Tales of the Reservation

The Reservation

Near where I live is a huge county park with a cruising area that has been active for years. I have had many exciting experiences there, and many not so exciting. I thought I would share a few of the more fun times. Some of these are entirely true, some are based on true experiences with a little `embellishment', and some have a bit of truth and a lot of fantasy. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy at least some of these stories. Some of these took place in a time when all sex was safe and some when precautions must be taken. Please respect yourself and others enough to always play safe.

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Play Ball

I was wandering around the trails at the reservation one weekend afternoon, as usual, when a guy who is not normally my type caught my eye. My first thought was. "Retired military officer." There was just something very official, very authoritative, very conservative about him, Not my usual type, by God, what a bulge he had in his bike shorts. We made eye contact seemed to connect and were soon on our way off into the woods.

We got back to a quiet, private place. I quickly unfastened my pants, dropping them to my ankles, while he pulled his shorts down a bit, exposing the important parts. Talk about beer cans. This guy's cock was not especially long, maybe about 6-1/2", but so very thick.

He had a rubber cock ring around his cock and balls, pushing them up and out. I grabbed his dick and squeezed it, immediately wanting it in my mouth. I bent over toward it, but he pulled away, saying he was only into the safest activities.

He stood in front of me and played with my cock and balls. Since he seemed to be setting the pace, I decided to follow along and do what he did. He started focusing on my balls, holding them, rolling them in the palm of his hand, pulling them a bit. Then he stepped up a little closer, took his thick cock in one hand, placed it under my balls and started jerking his dick upward, slapping my balls with his cock. It hurt a bit, each time his dick hit one of my balls, not a sharp, searing pain, but more of a dull, throbbing ache. He kept it going, a little harder, a little harder. Since we were playing follow the leader and he was definitely leading, I tried to reciprocate. With the position we were in, I couldn't slap his balls with my dick, so I took them in my hand and started squeezing them, first one, then the other, then the two together. I was obviously doing something right and he really seemed to be enjoying it.

He stepped to my side, and replaced slapping my balls with his dick with a gentle flicking of his thumb up from under one ball then the other. It still didn't hurt, but the throbbing ache continued, growing as the flicking got stronger. And with the other hand, he'd occasionally slap one of my buttocks. Since that was something that intrigued me and I was interested in exploring further, I turned a little so that my ass was facing him a bit more, hoping he'd get the hint.

He interpreted my move somewhat differently. He stepped behind me, reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. He tugged on them, pulling them back between my thighs, squeezing them a little as he pulled them. The force of his pulling my balls behind me made me start to lean forward, to allow them to be pulled further back. Soon I was bent over, my upper body parallel to them ground, my balls back behind my butt, and the pulling on them forcing my rock hard dick to be pointing straight down at the ground.

Then, with his other had, he grabbed my dick and started stroking it. Pulling it up and down. I literally felt like he was milking me, firmly pulling my dick aimed straight down, while pulling and squeezing my balls even harder. The dull aching in my balls became less dull and slightly more like pain, but there was no stopping at that point. He kept squeezing, he kept pulling, he kept stroking, and I began to shoot my load, straight down at the ground.

Unfortunately, straight down was not the ground, but my pants between my ankles. And so my pants were full of my come, and as I pulled them back up, they not only created a sticky mess in my crotch, but the wet spots leaking through made it obvious to all I passed on the way back to my car what I had done. But I didn't care. My balls still ached and I had had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.