So What?
By Simon Peter
It was a beautiful Sunday, when spring was just starting to show. Blue skies, nice cool breeze, clear sun. I decided that today was going to be an outdoors day. Instead of my usual habit of spending my Sundays in my small apartment, most of the time naked or in loose boxers, watching TV, reading, looking at porn and jacking off, this Sunday I would spend away from my apartment.
As much as I was looking forward for such a day in nature, I had never thought that sex would be a part of it, a memorable part. Sure, I love sex and I most often I go out of my way to get laid. But as I breathed the scented spring air, sex was not on my mind.
I headed for the park close to my place, wearing a sleeveless sweatshirt cut-off exposing my hairy trail, sweatpants, running shoes, and a nifty red-and-white striped hair band to hold my sort-of-longish hair in place. Halfway through the park, I stopped at the public toilets for a pee. I knew that a lot of gays used that area for cruising and such, but I am not into public toilet sex.
Inside, a guy was standing at one of the urinals. As I entered, he turned his head and looked me up and down. I felt as if I was being stripped. When I got nearer, the guy turned around with a boner. He was fisting his dick and staring at me.
My automatic reaction was immediate. I turned around and hastily made my retreat out of the toilet and back onto the track. What the fuck? It was barely past 7 o'clock in the morning, for Pete's sake. As I jogged, I thought about that guy. True, he was a looker and the glance down at his dick told me that he could have been a good fucker too. I felt the usual stirrings in my balls as I contemplated that image of his exposed cock in my mind. I was tempted to turn around and give the fucker a blow job. But I resisted the urge.
On the way back to my place, the toilet guy's cock almost forgotten but the nut-stirring in my groin still there, enhanced by the pleasant warm weather, I stopped for a donut and coffee. I sat at one of the tables in front of the store, enjoying the spring sun, feeling my skin tingle under the warm rays, and planning for the rest of the day. However, now that I had witnessed an offered hard man cock, sex had to be part of the planning.
The problem was that I didn't have any partner, for the past two months. I had been celibate if one didn't consider masturbation as sex. I studied my prospects. The only one that jumped to my mind was the toilet cock. I munched on the donut, glazed not sugared, as I felt my penis elongate to a semi-erection. My boxers and sweatpants were not the ideal garb to hide an erection, and I adjusted myself as best as I could to try not to let my equipment become too visible.
I inhaled deeply, almost choking on the donut, as I spotted the toilet guy walking over, crossing the street from the park side. Fuck! Was that the same guy? I hadn't had the chance to study his face in the few seconds I had spent in the park toilet. But yes, it was the same guy. I tried not to gaze, but I couldn't help myself from looking at his crotch as he approached.
"Hey, man," the guy was standing right in front of the table I was sitting at, his crotch right at my sight-line, his dick outlined down the right leg of his faded jeans.
I looked up. The guy was handsome, perhaps 22 or 23 years old, with a light beard. I must have turned red. I didn't know what to say. Should I tell him he had a nice cock? Or that he was vulgar in exposing his manhood in a public place? Or that I had wished I had turned around and went back to suck him off? Or that I had been wondering about how to get laid today? The thoughts flashed in my mind as I tried to swallow the donut.
I took a quick gulp of coffee, burning my tongue. "Hello," I croaked.
"We have already met, sort of," he smirked.
Shit! My heart raced. I could feel my penis developing a nice erection. My God! I was not into such casual meetings with such strong undertones of sex.
"Sort of," I finally managed to say.
"Well, since we are practically acquainted," he glanced down at his crotch and then back at my face, "can I buy you another donut? I am going in for some for me, too."
The guy was making a pass at me. How could he have known? In the toilet, I turned away and left as soon as he exposed himself. I am not effeminate. I don't wear my sexual orientation on my sleeve. How? The guy must have been able to interpret the expression on my face.
"Hey, man, don't sweat it. The place back there? Usually for nice action. Looks like your first time?"
I nodded.
"Look, let me get the donuts and coffee, ok? Don't go away, now," he warned.
I watched his butt as he went into the shop, bubbled, beautifully masculine. As he stepped inside, he turned his head and gave me a quick wink, as if he knew that I was watching his ass. My heart raced. My cock throbbed. How could I go away? I was nailed to my seat, my heart in my mouth, beating fast.
So, well, what now? Go back to the toilet and do what I had wished I had done before? Tell the guy to fuck off? That I was not into this sort of thing?
But I was, in a way. I loved cock, still do, with a passion. And the guy didn't seem so vulgar now that I had talked to him with his dick inside his jeans. Or was he? He was definitely forward, to say the least. And apparently horny, making me horny as well. The image of his hard dick jumped back into my head. Beautiful cut cock. And big. Must have been a 7-incher, not counting maybe an inch or two more at the base still inside his jeans.
My God! What was I doing? I was undressing the guy in my mind. I was fucking drooling over the image of his exposed erection, burning holes in my now lust-filled mind.
