It had been a hard day at college and I was exhausted as I left the building. It was only dinner time as well. My head was still spinning from the lesson I'd just been in so I decided I needed to take a walk before heading home to do some home work.
Near my college is a large park and I enjoy walking round it. There's not much there really, but the large open spaces allow me to think and clear my head. I'm alone, it's so big that you rarely bump into anyone else.
About ten minutes of walking around I feel like I need to shit. Boy do I need to dump! Right in the middle of the park is a toilet block. It always looks as if nobody's been there, but the graffiti, despite it's age, shows that this is not accurate. I'd been there a couple of times before and jacked-off after seeing some really fit guys walk through.
Vandals had been through there since my last visit and the doors to the cubicals had been taken away. I though about this for a moment, but decided that my need to dump was greater than my wish for privacy. I went in, put my bag down, took down my jeans and pants to my knees and proceeded with my dump.
There was no toilet paper, I never expected there to be, so I start going through my bag looking for my note pad. I know it doesn't get it all off, but it's better than walking round with a shitty arse for the next 2 hours.
I'd just finished wiping up and put the paper in the loo when this guy on a bike walked in. In this area, you don't leave your bike outside - you get the picture? He walked straight passed my cubicle and glanced in. He was coming in to take a piss at the urinals to the right of my cubicle. I waited. He didn't know whether I'd already shit or was still in action, so I sat tight. I heard him finish his pissing and waited for him to leave.
He'd propped his bike against the outside of the next cubicle on my left and glanced again as he passed. I heard the bike move and thought he was about to leave. He didn't though. I could just see the front wheel of the bike through the open doorway, it was rocking back and forth. Slowly I leant forward to see what his delay was. Maybe he was fiddling with his bike, I thought.
I was wrong. He was waiting to see if I was up for trade. The rocking bike was an excuse. He was rubbing his crotch through his tight blue jeans. I could make out quite a basket. I started to get hard. I began to massage the head of my cock and he wheeled forward to take a bit of a look at me. Without thinking, I stood up so I could get better leverage on my prong. He ground his crotch even harder.
I don't really recall what happened next, it all seemed to happen so fast. He said something like it wasn't safe there. Come outside and we'll go somewhere else. Still rubbing his crotch he left. I corrected my dress and left also.
Trying to make it look like we weren't together, I stayed a little behind him. But he slowed down and I was forced to catch up to him. He asked if I lived near by. I said I didn't. Eventually, I think I suggested going into the bushes with him. It was early autumn so the bushes still had quite a few leaves - nice for a bit of privacy. There was a nice large, thick bush (excuse the description please!) right next to us, so we went inside it.
Finding the open middle of the outcrop, I place my bag down on the fallen leaves. He starts rubbing his dick again through his jeans and I do similar. I got tired of this and opened the fly of my jeans and pulled my dick out. 8 inches of freed meat. He came over and stuck it into his mouth. The feeling was good, his hot breath in my bush on this cold day.
When he stood up, I saw that he was about 25 with close cropped brown hair. Not overly attractive to look at but he had a nice body. I also wanted to see what his tool was like. I unzipped his fly and pulled his meat out. His jeans were very tight and I had a job getting through the fly of his boxers. The hard flesh felt silky soft in my hands and I began to slowly tug away at the foreskin. He had a lot of foreskin, it seemed to extent another half inch passed the tip even when fully erect. I'd not seen one like that before or since. I'm uncut myself, but when I'm hard I show at least half of the head.
We stood there, in the bushes rubbing each others tackle for a while when I got plucky. "Do you wanna fuck me?" I asked. Bearing in mind that I'd only been fucked up the arse once before and I was pissed out of my skull at the time, I was amazed at myself for the suggestion. His eyes lit up and dick pulsed in my hand. Nonchalantly, he replied "OK, and I think I might have a condom as well." This I was pleased about. I felt good that I was following all the safe sex stuff we talked about at school.
He fumbled in his wallet and pulled out a rubber. The packet was old and had obviously been waiting to be used for some time. It was alright though. Still with his foreskin completely covering the head he put the rubber on. It was interesting to watch, most guys wear them so that the rounded end of the rubber is in contact with the dick head. He left a space between the end and the head - with the air squeezed out of course. I dropped my pants and jeans and slowly jacked while he prepared himself.
