bulge. As he unbuttoned his jeans, he slowly moved to face me directly. I was right, this guy is tall and solid. Our eyes met very briefly and he leaned in for a kiss - a mixture of cigarette and beer. Still kissing, his hand reached behind me and pulled my ass cheek apart, his fingers poking into my anus. "Can fuck?" He asked, breaking the kiss. I nodded and turned around, now facing the brick wall, pulling my pants down to my knees and guided his cock to my hole. At this time, there were already a few spectators around us, while I leave it to him to fend off the rest who tried to participate. He then pulled out abruptly not long after I unloaded, "Sorry, I cum already" He whispered but breathing heavily. "It's okay, me too. Thanks.". I said as I pulled up my sweat pants. "I go out first" I added.

I waited for him outside where it was brighter, out of politeness, but mostly out of curiosity,  just so I can see his face. He emerged minutes later, with a smile on his face. Boyish and good looking. I thought, which is also why I gave him my real number when he asked (I usually fake a number for encounters like this). He introduced himself as Dan and rushed off to his car, promising he would text later so I could save his number.

Must get a new pack of condoms.  I thought to myself, realising that Dan had came inside me.