Filling The Fountain On A Rainy Day

Cute kid, looks almost as sad as me. Bad day for sad, rain, good for the lawn but...here, in the park, even the joggers have given it up...guess they believed the news people about thunder and lightning. I can see how being struck by lightning would interfere, lololol would slow you down. 

I don't know why I came here...well, to be honest, I do, I'm horny as fuck and fucking is the only way I'm gonna get rid of being horny. Even being sucked off won't do it, fuck or nothing. Maybe that kid...If I don't sit too close to him on the bench....just try it. 

Even better up close, that isn't rain on those biscuity cheeksm that's tears. Might as well be formal. Stick out my hand, "Adam."

He doesn't even look at me but shakes my paw. "Simon". And we sit. Might as well go for big casino. "Hey, Simon, I can see the tears, best person to tell is a stranger, you can lie and say it was all her fault...I'll believe you."

"His." His......? fault? his trench coat? his being stood up? Need a little more information here. "That so? His?"

"His fucking fault. Says to meet him by the fountain, okay, just forgot to say which side, it's a big fountain so when I find him.....he's still licking the cum from his lips and....he thinks I'm going to kiss him?"

Well, I know whose "his" is was. And quite a lot more. "Hey, buddy sorry about that....maybe better to find out...." Jesus, that's trite, as would be offering to do anything to help but I'm still horny so...

"Anything I can do to help? Uhm, wanta talk about it? Had to come to the park just to think?"

"Think? Over there, that fountain, twenty minutes ago...."

"Oh." That wasn't quite what I had expected, who would but maybe...

"You mean like....just now twenty minutes ago?"

He looks at his watch. "Twenty two minutes ago. By the fountain...."

Well,  that's definitive. Over there, by the fountain...and he's keeping score. I'm guessing there wasn't much of a fight, not with all that lip cum...."Hey, I'm sorry...guess that doesn't help much."

Must have done something, he rapidly turns and throws himself in my arms, it's so sudden I almost miss the catch and let him go into left field. It's back patting time, wonder if this is when you say, 'it's okay, it's okay' or just hold on. He backs off, sits up.

"Sorry, Adam, that was...."

"...that was great, do it again, haven't been spontaneously hugged in...well....a long time." Has been, too. When did I lose Bob? Who cares, I've got Simon....at least for now.

He sits there trying to decide what to do next, stay? Go? Hug me again? (That would get my vote.) Maybe a suggestion..."How bout a walk, good walk and talk, your choice of subjects..." I try and make that sound funny but....it doesn't. 

He puts out a hand, for lack of knowing what else to do, I take it. Maybe this would feel better without gloves but it would also feel colder. Also, there's a difference between holding and squeezing; broken fingers, even cracked ones can smart. I take his hand in both of mind and try and undo the Vulcan Mind Meld. (Sorry, I'm a Trekkie-in my sleep I've fucked all the Captains.) He's looking at something, maybe a tree, maybe the dead grass..."Adam, why'd you come to the park today? To meet someone by a fountain?"

Well, yes and no, I did come to the park for a reason and it was sorta to meet someone just who and where hadn't figured in to the equation, just fucking. Who or where or, for that, how, I hadn't worked those parts out either. Simon? But...hell, there's on the rebound from last month or maybe last week but half an hour a go? that does seem a bit quick. I try a reverse pass.

"Why'd you come to the park, Simon?
"Because shit head said he wanted to fuck me in the park by the fountain.:"

"Oh." I should say something but...what? Tell him I'd love to fuck, fountain or no, but on such recent acquaintance and in his emotional condition, I've been through something like this before and, yeah, they'll fuck but it's as much fun as screwing a Cigar Store Indian. They just lay there and get laid. Maybe it's me but....being horny at least hopes they'll be some give and take, maybe a blow job but with the lip cum....that's probably no.

He looks right at me. I cannot believe he's going to do what I think he's going to do. 

"Adam, would you like to fuck me? Now, some place around here? I give great suck jobs."

There is a God.

"Uh, sure, Simon, I, uh, think, uh, well you, me, fucking, sounds like a date." I smile and it's  a real smile tho it's not returned. 

He's grabbing my hand again, pulling me up, I almost stumble. He means business, we are off to suck and fuck or that's what he suggested....no reason to doubt him. I'm just assuming his earlier, preferred partner, has wandered away, somehow annoyed boy friends suddenly appearing, no matter what's on their lip, doesn't always work into the activity...

"There's a bathroom around here, I wanna do you standing up then you can stick me standing up....sound good? How about we do it out side the bathroom? Let 'em see meat in heat."

Oh, God, no, no....I'm not an exhibitionist and he's taken anger way too far, deciding to 'show him' whomever 'him' may be is a really, really bad idea and this outside the can...oh Holy Jesus...I've done a lot of things but in the park by a pubic restroom outside?

Heard the expression 'walk and chew gum' ? Well, here's my version, 'walk and feel your cock and nuts'. I'll say this, if what he's doing, like unzipping his and my pants-as we walk-is any indication, coming to the park being horny was an inspiration.

