Stop by the park first
From Create Your Own Story
You wander into the park on a warm afternoon, the air buzzing with easy summer life. Dog walkers drift past, leashes slack in their hands, while children laugh and kick their legs on the swings. As you follow the winding path, your thoughts drift to the far end of the park, where the public toilets stand half-forgotten. You’ve heard the rumors—whispered stories of men meeting there for anonymous encounters, secrets passed through glory holes. Curiosity stirs, and with it a pulse of excitement at the idea of discovering whether the stories are true.
Lost in thought, you almost miss him. A tall, shirtless Black man jogs toward you, his stride confident and unhurried. Tight gray sweatpants cling to his sculpted frame, emphasizing muscle earned and maintained. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, his head shaved clean, his body carved like something out of a modern myth. As he draws closer, your heartbeat quickens, your attention snapping fully into the present.
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