Doing It InPublic

I liked fooling around with Chad. We had fun jostling each other whenever possible—poking, tickling, squeezing, wrestling. I remember one time when we ended up wrestling on my bed, shirtless but in our jeans. I never wrestle really rough, but on that occasion, Chad did. He caught me in a series of serious submission holds and held each one long after I submitted. I guess he liked watching me squirm, unable to break free. His head scissors sure did hurt. He had super strong thighs and locked them around my neck like he wanted to choke me out. I struggled, but Chad kept me mostly on my back. Unable to pry his thighs apart or turn my head sideways, I could only look at his butt and hope that he would soon unlock his legs and release me. To add to my predicament, Chad had a hand on my gut and occasionally made me grunt when he pushed down on it, trying to see how far he could press it into me. Then he’d let me recover for a minute or so and do it again.

This went on for a long time. Maybe I blacked out for a few seconds—I don’t know. After a while my dick seemed to feel stiffer inside my Levis. It felt so good I wanted to stroke it, like I do when I watch wrestling on TV. I hoped that Chad didn’t see it. But my dick kept getting harder and longer and I had no way of stopping it. Unfortunately, my secret didn’t last long.

“Hey, you’ve got a boner, dude! My scissors does that to some guys.”

Chad’s legs kept squeezing into my neck. I struggled, but at the same time, my cock began to feel better and better, like it wanted to cum. I groaned in pleasure without intending to. I tried once more to pull myself out of the scissors, but soon gave up—my cock felt way too good. My muscles tightened, just like they do before I shoot off. I fought with the growing pleasure, concentrating on other things to hold it back. But I lost the fight. Suddenly—and much to my embarrassment—my cock let loose. What could I do now?

I heard Chad snickering. Had he seen the cum soak through my jeans?

“I got ya, man!”

“What?”

“I milked ya!”

I heard what he said, but my brain refused to believe it.

“I got ya good, Jesse! You sure had a lot of cum in you!” Chad unhooked his legs and let my head fall to the mattress. He held up a hand. “See?” He wiped the cum-covered hand on his jeans and grinned. “Didn’t you feel my fingers on your cock?”

“No, man. My dick just felt way too good!”

“I stuck a finger under your fly and held it on your cum hole. It didn’t take much to juice ya!”

Chad pulled my jeans down to my knees, then sat beside me on folded knees. He took hold of my stiff cock. “Nice!”

I groaned loudly from an intense pleasure still alive in my swelling cock. His friendly hold eventually grew into a serious squeeze—a squeeze that lasted. The pleasure became painful and made me breathe faster and faster. My balls must have leaped up more than once (they always do when I get horny), because I saw Chad look at them and smile.

Finally the squeeze got to be too much for me. “I submit! I submit!”

Chad laughed as he gazed at my jumpy balls. “I’m gonna have fun with this whenever we wrestle!” He let go of my cock. “Next time you’re gonna cum outside! Ever done that?”

“You mean in public? No. Have you?”

“Yeah. It feels even better that way. You gotta try it sometime. My buddy Keith made me cum in an alley once and it was awesome! He’s a cool guy. You’ll have to meet him sometime.”

We talked for a while, with Chad always staring at my cock. He gradually bent down lower and captured its top half in his mouth. I gasped and put a hand on his shoulder. I looked up to see him swallow my whole cock. I groaned, feeling his mouth’s wonderful warmth surround my pleasure stick. Then Chad’s body froze. Although the guy no longer moved, a new wave of pleasure swept over my cock. I couldn’t believe it. I don’t know what the hell he did, but the pleasure seemed to rise by degrees, torturing me with anticipation. I groaned louder and gripped his shoulder. Still he didn’t move. I never felt so much continuous pleasure in my cock before. I gripped Chad harder. My cries of pleasure sounded like cries for help. Just when I thought I could no longer take the intensity of it, my pleasure reached a peak.

I lifted my upper body off the mattress in alarm. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Chad put a hand on my chest and pushed me back down—his way of letting me know that he was ready to consume my juice. I cried out as my cum exploded into his mouth. I lifted my head and watched him swallow my loads, all of them. It was the sexiest sight I ever saw.

