This is a work of fiction, well mostly. Names have been changed to protect the guilty and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely intentional. If this gets you hard, drop me an email. If it gets you off, definitely drop me an email. More chapters in the works. Would love to hear any ideas you have for the story or the scene. gh_lovr (at) yahoo (dot) com. On to the fun part...
Park Play 01
I woke up early Saturday morning with a raging hardon. I had tossed and turned for most of the night, a combination of the early summer heat and humidity, and my decision to act on my urges. I'm not sure now how I found about the action in the park, but after agonizing about checking it out and jerking off furiously about checking it out, hormones finally won out.
I pulled on my running shorts, a white t-shirt and my shoes and headed downstairs. My hair was its usual mess, but I was just going for a run so who gave a fuck. I grabbed a glass of water, made a quick protein smoothie, downed them both and headed out.
After stretching out on the front steps I slowly started my run. I had mapped out a route that would get me to the park about 15 minutes into the run. Enough time to wake up and limber up, but not long enough for me to work up too much of a funk.
My heart was racing faster than normal for the pace, but so was my mind. Would there be anyone there? How would I let them know I was interested? How did it all work? Would I get caught? These and a thousand other questions swirled in my mind.
What will it feel like to have a cock in my mouth? Will he cum in my mouth? Will it taste as good as my load does? These types of questions pushed out the negative thoughts, causing my cock to plump up. Combined with freeballing, my cock got even harder.
I reached the edge of the park and looked around before entering. Seemed quiet, and I didn't see anyone around. I jogged into the park and slowed down at a bench within sight of the washroom block. As I stretched out, I kept an eye out for anyone going in or out, or anyone in the vicinity. There were a few other early morning joggers, but they just breezed past me on the path.
`It's now or never,' I told myself.
I headed in. It was dim inside, dimmer than I had imagined, but still light enough to make out the graffiti on the walls. Later I would learn that the graffiti was a good indication that the spot was active, but not actively monitored.
There was no one else inside, so I looked around. The sinks were on one wall with the urinal trough and three cubicles along the opposite wall. High clerestory windows along both walls let in the early morning light. I could see a hole in the stall wall at the end of the urinal. Bingo!
I checked out the stall and found a hole in the other wall too, connecting to the middle stall.
My heart was racing, and my cock was rock hard. Everything looked like it was set up for the type of action I was looking for.
I checked out the middle stall and it had holes on both sides, meaning I could see into both of the other stalls. As I was turning to leave, I heard footsteps approaching the building and the door squeaked open. Before I could be seen I closed stall door, striped down my shorts and sat down on the toilet.
Whoever had just come in walked toward the urinal. I bent down to look through the holes and caught a flash of red shorts as he went past and stepped up to the trough. I sat there in silence, my heart pounding so loudly I wondered if he could hear it. But there was nothing else. No sound of him taking a piss, just silence.
After what seemed like an hour, but was probably about two minutes, I heard him move. He turned away from the urinal and again I saw the flash of red shorts. Instead of heading to the sink or out the door, he headed to the stall next to mine, and stepped in.
I pulled back from the hole but caught a flash of a logo on his shorts as he turned to close the stall door. My school logo! Fuck! The guy in here with me goes to my school!
Instead of sitting down he just stood there. I leaned forward slightly and could see his hand rubbing the front of his shorts, rubbing a bulge that made me drool.
Involuntarily I leaned a little further forward and for some unknown reason put two fingers into the hole, letting them sit on the bottom edge of the smooth hole.
I guess that was his cue to take the next step. He stopped rubbing and instead grabbed his cock through the shorts. It looked huge. He stroked it a few times.
I ran my fingers back and forth along the bottom of the hole. He let go of his cock and grabbed the front of his shorts. His two thumbs pulling the elastic waistband forward and down. At first all I could see was a mass of brown pubic hair and a treasure trail extending up and under his t-shirt.
