This, my first story, is mostly fiction. Email me at tdtommydeleney@gmail.com if you liked it.
It was a Wednesday, my early finish, and I thought I'd go to the park and walk around with an erection in my briefs for a while until I couldn't stand it any longer, find a clearing in the bush, pull my pants down to my ankles, lick my middle finger, stick it in my arse and slowly jerk off, prolonging it for maybe 30 minutes, watching the people walk past through the gaps in the trees. That's what I usually did when I went for a walk after school and I enjoyed it.
I was walking around and my outline would have been obvious enough to anyone who was really looking. I have a decent sized cock, 7 inches and circumcised at birth. It inclines to the left. I took my regular circuit along a bike path, but there were few cyclists today, or ever really. There were a few people walking dogs and parents with their kids. It was a bright day and I was sweating a little, but not enough to be uncomfortable.
My route took me to under a bridge. It's where a major road crosses a river, so underneath is quite dark and smells like piss. I would love to chance upon a man chucking a piss against one of the concrete pylons, or better two boys, foreskins rolled back, trying to piss the highest. If it was just one boy I might give him a hundred dollars to watch him masturbate instead, but I probably wouldn't, content to wank over his puddle.
There were no boys or men under the bridge, pissing or otherwise, and the graffiti wasn't even interesting. Down near the bank there is a tree which has a big branch overhanging the water. I'd jerked off there before: it was my favourite spot when I was about 15, but you always needed one hand to balance against a higher branch, and you needed to look both ways along the path, which was not quite elevated enough. Nice memories, nice image: me cumming into the river with my cock stuck out the front of my school uniform, fantasizing about other boys at school, them stuffing their briefs into my mouth and pissing over my chest, me fully clothed, spread-eagled and inviting them to aim for my face.
I was walking down towards this tree, rubbing my cock through my pants, thinking about the possibility of straddling one of the higher branches, when I was knocked over by a cyclist. He wasn't going fast -- he had to slow down around a curve -- but neither of us were really looking where we were going. Until the moment I hit the ground I thought I was regaining balance, and he fell heavily on his left side, mostly on his thigh. His cleats were still caught in the pedals. It was a road bike and he wore a sky blue short-sleeve jersey and black cycling shorts.
He freed himself from the bike and leaned it against a pylon. He had grazed his elbow but it wasn't bleeding. I was still on the ground, unsure exactly where I was hurt.
"Sorry mate."
"You're right," I said. He was standing over me. He had a few days' stubble and looked twenty or so. He had short and dark brown hair, spiky. He looked Italian.
"You lose any skin? Or just fall on your arse?"
"Yeah," and I giggled.
We looked at each other. I was wondering what the etiquette was for such a situation. I decided that whatever it was, I should do it standing up. As I pushed myself up off both palms, I noticed his lyrca-clad erection. It wasn't pointing left or right, so much as out.
We didn't say anything for a bit. He inspected his bike; I inspected him. His legs were hairy down the back. He wasn't muscular or even lean. The slight broadness of his arse induced lust in me.
"Sure you're okay?" he asked, back turned to me.
"Yeah I'm good. Sorry. I wasn't looking."
He didn't reply but turned around abruptly. He looked me top to bottom, hardly lingering on my outline, which was now as obvious as his. He looked at me again. Our eyes held just briefly.
"Want to go for a walk?" he asked.
"Yeah."
He took off his helmet and put it around the frame of the bike. We walked out from into the bridge into the sun together. We didn't follow the path, but went across the grass and walked parallel to the river. He was walking his bike at his right side and walking awkwardly in his cleats.
"Know a good place?" he asked.
"Yeah but a bit of a walk", I replied, "but out of the way."
He nodded. We walked quickly and in silence for a while. I furtively looked at his crotch. At some point he had rearranged himself, because his cock, hard as before, was pointed at me. I indiscreetly rearranged myself so it was pointed at him. He noticed the gesture.
"You do this much?" I asked.
"In parks you mean? Usually my myself." He laughed a little. "Something about being on the bike or being in a park or something."
I nodded approvingly. I chanced a forward question. "Do you wear anything under that," I said, pointing to his shorts.
He didn't answer but veered towards the river bank. He turned back to me and I thought momentarily he was going to pull me by the shirt after him, but he was just checking I was following. He walked towards a clearing in the bushes and trees near the bank, left his bike near the top and tried to shuffle down towards the water. He couldn't in the shoes he was wearing, so he took them off and scrambled down in his socks. I stood near his bike and looked down at him. Facing the river, he peeled off his shorts and let them gather around his thighs.
"That's a no then", I said as I went down to join him. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was about. There wasn't, and if he was out of sight he was only just. I fixated on his luscious backside. I wanted to ask him to bend over so I could see and touch his sphincter; but I saddled up behind him, pressed my cock into his bare arse and fondled his balls. They were heavy and hung low. I clasped his cock with my other hand and firmly stroked him, working his foreskin over the head. He had plenty of foreskin.