After he released my cock, Chad kept me pressed to the mattress with his hand on my chest. He kept it there until my I calmed down—and that took several minutes. “Your cock is hot when you shoot! I like how it flexes when it pumps.”

“That was awesome!” I finally told him.

“Yeah, I know. Keith taught me how to suck like that. He made me practice on his cockhead until I got it just right!

After that, I didn’t see Chad for a week. Then I ran into him at a gaming lounge in the mall. He was there with a real muscular guy, who looked a little older than Chad and I.

“Hey Jesse, this is Keith.”

“Chad, you didn’t tell me your buddy was this handsome.”

I smiled shyly and Keith and I shook hands. The guy had black hair, kind of messed up and wild-looking. We got along fine. After playing several games, we talked about where we could go next.

Keith came up with the best idea. “Let’s go to the late show at that small theater across town. They’re showing a horror flick tonight.”

We jumped in Chad’s car and made it there in time to see the last showing at midnight. After we bought our tickets, Keith followed close behind me as we walked to the entrance door of the auditor- ium. He patted my ass several times to hurry me along. But each pat was more like a pat-and-hold or a pat-and-feel. Chad led the way into the last row of seats, against the back wall of the theater.

I liked sitting between these two dudes, whispering to one or the other during the movie. But about halfway through the film, Keith leaned toward Chad and whispered something to him. Suddenly they held my arms down against the arm rests, so I couldn’t move.

Keith started to unzip my jeans. “Chad said you’ve never shot off in public. Tonight’s the night!”

Fear overtook me. “Not here!” My whispered order didn’t stop Keith. It also didn’t stop my dick from quickly popping up as he opened my fly. Before I knew it, Keith had his mouth around my excited cockhead. My cum hole started to tickle with so much pleasure that it made me sink back in my chair. I almost shouted to everyone in the theater, but I luckily remained silent. I could hear Chad snickering as Keith worked on my hole. The guys had planned this, and I walked right into their trap! I sat there in shock, but also loving it.

But I got an even bigger shock when I looked up and saw an usher standing over Keith. “You guys are in big trouble,” he said in a quiet voice.

Keith sat up in surprise, leaving my cock exposed. Worse yet, the usher shined his flashlight on it. Totally stunned, I sat there, afraid to move, while the light illuminated my saliva-covered cock.

The usher moved closer. “Public nudity is a crime, boys. You’re gonna pay for this.”

Keith spoke up right away. “Hey, nobody else saw us.”

“I saw you, and that’s all that matters.”

Keith continued. “We forced our buddy into this—it’s not his fault.”

The usher made us give him our names and phone numbers. “You could get on the sex offenders list for this.”

“Hey, can you just give us a warning and not report this?”

The usher stepped back a little and I noticed he was a really tall dude, maybe a year or two older than Keith. The usher didn’t say anything for a long, awkward time. Then he bent down and spoke quietly to Keith. “Maybe I can overlook this if…”

Keith interrupted him. “I’ll do anything, man.”

The usher whispered something in Keith’s ear and Keith nodded his head in agreement. Then the usher disappeared.

I quickly stuffed my cock into my jeans and pulled the zipper up. “What happened?”

Keith leaned over me so Chad could hear. “He wants me to blow him after the show, after everyone leaves the theater. I told him I’d do it.”

Chad gasped in disbelief. “Holy shit. The dude’s gay?”

“He told us to wait here after he turns off all the lights.”

“How do you know he won’t bring the manager back with him—or the cops?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to trust him.”

None of us talked during the rest of the movie. When it ended, I became very nervous, especially when all the lights went off in the auditorium. A few moments later, I heard a door open and close.

With only the light from an exit sign, I had a hard time seeing who was walking toward us in the row. But when he stopped next to Keith, I recognized the usher. Then I remembered seeing him in the lobby when we arrived—a tall, handsome guy. And I remembered him watching us. It made me feel a little uncomfortable at the time.