I was mesmerized. I was in heaven – and I hadn't even seen his cock yet. On autopilot I leaned further forward and slid off the seat to my knees in front of the hole. Again, my move spurred him further and he pulled the shorts further down, revealing his hard cock shaft and then once the elastic slid off the end his cock bounced into view. It was fucking gorgeous.
Licking my lips, I moved closer to the hole. I don't know whether he could see me licking my lips or whether he heard me, but he thrust his hips forward bringing the head of his cock closer to the hole. I matched his motion, removing my fingers from the hole and getting close enough that he could definitely see my lips and mouth.
He stepped forward and his magnificent cock slid partway through the hole. It was now staring me in the face, his heartbeat causing it to pulse up and down slightly.
I leaned in even further and licked the underside of the head, then wrapped my lips around it. He moaned and fed more through the hole. I gladly let it slide into my mouth, resting on my tongue forcing the head of his cock to slide along the roof of my mouth.
He pressed himself against the partition as I pulled back to marvel at his cock and what I was doing. His cock tasted great and felt like velvet over steel. It felt like my cock did, only I'd never been flexible enough to get my cock in my mouth.
I pulled back to marvel at the glistening cock staring me in the face.
"Suck it," he whispered hoarsely.
My lips wrapped around his cock again and I tried to take as much of it as I could into my mouth. I got the first few inches before it hit the back of my mouth. I tried not to gag but found that I could take more if his cock when I just relaxed my throat.
I was breathing heavily and had pulled out my cock to stroke it as I continued to suck on his cock.
He held himself against the partition and let me bob up and down on his cock. I was just getting into a rhythm when he pulled back.
`Fuck. Don't leave. Don't stop letting me suck your cock,' I screamed in my head. I didn't want this to ever end.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the hole. He thrust his cock into my mouth, shoving it in further than I had been taking it before. He pulled back and thrust again.
"Oh yeah. That's it. Fuck that feels good," he whispered, "just like that... yeah."
I could feel his balls hitting my chin on each stroke. At first, they were fairly loose, but now were pulling up tighter. Each stroke he shoved his cock a little further down my throat until I felt my nose touch his pubes. I was taking more of it than before.
Somehow, I knew to breathe in on one stroke and out on the next. His cock got harder and harder. I could taste his precum as it mingled with my saliva and made my mouth even more slick.
"Mmmmmm. Fuck that feels good. I'm not going... to last... much longer. Feels too good." His talking changed to strangled mumbles as he continued to feed me his rock-hard cock.
With one final shove I could feel his cock head swell. I grabbed his shaft with one hand and clamped my lips around the head of his cock just as I felt the first spasm. His cock erupted and the first blast of cum shot into my mouth.
The taste and texture were amazing. I had done this with my mouth. I had made this cock hard and now he was cumming in my mouth.
I don't know how I managed to keep from shooting my wad as he filled my mouth, but somehow, I did.
Second shot and third shot were almost as strong as the first. The next few were a little less forceful, but I could still feel the pulse of his cum on my tongue.
He relaxed and pressed against the partition, letting me savour his load and his cock.
I held my mouth on his cock for as long as I could. When I pulled back, I ran my tongue around my mouth and swallowed his delicious cum. I gently wrapped my lips over his cock again, knowing how sensitive the head would be. He humped into my mouth a few more times as his cock softened. He finally pulled back.
I pulled back a bit to watch his glistening cock disappear back into his shorts.
I leaned back further, resting on my haunches. The angle let me see his sneakers under the partition. They were the typical red sneakers that all the guys wore to gym class, but the laces were different. Instead of the typical crisscross pattern they ran across like stripes.
"Thanks," he said as he turned and left the stall.
`Wow, wow, wow! Fuck that was awesome! And a guy from my school. When can I do that again?' The thousands of doubting questions were replaced with a thousand questions about how I could get this to happen again.
I heard the door squeak as he exited. Sitting there by myself, I grabbed my cock and jerked madly. I was so fucking horned up. It only took a few strokes before my balls pulled up tight and I shot a big load into my other hand.
Licking up my load was great, but paled in comparison to the taste of his cum.
Now... if I could just figure out who at school laced his sneakers that way...