When I decided to spend my lunch break in the park, I hadn’t dreamed in a million years it would end up with me lying face down in the grass, splattered with dirt and spunk.
But here we are. It was another scorcher of a day, and I decided that instead of wasting my lunch staring at a mobile screen, I would go and sit in the park and enjoy the glorious weather.
I grabbed a bottle of water and made my way downstairs and out onto the busy street. The park was just over the road and was already heaving with activity. I found a quiet patch of ground and lay down. It was dry and dusty, but there was that unmistakeable sweet scent of freshly cut grass. I leant back on my elbow and just watched the world go by. One of the great things about the sunny weather – the amount of gorgeous guys just walking around without shirts on. Fat bodies, thin bodies, hairy bodies, hairless bodies… it was all so enticing. Thankfully, the sunglasses made sure that no-one could see I was staring at them, lust-filled thoughts filling my warm, fuzzy mind.
Before I knew it, I had finished my water, and I was suddenly feeling the urge to piss. But I didn’t want to go back to the office yet. So I scouted around and saw a clump of dense bushes towards the edge of the park. I got up, dusted myself down and casually strolled over. A quick slash in the bush and I’ll feel better. As I worked my way through a narrow gap in the bushes, I carefully looked around to ensure no one could see anything. I unzipped my shorts; pulled out my cock and aimed at a particularly dry patch on the ground. My warm piss splashed off the parched earth. It beaded up and sat on the surface like little golden droplets before slowly absorbing into the dirt.
I shook off the last drops and tucked my cock back into my shorts. Just as I was about to walk away, a noise caused me to freeze. Had someone seen me? I looked around but couldn’t see anyone. But there was definitely someone else there. I quietly walked through the bushes a little further. There was a small clearing ahead, and as I got closer, I could make out the noise of someone quietly moaning. I moved closer, softly, and lowered my breathing so as to not make a sound. Coming into view, was a man – he was leaning against a stump, his shirt tucked over his head, exposing his beautifully hairy and glistening chest. His face was contorted into a look of pleasure; eyes scrunched up. The sweat was beading on his forehead. My eyes travelled down his body; he had the most thick and luscious treasure trail that was mostly brunette but was starting to grey. This flowed into a thick, sweaty bush that was glowing in the sunlight.
And then there was his cock. His fist was gripping it tightly, and he was stroking slowly, and savouring every second of it. It was slightly above average size, uncut – and the Helmut was wet with pre-cum or spit. Maybe both. Who cares. It was a glorious sight to behold; and immediately I could feel my own cock begin to swell. I looked at my watch. I only had 5 minutes before I had to be back at my desk. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the view. I bit my lip, and quietly put my hand down my shorts. I was wet. I carefully undid my shorts, and took my cock in my hand. As I steadied myself to get a better view, there was a sudden snap of a twig underfoot. He stopped, and jerked his head bolt upright. He looked straight at me.
I froze. Completely panicked. He had a look of horror on his face; but then he caught a glimpse of what I was doing, and his face faltered. “Im sorry” I blurted out and hastily tried to make myself decent. “I’m so sorry..”. Shit. Shit. Shit. What the hell do I do now? “How long have you been there for?” He said. His voice was deep, yet soft. I still couldn’t tell if he was angry. “Not long, I promise. Sorry… I’m going”. And I made to turn away. “Well, you might as well stay. You’ve started now”. He softened his expression. There was a wry smile on his face, and he turned to give me a better view. “Come in closer. Come and get a better look”. I tentatively took a few steps closer.
He continued to slowly stroke his cock but kept his eyes firmly on me. “You wanna taste?” He whispered. He rubbed his finger over the end of his shiny cock, and pulled away a long bead of pre-cum. He lifted his finger to his mouth, and ran his finger over his tongue. “Mmmmmm…” he muttered. “Sweet”. My cock was now rock hard in my shorts; I needed to bust before I got back to work. I edged closer, stopping right in front of him. I got down on my knees; his cock now on front of my face. He leant back, giving me full access to all 6 inches. I took it in one hand, and ran my tongue on the underside of his shaft. I pulled back the foreskin and eagerly lapped at the tip, the slightly salty taste of sweat, pre-cum and piss danced on my tongue.
I took a deep breath and swallowed his entire cock. He groaned and placed one hand on the back of my head. He forced his cock deeper into my throat and I gagged. But I didn’t relent. “That’s it” he said. “Good boy”. He tasted amazing. The veins on his cock were throbbing and pulsing. I reached down and started stroking my own cock. I was already on the verge of an orgasm. He looked down and saw what I was doing. He pulled his cock from my mouth and he held my head in his hands for a few seconds. It felt like he was staring into my soul. He smiled, and twisted me around. “Bend over” he said. I did not need telling twice. I pulled my shorts off and used them as a cushion on the ground. I arched my back and exposed my hole to him. I closed my eyes, as I felt his warm tongue immediately lapping around my arse.
He buried his face deep into my hole; his tongue moving with such ferocity. Every few seconds, he’d take a breath and then spat on my hole. And then the tip of his tongue would penetrate me. “Oh fuck…” I whimpered, softly. “I’m just getting started” he said before he positioned himself behind me; his cock now aligned with my arse. He leaned in and vigorously slapped my hole with his rock hard cock. He spat one more time before plunging deep into my arse. I collapsed forward. “Holy shit” I cried, and he reached out and covered my mouth. “Shhhhh. There’s a good boy”. I steadied myself on my knees again and he began to pound me. He kept his hand over my mouth and used the other to hold onto my waist.
I was now 10 minutes late from my break but I didn’t care. I could feel my own cock bouncing around as he thrust deep inside. He pulled out and admired my hole before turning me round so I was on my back. I was sweating, and bits of grass and dirt were now sticking to me. He pushed my legs back, lifting my arse slightly, and then he slipped in again. Each thrust made my own cock twitch and tremble. “I’m getting close” I whispered. “Good” he said. “Me too”. He put his hand around my cock and begun to time his thrusts with his strokes. “Oh god damn…” I said. I started twisting and turning. I was trying to hold on for as long as possible. “Stop… careful… I can’t hold it much longer” I moaned. “That’s right” he said. “Let it go”. He gripped firmly and gave the deepest thrust he could manage. “Oh fuck, that’s it.. right there”. I cried. I couldn’t hold it in anymore; thick ropes of spunk splattered across my belly. “Good boy” he whispered as he proceeded to pump his load deep inside me. I could feel the warmth filling me up. His body shivered. His face dripping with sweat. He slowly pulled out, and I could feel his load oozing out of me. It mingled with the dust and grass on the ground. Without saying a word, he stood up, pulled up his shorts and quietly made his way out of the bushes, back into the hustle and bustle of the park.
I lay there for what felt like hours. I didn’t have anything on hand to clean up. So I took off my underwear, cleaned myself up the best I could and then put them into my pocket. I dusted myself down and also snuck back out into the park. I smiled as I began to walk back to work. I was now half an hour later. But I didn’t care. It was absolutely worth it.
Sadly this is not a true story, but based off of a very lovely dream that I had recently combined with elements of one of my ultimate fantasies.
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