I was walking along a sea front promenade when something caught my eye. I was arrested by the sight of a big, pink ball which was visible out the side of a man's shorts. I wondered if he wasn't aware that his ball was hanging out.
He was in his early fifties, with baby soft silver hair. His handsome face seemed to be friendly and open. I sat down on the bench next to him. I was trying to think of something to say when he lifted his feet onto the bench. He turned towards me now, and I saw that he had it all hanging out now. His beautiful, cut cock and fat balls were on full display. And I knew then that he was offering them to me.
'Do you want to go back to my hotel?' I asked.
'No, I get off on having sex in public.' he replied.
'What!' I was shocked. 'We can't do it here.'
'I've done it before.' he said.
His breathing sounded ragged and his cock was fully hard now. Its eight, thick inches jutted straight out. People were passing around us, but that didn't seem to faze him. I watched the crowd for a while. No one seemed to be taking too much notice of us. And then my silver fox opened a large newspaper and pretended to be reading it at a strange angle.
It was all the cover I was going to get. With my heart thumping in my chest I reached out a hand. I took his thick, warm cock in my fist. It felt so smooth and good. A tiny pearl of precum glistened on its tip. I smeared this around the tip of his cock head and he soon produced another drop. I looked up at him; he was watching the crowds. I had a real perv in my hands, literally.
The more I wiped away his precum, the more he produced. His cock head was soon slick with his own juices and it felt so incredibly good in my hand. I worked my palm up and down his rigid flagpole. His big, smooth balls bounced about as I tugged his cock. My own cock was wedged uncomfortable against my waistband. There was nothing I could do about it. It was bad enough I was wanking a man in public, imagine what would have happened if I had pulled my own cock out too.
In the distance I could see a policeman. My face flushed and sweat broke out on my brow.
'There's a policeman over there.' I whispered.
'I'm real close....please.' he begged.
I realized that he was getting off on the possibility of getting caught. I saw a flush spread across his face. His lips were parted. His eyes were dazed and his cock was absolutely throbbing in my hand. More precum oozed out of his piss slit. I worked it around with my thumb, before giving him a serious wank off.
The police man was no more than fifty yards away when my silver fox suddenly gasped. A thick rope of cum shot out of his cock and landed on his newspaper. Several more ropes blasted out of him and landed back on his shorts. I hurriedly wiped my hands on his vest and got up off the bench.
'Thanks, man. That was the best.' my exhibitionist told me.
I could smell his cum on my hand as I passed by the policeman. My knees were shaking so hard I feared I would collapse. I looked back; the policeman had sailed right by the silver fox. What a crazy afternoon. I went home and wanked myself silly just thinking about it.
END
Copyright 2002 Daniel Blue
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