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This story is based on actual events, with some fiction added for effect. Comments and feedback welcome at dub_dude@hotmail.com
Viking Voyeurism
I was in a Scandanavian capital, and took some time from my tourist schedule to attempt to deal with my horniness. I went to an Internet cafe, searched the web for cruising sites in the area, and found the perfect one... a park very near to my location.
It interestingly stated that the local Police knew about what went on here, but as long as innocent passers-by were not inconvenienced and things occurred relatively privately, they had no problem with it. They would even patrol the park to ensure the safety of the cruiser's, as some had apparently been accosted previously. How progressive is that?
I arrived there shortly after sundown, and hung around as things hotted up the later it got. This appeared to be a 'happening' place, and there were several spots where the bushes contained paths worn out within them, perfect for this purpose - completely out of sight from 'innocent' eyes.
On the other side of the public path beside this bushy area was a children's playground. Of course, at night, this was deserted. It had lighting on a building on the one side that was activated by movement, and some park path lights shone lightly through more trees and bushes that separated another path around the back of the playground.
On the opposite side of the park to the movement sensor, there were a couple of wooden building structures. I found that going behind and between them was the perfect place to 'be alone' with someone.
And this was where I found them...
Being so dimly lit, and my vantage point so hidden, the specific details of what the men looked like were lost to me. All I knew was they were both relatively young. But I was able to see silhouettes. And since they were 'performing' for me at the far end of the alley between the two wooden buildings, my viewpoint being directly from the side, their most prominent features jutted out in stark relief to the background ambient light.
I watched by just sticking as much of my head around the corner of the second wooden structure to allow my one eye to see them, and hopefully not enough for them to see me, destroying their privacy. And it appeared to work.
'Lad A' had his trousers and underwear around his ankles, while 'lad B' did as well, but had gone the extra step of taking off his shirt, which made him appear naked. They were kissing passionately, and jerking on the other's cock.
There was quite a large disparity in height between these two young guns. The more submissive 'lad B' was tall, slim and gangly, while his partner was rather short and had more of a swimmers build.
'Lad A' also took off his shirt, and in doing so offered me the perfect side view of his cock-tube. It was one of those penis' that was too thick and heavy to actually achieve an erection that made it to the 45 degree angle. It dangled at about 90 degrees, sometimes throbbing slightly above that, curving slightly downward, and swayed like a big tree in a strong wind. The obligatory condom was placed on and then lubed up, while 'lad B' seemed to be doing the same to his asshole. After removing his shirt, 'lad A' took hold of this fat piece of man meat with one hand and, holding on to the waist of 'lad B', who had turned around and was offering his fat-free buttocks for the taking, guided it towards its intended target.
It was obvious that 'lad B' was a committed bottom. Firstly, there was probably no other way he would have been able to take such a sizeable cock up his ass and secondly, still enjoy it, rather than scream in pain. How could I tell he found it pleasurable? Frankly, it was simple; his long, thinnish cock with a large knob on the end, making it look like a lollipop, was erect throughout the entire episode.
In the beginning, when he was bent over at the waist, hands against the wooden structure before him, supporting his weight and the forces from behind, his dick-stick slapped into his stomach in rhythm with the pounding he was receiving. Never once did it go soft enough to dangle between his legs.
It was certainly helped by the fact that neither of them could ignore the turgid todger's antics for very long, and would take turns wanking it; 'lad A' as leverage, in time with his thrusting, and its owner, fast and furious for only a few seconds at a time.
Only later, when he straightened up to lean back against his invader's chest, with 'lad A' on his toes, thrusting almost straight upwards, was 'lad B's cock flailing out in front of him in wild circles, without hitting either his legs or abdomen. However, as soon as they established an almost melodic beat of thighs and hips banging against thighs and butt cheeks, joined by a pumping, thick penis-pipe, and his nipples pinched or rubbed, was the timing of 'lad B's cock re-invigorated to resume its 'applause' of 'lad A's performance against its owner's slim waist.
This was seemingly so stimulating that after a last blur of hand action, the raging rod rewarded 'lad B' for his ass offering by spewing cum like a fire hose, without any further touching. He must not have cum for many days or been edging for ages, as ropes of sperm flew in all directions, one blob even splattering against the wooden wall just in front of my face.
It was awesome to watch. A long streamer of semen would leave the slit, and the gyrations of the rock-hard cock would rip it into small ribbons and fling it in whichever direction the dick-stick was pointing at the time. It was like a cum fountain. I could even hear the 'splats' as the massive blobs fell onto the concrete they were standing on. He must have coated himself and the surrounding area with his jism. When it was all over, he milked the last of it out with his hand, flicking it away as well.
That was apparently all that 'lad A' could take, and as 'lad B's cock finally wilted after its spectacular orgasm, the grunts and staccato hip thrusts signaled the climaxing and pouring forth of scrotum sauce into the latex receptacle, buried deep within it's pleasure tunnel.
Leaving them to kiss and clean up, I later returned to find the extra large condom discarded courteously in a nearby trash can, with drops of cum still leaking out of it.
Up the Vikings, I say!