On my walk home for work one summer afternoon, I passed through a local park. It was a shortcut in the middle of the block, cutting through the tall apartment buildings flanking it, and a nice break from the urban landscape. There were lots of people taking advantage of this respite space, including one tall drink of water.
On a oval-shaped patch of green turf in the middle of the park, two young men were practicing some form of kick-boxing or martial arts. A tall, lanky, lightly muscled black guy was kicking and twisting around, hitting his friend, who practiced blocking and deflecting the hits with cushioned hands.
The tall guy wore a loose gray tank top and loose dark blue short shorts. The ample fabric flowed with his movements, flittering through the air as he spun and contorted his body.
I slowed to a stroll as I got closer, wanting to take in the view.
I could see perky, dark nipples and a hairless chest as the tank top swayed from his movements. His chest was slim but had cut muscle definition. As he followed through on his round-house kick movement, I could see the firm muscles of his back flexing. Twisting back around the way he’d come, reversing the kick, his shorts slipped down his leg and fluttered in the breeze created by the kick. His legs were slim, with a light dusting of hair, and tense with muscle. But the shining glory was that I caught a glimpse of his flaccid penis, commando under the shorts. Hefty, swaying weightily under the blue shorts, he was hung.
The tall guy saw me approaching and watching his movements; he decided to put on a performance. His movements increased in speed and length, his legs stretching out further and going for wider kicks. His arms swung in wide arcs and tight, confided jabs, pummeling his friend who did his best to keep up.
I paused my stroll, watching the action, and keeping my eyes peeled on his body. With one swing of his legs, just as I’d stopped walking, his long black uncut penis popped out the side of his shorts and swung in the breeze. He leaned away from me, arched his leg higher, kicking over his friend’s head creating a great view of his penis and long, hanging testicles.
This cannot be on accident I thought.
The hot view disappeared as quickly as it appeared. His leg and hips continued their movement, swiping over his friend’s head and controlled in their descent on the other side. The tall guy dipped his body down with his leg, swooping in a circle, pretending to swipe his friend’s feet out from under him. Again his dick and balls dropped out of the short shorts, nearly grazing the turf.
I strolled along, keeping an eye on him, ending up behind the pair. The tall guy briefly looked over his shoulder at me and resumed his practice.
In a shady spot away from other people, I took a seat. From this vantage point I could watch the action without making it obvious. I had a view of the tall guy’s butt. Slim, with some muscle flexing as he continued his movements.
After another quarter hour, the two young men slowed down their practice, chatting with each other and ending with some stretches. They clasped hands and gave each other half hugs, saying their goodbyes. The friend walked off and left the park, the guy I’d been eyeing walked over to a water fountain close to me.
He leaned down, looking at me over the fountain, and drank water. His tank top hung loose, showing me his chest and flat abs. His shorts also hung down, pushed by the weight of his dick and balls. Standing, water trickled down his chin. Wiping the water off with the back of his hand, we walked over and sat next to me on the bench.
“Beautiful day isn’t it,” he asked, smiling at me.
“Yes,” I agreed. “I usually I just go home after work, but this was too nice to pass up.” My response purposefully vague and tinged with innuendo.
“Are you a kick boxer,” he asked. “You seemed quite interested in our practice.” He moved a hand to his thigh, catching the silky material of his short shorts. His penis, snaking down his leg, became easily recognizable under the shorts as they formed to his flaccid meat.
I grinned. “No, not a kick boxer. But you were quite interesting. I enjoyed watching your movements. It looked like fun,” I said, looking down at where his hand landed and penis stretched the tightened shorts.
He smirked. His hand stretched up his leg taking the fabric with him, more of his lean muscled leg coming into view. The uncut head of his penis poked out from under the fabric. The guy looked around, and seeing that no one else was nearby, and pulled his shorts up further, revealing 6inchs of uncut, curved, flaccid dick.
“Beautiful day indeed,” I cooed.
The corner of his lips curved in a seductive smile. Leaving his shorts pulled up, he lightly pulled on the loose skin of his uncut dick, sliding his foreskin back and forth. A pinkish brown head peaked into view and was hidden again by his foreskin.
I started to rub my dick, now fully hard, through my chinos.
