It was a quiet afternoon in the park, the sun was beginning to set and the cool air brushed against my skin as I sat on a bench, looking at the lake. Suddenly, I heard the rhythmic sound of wheels on the pavement. I turned my head and saw him: a skater sliding with a nearly hypnotic grace. His disheveled hair fell over his dark eyes, and he wore a worn-out t-shirt that revealed his tattooed arms. He braked with a perfect turn right in front of me, and a mischievous smile drew on his face.

"What are you doing here all alone?" he asked, resting one foot on his board to keep it still. His voice had a playful tone, but there was something magnetic about it, something that made me respond without thinking.

"Just... watching the sunset," I said, a bit nervous about how he was looking at me, as if he already knew something about me that I myself was unaware of.

He came closer, leaning slightly towards me. "I'm Leo. And you seem like someone who needs a bit of adrenaline in their life." His words were soft, but loaded with intention. I don't know how, but at that moment, I felt like the whole park was fading away, and only he and I were left.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours, as we chatted. He told me about his tricks, about the freedom he felt while skating, and gradually began to weave a web of words that enveloped me. "Come with me," he said finally, extending a hand. "I'm going to show you something you won't forget."

I followed him, almost in a trance, to a secluded corner of the park where the sound of the city faded away. There, under the faint light of a streetlamp, he turned towards me. "You and I could have something special," he whispered, his warm breath close to my ear. "All you have to do is let me be in charge. All you have to do is obey."

His gaze was intense, and although one part of me wanted to run, another part —deeper, more curious— surrendered. "Yes," I murmured, and he smiled, knowing he already had me.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he slid a hand over my nape, guiding me firmly but without haste towards the ground. "Kneel," he ordered in a low voice, and I obeyed, feeling my pulse accelerate in my chest. He unzipped his jeans calmly, letting his erection become free in front of me. It was impossible not to look at it: thick, pulsing, with a shiny drop at the tip that betrayed his excitement. "Open your mouth," he said, and his tone was a mix of authority and desire that made me tremble.

I did, and he guided my head forward, sliding his cock between my lips. The salty, warm taste filled me, and I began to move, first with timidity, then with more rhythm as his hands tangled in my hair, marking the pace. "Like that, just like that," he growled, his voice hoarse while he pushed deeper, brushing against the back of my throat. I could feel every vein, every beat, and the sound of his ragged breathing pushed me to continue.

His moans grew louder, hi...