Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 18:08:46 -0800 (PST)
From: john smith <jaubree2@yahoo.com>
Subject: On the Park Trail

Dylan was extremely lucky in finding his first fuck, and not just because
he was fifteen.  Any fifteen year-old boy would probably give at least one
nut for the chance to fuck someone, and Dylan not only found someone
willing to be fucked but the guy was hot and kind and careful to teach
Dylan the right things about gay sex, and not just use the kid as so many
others would have.

The story began, as so many others, in a bright and grassy park.  Mark was
walking down a path through the trees, well known to him for its excellent
view of the playing fields, when he came upon a kid crouching in the
undergrowth.  Kneeling just feet from the trail, badly concealed by the
leaves, with his pants pulled down and his fist pounding a long and tender
cock as he watched the boys run and sweat in the sunlight below.  So many
fit bodies, so many long smooth legs filled the field that the kid didn't
hear him until Mark was just a few strides away.  Mark stepped deliberately
on a twig, and with a full-body shudder the horrified boy whipped around to
stare, a flush mounting his freckled cheeks as his hand froze on the knob
of his cock.

Mark grinned at him, his handsome face made rakish by its two-day dusting
of beard, and made no move toward the startled boy.  The kid just stared,
his blue eyes wide, at the adult who'd stumbled on his most secret and
terrible shame.  Mark didn't let his eyes stray from the boy's, knowing
that to give any indication he saw the kid's nakedness would send him into
panicked flight.  Beaming his most charming grin, Mark looked a little
above him and let his hand drift slowly down to rest just outside his front
pocket.  The kid's eyes noticed, and darted back to his face.

"Nice day today," Mark said, his voice calm and pleasant, so completely
relaxed there might never be a half-naked boy in front of him at all. "Good
game so far?" The kid watched him breathlessly for more than a minute, and
then cleared his throat before replying.

"Yeah." His light tenor was beautiful in its purity, no surly gruffness or
cigarette edge to dull its youth.  Seeing that Mark wasn't going to move,
the kid sat back onto his heels and let go of his softening cock.  Mark
took a step to his right and leaned his shoulder against a tree.

"This is one of my favorite places to come at this time of day," Mark said,
letting his eyes move over the kid's head to the fit youths flitting about
on the field. "One of the best views around, I think." The kid watched him
warily, not un-tensing but with interest as he noted the direction of
Mark's gaze. "I usually come up here every Saturday, just to watch the
game.  So peaceful without anyone else around." The kid's eyes widened even
more, their blue brighter against the increased pool of white, as he
realized what Mark had to mean. "Do you come up here a lot," Mark asked.

"Not really," the boy said, still nervous in front of the intruding
adult. "First time."

"Ahh," Mark replied, still not looking down, "then for your next trip I
recommend you take that little path up there," he said, pointing at a trail
that led up the hill through the trees. "That's where I usually go, it's
much quieter and has a better view.  I'm going there now." Mark turned and
strolled away, heading up the narrow path without looking back.

At the head of the path was a small clearing, surround by dense bushes
except for a spot overlooking the soccer fields, which Mark kept clear on
his frequent visits.  He stood here watching the play, his cock stiff under
his jeans as he strained his ears for any sound below.  Finally a rusting
in the trees made him sigh, and he slowly pulled down his zipper and eased
his thick cock out into the light.

Dylan stood just outside the clearing, watching the man slow-stroke his
huge, pink-skinned dick.  The guy was turned a little to the side, giving
Dylan a clear view of his crotch as he stared down at the boys playing
below.  Dylan's own cock sprang up again, tenting the front of his jeans.
He put his hand down to squeeze it, feeling a wet spot grow as he watched
Mark jerk his adult-sized prick.

"Do you know anyone playing today," Mark asked, without turning around.
Dylan jumped again at being addressed, but didn't flee.

"No.  A couple of kids from school are playing, but I don't know them."

"You like watching them, though," Mark asked, following one tall blond kid
with very tan skin as he chased the ball. "Do you ever see them at school?"

"No," Dylan said, taking a step forward. "They're older than me, seniors.
I don't see them much."

"Pity.  From what I can tell, I'd love to see more of every one of them
down there." Mark grinned widely and gave his dick a slow tug, just to make
clear his meaning.  Dylan grinned too, his hand gripping his own, shorter
cock with a similar twist.