“Beautiful is right,” the guy agreed, looking at my own snaking dick.
“I live nearby if you’d like to continue this somewhere more private,” I invited.
“Love too,” he said, sliding his shorts back down to cover his penis.
I adjusted myself so my erection would be less noticeable.
We introduced ourselves and chatted as we walked to my apartment; Brandon’s penis swaying in his shorts. Thankfully my roommate wasn’t home, but I closed the door to my room so we wouldn’t be interrupted in any case.
Brandon slipped his tank top off and I shucked my shirt and belt. He wagged his penis in his shorts, thrusting and swaying his hips, his junk flopping enticingly.
Before I could drop my chinos, we embraced, kissing, lips mashed together, tongues sloppy. I rubbed the silky shorts over his growing penis while he rubbed my steel-hard 8inchs through my briefs, his hand down the front of my chinos.
I kissed down his neck, chest, and abs. At his shorts, I took the head of his dick, covered in the silky fabric, in my mouth and sucked on it.
Brandon moaned quietly.
One hand explored his slim, firm butt while the other tapped the bottom of his testicles, hanging a good 5 inches from his crotch. I released his penis and slid the shorts back and forth, rubbing the fabric across his dick.
Brandon reached down, pulling the fabric up. 8inches of chubbed penis slipped out from underneath. It had a strong upward and right-leaning curve as it pointed at my face.
“Suck my dick dude,” Brandon coaxed.
I didn’t need the encouragement but enjoyed hearing his voice anyway.
I licked all over the foreskin and along the shaft, getting him wet with my saliva. My hand resumed tapping his testicles while the other explored into his butt crack. He was smooth all over his butt.
Satisfied his cock was slicked enough, I brought my mouth around the side, lining up with his curve, and impaled my face on his cock.
“OOHH fuck,” he moaned, feeling his cock penetrate my warm, wet mouth.
I sucked back and forth on a few inches of his dick, which grew another inch and a half in my mouth, blood pumping in, making him fully hard at 10inches.
I was able to deep throat him after a few minutes working his cock and opening my throat. My nose finally hit his abdomen, breathing in the musk of his groin and sparse bush. But he was too hung and curved for me to keep him inside for long without gagging. I pulled back and sucked hard and fast on 8.5 of his inches.
“OOOhhh ohohhhhhhh yeah,” Brandon moaned. “I knew you wanted that cock in the park. Fucking suck it man!”
I sucked faster, tapped harder on his testicles and massaged his anus.
“HHHOOOOOOOOOO fuck,” he moaned, bucking his hips and driving the entirety of his cock down my throat.
His hands held my head still, dick pulsing in my throat. I concentrated, massaging his exposed glans with my muscles and tongue. But after a while I gagged and had to pull back. Recovering, I drive back down on his cock, impaling it in my throat. Brandon rubbed the outside of my throat, “Yeah babe, just like that.”
His hips humped into my face, stretching my throat. I kept him inside, deep throating like I’d never been able to before.
“God damn man,” Brandon panted, “Few people can suck my dick like that.”
I moaned around his dick. Again, I didn’t need the encouragement, but I certainly enjoyed it.
Brandon’s hips swayed backward, sliding his cock fully from my mouth. He rubbed his head along my lips, my tongue lapping at his oozing slit.
“I’d love to cum down that throat,” he moaned, rubbing my throat and caressing my face. “But we can enjoy other things first if you’d like.”
My finger was still playing with his anus, which had relaxed, the tip of my finger poking just inside the rim. Brandon now pushing his butt back and down, impaling himself on my finger.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, pushing my finger in deeper.
Brandon moaned. His cock leaked a long stream of precum. I leaned in, licking it off his dick before it dripped to the floor.
Burying my finger to the hilt, I explored his anus, massaging and stretching his insides while I resumed sucking his dick. Brandon moaned, head lolling to the side, eyes rolling, lost in the sensations emanating form his ass and cock.
“AAAaaaaaauuuuhhhhhhh,” he cried out in pleasure when I hit one particular spot. Just below his prostate, my finger paused and prodded him again. He squealed and jammed his dick into my throat.
“Fuck man,” he panted, “I’ll cum if you keep that up. I want you to hit it with your dick instead.”
