This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of homosexuality. If this offends you, then you probably shouldn't read it. I welcome any and all comments and appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received.
(Negative and positive) This is my first story and I have some idea of the direction I'd like it to take but, I appreciate the ideas I've received also.
Life was good for a while. I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about Chris. I was preoccupied with Wyatt. He seemed enamored of me and pretty much let me fuck him whenever I wanted.
I kept in touch with Martin, but we hadn't fucked since our threesome. One Friday Martin called me. He asked if I wanted to go jogging the next day. I was surprised because we usually just talked, but, I needed a little workout and thought, what the hell. We agreed to meet at a park pretty near where I lived.
It was early the next morning, so I figured I'll just slip on some shorts and meet Martin in the park as we agreed. I sweat like a pig so I just slid on a jock and some breathable nylon shorts. I grabbed a tank and headed out.
It was around 5:30 AM and the park was pretty much deserted except for a few other joggers. I met Martin by his car. He looked hot in some loose fitting very short shorts. I couldn't help sneaking a peek at his massive bulge. Martin, I had learned, was a police officer. He kept in good shape chasing down the bad guys. I can't talk and run at the same time, so we started off jogging silently down a worn trail.
It was a fairly nice day and pretty quiet. We had been jogging for about 50 minutes. I was hot and sweaty and my shorts were soaked. I was completely exhausted but, Martin looked like he was taking a walk. It seemed like it was unusually quiet, but, as I rarely jogged, I couldn't be sure.
I was in front of Martin but wished it was the other way around. I really would've enjoyed the view of him in those little shorts and that tight t-shirt.
I tried to focus on the task at hand. I was tired and we still had about 3 more miles to go. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. My tank top was clinging to my body. I reached down and pulled it over my head. It was making me feel sticky. I was tucking it into the side of my shorts when I heard what sounded like a car backfiring in the distance. I was prepared to ignore it when Martin seemed to tackle me. I fell to the ground and he landed on top of me. It knocked the breath out of me. The man was heavy.
"Stay down" he whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"Gunshots" he said.
"Are you sure?" I asked, suddenly very worried for my safety.
"No, but it sounded like gunfire" he replied.
I was really worried. I figured a cop would know what gunfire sounds like. We lay on the ground for probably a minute but it seemed much longer.
As we lay there I knew I should be thinking about my safety, but I was thinking about Martin. I could swear I could feel him swelling above me. My adrenaline was pumping. I was scared. We weren't talking. My senses were heightened. I was sure Martin was grinding against me.
Then I felt it. Martin was sliding himself up inside my shorts. I was wet with sweat and that appeared to be making it easier. Was he kidding? I was not trying to have sex right now.
"What are you doing?" I asked
"Shhhh" he said.
"No, man, what are you doing?" I asked again.
"Shhhh, you wanna get shot?" he asked.
I forgot that there might be a gunman out there. I quietly but sternly asked again.
"Do you think this is wise?"
He didn't answer. At that point he was almost inside me. I couldn't believe it. I was being raped. He pushed forward really hard and his cock head entered my ass. I wanted to scream.
"Unnngh" I groaned.
He placed his hand over my mouth. He was using his strength to keep me in place. We were slightly off the path and I was hoping that no one could see us. He was pushing himself inside me. I was laying in the dirt with several twigs digging in my legs and stomach. He placed his full weight on top of me. He was no longer being gentle. He wouldn't stop. I wanted to cry out. He was pounding more and more of his tool inside of me now.
Then someone ran by. I was suddenly very nervous. I was worried that someone might find us and also I might get shot. Martin didn't seem fazed. He was really starting to get into fucking me. I could feel his full member inside me.
"Oh, you are so damn tight" he said. "Wyatt's not fucking you at all, is he?" he continued.
"I'm not comfortable doing this here" I said.
"No one's going to hurt you while I'm here" he said.
They probably can't see me, I thought. His entire member was inside me now. He was moving back and forth against my back. His weapon was penetrating the target each time. I was glad now that I was so sweaty, but I still wished I had some lube. He started tearing into me. "I've missed you" he whispered in my ear. "That night with Wyatt was really hot!" he continued.
I couldn't talk. He still had his hand over my mouth.
"Yeah, baby, take it"
He was having a conversation that sounded like it came from a porn movie. But he was having it alone. I couldn't participate and didn't really want to. I wanted him to get off. I wanted this over.
The way Martin was going at it I figured it would be over quickly. This was my mistake. Martin had ideas of his own. He had a practiced technique. He would make long hard thrusts mixed with short jabs. I could feel myself getting excited. The mixture of danger and public (well sort of public) sex was getting me really aroused. I couldn't help myself. I was pushing back against his invading member. Martin was getting into it also. I could feel his pace becoming more erratic. His breathing became ragged and his thrusts more forceful.
"Getting close" he said. "I'm gonna blow up your ass" he continued.
I no longer cared if someone caught us. I started grunting. I didn't realize Martin had removed his hand from my mouth and was now gripping my waist. The pounding of his body against mine was ringing in my ears. Surely anyone passing by would notice us, but, no one else passed by. He was beating up my asshole and pounding my prostate. I felt myself beginning to get close. I could feel the churning in that spot behind my balls. Suddenly Martin made a choking sort of gurgling sound and froze. I could feel his cock throbbing as he spilled his seed forth into my ass.
