I love running in Griffith Park, especially in March and April. We
get this great weather, just barely warm enough to run shirtless and
sometimes we get fain...that's a cross between fog and rain, a light shower
with droplets so small they hang in the air and everything gets
damp. Everyone stays indoors and the park is almost empty.
I usually come in up the Vermont entrance and park by the bird
sanctuary, then run down past the tennis and golf course and end up at the
old Sunrise Trail road. It's been closed to cars for years, and the only
traffic is people hiking or running. Or cruising, of course. That's why I
end my run there and take the long uphill walk, looking for some fun.
I was 18, just ready to graduate from high school but when I got up
that morning I decided to cut. The weather was great for running and I was
so horney I couldn't stand the thought of wasting a day in class. I usually
run commando, so I was just wearing runners, shorts and a tee shirt as I
headed for the park.
I'm not a track sort of guy though. I'm too muscular. I do a lot of
light lifting along with my running and I guess I'm built more like a
gymnast. I have dark, curly hair too long to be stylish, just a little
chest hair and a nice dark treasure trail leading down to my pride and joy,
a nice thick seven inches of soft, floppy dick. When I go commando, everyone
I parked my car and started my run. About half an hour later I got
to the bar across the Sunrise Trail and started walking in circles for a
while to cool down. The misty drizzle felt cool on my arms and face. Just
occasionally there'd be a drop just large enough to feel. I could hear
sporadic drops of water from the leaves. I pulled off my shirt and started
walking up the hill, looking up all the little trails off the road to see
if there was anyone who wanted to play. It didn't take long.
I'd only gone about ¼ mile to the first big clear area. There was a
small debris wall, and behind it, up the trail, I saw a guy I'd seen in the
park before. I knew he was about my age and height and today he was wearing
a red tee shirt. He was about a block away, blond, sitting on a boulder
watching the road. When he saw me, he ducked into the bushes, and then a
few seconds later, he peeked out, looked at me for a bit, and then slowly
drew back out of sight.
'Well, this looks promising,' I thought as I head up the trail to
where he had disappeared. I was pretty confident. I'd seen this guy playing
around before and I recognized him. No need to play games or risk shocking
some tourist out walking in the rain. I walked quietly to where I thought
he was, but no luck. Looking around through the bushes, I saw red shirt
higher on the hill, leaning on a tree stroking an impressive looking piece
of meat and smiling at me. I smiled back, and shucked off my shorts and
started walking up towards him naked. He really looked good. He had a nice
chest with a good bit of blond chest hair, strong looking legs and a nice
smile and a dick I really wanted to get my hands on. I lost sight of him
as I walked up the trail. When I got to where he had been, he was gone.
Then I saw him again, higher on the trail, still enjoying his open air jack
off session. I started walking towards him and he dodged back in the
'Well, hell,' I thought, 'Little red shirt just wants someone to
watch, but I want someone to play with.'
I put my shorts back on and headed back up the road still looking
for a playmate. The road is kind of steep, and there are a lot of trails
leading off it. I kept checking them out, but no luck. I saw red shirt a
time or two. Each time I'd slide my hand down into my shorts and begin to
walk towards him, and each time he'd melt into the bushes.
'Just a looker,' I thought.
I'd already hit the first switchback and was heading for the fire
road that led up to the highest hill in that section of the park. It was
an awesome place, a nice open spot where you could look south to the LA
skyline and beyond to the ocean or north to downtown Glendale and the
mountains. The hilltop is totally open to the sky, and you can see and be
seen from the road down below about a couple of hundred feet. If you walked
back a few steps, you'd be hidden from the road, but still totally
exposed. It's a great place to be naked and to spray some cum.
I hadn't seen anyone except my red shirted, blond shadow all day,
so I thought, 'What the hell,' and took off my running shorts and started
the walk up the fire trail. The mist was turning into drizzle and it felt
great on my skin and the feel of my cock swinging free began to chub me up
a bit. As I turned off the fire trail, I glanced back and saw my blond
friend about a hundred yards back, but he had a black shirt on. I had
thought it was a red shirt.
'Well, at least I'll get a show while I jerk,' I thought. 'Nothing
else seems likely.'
It took about 15 minutes to get to the top. By the time I got there
I about 7 inches of hard meat was pointing my way down the trail. My dick
wasn't all the way there yet, though. When I am, I can look down as my
cockslit winks at me. My dick doesn't nuzzle my bellybutton like some of
the guys I've played with's cocks do. It's too straight and always points
to the sky. I held it every now and then. Cool hands on a warm dick really
feels great! I slowed down once or twice to make sure the blond knew which
way I was going. I'd stand and look out over the bluff. I made sure I stood
in profile. No harm in letting him see what I had to offer. Maybe I could
tempt him into something touchy feely instead of him being just a looky
I finally got to the top of the hill and walked to the edge of the
bluff and looked down on the road. Do you know how great it feels to stand
and slowly stroke in the rain? Okay, I'm more than a bit of an
exhibitionist. Standing there outside in the wet, naked had me ready for
just about anything.
