Sunday, July 6, 2008

One-On-One, Under A Tree

Another dull Friday night, so it was back to my favorite spot again. I wasn't in the mood for anything really involved, so at first, I just sat in the car, looking at the other guys sitting around in their cars. One, in particular, looked really hot. A little older than my usual type, but hairy and Italian (which forgive a lot). He had a rough "edge" to him, and that turned me on. I stared at him, but figured it was all for nothing when he pulled out of his parking space next to mine.

I was surprised when, a minute later, he pulled back in, backwards, so that we were right next to each other. He reclined his seat back, and I could see that he was pulling on his rod. Well, fair's fair, I thought, and unzipped my jeans and hauled my cock out, making sure he could see how big it was. I stroked myself for a minute, being as obvious about it as I could, and then looked back at him...stared him right in the eye...licked my lips.

Big mistake! He scrunched back a little more, and shot off. I could see the jets of cum fly up in the air and land on his chest (his shirt was open). After he stopped blasting off, he shook his head as if to clear it, sat up, started the car and drove off. Jeez...talk about a lousy date! As turned on as I was, I couldn't help but laugh. Well, I stuffed my meat back into my jeans, and looked around. In "the interim" the other cars had emptied out, so I knew that whatever was going on was going on down in the bushes. I closed up the car and headed down, my dick leading the way.

There were the usual trolls lurking in the bushes, but I ignored them, making a few passes along the trails to see who and what was down there that was worth looking at. After ten minutes, I was convinced that there wasn't much, and I turned around to walk back up the trail and back up to the car - and almost knocked a guy over, whom, I would swear, hadn't been there a second ago.

I started to apologize, and then got a good look at him. Young, shorter than I...maybe 5'6"...hunky...moustache...brown hair and eyes. The words just got caught in my throat, and I stood there, our faces about 2" from each others, with my mouth hanging open. I closed my jaw and collected myself. "Hi," I said. He returned the greetings. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked. He said he was looking for a big dick to play with.

Fortune must have been smiling on me that night. I stepped back a bit and unzipped my fly again, hauling out my meat. "Will this do?" I asked. He grabbed it, smiled, and nodded. Bingo! I would have made it with him right then and there, but he wanted some privacy, and led me back - by my dick! - through some paths and finally to a clear spot under some trees about 200' away from where we started. He still had a grip on my dick, and so I reached over and started undoing his pants. It got a little awkward after a minute, so I leaned up to him and whispered, "Take it out."

He let go of my rod, and opened his pants, pushing them and his briefs down his legs. He grabbed ahold of his own dick and started fisting it, and although it was only average in size, it looked tremendous on his small frame. Needless to say, I was jacking on mine, too. "My name's Mike," I said. "Mine's Patrick," he said, and he smiled again. "How old are you?" He was 20. "Where you from?" I asked. "Mill Basin. You?"

I told him, and then we got back to business. I pulled my jeans down the same way he had his, and shuffled a little closer to him. I reached over and grabbed his nuts, and was surprised to find they were bigger than mine. I worked my hand up his shaft, and closed my palm around the head of his dick...and it was uncut! I repositioned my hand a bit, so I could rub his foreskin over the head of his cock with one hand. He seemed to like that - he kept smiling, and framed by that little moustache of his, that smile was a real turn-on.

He was jerking my rod at the same time, and it felt really good. I hopped/shuffled a little closer to him, and bent down, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He returned it a minute later. I shifted position a little, and took my dick out of his hand, grabbing it and his in the same hand, making sure my thumb was over his foreskin.

We were now face-to-face, up close, and he knew exactly what I wanted to do. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and started thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking my hand, while I slowly jerked in tandem with his thrusts. With my spare hand, I reached around him and ran it up and down his back, from his shoulders to his ass, and then - with another one of those fucking smiles! - we kissed again. And again. And again. We finally broke the kiss, and then stood there for a few minutes nuzzling each other's necks while he kept thrusting his cock into my hand, rubbing it against mine. From a distance, it might have looked like we were slow-dancing. It was really beautiful.

I finally took that spare hand of mine and brought it around front, running it up under his shirt. I felt around for his nipples, and when I caressed the first one, he gasped, and I felt his knees shudder a bit. I asked if he liked that...and he answered with another smile. We stepped back from each a bit, till we were toe-to-toe, and started working on our own dicks; him jerking his and me jerking mine. There was a good chemistry here; he was getting turned on by me and I was getting turned on by him which was turning him on more...and so on and so on. A minute or two of that brought us both over the edge. We kinda angled away from each other, and with lips locked together, one arm each around each other, blasted all over the sandy ground. We put ourselves back together and chatted on the way back to our cars. He was a really nice guy...I wonder if I'll ever see him again...?

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