His eyes still locked on the blond boy, now drinking Gatorade on the
sidelines, Mark slid a hand under his shirt to trace the ridges on his hard
belly.  Slowly it moved up to cup his right pec, the hard nub of his nipple
pressing into his palm.  He could feel the boy's rapt gaze on him as he
raised his elbow out, his forearm pulling the thin material up to expose
his belly and side.  He released his cock and pulled his shirt up and off
in one quick move, dropping it to the side and gripping his dick once more.
Dylan took another small step forward, the kid's eyes glued to Mark's chest
as the smooth skin glowed in the diffuse sun.

"You don't play," Mark asked, nodding down at the field where the blond was
running out again. "I'd want to, with a team like that."

"No," Dylan said, with growing confidence as he took another step. "I'm not
good enough."

"Pity.  I think playing soccer could be fun.  Especially," he drawled,
"once you finish.  All those boys, showering together, changing, playing
pinch and grab-ass^Å" Mark's hand milked out a huge drop of precum that
drooled down the back of his knuckles, stretching down almost to the ground
before it snapped.  Maybe Dylan saw it, maybe he didn't, but his eyes never
left the throbbing meat that stood from the thick blond thatch of Mark's
bush.  His own dick was reddened where his fingers gripped tighter with the
flood of testosterone that burned within him.

Mark slipped his fingers into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet,
flipping it open and digging out the packet of lube and the rubber he kept
for convenience.  He slid the wallet back in and kept pushing, forcing his
jeans down over the swell of his round ass to fall heavy around his feet.
He shoved his faded red boxers down as well, letting Dylan soak in the
sight of his pale-skinned ass, smooth and muscular, hairless but for a few
pale wisps around the hole itself.  Mark raised the packet of lube to his
mouth and tore it open with his teeth, pouring the slippery gel over the
fingers of his right hand and reaching back to tickle his tight pink chute.
His body leaned forward, his knees flexing to bare and spread his ass in
full view of his new friend.  Before he wrapped his hand back around his
leaking prick, he flicked the condom back to land next to Dylan's foot.

The boy stood still, frozen but for the hand gliding over his cock, as he
watched Mark slip a fingertip deep into the lips of his ass.  Their
relative positions meant he could see Mark's hand moving but not in any
detail, so without thinking he moved forward again, to within arm's reach
of the older man's busy ass.  Now craning his head Dylan could look down
and see the blunt fingertip slip out and back in the tight bud, playing
with the rim and plunging deep in alternate thrusts.  Mark twisted a second
finger in to widen his hole, working to loosen the lips of his hole and
putting on a show of magnificent interest for the teenage boy.  Mark
remembered his own first fuck, twelve years ago at age 20 with his drunk
college roommate, and what a frantic, painful scramble it had been.
Neither of them had dared bring it up again, and two full years had passed
before Mark once again had his cock up another man's ass.  Working his
third finger into his no longer tiny hole, he thought this kid might be
spared that awkward fumble of lust and shame, and that could only be a good
thing.

Stepping carefully on the heel of his right shoe, moving slow to keep his
ass outthrust and his fingers busy, Mark levered his sneaker off and
stepped out of his jeans and boxers.  His sock-clad toes provided enough
traction to free his left, and Mark stood fully naked from the ankles up.
His heavy dick swung free in the pleasant breeze, drops of precum plopping
down to the grass beneath him as he braced his free hand on his knee to jut
his ass even further out.

Dylan's jeans had fallen down to his knees, and he had both hands wrapped
around his dick jerking frantically as he watched the man pleasure himself.
When the breeze died a heavy whiff of sweat, musk and ass drifted back to
him, carrying the smell of Mark's furry balls and his eager pink bud, now
blushing red and winking in between plunges by Mark's strong fingers.  The
boy was so far into his trance that when Mark spoke he jerked like a guilty
teen caught by his mother.

"Dude, c'mon," Mark said, pulling his fingers out totally to leave his
slicked hole shiny and gaping in the sun, the single hottest thing Dylan
had ever seen.  Dylan stared deep into that rosy-rimmed darkness, his cock
pulsing out waves of pleasure and precum that slicked his slender fingers.
After an endless minute Mark spoke again, one word to urge the boy on from
his deer-eyed trance. "Dude."