He spat into his hand and began to further lube up the condom, then spat again to wet my dry arse hole. He fingered me for a while just to open me up. It must have been obvious that he was entering virgin territory. I turned my white arse towards him and he walked behind me. It took a couple of attempts and some more spit before he finally got it in properly.
The heavenly feeling in my arse spread all over me, making my fingers, my feet and my dick tingle. He brough his hand to hold my dick while he shafted my rear, his other hand steadying my hips. Soon he started really laying in to me. He was fucking me so hard that he pushed me off his dick. It fell out with a plop!
I suggested that I lean against something, like a tree, to make it easier. I leant against a thick, low hanging branch, and pointed by boy pussy out at him. He went in again, much more easily this time. He fucked me nice and hard, with long, deep strokes, the balls at the base of his 7.5 inches banging against mine as I hit his root.
Somewhere along the line, I looked through the branches and noticed that I could see the kids playground. Shit! I thought! Thank god there were no kids playing. How embarassing: "Mummy, what's that man doing to that other man in the bushes?....."
I said nothing. Put the view out of my mind and went back to the fucking I was loving. We must have been at it for about 20 minutes. Every single stroke of his thick shaft was wonderful. I knew that I'd have to come sometime with all this stimulation.
Then it started. The tightness of the balls, the twitching of the ass muscles, the heavy panting and the moaning. The squeezing of my ass made him fuck even harder, he was gonna cum as well.
"Ohh, Ohh, OOOOHHHHH, I'm gonna cum!" I screamed.
He gave an extra deep thrust and I shot my load. It travelled about 4 foot, thick and creamy white jism leaving a path through the leaves. The sight of the leaved dripping with my spunk triggered his orgasm. Pulling his dick roughly from my hole he tore off the condom and let rip with his own flood of man juice. Meaty cocks always give out a nice reward, I've found. His was no exception. It flew in the same direction and nearly went as far. Some leaves now had a double cream coating.
After the shit-that-was-good's and the man-your-fucking-tight-arse's were over we dressed and headed back to the path outside the shelter of the bushes. We said our goodbyes and said that we'd bump into each other again. but we haven't yet.
Near my college is a large park and I enjoy walking round it. There's not much there really, but the large open spaces allow me to think and clear my head. I'm alone, it's so big that you rarely bump into anyone else.
About ten minutes of walking around I feel like I need to shit. Boy do I need to dump! Right in the middle of the park is a toilet block. It always looks as if nobody's been there, but the graffiti, despite it's age, shows that this is not accurate. I'd been there a couple of times before and jacked-off after seeing some really fit guys walk through.
Vandals had been through there since my last visit and the doors to the cubicals had been taken away. I though about this for a moment, but decided that my need to dump was greater than my wish for privacy. I went in, put my bag down, took down my jeans and pants to my knees and proceeded with my dump.
There was no toilet paper, I never expected there to be, so I start going through my bag looking for my note pad. I know it doesn't get it all off, but it's better than walking round with a shitty arse for the next 2 hours.
I'd just finished wiping up and put the paper in the loo when this guy on a bike walked in. In this area, you don't leave your bike outside - you get the picture? He walked straight passed my cubicle and glanced in. He was coming in to take a piss at the urinals to the right of my cubicle. I waited. He didn't know whether I'd already shit or was still in action, so I sat tight. I heard him finish his pissing and waited for him to leave.
He'd propped his bike against the outside of the next cubicle on my left and glanced again as he passed. I heard the bike move and thought he was about to leave. He didn't though. I could just see the front wheel of the bike through the open doorway, it was rocking back and forth. Slowly I leant forward to see what his delay was. Maybe he was fiddling with his bike, I thought.
I was wrong. He was waiting to see if I was up for trade. The rocking bike was an excuse. He was rubbing his crotch through his tight blue jeans. I could make out quite a basket. I started to get hard. I began to massage the head of my cock and he wheeled forward to take a bit of a look at me. Without thinking, I stood up so I could get better leverage on my prong. He ground his crotch even harder.
I don't really recall what happened next, it all seemed to happen so fast. He said something like it wasn't safe there. Come outside and we'll go somewhere else. Still rubbing his crotch he left. I corrected my dress and left also.
