Steve had seen him around the school. He was a head turner with the thick black wavy hair, his James Dean like smile and the very obvious habit of not wearing underwear. But Steve had never spoken to him. He wasn't even sure what class the guy was in. Steve was a Junior so he assumed the object of his glances was also a Junior or even a Senior. "Conner" Abe told Steve as they sat on the grass eating lunch one day. "I didn't ask" Steve said. "You were staring at him like a drooling girl" Abe nudged "I uh yea" Steve admitted "Wish I looked like that so girls would hang around me" "Right" Abe said Steve thought "Abe knows" but didn't say anything further. The school year was about to end and his only social accomplishment was knowing the name of the guy who he glanced at repeatedly, "Connor" he said out loud as Steve stuffed his backpack emptying the locker. Summers were a too short period in which Steve like his peers tried to jam in as much life experience as possible before they were once again defined as students. A part time job, chores at home, relatives to visit and family trips occupied much of his time. It wasn't until mid-July that he found spare time enough. It was a morning that siblings were in camp, his dad working and his Mother visiting a sister several states away. Steve inhaled and wondered what he'd do that hot humid day. His summer job didn't claim him until the night shift where his burger flipping talents were required. The day, Steve realized, was his. Abe didn't answer the phone. Not even the usual troops of bike riding kids were in the streets. It was too hot, Steve assumed, for even the kids to breathe heavy. He masturbated. It wasn't unusual. Steve did it as often as his peers though he suspected he jacked more often. By then the images that moved in his brain weren't a surprise. A shirtless Ryan Reynolds mixed with Speedo cupping Tom Daley. Unnamed naked men doing the things that were only fantasies appeared. Even Abe's bare butt in the locker room joined the mental party. Then Cooper joined in and before Steve could enjoy all that image provided, his body orgasm'd and he lay there panting. Cold cereal and coffee helped his recovery. His staying naked while outside his bedroom felt liberating as it always did when he dared to prance about that way. His second attempt in bed, however, reminded him how humid it was and he teased himself with the thought of turning on the house's air conditioning. However his Dad's lament that the air conditioning costs too much money ended the entire attempt. For no particular reason, Steve put on his shorts and walked half naked down the street to Mac Park. It had been donated by McDonald's when the city threatened to sell the land to a developer. An outcry by the citizens followed by a group of local McDonald's owner's intervention save the say. Mac Park fortunately was always called Mac something, probably named after whoever established the park decades before. But everybody just called it Mac for short. It was where Steve and others played baseball, soccer, football and other sports during the summers. It was where locals gathered with their families sitting on blankets and watching July 4th Fireworks. And it was where Sunday afternoon concerts attracted the elderly until the music transitioned to rock n roll. Even then many elderly escaped their retirement homes to sit around the small stage area. Steve felt he had grown up there. And that's where he wandered on what appeared to be a day without purpose. The closer to the park that Steve got, the more memories he had. His penis began to tent his shorts as the memories included the still secret masturbation experienced in the men's room there. He was younger then; just beginning to transition from his machine gun jacking off to whatever repeat cycle he experienced now. The room was full of older kids who yelled at him when Steve had entered. He uttered a "fuck off' comment and stood at the trough to pee which was his original purpose. Those others ignored him at first, and then someone call attention to Steve's penis. It isn't huge by any ruler but decent size; 7 inches hard and nearly as long soft. Somehow the comments of admiration got him excited enough to join the stroking group until his splattering joined theirs. Steve tried to think of something else. He was too far from the house to turn back and too close to the park to not enter. The cinderblock bathrooms were nearby. Fortunately the men's room was empty and quacking entering a stall, Steve's tent pole and the rest of him weren't visible to any who might also enter. He sat on the toilet seat still trying to think of something that would encourage his erection to subside. He regretted wearing the shorts and nothing underneath. He hoped a softball game or soccer match would attract his interest and activity. Softened, Steve left his reclusive stall and joined others at a nearby picnic bench. There were kids of various ages there, some he recognized