The sun was busy playing hide and seek with the clouds, casting shadows over the jogging trail. It was going to set soon and the park was getting emptier and emptier. My new sneakers still felt a little off as I jogged down the trail, nodding once in a while at the men who ran past me. Usually my eyes never leave the pavement. I am a shy one, I've been told. But today I felt a little different --a bit cocky, a bit reckless. Perhaps it was the audacity of the short shorts I'd chosen, the fabric light against my skin, a little too short to let things slip by 'accident'. Or maybe it was the absence of underwear that made me slightly hard.
As I jogged past the common area, where families picnicked and couples walked holding hands, I felt the weight of judging eyes. Probably just my own anxieties. as no one was looking at me. Still I smirked, the front of my shorts clearly showing an imprint of my semi hard dick swinging back and forth, unrestrained within. I whirred off into the more secluded part of the trail. The plan was to get some man to notice me, give a signal, a glance at my crotch was enough, I'll do the rest to entice him into some action. But after 40 minutes in, there has been no luck.
With the darkness now creeping in, I thought it was better if I handled this --my hardening dick--myself than waiting for some guy. I wanted a release, an outdoor jerk off session is still better than going home with blue balls anyways. I jogged off the trail into the forested area behind the shrubs and trees. Here, underneath the canopy of leaves, I felt a surge of boldness.
I slowed to a halt, my breaths deep and satisfying. I was slick with sweat, my mahogany body shining like my skin was oiled. I had no shirt on. My fingers, acting on a carnal impulse, touched the tips of my hardening nipples, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. I always forget how sensitive I am. My dick too leapt a little under my shorts demanding some more attention.
Looking around seeing how the bushes had partially hidden me from the jogging trail, I felt bold, I felt kinky. I smirked as my fingers pulled my shorts that loosely clung to my hips down and let them fall to my ankles. The cool air greeted my sweaty nakedness and hard pulsing cock that rose and curved slightly upwards to my torso. I was stiff. I could hear people afar, oblivious, unaware of my nude body, my hard member bouncing in arousal.
Fuck, I'm such a pervert.
With a recklessness seeping deeper with lust, I took off my shorts and draped it on my shoulder and plunged deeper into the forested area. I needed some concrete or a bench to lay down on. If I am going to play with my cock in the wild, I am going to do it my way, legs spread apart, one hand on my balls and the other a fist around my cock, hips thrusting up. I found the old basketball court that no one uses anymore and made my way there.
That's when I saw him. The guy, almost camouflaged in the shadows, taking a few steps forward to let me know his presence. I shuddered, a deep shame ran through me and I cupped my cock to hide my nudity but I was feeble in my trial and I had somehow gotten harder. He wasn't a big dude. He was tall, lean, and almost a twink. Buzzcut hair, thick lips and a shade of beard, he was draped in an oversized hoodie and joggers.
Honestly I was frozen. Shaking a little even. I wanted to flee. I was going to flee as he took his steps forward but then I saw it, his cocky smile. Him licking his lips, eyes traveling down to my barely hidden modesty. He knew the game and he wanted to play. The front of his joggers protruding, stiff as I was.
His eyes were dark, and brows thick and black. There was hesitation in his movements but he wanted what I needed so I dropped my hands, freeing my hard cock that bounced, still hard and now leaking precum. He rubbed the front of his own pants, biting his lower lip, still looking at me up and down.
"Are you just going to watch, or are you going to do something about this?" I said to him, giving my uncut cock a tug.
The guy, as if waiting for an invitation to unleash himself on me, almost pounced onto his knees and grabbed my cock in his hands. I gasped. He didn't wait for instructions, he licked the tip of my cock, pulling back my foreskin. My knees almost buckled. His tongue swirled around the pink head of my cock before he pushed it into his mouth, his lips latching onto me like a suction. His fingers massaging my balls, tugging them each time he took me in.
He had a cut in his eyebrow, a style choice I was sure, and his eyes were big, round. He kept looking at me several times as he was sucking me. I let my fingers rest on his head as he worked his tongue on my cock. I needed support especially when we pulled my cock out of his mouth with a pop and tapped it on his luscious lips. They looked so fuckable.