I saw the usher step in front of Keith, facing him. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He pulled out his already hard dick and took a wide stance. His cock looked like an unusually big one. He motioned for Keith to slide forward. The usher put both hands on the back of Keith’s head and pulled it toward him. He sighed in pleasure as he moved Keith’s head back and forth. He seemed to be in no hurry. He fucked Keith’s mouth slowly, obviously enjoying every moment of it. A few times he held Keith’s head motionless—probably to avoid cumming. But after several minutes, I could hear the usher breathing hard. He suddenly pulled Keith’s head forward, forcing Keith to take the full length of the guy’s cock. The usher kept his face pressed tightly into his gut as he unloaded his cum into Keith. The dude’s gasping voice sounded really sexy bouncing off the theater walls. I also heard Keith struggling to breathe as the usher smothered him, refusing to let go of Keith’s head. “Take it all!”

At last, the usher pushed Keith’s head back, leaving Keith gulping air.

The usher zipped up his pants. “Good one. Have a nice night, guys.” He left abruptly.

I asked Keith if he was O.K.

“Yeah, but let’s get outa here.”

Keith told us which exit the usher wanted us to use.

Chad and I followed Keith, hoping to have no more problems when we opened the door to the outside. We opened it cautiously, but saw no one near the building. As we walked across a grassy area to the parking lot, we started to joke about our experience.

Keith made me smile right away. “Hey, your cock looked great lit up in the theater!”

“But why did the usher keep the light on it for so long?”

Keith nudged me. “Probably because it’s an awesome rod, buddy!”

I liked that Keith called me his buddy. He’s such a hot stud.

“Since your cock looked so awesome inside the theater, I wanna see how it looks outside!” said Keith. “Grab him, Chad!”

Chad got behind me and locked my arms in a full nelson.

Keith grinned. “Take him under the street light.”

Chad laughed as he dragged me there.

Keith came up to me with a big smile on is face. “Yeah—hold him like that.” He unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped the fly, and pulled my Levis to the ground.

I tried to break away from Chad, but Keith started licking my dick and I soon forgot about the nelson. He quickly got me hard. Keith pressed his forehead against mine. At the same time, I felt his fingers move lower and take hold of my balls. He started to squeeze and pull on them. Although that scared me at first, my cock loved it and began to jump.

“I dare you to scream in this quiet neighborhood!” said Keith.

I didn’t take the dare and stayed silent, except for some groaning whenever Keith squeezed my balls harder.

“They’re gettin’ hard, buddy,” reported Keith, widening his stance.

“Yeah—work his nuts!” said Chad, rubbing his crotch against my butt.

“Ah! You’re hurtin’ my balls!” I whispered.

“I wanna hear you yell that out.”

I sure didn’t want to attract attention, but I finally did shout the words that Keith demanded. The guy took his time releasing his hold on my nuts and the two guys had a good laugh about it—a loud laugh.

“Damn!” said Chad. “You got his balls bulgin’!”

“Yeah, they’re ready!” Keith spit saliva on my cock and began to jack it slowly.

“No!” I protested. “What if someone comes along and sees me like this?”

“Then he’ll get a cum show!”

Keith stood to the side as he jacked me, so he wouldn’t block anyone’s view of my cock from the street. Only a few cars went by and I don’t think anyone looked in my direction. Keith told Chad to turn me toward the theater and its security camera.

Chad grinned. “Good idea. Maybe that usher will see it on the security video tomorrow!”

“Yeah, he’s got your phone number, Jesse. Maybe he’ll call you after he sees it!”

Now facing the theater, I started to groan in pleasure as Keith’s hand slowly brought me closer to an orgasm.

“Smile at the camera, dude!” he said, delaying my climax to the last possible minute. He finally finished me by lightly rubbing the side of my cockhead. The pleasure was so powerful that it nearly bordered on pain. I didn’t count the loads I shot off, but there were lots of them—spurts that glistened under the bright light overhead.

Keith and Chad laughed like hell. Keith let my cock hang free, and Chad released his full nelson. I stood there as they watched my cock jump excitedly and push out its remaining drops of cum.

“Hey, good show!” said Keith. “The usher should like it!”

“We’ll race you to the car!” challenged Chad.