others were new. He took one of the plastic water containers the park people had put on the various tables and listened to the chatter and joking. Nobody seemed to want to brave the humidity to run, kick or swing. The vision was like one of Steve's mental trips during his bedtime self-satisfaction sessions. The bare upper torso was smooth, the jeans were so low on the hips, and you could see the top of the guy's pubic hair even at a distance. His hands were stuffed in each pocket as if pushing his worn jeans down further daring onlookers to smile. The face bore a sheepish expression and the thick black hair reminded Steve of Cooper. As the sauntering body and those with him got closer, Steve realized it was Cooper. He nodded and said "hey" the most he had ever spoken to the tempting image. Steve had never seen the guy without a shirt let alone naked, even in his mental imaging. Now the body was there in front of him. The pecs were developed topped by quarter size nipples. There was a thin line of hair on the stomach leading down into the jean waistband that prevented any view of what was hidden below. The furry hair along the waistband was unmistakable the top of what was a nest of delight able pubic hair surrounding what Steve hoped was an ample amount of flesh formed in the shape of a penis and sac of testicles. "Stare much?" the words were in his ear. Not loud enough for others to hear and not exactly a whisper. Steve realized Cooper's lips were so close he could turn his head and kiss them. What a surprise that would be for everyone at the table, he thought. And he'd probably get a black eye from Cooper as a reward. The guy plopped down on the table top, his legs next to where Steve sat. He and others talked dirty stuff about the weather, sweaty women and bragged about real or imagined sexual escapades. "Hey you ok?" It was Cooper in his ear again. Steve turned around. He was facing Cooper's crotch more than his face. "Yea just you know hot" Steve replied lamely. "Tell me about it" Cooper turned his head upwards as his hand tilted the water bottle poured its contents first down his throat then continued as the boy closed his lips to let it wash over him. It was like a slow motion scene Steve imagined watching Cooper's Adam's apple move as the half-naked guys guzzled then see the liquid wash over his face and down onto his shoulders and chest. "Crap" Cooper ended the imagined slow motion effect. "See you guys" he said and disappeared the way he had come from. Steve watched the back of Cooper's jeans sagging below the bottom of his buttocks. It was a good day but not as good as those to follow. Each day for almost a week, Steve returned to the park as a new regular habit. He joined others in their summertime banter and school ridiculing recounts. He swung bats at large soft balls, kicked the soccer ball in unorganized and often unruly matches and ran about as he used to when he was a much younger kid. Then the day that changed his life arrived. Of course Steve wasn't aware it was coming. He hadn't even fantasized about that day. In fact, for some unknown reason, Steve hadn't masturbated that morning, deciding instead to join parts of his family still there for breakfast before walking back to Mac Park. The sun baked his tanning torso due to his shirtless habit. It felt good. He wondered if there would be anyone willing to play any game since it was more humid that day then others past. A group were already sitting, standing and hovering about one of the picnic tables. A metal container of ice and plastic water bottles awaited them. Discussion about activities the day before, gossip about girls with expanding bosoms and the usual repeated jokes encouraged cursing and laughter as usual. Steve was him coming. There were five of them walking together so close it seemed like they were conjoined. But as the images got closer that effect lifted with the haze of the hot air. One of them was Cooper. As he had been before, he was shirtless, his jeans riding so low that fantasies immediately surfaced in Steve's mind. He hoped his untouched penis wouldn't reveal them. Steve looked around to see if there was room for Cooper to sit nearby as he had days ago. He shifted over to make room but realized he couldn't ask the boy to take advantage. To his surprise and delight, Cooper sat where he had days ago, on top of the table beside Steve. It was then that Steve realized the object of his imagined passion wore cutoffs rather than the usual long legged jeans. He turned towards Cooper "what you been up to" trying to sound as casual as possible. His head aimed at Cooper but his eyes glanced at the bulges of flesh that could be seen beneath the frayed end shorts. "Horny as always" Cooper said then bent over, his lips so close Steve could feel them "but you can see that can't you?" This time his words were loud enough for others around them to hear and respond with laughter. The nudge on his bare shoulder told Steve that it wasn't