He was good, too good. He had me moaning so loudly by the time he was taking my cock half way into his mouth. Each time the tip of his tongue flicked across my cock slit I felt my shoulders lean back, head tilting dangerously like I was going to drop imp from how good his mouth felt on my cock, I pulled him off of my dick and leaned down to kiss him. His lips were pink and shining with drool --what a hungry fag-- I pressed mine for a wet and hungry kiss. He had pulled his pants down and let his cock free by then too and I reached down, cupping the tip with my fingers which made him moan into my mouth. I grabbed his jaw and pulling him closer, my tongue deeper inside his mouth.
My hands kept messaging his cock tip, his precum sticking to my palms. He whined, almost unintentionally when pulled away from his lips. I found that cute, his eyes drunk, mouth agape, drooling, his hands playing with his cock, I wanted to hold him down, lick every part of him and listen to him moan and whimper all night. I wanted to use him as much as he wanted to be used.
Our gazes met then. A smile, slow and knowing, spread across his face, mirroring my own. He wanted more and he wanted it rough. I pressed the back of his head towards me and like a hungry animal he took all of me inside his mouth, So desperate indeed that he gagged himself the first thrust before he settled into a rhythm.
I started thrusting into his mouth, he liked it. He wanted more. To each thrust he kept pushing himself forward, pushing me balls deep into his face. His fingers, wet with drool and sweat, were tight around my balls, massaging them while my thighs shuddered. He was pumping his own uncut cock hard right now.
His other hand that was busy wandering on my torso, pushed me to stop thrusting and he then wrapped his lips around my balls and I wanted to scream. He was merciless, his tongue dancing rough on my skin, making me groan and pant like an animal in heat.
"Get down here," he said to me, panting, before pulling me down to my knees. He took his hoodie off and tossed it to the side. His body, a work of art, Adonis, a figure of beauty. He was lean, muscled with a light hint of abs and a trail of black hair running down his olive skin to his hairy cock. With both of his hands he grabbed my glutes and pulled me into him, our hard cocks colliding, and a shudder running through me like electric.
We immediately fell to our side, him still holding to my ass and I reaching out to his and we started humping into each other, almost feverishly. Our bodies pressed together, eager to make our cocks feel good, our bodies feel good. Our lips together again, kissing and moaning while both of our cocks, proud and wanting, brushed against each other each thrust. His pants and briefs were on his ankles. He was as naked as I was with anything but my sneakers as I thrust into him.
Our hips were synched, his mouth found it's way around my nipple. I gasped when he bit it lightly, my teeth latching onto his ear. Our pace quickened, my fingers digging into his tight muscled ass cheeks, balls slapping louder than our moans. I was nearing my climax and the hurried thrust i felt from him said he was close too. I let my arms wander and they were around his back and small waist now, pulling him harder into my thrust.
We locked eyes, his strong fingers spread my ass cheeks, his finger rubbing my hole, driving me almost delirious. With my breath hitched in my throat, his finger putting pressure on my hole, I bit his bottom lip just hard enough that I felt his body spasm. A guttural moan escaping his throat, his hips erratic humping into me. His breathing rapid and his grip tightening painfully on my cheeks, he thrusted into my body hard before spurting his cum on my cock and my stomach.
Feeling the warm liquid shooting against my cock and his hips animalistic in their thrust, I felt my own hips losing control, my legs shaking, my arms pulling him closer. I whimpered into his mouth, breathless words of pleasurable anguish as I came, my whole body shaking, still thrusting.
We both crashed on our backs at the same time, breathless and exhausted. I was still catching my breath, naked, covered in sweat and cum, at the park. It had gone dark by now, with just the hint of dusk at the far corners of the sky. There was silence, the place felt vacant, abandoned apart for the both of us. The man next to me rubbed his hand on my thigh, and laughed.
"That was so hot," he said, looking at me.
"Fuck yeah it was," I smiled back at him, disbelief and a hint of pride washing over me.
I have never pushed myself this far before. Fuck. I am a pervert.
"My name is Raphael by the way," the naked man next to me whispered.
"Hi Raphael. I am Micheal," I spoke too in a hushed tone.
Looking at his face, something told me that this isn't going to be the last time I do some crazy shit with Raphael.
P.S this is the first time in years writing any fictional work for me😅. Hope you guys like it🫶🏾