I stood there, slowly stroking my dick. My hand was cool on the
shaft as I used one finger to rub just under the head. My nips were already
erect from the slight chill of the rain and I used my other hand to tease
them. That's when I heard the sound of his shoes on the gravel behind me. I
pretended I hadn't heard him and kept up my slow stroke. Knowing were the
trail opened onto the hill, I turned slightly so he could see a bit of my
After a couple of minutes I turned a bit more and saw him standing
there. He wasn't my age; he was at least in his mid twenties, and quite a
bit taller than I'd thought. He was maybe 6' to my 5' 8'. He had a real
nice bit of blond chest hair though, and a smooth, flat tummy with a trace
of a six-pack. Just below his belly button a darker blond treasure trail
started, disappearing into his low slung pants. I kept stroking and looked
at him. My eyes focused on his crotch and he slowly undid his belt and
opened his zipper. He was freeballing too. His treasure trail blended into
his trimmed dark blond bush and the base of his dick looked incredibly
He slid his pants down slowly and a thick, uncircumcised dick
sprung out like a striking snake, hit his belly then fell and pointed
directly at me. It was really thick and heavy. You know the kind, so heavy
it will never point up, no matter how hard the guy is? And he looked
seriously hard. The head looked really big under a thick coating of skin. I
could see the red tip slightly sticking out from undercover. He continued
sliding his pants down over his hairless thighs until they fell to the
ground and he stepped out of them. He pulled back his foreskin and cleared
the head of his dick.
Wow! The head was large, with a thick ridge like a helmet. After
the big, mushroom head, the shaft was like a column with thick vines
wrapped around it. It was the same thickness all the way down and the veins
were large and blue under the skin. I got a lot harder just looking at that
beautiful dick. He was maybe an inch longer than me, call it 8'. Mine isn't
a column. One guy had called it an ivory tusk. The head was smaller than
the shaft and it grew thicker as it went down to a really thick base. His
heavy monster pointed at me, and mine pointed at the clouds as we stood
there, maybe 20 feet apart.
He bent over, reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small
bottle. He poured a liquid into his hand and then rubbed it into his dick
and slowly started pulling his foreskin over his dickhead, then sliding the
skin back off. The liquid glistened in the light. I really wanted to get up
close and personal with him, but I was afraid if I walked up to him he'd
leave like he had before. So I turned my back to him, hoping he'd come
closer to get a better look. I stroked and waited and hoped. Then, I felt
the warmth of his body close behind me. I felt his breath on my neck and
then felt the head of his dick touch my ass cheek and the tickling touch of
his chest hair on my back. His hands touched waist on both sides, then
slowly slid across my stomach. I was surprised, I hadn't really thought
he'd play, given his prior actions, but I dropped my hands to my sides and
let him take over.
One hand moved up and began teasing my nips, the other downward,
his fingertips brushing through my bush. Slowly, his fingers brushed
lightly over the top of my dick, until it reached the dripping tip. His
finger gently moved through my honey and his hand disappeared behind me. I
heard a soft, sucking sound, then a deep, satisfied voice, 'mmmmm, sweet.'
His hand returned to my crotch and began caressing my balls. His cock began
to nestle into my ass crack and I could feel the slippery oil he'd
slathered onto it. Damn! This felt great! I relaxed into him and laid my
head back on his shoulder. His chest pressed more tightly into my back.
His arm wrapped back around my stomach and he gently pulled me into
a tighter embrace. I felt the pressure of his thick, hard shaft gently
spread my ass cheeks as he, almost like he was asking permission, hunched
it into my butt. It slid up and down lubricating my hole. I didn't pull
away. I was ready to go anywhere this stud wanted to take me.
His hand left my balls and I felt his fingers come between his dick
and my ass crack. One finger searched gently until he found the opening he
was looking for. I reached my hands back and found his hips. I pulled them
forward, pressing his dick more firmly into my ass.
Okay, I'd played around a lot in the park, but this was going way
beyond what I'd ever done before. I was a little scared, a lot nervous and
there was no way in the world I was going to stop this scene. Getting
fucked by a big dicked stranger in the rain in a public park in broad
daylight? I'd have j.o. material for years!
His finger teased around my butthole for a few seconds, then went
deep. As his finger entered my ass, his hand left my nips and wrapped
softly around my leaking cock. My cool hands on my had dick felt great. His
big, cool, oily paw on my dick was indescribable! His hand slowly began to
stroke. Then his finger found my prostate and I sort of lost it. My dick
jumped and I pushed my butt back onto his finger. He rubbed my button and a
second finger slid into me, then a third. I could tell he was holding the
shaft of his dick in his hand and I felt the head sliding across my opening
as he spread his fingers and opened me up.