He turned around and we jerked each other slowly. He was a big boy, a little bigger than me; his dark pubic hair was thick but trimmed and his balls shaven. We moved a little closer and kissed lightly, licking each other's lips. I could taste his sweat. I thought of his moist arse and barely suppressed a shiver. I reached around and kneaded his right arse cheek: he moaned, for the first time.
"Do you like having your arse played with?" I asked.
"Uh-huh", and he was moaning again as I massaged his other cheek, pressing him into me as i did so.
I worked my right hand over to the top of his arse crack. I worked my index finger in between his cheeks, lightly at first, then with more pressure. He was enjoying it so much that he stopped fondling me and just leaned in slightly.
"This okay?" I whispered.
"Yeah, keep going," he said, his body going a bit limp.
I moved down to just above his hole, and swirled my finger in tight circles while kissing his neck.
"Fuck it", he said. He turned around, kicked off his shorts, dropped to his knees, then stuck his bum out. "Go for it" he said. "You want to finger me?"
I knelt behind him. I took a second or two to be grateful. I spread his cheeks wide and just looked at his arsehole, surrounded by swirls of hair. I licked my middle finger and lightly touched it. He opened up a bit at the touch and I worked my finger in just past the fingernail. He loosened more. I slowly slid my while finger in, up to my top knuckle and wriggled it inside him. He clenched on my finger than loosened. I figured that was asking for a second finger, so he got it.
When I got my index finger up him as well, I started to finger fuck him a bit. He moaned almost uncontrollably. If anyone was nearby they would have heard, but I wasn't thinking of that. He started to wank himself as I fingered him so I started to wank myself, but I didn't want to cum for a while, and not here.
"Don't cum too soon", he said. Then after another minute: "are you into any kinky shit?"
"Yeah", I offered. "What gets you off?"
He considered his answer. "Depraved filth."
I worked a third finger into him. "So if a guy you didn't know wanted to take you some place and have a piss fight with you?"
"Yeah..."
"Or take you into the bush and squat together and watch each other take a shit and wank together."
"If... yeah... it could be arranged."
I withdrew three fingers at once. He was thoroughly loose and his hole gaped a little. I stared at it, transfixed again, maybe longer than I realised.
He spoke again: "It gets you off too, doesn't it?"
In answer to that I slipped my tongue into him. It was the first time I rimmed a guy, and it tasted unlike what I expected. It was an instantly-acquired taste. He was clean but wet and warm. He moaned again, loud, and I think he bit his forearm. I made circles inside him with the tip of my tongue for a little while. He wanked himself quicker as I lapped him up from the inside.
Just then, we heard people not too far away, probably some dog-walkers. "Let's find some place to do this properly," he said, standing up. He playfully poked me with his cock, which glistened with precum, then put on his shorts, arranging himself to be conspicuous rather than extremely so. I followed him up the river bank, watching his arse wriggle. The lycra gathered in the his crack, where I had just been.
I caught up to him and told him where we were going. Further up the river there was a rough path that cut through some scrubby bush to a small clearing near the river. Most people didn't know about it, and followed the bike path in the opposite direction, from where it swung around and met the river further up. It was to this clearing I wanted to go. There was plenty of cover and you had a bit of warning if someone was approaching, if they could be bothered. The start of the rough path was about ten minutes up, but he agreed it was a good idea.
We walked in silence for half a minute, but then I proposed a game: to tell the other person the dirtiest fantasies we could think of.
I went first. "I've had this one since I was about ten. It's a big public toilet with lots of toilets but no cubicles. Basically just a circle of toilets for guys to sit around and chat or show off. Anyway, I used to think about me and all my friends sitting around and taking a shit together, even before I used to jerk off. Of course, now the fantasy involves bending one of them over and fucking his shithole."
"Hot. Mine is this. Urinals in a public toilet, late at night. I'm standing there semi-hard. Two guys come in and stand each side. Teen boys with big dicks. They piss and notice me looking. They enjoy the attention. I start to jerk off. Pull my pants down to my ankles. Tell me sit down, drench me. Take me to a cubicle dripping wet, one sits on the toilet, I sit on his dick and the other forces he arse into my face and I rim him as he jerks off."
"We have a toilet theme here."
"We do. Much further?" he asked.
"Just a bit. Worth it though. And I need a piss"
He grinned. "Got another?"
"Yeah, it's about a cyclist." I slapped his bum.
"I want you to fuck me silly when we get to this place."
"I was planning to." I noticed he was making a wet patch on his shorts.
We kept walking. "How old were you when you were first with another guy?" I asked.
