Heat
The heat was almost more then I could bear. The air-conditioning in my car was not working and the air outside was so hot that driving with the windows down made little difference. I stopped at the park and got out of the car thinking that sitting in the shade of one of the trees would be the best thing to do. Iced coffee from my lunch cooler in hand I set out to find a shady spot. After finishing my coffee, I actually started to cool down, but because of the coffee I now needed to piss. Usually I loath using a public restroom, but I would need to make an noteable exception today--because of the sparseness of any meaningful bushes and I didn’t want to try and hold it till I got to work. As I approached the restroom I noticed another man making his way toward it too. He entered before me and as he did he turned and glanced my way. When I entered, he was standing at the urinal with his shorts and underwear around his ankles. His ass was beautiful, no tan lines, muscles that rippled as he flexed his legs. He had his head cocked to one side, looking at me as I walked in. “Nice ass,” I said as I walked by to one of the back stalls. I heard him shuffle as I stood at one of the toilets to piss. I heard him behind me as I finished so I turned to see that he had taken off all his clothes (except his shoes) and was standing in front of me with his cock in his hand. I turned to face him fully and he dropped immediately to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I was instantly hard. As he sucked my cock, his hands pulled my pants down around my ankles and then unbuttoned my shirt. His hands explored every inch of my exposed body, lingering on my nipples to play, and caressing my ass hole. He stopped sucking my cock only long enough to unroll a condom onto it hardly missing a beat. He stood and turned his ass to me and then got down on his hands and knees. “Fuck me,” he whispered. I knelt behind him and rubbed his ass hole with my fingers. He had prepared himself ahead of time by lubing it, my finger slid in with no resistance. He moaned and wiggled his ass a little as I fingered him. As I pulled my finger out he clamped down on it. I replaced it with my cock, taking him all the way. His gasp and then sigh were from sheer pleasure. He moaned again and shuddered. I pulled out slowly and felt his ass muscles tighten down on my. I drove myself all the way back in making a slapping noise with my hips against his ass cheeks. Using a slow rhythm I pleasured myself with his ass. He did his best to stifle his moans and grunts but they weren’t so loud that they would call attention to us. As I pumped his ass I reached around and grasped his hard cock. He was leaking pre-cum which coated my fingers. I squeezed his cock, he gasped and shuddered and then shot his load all over my hand. His ass twitched and squeezed my cock as he shot his load, nearly sending me over the edge. So I slowed my rhythm and brought my hand to his face so he could lick his cum off of it. His eyes were closed as he licked my fingers and rode my cock. My fingers were now free of his cum so I went back to squeezing his cock. It was still hard and leaking a mixture of his last load of cum and pre-cum. He began to fuck my hand with every stroke of my cock in his ass. He pushed himself upright on his knees and took his cock from me and began beating it and slamming his ass onto my cock. I filled the condom with my load soon after he started this. He continued fucking himself with my cock until he shot his second load. We stayed like that until our breathing slowed. I kissed the back of his neck and rubbed his nipples as I pumped my cock in and out of his ass till it was soft and it plopped out. I stood and turned to clean myself up, without a word from him he dressed and left. I frequent that park often now, I hope I “bump” into him again. My first homosexual encounter was during my summer hiking trip to Europe. I was completely on my own, hiking and riding busses though the different towns. Bed and Breakfasts’ were plentiful and cheap. Nights out were usually spent checking out the bars and night-clubs, drinking until things were hazy. One night in Germany, I was listening to the live band at a night-club just down the street from the inn that I was staying at. As usual, I was close to being blitzed and feeling good, when some guy, who looked drunker then me, bumped into me and sent the last of my beer down the front of my shirt and into my lap. He slurred something in German and tried to brush at the stain with his hands, nearly falling into my lap. Well, this got things started and we moved right past any language barrier—to bigger and better things.
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