Although in no mood to run a race, I tried anyway. But I promptly fell to the ground, forgetting about the Levis that Keith had pulled down to my ankles. I got up without closing my fly and had to hold onto my jeans as I ran. My buddies reached the car way ahead of me, laughing louder than before. They

got in, locked the doors and revved up the engine. When I got to the car and couldn’t get in, I pounded on the door with both hands, letting my jeans fall down again. Chad started to drive away. But fortunately he stopped and let me in. I threw myself down on the backseat, exhausted, swearing at them and laughing at the same time.

Keith turned around in the passenger seat, looked at my crotch, grinned and gave me a thumbs up. He seemed very happy about milking me in the parking lot. The expression on his face also seemed to say, “I like you a lot.”

We drove around the city for a while, talking about what happened in the theater.

“I think we’re in the clear with that usher dude,” said Chad.

“He took a chance—he knew we could have reported him,” Keith pointed out.

“It looked like he fucked your mouth pretty rough.”

“Yeah, he did. I didn’t mind that—submitting has its own pleasures. It’s awesome feelin’ a dude’s power as he defeats you!”

“How was his cum?”

“I didn’t get a chance to taste it. I thought of spitting it out afterward, but I couldn’t. His long rod shot it right down the back of my throat. Damn big loads, too!”

“He’s a hot-looking dude. I think he’s new there. I haven’t seen him before.”

Even though it was late, Chad kept driving, like he didn’t want the night to end.

“Hey, let’s check out Jackson Park,” suggested Keith.

I heard it’s a good cruising spot, but I’d never been there. Chad parked the car in a secluded area near a trail. The place was kinda spooky—I heard no sounds at all.

Keith opened his door. “Hey, this is great—no one around. Let’s get naked!” He got out and started to strip. Chad must have liked the idea, because he stripped too. “Jesse, come on!”

I hesitated for a moment, but finally got out of the car and took off everything. Chad took a flashlight out of the car and aimed it at my crotch, laughing. Keith grabbed the light and shined it on Chad’s dick and balls. Then he focused on me. But he did more than just shine it on my crotch. He came up to me and pressed the flashlight’s lens against my balls from underneath. I laughed as he nudged my balls with it, and that quickly made my dick hard. He tossed the flashlight back to Chad, who aimed it at Keith and I.

Feeling the warm night air on my naked body seemed to fire me up. It must have made Keith frisky and horny also, because he grabbed me and took me down on the grass. We started wrestling, rolling around and squeezing each other’s cocks and balls whenever we could. But I was no match for him. He caught me in a body scissors so tight that I could hardly move, or breathe.

“I give! I submit!”

“Yes, you do!”

Keith released his scissors and sat beside me with a hand on my chest and his other one on my upper thigh. “Now I’m gonna finish what I started before.”

He lowered his head to my rod, pulled it upright with his mouth and closed his lips around my cockhead. An awesome pleasure filled my rod, making it pulse right away. I groaned loudly—something I was afraid to do in the theater.

“Yeah, drain his balls for sure this time!” said Chad, directing the light at my cock.

I lifted my head for a moment. My shaft seemed bigger and sexier with the beam on it. The comfort of Keith’s mouth, or maybe the pressure of his tongue on my cockhead, caused me to grunt in pleasure almost continuously in a low voice. It felt like he was slowly injecting my cockhead with raw pleasure.

Then something strange happened. Chad suddenly turned his flashlight away from my cock and into the woods. The light shined on a guy walking cautiously up to Chad.

He looked like a kid—younger than any of us—with a dazed expression on his face. “Hey, mind if I watch?”

“Kinda late to be in the Park, boy! What’s your name?”

“I’m Eddie. I’m…in the park because I thought….”

“…You could hook up with somebody?”

“Yeah. I’ve never done this. I can’t get into a bar, I’m not old enough.”

“That’s tough. It used to happen to me too. I’m Chad. This is Keith, with his mouth around Jesse!”

“Can I stay?” asked Eddie, rubbing his crotch.

“I guess so, as long as you get naked like the rest of us!”

While Eddie stripped, Chad turned the flashlight on his body. The skinny kid had a longish, fully erect cock and large balls that looked just as turned-on. He stood close to Chad, rubbing his cock as the light returned to Keith’s motionless sucking.