I looked down and saw my dickhead appear and disappear into his big
hand. I really wanted this, but I knew it wasn't going to work. He was
taller than me. His dick was pointed down. Then I felt the angle of his
dick change in my crack. I saw his knees appeared outside mine. The angle
of his dickhead at my hole altered and he forced the enormous head up into
me as he slid his fingers out. OUCH!
As his hand was freed up from my ass, it snapped around my
chest. He straightened his legs and lifted me onto my toes as his huge,
oily dickhead locked into place. It only hurt for a second, then it began
to feel really good. I was looking up into the grey sky, my head still
leaning back on his shoulder and feeling slightly amazed at what was
happening. The slight drizzle was hitting my face as he slowly let me slide
down his body impale myself on his slippery dick. I only had about half of
him in me, and the angle still wasn't perfect, but it was feeling sooooo
good. He bent his knees again and hunched the rest of his dick into me. My
breath escaped in a long, slow sigh. I heard a soft, 'oh god!' as he
started kissing and nibbling at the back of my neck and he began slowly
fucking my butt. Every stroke slid the ridge of his huge dickhead over my
prostate. He matched it with his hand stroking my cock. Every stroke of his
dick into me ended with a short thrust that brought me to my toes; every
stoke of his hand ended with a gentle swipe of his fingers over my
He tightened his grip on my cock and forced my hips back into his
crotch as he put his hand on the back of my neck and bent me over at the
waist. I put my hands on my knees as he thrust into me, my cock swinging
wildly in response to his thrusts. Damn, this was the best my butt had ever
felt! I could stay like this, his big dick penetrating me, forever! He
grabbed my shoulders with both hands and held me bent over. Then he stopped
moving. I waited for a second, then two, then three. Oh, I really needed
that feeling again. I pushed my ass back onto his dick. It felt so good. I
pulled off, then pushed back onto it again. Then again, then again. In
seconds I was fucking myself on his dick.
'That's it, baby,' he said in a low, sexy voice, 'fuck yourself
I was so turned on my breath was coming in gasps and my ass muscled
kept clenching on the awesome dick I was fucking myself with. I could feel
my orgasm building as the cum churned in my balls. I didn't even think
about touching my dick, I was too into the feeling of his cock penetrating
me and rubbing on my prostrate. If I touched my cock, I knew I'd cum, and
wanted this to last!
Finally, he grabbed my hips with his big hands and held me still
for a few seconds and took control again. I can't begin to describe the
feeling of his big dick powering into me, or that huge cockhead sliding
over my button. He was pleasuring me until I was a twitching mass of
'Okay, baby,' he growled, 'Lets go for it!'
His arm switched to tightened low around my chest. He straightened
me up and lifted me off my feet again, fucking his fantastic dick into my
eager ass. Each time his dick hit bottom, it kicked a burst of air from my
lungs, 'Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh' He was making a deep, almost growl in his throat,
'Hrrrrrrrr.' We sounded like two animals. Then suddenly, he wrapped his
hand around my dick and I was cumming like a fountain; sperm shooting out
of my dick like whip cream from a can, arching at least three feet from my
body. My ass clenched around the huge invader in my bowels and that kicked
him over the edge. I heard a guttural 'Oh fuuuck' over my shoulder. I
swear, it felt like I was getting a cum enema. His dick spasmed and jumped
in my ass and he forced my body down onto his erupting cock. It felt like I
was being impaled as I felt his juice spew into me. I was cumming, he was
cumming so much I could feel the cum running down between my legs even
while most of my hole was blocked by his thick meat.
Everybody should either fuck or be fucked like that at least once
in his life.
We stood there, catching our breath, feeling the light rain lightly
hit our bodies. I could hear water dripping off the leaves on the low
bushes. His dick was slowly softening, but I knew it was in no danger of
slipping out until he wanted it to. He was gently caressing my balls and
nibbling on my neck. He said, 'Thanks baby,' as he pulled out of my very
open hole. I stayed, hands on my knees for about a minute, warm liquid
running down the inside of my legs. When I turned around, he was already
walking down the trail carrying his clothes.
I used my tee shirt to wipe up the cum running out of my hole. God!
How much cum did he shoot into me? I was walking in circles, trying to
loosen up my legs when I looked down to the road. There was my blond. I
thought it was weird. He was wearing the red shirt again, but he was
walking towards the hill I was on. Just then, a taller blond walked onto
the road wearing a black shirt walking away from the hill. He looked up at
me and waved. I guess my playmate was even more of a stranger than I