"What are you, five? Six inches? When it puffs up, can I get my hand around it? Fat cocks are a specialty of mine, won some contests when guys bet me I couldn't head 'em."

He's got one finger on my ball sack and the other four are tuning the large key on top. I know he's asked a question but....

"Come on, I can tell you're horny, stick it out, ever been led by your cock? Well, it's about to happen."

He didn't mention starting to jerk me off, guess he just assumes all guys expect that. When they're being led by their expanding dick down a public path in a park. Shit, do I hear a horse? I guess we both do as he drags me off the (I cannot resist this) being beaten off path then forces me against a tree, thank God a big one. 

"This'll do." He momentarilly stops playing the skin flute as it takes two hands to finish shucking down his pants then mine. "Oh, yeah, got a lot to work with here...hope you don't have any appointments, you're gonna have to do me twice with this mother...:" He looses the hands and opens wide. 

I'm guessing he is used to big meat, I've never seen the Carlsbad Caverns but I think I'm looking at the entrance. Oops, there's an overture. Last time I saw a tongue like that it belonged to a Great Dane and, oddly, it too, was licking cock. Simon, who apparently likes to start at the beginning, is trying to open my piss hole, good, now down a bit...he pauses....

"Like it, you're not shaved, all that man scaping shit...nothing like furry balls, no better eating..." Shame he can't see my chest, my furry tits would love his tongue, yes sirrree. One chomp on my nipples and he'd have to back up as the schlong got long. "Hey, Adam, I need it now, I'll get back to my new best friend here. Bareback with you cuz that's how it's gonna be."

I can only think of two words: Power Bottom. Since his pants are already on the ground-luckily both of us were going commando-he's presenting me with a truly fine piece of tail, one that comes with instructions.

"I like it hard and rough, shove it in until your fur is my fur and hard, got me, hard now...puuuuuuuuusssssssshhhhhhh."

OhhhhhhhhGGGGGooooooooddd. This guy should give lessons, I don't have time to push, he's hanging himself on my hardening buddy before I can even lean forward. No point in wondering how deep I can go, I'm going there. Just to prevent horseback riders and other potentially intrerested bystanders from being alerted to our activities, I gag him with one hand. I don't know what he's got in there but it feels like a cross between tacks and velvet and Jesus is it good. He's rabbit fucking me while I just try and not fall down but do get harder. And harder. By now anyone who happened to notice us would think there was only one fat man fucking a tree; If the tree has a knot hole, I may get there.

Simon has been fucked before-whether against a tree by a man he doesn't know in the park near a fountain in the rain...fuck all that, he's about to jerk me off with his ass which, I swear, has a lube factory built in. I've lost myself, hands on my sides, am so into him and what we're doing, it doesn't matter a ding dong dilly dang. I am going go into him until he's had a tonsillectomy and I'm dead of cum loss. Lets see that on the 11 o'clock news. But he is good, I'm moaning, he's moaning, the tree is moaning also dropping more dead leaves as I give Simon a pounding. We're locked down, cuffed, in, out, in out, oh shit, in, in, in and I'm fighting what's in me. Back up there in my vas deferens, that cock filler is making up a batch, I guess it kicked my nuts into overdrive cuz I can only keep this up...I;'m in the ass of a mad man; I want to meet his gym teacher who made him walk all the way to school sitting on his butt, hands behind his neck, for what he's doing to me, it's the only possible explanation. That and the gym teacher fucked....oh God, I'm almost there.....

"I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna shoot....." He gives his tail one deep back thrust and, baby, it's all over; That guy must have had a jar in there, most other guys would be drooling my sweet and sour sauce but not my boy, Simon. Fuck, he's getting ready for round two as he flips me so I'm against the tree. Forgot he said he'd get back to sucking after.....

"Simon!!? Hey, Simon...."

I have to pull back quick to avoid a penectomy. He perks up. "Billy? Billy where are you......?"

Distantly I hear a voice, I'm bettting it's Billy, "Simon, baby, I'm sorry...."

Well, I got my rocks off, actually I got my boulders off so all though it ended sort of not how I'd hoped-my cock was still, somewhat limply, hanging out, I'd been drained. I looked up to see Simon and, I guess, Billy, throw themselves at each other so hard they almost take a header into the fountain. I suppose I'm happy for them. 

Got my pants up, try and not look like I'd been mugged found the path and think, just as an officer on a horse goes by....Thank You, Jesus...they can't arrest you for looking like hell but on the path. I give him a small salute-I was in the Air Force-and walk on by. 

There's a voice. "I guess you met Simon." I turn and the cop is leaning on his saddle, smiling at me. All I can do is nod my head. He hops down. Holding the reins he comes toward me. Still smiling. 

"Bout this time of day I like to give Daisy, that's my horse, a rest, find her some fresh water....ya know, the best fresh water is over by the public rest room." 

He puts his arm around my shoulder." As a citizen, how'd you like to give a cop a hand? "