"Here you go," the guy was back, placing a glazed donut in front of me and taking a seat at the table. Damn! He had noticed the kind of donut I preferred. He put down his own donut, strawberry sugared, and the steaming cup of coffee on the table.
"I like sweet things," he said, glancing at the donut and then back at my face. His eyes bored into me. He was reading my mind, forcefully. My cock was now plastered against my belly (I erect vertically) and my rim muscle started to twitch and tingle.
"So do I," I mumbled, surprising myself. Now we were flirting? Jesus. What was that? I didn't even know the guy's name!
"I'm Pete," he said as he bit into the strawberry donut. He could fucking read my mind! Some sugar stuck at the corner of his mouth, sexy, and I died to have been able to lick it off.
"Kevin," I said, unable to take my eyes off him.
Now that I saw him up close and was able to focus clearly, the guy was a looker.
"Sweet name, Kev," he smiled, chewing on the pastry, licking off the sugar with the tip of his tongue. I died to have sucked that tongue right there on the sidewalk outside the donut shop.
I sipped my coffee and decided there and then that I was going to have this guy. For certain, he was willing. He had showed me his cock, hadn't he? Erect, wasn't it? How more willing could that be? And I was already so damned hot for him and his cock.
Small talk. Balmy spring weather. Park jogging. Whatever. Most of the time, I was dazed. I was trying my best to cope with this turn of events.
"By the way," Pete said, as he wiped the last crumbs off the corner of his sexy mouth. "Kev. You might think I was a bit vulgar back there," he nodded his head back indicating the park. "It's just that I woke up with a boner and thought that I might do a bit better than my own manipulation of it. I am sorry if I offended you."
"Well, I? I just don't want you to have the wrong idea about me either, Pete. I honestly went in there for a pee. That's why I was kind of taken aback by what I saw. But, but, not that I didn't appreciate what I saw." I smiled, "but..."
"But??" Pete raised his eyebrows.
"Well, I've never had this kind of thing out in public. It felt a bit weird. Besides I was really taken by surprise."
Pete laughed. I knew then that having Pete had become a must, a certainty.
"Looks like we started on the wrong foot," Pete said.
We both laughed, a bit nervously. It was so obvious by now that we had started with the right erection. Pete's erection, so vivid in my mind, so wanting it to be all over me, slapping my face, invading my throat, pounding my ass.
"Maybe we can be more discrete? Would you like to come up to my place?"
"Would we?" Pete asked, looking down at his crotch.
I thought he was addressing me. But he was talking to his dick. "He twitched approval," Pete smirked and winked, barely touching his crotch.
Again we laughed. I was getting more and more comfortable with this guy. When at first he had greeted me with his flashing, I was somewhat affronted, a little disgusted. Later, though, I started to become lustful. Now I was desperate. Now I needed for Pete to come with me. I needed to see him naked. I needed for him to fuck me. I felt sick with desire.
As soon as we got to my place, we started to make out. I had expected Pete to walk in, whip out his cock, and order me to my knees. I would have probably immediately done so. Instead, and to my delight, we kissed, tongues and all. I felt his strong arms hold me tight as I wrapped mine around his neck. His erection throbbed against my thigh, and the way it felt ascertained my initial impression of its size.
Pete stripped me naked. I stood in front of him as he stared at my face, my smooth chest, my vertically erected cock, hanging balls, legs and feet. He was breathing hard as I stood motionless in front of him, except perhaps for my throbbing cock and pounding heart. Then he pulled me to him and resumed the kissing, more passionate now. My erection rubbed on the fabric of his jeans. He slid down to my neck, licking, nibbled on my now-very-hard and sensitive nipples, followed by licking down to my cock head, engulfing it with his warm and wet lips.
Pete was down there, on his knees, holding onto my hips with both hands, sucking my cock. My knees felt weak and I needed support. I held onto his head. He went deeper, down to the base. I was surprised that he was able to swallow my whole cock shaft without gagging. He slurped, and sucked, and licked.
Slowly, Pete moved one hand behind, grabbing my butt, and then I felt the finger. Right inside my crack. I twitched, my excitement building to a higher level. When he inserted his finger into my tight hole, I realized that he had wet it with some of his spit since it slid in easily, making me shiver. I clutched on it tightly with my sphincter and could hear Pete moan, his mouth filled with my cock, as he felt the twitching of my ass. I almost shot a load right there and then.
"Oh, man," Pete heaved as he stood up, leaving my cock dripping with spit, keeping his finger buried in my butt. "You are one beautiful guy. I want you, baby," his voice came out throaty.
Baby? Did his say baby? My God. Again, I almost shot a load.
"Strip, Pete," I begged. "Please, Pete, strip for me."