Trying to make it look like we weren't together, I stayed a little behind him. But he slowed down and I was forced to catch up to him. He asked if I lived near by. I said I didn't. Eventually, I think I suggested going into the bushes with him. It was early autumn so the bushes still had quite a few leaves - nice for a bit of privacy. There was a nice large, thick bush (excuse the description please!) right next to us, so we went inside it.
Finding the open middle of the outcrop, I place my bag down on the fallen leaves. He starts rubbing his dick again through his jeans and I do similar. I got tired of this and opened the fly of my jeans and pulled my dick out. 8 inches of freed meat. He came over and stuck it into his mouth. The feeling was good, his hot breath in my bush on this cold day.
When he stood up, I saw that he was about 25 with close cropped brown hair. Not overly attractive to look at but he had a nice body. I also wanted to see what his tool was like. I unzipped his fly and pulled his meat out. His jeans were very tight and I had a job getting through the fly of his boxers. The hard flesh felt silky soft in my hands and I began to slowly tug away at the foreskin. He had a lot of foreskin, it seemed to extent another half inch passed the tip even when fully erect. I'd not seen one like that before or since. I'm uncut myself, but when I'm hard I show at least half of the head.
We stood there, in the bushes rubbing each others tackle for a while when I got plucky. "Do you wanna fuck me?" I asked. Bearing in mind that I'd only been fucked up the arse once before and I was pissed out of my skull at the time, I was amazed at myself for the suggestion. His eyes lit up and dick pulsed in my hand. Nonchalantly, he replied "OK, and I think I might have a condom as well." This I was pleased about. I felt good that I was following all the safe sex stuff we talked about at school.
He fumbled in his wallet and pulled out a rubber. The packet was old and had obviously been waiting to be used for some time. It was alright though. Still with his foreskin completely covering the head he put the rubber on. It was interesting to watch, most guys wear them so that the rounded end of the rubber is in contact with the dick head. He left a space between the end and the head - with the air squeezed out of course. I dropped my pants and jeans and slowly jacked while he prepared himself.
He spat into his hand and began to further lube up the condom, then spat again to wet my dry arse hole. He fingered me for a while just to open me up. It must have been obvious that he was entering virgin territory. I turned my white arse towards him and he walked behind me. It took a couple of attempts and some more spit before he finally got it in properly.
The heavenly feeling in my arse spread all over me, making my fingers, my feet and my dick tingle. He brough his hand to hold my dick while he shafted my rear, his other hand steadying my hips. Soon he started really laying in to me. He was fucking me so hard that he pushed me off his dick. It fell out with a plop!
I suggested that I lean against something, like a tree, to make it easier. I leant against a thick, low hanging branch, and pointed by boy pussy out at him. He went in again, much more easily this time. He fucked me nice and hard, with long, deep strokes, the balls at the base of his 7.5 inches banging against mine as I hit his root.
Somewhere along the line, I looked through the branches and noticed that I could see the kids playground. Shit! I thought! Thank god there were no kids playing. How embarassing: "Mummy, what's that man doing to that other man in the bushes?....."
I said nothing. Put the view out of my mind and went back to the fucking I was loving. We must have been at it for about 20 minutes. Every single stroke of his thick shaft was wonderful. I knew that I'd have to come sometime with all this stimulation.
Then it started. The tightness of the balls, the twitching of the ass muscles, the heavy panting and the moaning. The squeezing of my ass made him fuck even harder, he was gonna cum as well.
"Ohh, Ohh, OOOOHHHHH, I'm gonna cum!" I screamed.
He gave an extra deep thrust and I shot my load. It travelled about 4 foot, thick and creamy white jism leaving a path through the leaves. The sight of the leaved dripping with my spunk triggered his orgasm. Pulling his dick roughly from my hole he tore off the condom and let rip with his own flood of man juice. Meaty cocks always give out a nice reward, I've found. His was no exception. It flew in the same direction and nearly went as far. Some leaves now had a double cream coating.
After the shit-that-was-good's and the man-your-fucking-tight-arse's were over we dressed and headed back to the path outside the shelter of the bushes. We said our goodbyes and said that we'd bump into each other again. but we haven't yet.