Gently pulling my finger from his butt, I popped of his dick and pulled his shorts off. I embraced him, returning to our passionate kiss and laid him on the bed. I shucked my chinos and underwear and climbed on, straddling his legs.
Kneeling over him, I sucked his cock again, keeping it wet. Milking some precum from his dick, I jacked his length, kissing his glans, drinking in the precum that kept leaking out.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Brandon exclaimed.
Jacking the base of his lengthy member, I sucked on the top few inches. Occasionally I’d press down, his dick penetrating into my throat. Each time Brandon moaned, his hands holding firmly to the back of my head, keeping my throat on this dick.
I rose, sliding up his shaft, hovering over him, his dick just my lips inside me. I held the position. “Fuck my face,” I commanded.
Brandon leaned up and kissed my forehead, gently thrusting his hips. The push and pull his cock inside my mouth felt like a massage, slow, gentle, sensual. We were moaning together and making out as he slow fucked my face.
Now I was leaking a stream of precum, my other hand collecting the thick liquid. Both sets of our testicles drew up tight to our bodies. We both whimpered, feeling our cum boiling.
“Don’t cum yet,” Brandon said, sensing our impending orgasm. His hands held my face and pushed me up. His cock slipped from my mouth and slapped down on his abs.
“I want your cum in my ass, coating my anal-spot, you’re long enough to hit it” he whispered, eyes filled with desire.
I lathered and fingered his hole with my precum filled hand. With plenty of slick liquid left, I coated my 8inches.
Brandon raised his legs, hooking them over my shoulders, and pushed his butt toward me. “Fuck my ass man,” he pleaded.
I held my cock at his hole, tapping his lips with my glans, teasing him while letting my near orgasm subside.
Lining up with this hole, I pressed gently against the skin and slowly pushed him open. My fat mushroom head stretched his anus and then his sphincter. Popping inside beyond the sphincter, Brandon hollowed and pushed his butt down, swallowing the rest of my cock.
“Fuck me hard,” he demanded.
Again, no encouragement needed.
Pressing my body down on his, he knees folded back close to his chest, I kissed him hard on the lips and drove my cock hard in and out of his ass.
Brandon moaned into the kiss and grasped my butt cheeks, kneading the muscles and pulling me closer to him.
My cock remained buried most of the way inside as I tormented his prostate and anal-spot.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Brandon moaned, “Punch my spot!”
I pulled a bit further out, pushing against his clamped hands, and pounded one inch in and out, focusing all my energy and fucking on his prostate.
He whimpered and moaned, panting. Precum shot from his cock with each throb of his cock, responding to each time my cock punched his prostate.
I arched my back, drove my cock fully back inside, pounding his deep anal spot and held the base of his cock.
Lowering my neck and rounding my upper back, I was able to pound his spot while sucking on the glans of his cock. It was drenched in his precum which I gobbled down, swirling my tongue all over his enraged, sensitive head.
“Holy fuck shit,” Brandon panted, his body trembling.
I jacked the lower half of his cock while sucking on his head and pounding his spot. His once low hanging testicles rapidly pulled up and held tight to his abdomen just as he held tight to my firm, flexing ass cheeks.
With one more thrust of my cock against his g and tongue swirl over his glans, his anus clenched down hard and orgasm ripped through his body, his muscles throbbing with each powerful ejaculation. Cum flooded my mouth, spraying the roof and back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could while globs ran down his long dick.
Brandon’s face was frozen in ecstasy. His brow furrowed and jaw hanging loose. His moans were caught deep in his throat, squeaking out of him in tiny bursts. The first few volleys of orgasm were silent before his moans escaped and filled the room.
Hearing his out-of-body moaning mixed with the taste of his cum and anus clenching my cock I was pushed over the edge. A deep guttural moan rose from my throat, and I shoved my cock fully inside his ass, my testicles mashed into his taint, and I cum hard, dropping a heavy load inside.
I sagged onto the bed. Brandon’s legs dropped to my sides, and I collapsed over his right leg. My softening cock slipping from his butt.
Brandon’s softening cock lay under mine on his inner thigh. It looked like they were embracing.
We kissed.
“Beautiful fucking day,” he breathed.
“Beautiful fucking day,” I panted.
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