Dylan turned around and stooped to pick up the condom, letting his dick go
to fumble it open with the aid of his teeth.  The little rubber circle,
pale pink and tightly rolled, presented a bit of a challenge as he tried to
remember his sex-ed class, where the teacher demoed unrolling one over a
thick rubber dick.  Dylan held it against his swollen cock head and pulled,
rolling it in inexpert lurches down the length of his dick.  He was a boy,
not full grown, so the condom slid a bit around the shaft of his prick.

Mark had both hands on his knees as he gazed down at the blond kid, waiting
for Dylan to make up his mind.  His thick seven inches was as hard as the
teen's, excited by the thought of the fresh young meat standing behind him.
Whatever he did he knew he was equally likely to spook the kid and make him
run, so Mark leaned over and stayed absolutely still, letting Dylan come to
him.

Dylan's eyes ranged from Mark's slowly tightening hole to his fat furry
balls and back again.  The delicate line of the perineum fascinated him,
and the slick cleft between Mark's pale cheeks.  The boy pushed his jeans
down further and stepped out of his loosely tied Vans, matching Mark in his
near-total nakedness.  Dylan stepped forward, close enough now to imagine
the feel of the heat of the man's hot skin, and trembling reached out a
hand.  A long heartbeat passed as Dylan's strong young hand hovered
centimeters from Mark's hip, and then it fell, the hot man-flesh scorching
a path right into his brain.

Mark gasped quietly as the kid's soft fingers touched him, resting lightly
on the skin of his upper ass.  The rubber-sheathed cock head brushed
against it, sliding along, until it lodged in the valley between.  Both
Mark and Dylan took deep breaths and tensed, feeling the heat of each
other's most intimate places.  Dylan held the base of his dick with his
right hand and shoved his hips forward, jamming the blunt head into Mark's
ass crack.  The force of his thrust and the angle of his dick shot the head
right up along the top of Mark's cleft, and Dylan's whole crotch slammed
against Mark's cheeks.  The teen bounced off and tried again, his hips
pushing Mark's whole body forward, and again.

"Hold on, bud," Mark said, his voice husky with lust.  The older man
reached back and gripped Dylan's dick, the touch of another person's
fingers on it sending Dylan almost to the edge.  Mark carefully aligned
cock to hole, centering the boy's round head dead on. "Ok, buddy, slowly
push in."

Slipping through Mark's fingers, the thick head struck dead on and entered,
pushing in halfway before Dylan's brain caught up with it.  The tight
clench of the older man's hole, squeezing hard and pulsing with the man's
heart, wrung such a burning pleasure from him that he shot right
then. "Ahhhhh," Dylan yelled, his whole body writhing, draped over and
clinging to the crouching adult.  His hips rammed forward, burying his
spasming cock deep inside as his nuts drained their huge teen-boy load.
Mark milked him as much as he could, and after a few minutes Dylan slipped
out and collapsed on the grass.

Mark turned around to smile down at the panting boy, watching as the mass
of Dylan's jizz oozed down around the shaft of his still-hard dick, creamy
goo-trails running from the flaccid reservoir along the loose condom to
tangle in the wisps of the boy's dark pubes.  The man knelt and slowly
leaned forward, lowering his face down to Dylan's crotch and letting his
tongue lap at the boy's wasted load.  Dylan's head fell back and his mouth
screamed silently at the sky as Mark licked up his sperm, his tongue
dipping under the boy's balls and into the creases alongside his nuts.
Finally Mark leaned back, licked his lips and smiled, watching the boy
shiver in the aftereffects of his first consensual orgasm.

"Aw, man, that was good," Mark said, resting a hand on the boy's bare
thigh, lightly stroking his flushed skin. "I hope you enjoyed that even
half as much as me." Dylan's bright face, recovering rapidly, beamed up at
Mark, happy with the world.  The kid's dick had never gone down, and from
the thrusting motions he started to make he was ready to go again.  Mark
reached down and stripped the used condom from his cock, releasing the last
flood of juice, and knelt over the kid's prone body with a foot on either
side.  Mark's ass touched the tip of Dylan's bare prick, and the mix of cum
and lube let the boy slide through without the slightest resistance.

