When I headed to the park restroom today I was under no illusions. The restroom would be dirty and the men would be too! But the sun was out the men in the park had their tops off and I was needing it. I went down the path through the trees until I found the restroom – this secluded one is the place to be. I walked in and there was a podgy old man pretending to pee. I went to the urinal and got my c*** out and sniffed some poppers. I brushed my hand over his c*** and he said “yes boi s*** it”. I heard footsteps and looked back. A t****** beefy bear walked in and said “don’t let me stop ya”. So I bent over this time and got back to sucking. The old lad shoved the poppers back under my nose. I heard the bear unzip and stroke and I loved he was getting off on me sucking. I felt a finger with lube slide into my hole. I kept sucking and then i felt the bears c*** push against my hole. I relaxed and his c*** slid in me. The bear sighed saying ” just like that, raw in another hole, trucking lets me poz my way round the country”. The poppers appeared under my nose again. “He didn’t even ask what bugs I got”. At this I stopped sucking and asked “bugs”. The bear started to increase the pace and replied “yep with an s, more than one kind right now”. I squeezed by hole and bit and he said “yeh, milk the venom”. I sniffed once more and said “give me everything you got”. And he did grunting whilst he fired a hot volley up my hole. He laughed and said “burns a bit today but felt good”. The bear produced a pen and said “go write your name on the cubical wall”. So I wrote “Clark Hallisey” and he wrote underneath “was pozzed here on this day”. If you want more venom from more men write your number underneath. So I did and now my phone rings with poz lads most weekends.