There he was. A god. Naked. Hairy chest. Thick trail. A boner like no other boners. Definitely bigger than what I had anticipated, maybe eight or eight and a half inches of man meat. Chiseled stomach. Pronounced biceps. Muscled thighs. Hairy legs. Beautiful man feet. A god.
I melted.
As if in a dream, I lay on the sofa, my legs spread, practically begging to be fucked. Pete moved slowly. Elegantly, but slowly. I had to give it to this guy. The crassness of the park toilet exhibition was replaced by the beautiful classiness of his moves. Kneeling on the carpet between my inviting legs, rubbing up and down my thighs, Pete managed to place the head of his cock right at my hole. Electricity. Throughout my whole body. The hot knob was knocking.
"Want me to fuck you, Kev?" he whispered as he bent and kissed the side of my neck, the pressure on my hole increasing, demanding entry.
"Pete, wait," I protested. "Protection?"
"Fuck that, man. I want you bare."
My rim muscle was stretching, but his cock was still outside. Could I take him bare? Bare is more delicious, more fulfilling. But it was so much more risky. Could I take the risk?
The prodding was getting more insistent, and my rim was getting more accommodating. Suddenly his cock head popped inside me up to the end of the ridge.
Who cared about protection? By then, I was gone, totally. My mind went into a haze as my body took over. This guy's dick was already inside. Dear God! The pain was enormous, but the thrill was more intense. I pushed back onto him, and his cock shaft started to slide further inside me.
Wrapping both legs around his waist, I pulled him in deeper. His face was buried in my chest, working my nipples, nibbling, licking, oh God, biting. His hands were all over me, rubbing, caressing, pinching. My skin was tingling under his touch.
Pete slid deeper and deeper inside me. The pain receded a little. I reached down under my butt and felt for his balls. I cupped them as he moaned with desire. Surprisingly, half of his cock was still out. I grabbed it. The lower shaft was thicker than the rest. I had to remove my hand as he thrust further into me. I cried out when the thick base invaded me stretching me even more. The guy was hung.
When the fucking started, I was more than ready. My cock was streaming precum. The erection that I usually lose when I get fucked was harder than ever. Pete was pounding me. His thrusts, although not in any way intended to induce pain, nevertheless did. With the pain, there was the ultimate pleasure. Unless you bottomed, you had no idea how it felt, having a man's hard cock inside your body, thrusting and pounding into you.
I couldn't hold back. I shot my load even though I knew that Pete was still not close to a climax. Streams of cum squirted with each pounding. I couldn't squeeze my ass hole to squirt more because Pete's hardness stretched my rim muscle to their maximum.
"Oh, baby," Pete mumbled between fast breaths. "Cum for me, baby. Yea. Shoot your hot juice. I will fill you with mine."
He kept his cock buried deep inside me, his groin pressed and grinding on my butt, his strong hands holding my legs up.
"God, Pete," I almost cried. "Breed me. Oh, man. Fuck me and breed me and fuck me and cum inside me and fill me and fuck me and fuck fuck oh fuck meeeee."
How I must have sounded, I had no idea. What I knew was that I was pleading for this guy's semen. I was begging. I could easily feel the hot tears streaming down my face cheeks, and I could also feel the second load build up in my nuts as Pete's crotch pressed on them with every thrust. I shot again. Unbelievably. This had never happened to me before. I not only had kept my erection during my being ploughed in the ass, but I had also shot two huge loads without even touching myself. My cock just squirted.
And then Pete's hot cum hit my insides.
"FUCK, I'm cumming," Pete cried.
Squirt after quirt hit my bowels as Pete froze, buried deep inside me, his back arched, sweat dripping down the sides of his face, muscles taunt, eyes closed shut. I reached up and squeezed his nipples with both hands. He shot some more. I thought he would never finish. His explosion was so huge that I was able to feel it, but his sustained squirting was miraculous. His nuts must have not been emptied for the longest of time.
He slumped onto my chest, still shaking with the last of his squirts.
"Baby, you are beautiful."
He pulled out. I felt the stream of his cum ooze onto my balls. To my utter surprise, and my utter delight, Pete shoved his wet, slimy cock back into me. The hardness was still there, but now eased by the lubricating man cum. I couldn't believe that the fucking had resumed. I jerked my cock crazily, my third load building up so quickly that I was dazed, shaking, weak. Pete fucked hard and fast, his balls slapping noisily on my butt.
Before I managed to bring myself to climax, I felt him shoot his second load. Instead of burying his face onto my chest, Pete somehow managed to warp his lips around my cock and suck down as he own cock filled me with jizz. In no time, even before Pete finished shooting, I squirted down his throat. He swallowed and kept on sucking, and kept on fucking. I was simply dying.
This was how Pete and I became lovers. A most innocently starting spring Sunday turned out to be the first day of the best time of my life. A vulgar toilet cock flash became the focus of my reality and of my dreams. I love my man. So what if I had met him the way I did? So fucking what?
I just love him.