Wonderful Confusion

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 knows it.

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 bushes.

'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 loo.

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 action.

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 thick.

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 dickhead.

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 good.'

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 unthinking flesh.

'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 thought!