ridicule but a joke. "Gotta let the boys get air now and then" Cooper added, prompting more laughter. The talk was the usual, pointless except to take up time and bond with others there. Each joke or comment prompted laughter or other jokes. Steve didn't care what was said. He was enjoying the bare leg that moved against him each time Cooper reacted. He wanted to wrap his arms around it, kiss the thigh, stroke the calf, pull himself between the legs and lick the bulging ball sac that anyone in that position could see. Steve wondered what the others would say if he licked it, right there in front of everyone. They would all know he was queer of course and wait to see Cooper's reaction. Another black eye probably. "Gotta hit the head" the words pierced through his thoughts as the bare legs moved against his bare arm, moving Cooper to the ground. "Me too" Steve heard the words not realizing at first they originated in his own throat. He was nervous. Did the others at the table wonder why he was following Cooper to the men's room? Did they suspect what he fantasized about? Would Cooper ignore him or joke about standing beside him at the trough, each boy holding their penis in plain view? "Nice" Cooper's word was subtle, neither a whisper or loud enough to echo in the cinderblock room. "What?" Steve asked "You got a nice one" Cooper said How should Steve respond? A mere "thank you" seemed polite but arrogant. "You too" would be an accurate as his glance of Cooper's penis had been rewarding. "Yea it gets the job done" Steve said without further thought. Cooper laughed "I guess so, girls like em long" "Not only girls" Steve said and then swallowed hard realizing his gut had spoken what his mind wouldn't. "Yea I know" Cooper said "what about you?" He was still holding his penis after the flow had stopped when Cooper turned towards Steve "I've seen you looking but we all do that". "Sorry" Steve said "Hey" Cooper's hand left his penis and rested on Steve's bare shoulder "no problem, I like you too" The stall was the same one Steve had sat on a week before to hide his erection. This time it sprung in plain view without his hesitation. The cock that his tongue licked was in front of him where Cooper stood. It was still expanding as he licked it. This was the first time Steve had touched another guy's penis let along licked one. Of course there were those in his brain during fantasy recalls but this was for real. His hands moved upwards over the smooth torso he had admired around his back and over the two mounds now revealed by the fallen cutoffs. There were no words, no conversation needed. Steve wrapped his lips around the cock and slid forward and back again encouraged by Cooper's curses and muttering. The cum flowed out of the corners of his mouth and onto his bare chest. "My turn" Cooper said as he knelt on the cutoffs. He didn't hesitate to pull Steve's shorts around his buttocks and down his legs. "You don't have to" Steve said Cooper looked up at him, "is this your first time?" he asked and then returned to his quest, sucking in Steve's stem of flesh. He felt the model like cheeks, the thick black hair and arms that had allowed Cooper's hands to reach for and clutch his buttocks. It felt natural Steve later recalled as his legs curled upwards. His head bumped the wall as Cooper's finger then tongue lapped at an often ignored nerve endings that surrounded his butthole. "I spit allot" Cooper said as he made the sound and rubbed his restored erection. It pushed into Steve causing him to nearly beg Cooper to stop. As if hearing his mind, Cooper told him to relax, to breath that the pain would go away soon. Steve nearly fell of the toilet seat a few times, but Cooper's strength kept him in place until the obvious ending defined itself as happy. Steve felt the cement rub against his shoulders as his body was pushed and pulled. It distracted him from feeling the pain enough that when the pleasure began to overwhelm him, the sex was like what he had imagined. "Crap you're tight" Cooper said. Steve whose eyes had closed during the fucking opened in time to see Cooper finish spewing his streams across him. Again and again the jism spit on is naked body. He quickly jacked his own erection and came quickly...even while Cooper was finishing his own orgasm. "Nice" Cooper said as he bent over to pull up his cutoffs. Then he reached for Steve's shorts pulling them up his legs. "Better wash off" Cooper said pulling Steve to his feet. Standing at the sink, Steve proceeded to do as Cooper suggested. "I hope we can uh get together..." Steve was afraid to finish the sentence. The girls he usually saw hanging out with Cooper would probably laugh at him as one of Cooper's conquests. A kid fag. He was sure he hadn't been the only juvenile slobbering over Cooper's cock. "Get together again? Sure why not, but the next time, you'll do me" Cooper said as he patted Steve's crotch. "Deal?" Cooper was exiting the building as Steve promised. "Deal"