"Fifteen. You'll laugh, but it was in a toilet. There was a cruising spot in a the shops near my school, so when I found out..."
"How old was he?"
"Thirty probably. He wanted me to fuck him. I came in about 20 seconds. Then he jerked off on my bum. Saw him there once again, months after. I let him take me home. Actually it was romantic. He undressed me -- my school uniform -- sucked me a bit and rimmed me, then asked me he could fuck me. I couldn't take it though. I fucked his arse again. I lasted a bit longer..."
"Ah memories."
"You?"
"School mate. Only jerked and sucked though. He was confused. Always felt guilty after. Think he has a girlfriend now. Nice dick though."
"Big?"
"No, just... nice. Shot miles too."
"Nice."
We were at the bottom of the rough path, and it seemed rougher than I remembered. Good. In places it wasn't much of a path at all, just thick grass and fallen logs. I led the way.
"Are we there yet?" he whined good-naturedly.
"Almost... so keep it in your pants."
"Too late."
I turned around and saw that his shorts were around his thighs. His cock bounced with every step. "Not much further," I assured him.
By time we got to the clearing my belt and top button were undone. There was, very luckily, no one about; in fact, the sun was getting low in the sky. There was a rough fallen log in the clearing for sitting which faced the water. There were no boats about; the opposite shore was densely bushed.
"You said you needed a piss?" he said.
"Yeah but I'll save it."
"So where were we then?"
"Someone was licking someone's arse I recall."
"It's time for changeover."
I slipped off my shoes and dropped my pants and briefs. The I laid out my pants and told him to lie on them. I squatted over his face, facing towards his feet, my arsehole two inches from his mouth. "Lick it," I ordered.
He obliged, with interest. He used his tongue and lips well as I progressively took weight of my feet and put it onto his face. He took me by the hips and pulled me into him, so that my arse smothered his mouth. I relaxed my hole and he poked inside as I jerked myself off harder. He too was very hard; and he was making me moan.
"You're so filthy", I said as I changed position to lie on top of him. I kissed him deep as our cocks rubbed together. I reached under and started to finger him again and whispered into his ear "I want your arse."
"How do you want it?"
"I want to fuck you senseless."
He got on his hands and knees and spread wide. I spit on my fingers and moistened his arse, then my dick. I pressed into him and felt he was wet and relaxed. The head of my dick slipped in and his sphincter tightened around it nicely. He was warm and soft and felt good on my pulsating cock. I thought about ramming it in. But I slid it in smoothy until I was all inside. He moaned all the while. I reached around and rubbed the head of his cock using his precum. I started pumping him hard, my balls slapping his hairy bum.
"Harder," he moaned.
I started to fuck him ruthlessly. He was a natural bottom, and he was taking me easily. He started grinding my bum into me, and I wished I had another couple of inches to give him. I fucked him harder still. And then I realised I was getting close to cumming already, and had better slow down. I pulled out altogether.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Don't wanna cum too soon," I said.
"Don't worry, you're going to cum twice at least anyway. Tell me what you want."
"Stand up", I said.
I walked him towards the water and bent him over. I fucked him again and we blew together. We went and sat on the fallen log, not quite exhausted.
There was only twenty minutes' sunlight left and we had no chance of being disturbed, so I suggested we strip off completely. We sat there and let our fat cocks hang heavy between our thighs. We shared some more fantasies about school change rooms, mass jerkings off at urinals and the like. I told him about the time I watched a ten year old boy shit through a peep hole in a cubicle in a shopping centre toilet. Afterwards I had followed the boy and his mother around for half an hour, before retiring to another toilet for a wank. Next time I went there, the peep hole had been patched up.
"What did the kid look like?" he asked.
"A bit chubby. Messy spiky hair. Sort of pale. He had his little dick tucked between his thighs so I didn't see it until he stood up. Gorgeous little hairless dick. Nearly blew when I saw it just before he pulled light blue undies over it. Cute kid. Wish I'd seen his bare arse."
He'd gotten very hard again as I'd been telling that story.
I, however, was intent on emptying my bladder. I stood up to my dick was in his face.
"Piss on me while I think about that kid."
I squeezed by dick half way down to build up some pressure. Then I let it go on his face. I pissed on his face in circles and he lapped it up with his tongue. I wasn't sure if he wanted a drink until he opened his mouth under my stream and started gulping. He obviously relished it. He started jerking off furiously and blew in about 20 seconds. I finished off by soaking his hair so that my piss dripped down his face afterwards. He shook it off like a dog and I sat down again, still soft.
We sat quietly for a while. "This has been really nice," he said. We cuddled each other and kissed softly.
"It has," I said, "and we should do it again."
We sat a few minutes later and started to feel a bit cold. We arranged to bump into each other two weeks hence and then went our ways: I, to a hot shower and Thai take-away; he on two wheels.