Mark leaned back on his hands as soon as he bottomed out, all of Dylan's
steel-hard dick standing upright in Mark's tight guts.  The man ground his
whole ass slow and hard on the boy's dick, milking his prostate with the
boy's shaft, carefully keeping his weight from crushing the kid's soft
belly.  Mark started to bounce up and down, tip to base, letting as much of
Dylan's teen dick plunge his hole as he could.  The kid thrust upward,
meeting him each time, and the two moved together as one mass of flesh.
Sweat ran down Mark's chest, dripping down his belly to spatter on Dylan's
with each downward thrust.  The boy's face was a grinning rictus, only
pleasure showing through as his eyes rolled into his head.  Mark's heavy
dick, swollen and dripping with pressure of pent up cum, swayed and
thwapped against the boy's belly, little flecks of precum clinging to
Dylan's soft skin.  On a downthrust Mark paused fully in and rubbed his
cockhead across the boy's tummy, teasing the head over his innie.

With every push Dylan hit dead on the man's prostate, and soon Mark knew he
was ready to blow.  Not wanting to alarm him Mark grunted out a
warning. "Gonna cum." One last thrust and he did, blasting spunk clear over
Dylan's head, the next shot painting the boy's cheek, the next hitting his
chin.  Shots and dribbles of cum left a trail from Dylan's face to his
navel, and Mark scooped some up to lick clean.  His ass had gripped so
tight that as soon as the first finger-load of cum touched his lips another
flooded through his ass, flooding out as Dylan fucked like a bunny to make
the most of it.

Dylan once again lay back, now totally drained, and Mark pulled off him and
sat to the side.  The man lay a hand on the kid's thigh and stroked it
slowly, comforting him in his extreme ecstasy.  As soon as his breathing
slowed and his eyes opened again, Mark leaned in and licked every trace of
cum from his barely softened dick.  Dylan's eyes rolled back and he
shivered, his young self almost overloaded with pleasure.  Mark gave him
one last long lick and then released him, both men relaxing and recovering.

After a few minutes, Mark had sat long enough to be interested in
continuing along.  He got up on his knees and crawled along Dylan's limp
body, turning around to face the boy when he reached his feet.  Mark picked
up Dylan's right foot and pulled the damp and dirty ankle sock off it,
baring the kid's long toes.  The man sat on his heels and massaged the
boy's foot, gently rubbing the sole and manipulating the soft straight
toes, enjoying the feel of the smooth, un-calloused skin.  Dylan wriggled
and squirmed, his whole body starting to ramp up toward pleasure yet again.

"So do you have a girlfriend, kid," Mark asked, paying special attention to
Dylan's big toe.

"No, not really.  A couple of girls I go out with, but none steady," the
kid answered, his dick once again reaching for the sky.

"Are you gay, then?  Or straight?  Or a teenager?" Mark grinned at him,
just a man talking to another.  Dylan smiled back, the awkward pimpled teen
face transformed into an angel's.

"Oh, a teenager, definitely," he said, his cock twitching. "I'll take it
anywhere."

Mark pulled the other sock off him and then turned around to present his
asshole, now bright red and dripping with spent cream.  The man's huge
hairy nuts swung low beneath him as he knelt, offering his secret place to
the boy, inviting him to use it once more.  Dylan rolled over and sprang to
his feet, lithe and supple and raring to go, his dick springing up in a
matter of seconds.  The sheen of lube and cum that coated it was wearing
thin in places, but Mark thought it had enough to last another round.  He
lowered his head, wiggling his whole ass at the boy, and all but whimpered
as Dylan gripped his hips and moved up behind him.

Slowly, almost dreamily, the boy's dick penetrated Mark's hole, filling him
with hot soft teen meat.  Neither Mark nor Dylan was ready to go all out
this round, since both had had their nuts drained, and Dylan set out to
explore every inch of Mark's innards that his not inconsiderable cock could
reach.  The bare helmet reached well past Mark's prostate, hitting the spot
every time, and both were moving together by the fourth thrust into Mark's
hole.