Chad dropped the flashlight and began to check out Eddie’s chest and abs. The kid gasped. Chad gently pulled the youth’s hand away from his cock and put his own hand around it. When the fingers started to fondle his cock, the kid sighed and leaned against Chad.

I groaned louder as the pleasure continued to build in my cockhead. I closed my eyes. My hands formed fists. The next time I looked at Chad and Eddie, they were stroking each other’s cocks as they watched Keith amplify my pleasure-groans without him hardly moving at all.

“Can he make the guy cum like that?” whispered Eddie to Chad.

“He sure can. He knows what he’s doin’.”

Keith kept me at an intense pleasure peak for several awesome minutes. I started to move my legs as a reaction to it—spreading them apart as far as I could, bending the knees while keeping my feet flat on the ground, slowly opening and closing my legs like the wings of an insect. I wanted cum but it was like he wouldn’t let me, holding it back until he was ready. I moaned and took hold of the grass with both hands.

“Damn this is hot!” I heard Eddie say.

Pleasure began to dominate my thinking, blocking out any thought except what I felt in my rod. Keith kept me held down with a hand on my chest. When he finally let me cum, I signaled it in a loud whisper. I heard Keith swallowing my loads, grunting “Ummmm,” over the flavor of my sperm. I think the sounds he kept my loads coming. Yet even after he had taken all I had, his mouth stayed around my cock, urging it to pump out more. It was like a submission hold of endless pleasure. When he finally let go of my cockhead, he pulled me up so that I sat on my folded legs. Then he ran his tongue up and down my stiff dick many times, as if thanking me for the drink I gave him.

Afterward, Keith picked up the flashlight and directed it at Chad. Facing Eddie, Chad was massaging the kid’s pecs. Then he took hold of the nipples with both hands. I heard him say, “Stiff tits!”

Chad started to squeeze the tits. Eddie yelped in pain, grabbing Chad’s arms.

“Hands down!”

The kid obeyed, letting Chad continue to work on the nipples—pulling, squeezing, twisting. Eddie’s yelps gradually became grunts, then sighs. Chad moved closer and lowered his hands to the kid’s crotch. Sitting to his side, I saw him take a ball in each hand. Eddie flinched as Chad inspected them.

“Stud balls, dude! Awesome!”

The compliment seemed to make Eddie less nervous. But Chad wanted more than a good feel. I could see him begin moving the balls somewhat—although not very much at first. As time went on, his hold on them began to look tighter. The kid grunted in fear. Chad whispered some things to him I couldn’t hear. Whatever he said, Eddie calmed down a little and even put his arms around Chad. That seemed to signal more moves on the balls.

I saw Chad’s hands start to give the balls short pulls. Eddie clung to Chad as he carefully pulled the kid’s nuts to the left, then to the right, then up, down—you name it.

“Yeah, rock hard, boy!” Chad never seemed to tire playing with the big balls. At no time did the kid try to break away. He must have really liked it, because he continued to hold Chad almost lovingly. It looked super sexy seeing both guys locked together like that—with Chad wrestling Eddie’s balls, and at the same time the kid keeping him in an affectionate embrace.

Chad did say something I could hear: “You’re my kind of dude!”

The kid kissed him on the side of his neck. “Whatever you wanna do, man.”

“I wanna see how tough you are.” At that, Chad upped his pulling to more forceful, quick jerking. with pauses between each. Every time Chad did it, Eddie cried out, yet the kid held on instead of telling him to stop.

Chad gave Eddie a time out, while still holding the balls. “You’ve got guts, kid.”

But what came next was a real test of guts. Chad put a long squeeze on the nuts, steadily

increasing the downward pressure on them. Eddie tipped his head back as the squeeze became extreme. His knees weakened.

“You can submit, man,” Chad suggested.

“Yeah, before he takes your balls home with him!” added Keith, shining the light on the kid’s scared face.

“No! I’m not gonna submit!”

Chad kept pulling down on the balls, making Eddie bend his legs and finally drop to his knees on the grass. Then, from what I could see, Chad put even more power into the squeeze—a pressure severe enough to make any guy submit to it. Eddie at last did, tapping out on Chad’s back. “I give! I give!”