"No, not yet" I gasped. "Don't pull out" I whispered.
He stayed inside me and started pushing his big dick in and out of my abused hole.
"Oh, oh, oh" I gasped.
I was cumming. I could feel my ass spasming around Martin's massive tool. He pulled out of my ass quickly. I yelped. He pulled the back of my shorts down and stood up. He pulled the front of his shorts over his weapon and told me to stay down. He'd be back or he would send someone over if there was a problem. Then he jogged off. I was scared. How could he just leave me there? I rolled on my side and tried to brush off some of the dirt and foliage. Leaning forward caused me to wince at the pain caused to my tender asshole.
I sat quietly for what seemed like an eternity. Presently I heard footsteps. I lie back down on my stomach and tried to remain quiet. The approaching footsteps got closer then stopped. My heart was pounding in my chest. I looked over. It was a police officer. He had to be a rookie. He looked like he couldn't be more than 25. He was white. He had brown hair and green eyes. Not a bad build.
"Are you Parker?" he asked.
"Yes" I answered. "Can we go?" I asked.
"The area has not been secured" he said.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"We have not found the perpetrator" he said.
Why are we having this conversation? I asked myself. I suddenly had the urge to just get away from this park. Just then there was some kind of commotion. There was a lot of yelling but it was too far away to make out what was being said. The officer pushed me to the ground and climbed on top of me. I lie there with the cop on top of me. I could smell his cologne. He really smelled good. I could only imagine what I smelled like.
Not again, I thought to myself. He had a hard body. Harder than I originally thought. I could feel his pectoral muscles against my back. I tried not to think about it, but he smelled really good. I felt his legs push between mine. He was using his legs to spread my legs. I was thinking shouldn't you guys be chasing down this guy. He reached between our bodies. I surmised that he was opening his zipper. I felt him pushing up the back of my shorts. My ass still burned from Martin's fuck. I felt his finger searching for my hole. He hawked a big gob of spit into his hand and used it to wet my entrance. I felt the head of his cock against my ass lips. He placed his hands against my pelvis for support and slammed forward. I gasped. Not because of the suddenness of it, but because he actually felt even thicker than Martin. Here was this scrawny (at least by Martin's standards) white guy with this massive package. If I wasn't so stuffed right at that moment, I would've liked to have turned around and given it a proper introduction.
He wasn't going to be gentle about it though. He fucked me like he was on a timetable. Hard, deep and fast thrusts. I wanted to cry out. I was so full of his cock at one point it felt like it was going to rupture some internal organs.
I couldn't catch my breath the pounding was coming so fast. I was so caught up in the fuck that I didn't realize that I came again. It was amazing. I didn't know I could come that fast having just come 15 minutes ago. The cop screwing me must've known it though. He started to cum just after I realized that I had came. He was panting and gasping as he withdrew his huge member from my chute. I farted, and a huge wad of cum escaped my ass. I couldn't help it. I felt the man juice sliding down that bald spot between my asshole and my balls.
When the rookie caught his breath, he asked if I was okay.
"That was fucking incredible, and some incredible fucking" I said.
"We need to stay here and keep quiet until they clear us" he said tucking his tool back into his slacks.
"What's going on?" I asked, thinking about my aching ass and wondering why we were talking as if nothing had happened.
"Someone robbed a convenience store and we think they may be hiding in the park" he said.
"Shouldn't we be trying to leave?" I asked.
"No, someone will alert us" he responded.
I wanted to move, but basically I was paralyzed. I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to breathe, I didn't want to think. I just wanted to be away from there. Suddenly his Walkie Talkie crackled to life.
"Brooks, you there?" someone said.
It was Martin. I recognized his voice. The cop pulled the walkie talkie from his belt and responded.
"Yeah, I'm here" the rookie responded.
"Get him out of there" Martin said.
"Let's go" he said to me.
"Really?" I asked.
I was pulling myself up. I was walking before Brooks could fully get to his feet. I used the sweaty tank top to wipe away the excess cum that was leaking from my shorts. Brooks caught up to me and was guiding me back to the parking area. As we cleared the brush and could see the parking area, we could see several television station vans.
"Great," I thought.
Fortunately the reporters were down at where the action was. Brooks asked if I would be okay, as he took my keys from my somewhat shaking hands, and opened my car door.
"I'm fine" I answered and took the keys from him.
I didn't know how I was supposed to react to him so I shook his hand and got into my car. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something to me but, could not. I nodded and started the car. He walked away. As he did, another news van pulled up and the reporter leapt out and tried to block my escape. She motioned for me to roll down my window and asked if I knew what had happened. The cameraman turned on his camera and caught a few seconds of tape. I told the reporter that I didn't know what had happened and that I believed that police were at another section of the park. The reporter was still asking questions as I drove away. I went home.
I pulled my car into the garage as I didn't want my neighbors seeing me in my current condition. It was just before 11 A.M. I had been trapped in that damn park for too long. I just wanted a hot shower and a nap. I went into the first floor bathroom and peeled off my clothes. Looking myself over in the mirror I could see scrapes, scratches and rug burns from being ridden across the forest floor. I dragged myself into the shower and let the water wash over me for 15 solid minutes. I was completely relaxed when I finished and fell asleep on the couch.
(To be continued)