After a while Mark leaned down on his elbows, arching his back to grind
even harder on the boy's dick.  Dylan's hands were strong and firm on his
hips, pulling his young hips into the mounds of Mark's ass with a steady
beat, both of them breathing hard and keening deep in their throats.  Few
lovers achieved such rhythm without months of practice, yet they managed it
in minutes.  Mark reached back to grab Dylan's right hand, and guided it to
his dripping dick, urging him to grip and jerk in time with his rabbiting
thrusts.  Dylan obliged happily, caressing the man's shaft like it was his
own, even as his prick plumbed the insides of his first physical lover.

On the next outthrust, Mark pulled away and let Dylan's dick flop
free. "Hand on, big man, I want to show you something," he said, rolling
onto his side and watching the boy's dick jerk on, flushed and streaming as
it missed its tight new home.  Dylan slowed his movement and stopped,
letting Mark move around on his knees to kneel behind him.  Mark's hand
snaked up underneath the boy's crotch to grip his dick, and the man's head
nuzzled into the kid's crack, his long tongue seeking out Dylan's
still-virgin hole.

The teenager's whole body convulsed as Mark's mouth muscle lapped at his
tight chute.  From balls to back it licked, savoring the teen sweat, before
zeroing in on the tight wrinkled bud that peeked coyly from between the
kid's soft creamy cheeks.  Mark's hand on his cock compounded the pleasure,
driving him past what he'd felt as he'd fucked the man, unlocking another
door within him to a new range of joy available only to the most daring of
men.  With his first experience Dylan had already passed the point reached
by most men through their entire lives, and now knew a feeling so intense
that his whole mind seemed to focus entirely on the tight pink pucker right
between his soft hairless cheeks.  Dylan's face dropped to the grassy
ground and moaned, letting his whole self enjoy the feel of Mark rim his
ass.

Dylan had shit before his morning shower, so Mark was able to get his
tongue deep into the young man's hole.  Alternating licks with jerks, Mark
soon had the boy at such a height of pleasure that the man knew he'd blow
with only the slightest bit of effort, and he sat back on his heels to
contemplate his next move.  Dylan's ass continued to clench and wave in
front of him for a minute after he pulled back, even though Mark had left
off his dick as well.  The boy eventually settled down and waited for the
man to make the next move.

So hot was Mark at this point that he knew what he had to do.  Slowly,
gently, he touched a single fingertip to Dylan's hole and started to wiggle
it through.  The elastic muscle stretched, slicked by the spit Mark laved
into its reaches, and accepted the invader with barely a qualm.  Mark's
finger sank knuckle deep and beyond, and sought out the tiny bud of the
kid's prostate, milking it with practiced skill.  Dylan groaned again, his
lips touching grass, as his entire belly caught fire with the expert touch
of his experienced lover.

Mark moved up behind the boy and lay his dick along the kid's smooth back.
His free hand snaked underneath him and gripped the boy's soft dick,
jerking along with his thrusts onto Dylan's hairless skin.  The teen's
whole body writhed against him, faster and faster, and in a minute both of
them blew, loads reduced by repetition and exhaustion, watery jizz coating
the teen's arched back and the grass beneath him.  Once again the two males
ground together to the limits of endurance and then fell apart, panting to
catch their breath.

Mark eventually stirred and sat up, smiling at the boy lying full-length
next to him. "You alright, dude," he asked, lightly brushing the boy's
chest with his fingertips.  Dylan mumbled and groaned, and sat up on one
elbow.

"Yeah, I guess," he replied, looking idly down at the man's limp prick,
nestled in its bed of sticky, tangled pubes.  Mark's balls hung loose and
saggy, halfway down between his legs.  Traces of lube and cum, the milky
fluid a mix of both of them, glistened from them.  The man lay back with
one arm crooked over his face, luxuriating in the afterglow of multiple
cums.

"Cool," he said, a tired smile lighting his stubbled face. "Maybe I'll see
you up here again."

Dylan stood up and began to gather his clothes, putting each piece on as he
found it.  Soon he was dressed, and looking awkwardly down at the
man. "I've, uh, got to get going," he said, trying to avoid looking at
Mark's limp and shiny dick.

"Yeah, you should," Mark said, sitting up and reaching for his shirt. "Have
a good one."

The teen scampered down the trail, not looking behind him even Mark stood
to stretch.  The man dressed slowly, wiping the excess cum from his hole
with a soft leaf before pulling on his boxers, and then descending the
narrow path to continue his walk toward home.


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