A Stroll Through the Marshes
What a perfect day it was, and after working all day, I felt the need for some fresh air, so I decided to check out this park I'd never set foot in. I walked along the path, arming myself with just a tank top, and let the serenity and lush vegetation consume me.
As I meandered down the path, about three-quarters of the way through, I stumbled upon an observation platform, surrounded by a dense forest, overlooking some wetlands. I stepped on the platform, feeling the cool wind touch my skin, immediately removing the tank top, allowing the sun to tan my bare chest.
All alone, I let myself soak up the scenery, unzipping my pants and letting everything hang loose. The urge to get wasted soon rose within me, so I took off my pants and underwear, taking a deep breath as my slightly chubby flab waved in the cool breeze. I decided to let go and began stroking my limp member, succumbing to the sensation of such freedom as I allowed myself to feel the wind caress my naked body.
Everything was going spectacularly until I spotted a figure at the end of the path. Realizing the danger, I quickly darted behind the railings, put on my pants, and zipped them up.
A balding man appeared on the platform, his hand between his legs as he sauntered toward me, looking at me with a grin and suggesting I continue what I was doing. I nervously resumed stroking, but I could see something in his eyes that told me this wasn't a normal man.
The man sat down on the bench, gesturing for me to join him, and we spent a few moments exchanging covert glances, waiting for no one to approach. He felt my cock then placed his own into my hand, telling me I could return the favor. As I began stroking, he did the same. I inspected him up close, feeling the soft, highly lubricated skin as both of our cocks began growing.
As we sat there on the platform, watching each other stroke, the man stood up and leaned in to kiss me, his tongue dancing with mine, our lips pressed together in lust. We broke the kiss, and he patted his crotch, suggesting I return to mine. I pulled down my pants and my engorged member sprung into his hand. He gave my shaft a few slow, steady strokes before kissing me as I felt his moist hand working on me.
The other man walked up the path, completely unaware that two men were pleasuring themselves while he passed by. I signaled the man to check if anyone was approaching, and when informed it was safe, we resumed our activity. The man pulled me in and we exchanged our first kiss again before laying on the bench, stroking each other.
We were interrupted by the appearance of another man, equally showered and ready for a good time. He too joined us on the bench, leaning in to take a taste of what I had in my hand, all the while stroking mine. The man now behind me nudged me, telling me to kneel down, which I did. He began fondling my balls while I worked his cock with my hand. He was ready to pop soon, and with one final shove, he burst forth with a full load, and I followed suit. We both savored the taste of our shared juices and stretched to recover from our erotic exchange.
Taking a break, I looked over at the man who has been watching us, stroking his now very hard dick. I waved him forward, allowing him to take my position between the two men, and feeling his sensitive skin on his hard cock, I quickly took him into my mouth. It was a tight fit but he was eager to have his way with me, so he sat back down. The man behind me began to fuck my face, and with a few moves, he was soon buried to the hilt, my tongue rolling around the thickness of his shaft as I sucked him dry. It was an incredibly passionate experience, turning what would've been just a few casual strokes into an intense, toe-curling moment.
The scales of pleasure were tipped once more as the man's orgasm shot his cum into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed it all, giving him a hug and another passionate kiss. We remained on the platform with our arms around each other, exploring the newfound connection between us as we waited for our clothes to dry on the bench.
"In the midst of love's ecstasy, we come hard, without question," we thought together as we embraced the brief moment as a one-of-a-kind experience and continued our normal lives once more.
"In the end, it felt great, man..." we spoke in unison, happy with our decision to have a glorious day at the park.
In an underwhelming end to the encounter, he fastened up and I resumed putting on my clothes. We followed the same route to our cars, walking casually side by side. As we passed through, I came to learn more about the group of men who frequent the secluded spot, their regularity, and the unwritten rules for their outings.
After a brief farewell, I drove away, anticipating my next return.
Read also:
- Exploring the Pleasure of Being Nude in Part 3 Experiencing the Delight of Baring All, Part 3
- Arriving at the Pool Beforehand, Chapter 9
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