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"Walking"
So we're walking through the park, on our way back to his car from softball practice when it happens. Twice before he'd driven me home after practice.
I was a little uncomfortable around him. I don't know why, I mean he was friendly, he smiled a lot, but his eyes were so intense; and sometimes, when he pushed his hair back from his face, he would look at me. I could feel it. That hard look. I thought I knew what it meant, but how can you be sure?
"Hey lets go climb that thing," He says to me as we're walking past the playground, pointing up at one of the playground towers.
"I'm game," I reply. We set out; I'm climbing behind him, eager to watch his ass as we go up the structure. We reach the top.
He leans against the side, lights up a cigarette. His back is to me, we're just talking for awhile, about nothing at all, when he turns his body just enough for me to see his crotch from the side. He was hard! I didn't know what to do; I couldn't help but stare. I'd never seen him erect before. His sweats were tented out, and he was talking on like nothing was happening at all. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and turned more so I could see his crotch full on.
He just kept talking, a little quieter now. It took me a second to realize I had already sunk to my knees. I knelt there, with his hard-on a foot or so from my face, poking out in his sweats, a small wet spot starting to soak through near the head. His voice didn't pause as he reached down with his hand, and between one word and the next, flipped out his cock. He shifts forward a little, pushing it towards my face. He rests a hand on top of my head.
My mouth is dry, my throat is tight. I shouldn't. We can't. I don't want to. My mind is blurry, I can't be doing this, I'm thinking as I open wide, swallowing the head, the shaft, all the way down. I needed this, I'm thinking as his other hand moves to the back of my head holding me in place and he begins to thrust, sliding in and out across my tongue, down my throat. God he tastes so good. I'm not thinking now, I'm totally focused on his cock.
He's still talking, part of me hears him, the part that still doesn't believe this. His voice is getting ragged, he's thrusting a little faster now, in and out, his balls are slapping against my chin; his pre-cum is so tangy- sweet. I tongue-flick the underside of the head, and hum in my throat as he goes really deep. He's getting close, he's tensing, raising up on his toes. With a sigh he stops, his cock pulsing in my mouth. He pulls out suddenly and starts shooting his load all over my chin and lips. He laughs as he shakes off the last couple of drops, and tucks it away as I'm wiping my face clean.
"We should walk back this way more often," he says with pat on my head. All the way home, I can still smell it, and I'm wondering, when do I taste him again?