Chad let go of the balls and hugged the stunned, gasping kid.

Instead of using his hands to shield the balls from another attack, Eddie immediately hugged Chad in return—and passionately kissed him. “My nuts feel so sexy now!”

It was cool to see the guy react that way after Chad worked them over so good. Chad’s hugging soon morphed into a full-fledged bear hug. The already out-of-breath kid had no defense against the hold. Chad crushed his narrow waist with ease. When he swung the youth back and forth as well, showing off his dominance, Eddie again submitted. Chad made him feel better by lowering his right hand to the kid’s butt and gently massaging it. The kid groaned in pleasure. He kept groaning as Chad pushed his middle finger between Eddie’s ass cakes and against his butt hole.

The kid grunted as Chad slowly finger-fucked him. Eddie’s grunts sounded as though he took to it. Chad followed that with a side headlock, corralling the kid’s neck against his right side. Eddie wrapped his left arm around Chad’s waist, giving him a close-up view of the hunk’s stiff, upright rod. Chad kept him there, tempting the youth to investigate the cock with his right hand. It didn’t take long for Eddie to take the bait. He put his fingers on the cock and checked it from top to bottom. He did the same with Chad’s ball sack, before returning to the cock.

“Feels good, dude! Want it inside you?”

Eddie hesitated, but finally agreed.

“I’ll take it easy.” Chad used the headlock to take the kid down on his back. Then he lifted both legs into a rollup position. Chad spit several times into his hand and spread the saliva all over his cock. Watching him push his cockhead inside the kid’s hole, and hearing the groans, was a huge turn-on for me. Chad entered him so slowly that I hardly noticed the rod move. I figured it could be the kid’s first time getting fucked, which is probably why Chad took it so slow. While he kept sliding his cock into the hole, Chad tightened his rollup, so the kid had no chance of moving. Then he put his own arms on each side of Eddie in a pushup position and slowly lowered his body down onto the kid’s chest.

“It’s all in,” said Chad. He began to move his cock back and forth at a snail’s pace. Chad started to groan as well, trying not to cum right away. In between groans the two guys kissed and whispered to each other. Eddie put his arms around Chad, stroking his back and ass.

“Ready for my cum, dude?”

“Yeah! Shoot it in me!”

A few seconds later, Chad shoved his cock against the kid’s ass, yelling in pleasure. Eddie held him close as Chad rammed the ass again. The kid’s cries of delight roared through the woods as I imagined Chad’s cum squirting into him.

Chad seemed to have as much fun kissing Eddie as he had filling the young ass….

Keith reminded everybody of the late hour. “Hey boys, we should get outa here before dawn!”

As we looked for our clothes, Chad offered to give Eddie a ride home. The kid accepted. After we put on our jeans, tees and shoes, we jumped in the car, with Eddie and Chad in the front and Keith and I in back. I saw Eddie’s left hand reach over to Chad’s right thigh, where it stayed during the ride. “My ass is wet with your cum! It feels great!” the kid said proudly.

At Eddie’s request, Chad to stopped the car a block away from the kid’s destination. Eddie seemed unhappy and didn’t want to get out of the car. He hung his head in silence, as if leaving would be forever.

“Hey—we’re gonna see each other again,” Chad told him. He found a scrap of paper, wrote his telephone number on it, and put it in the kid’s hand. “Call me tomorrow.”

A sudden change came over Eddie. He smiled and looked at the paper like it was gold coin. “I sure will! I will!” he said excitedly.

When the kid got out of the car, Chad did also. Eddie hugged him while massaging the kid’s round butt.

Chad watched Eddie walk away into the darkness and stood there a long time before getting in the car again.

“Think he’ll call you?” I asked Chad.

“Yeah, I bet he does. I hope he does.” Chad started the car and drove off. “He’s one hot guy.”

“It looks like you found yourself a lover tonight,” said Keith, making Chad smile.

Then Keith gazed into my eyes. “I have too.” I felt his fingers open my jeans. He bent down and started to lick my cock. I stroked his ruffled, black hair as he took my cockhead in his warm mouth. “Hey Chad, take your time driving back,” I said to him.

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