Date: Fri, 11 May 2012 17:18:39 +0100 (BST)
From: Nick Paston <nic27552@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Rec 3: Two boys in the woods

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This episode is the one I warned was out of sync to the others. Mainly
because that's the way my mind works, going from subject to subject
(butterfly brain, my teachers called it) but I hope it proves equally
stimulating for anyone who reads it!

OK, so this all happened last year. I was made redundant a couple of years
ago, from a quite high paying job, so had to find another job quickly. The
job I did find was pretty awful, manual, hard and monotonous, but, hey, it
paid the mortgage. Happily the job and that monotony, is in the past, but
on this particular day, which was sunny and warm, I decided to take my
lunch to a nearby park. The park is on the edge of town, next to the
industrial estate I was working on. So a couple of minutes walking got me
to a bench on the very edge of the grass, overlooking a small play area
below me in a dip in the ground. I munched my sandwiches and daydreamed as
usual. I noticed two lads sitting on the small swings across the park, They
were larking about, as boys do. I guessed they were between 13 and 14, just
staring to shoot up in that gangly adolescent way. One reminded me of my
old friend and tutor, Robin (see earlier Rec stories) The other was taller,
dark haired, with an olive complexion, possibly some oriental blood I
guessed.

That would have been that, but the play got rowdier, and they began to play
wrestle on the rubber matting surrounding the play equipment. I watched
them grabbing at each other, and noticed that the smaller, possibly younger
boy was watching me between goosing bouts. They were laughing loudly, but I
also noticed that the grabbing and holding was getting closer and closer to
the crotch areas of both boys. Suddenly my sandwiches started to taste a
bit dry...

The sideways glances and crafty squeezes got more obvious, and I locked
eyes with the younger lad. Realising I was very vulnerable as an adult
watching two under-age boys feeling each other up, I looked around the
park, but mercifully it was still deserted apart from the wrestlers and
myself. I could feel a definite swelling in my trousers, but was acutely
conscious of how it would look if I approached them. No, maybe best to play
the voyeur from a distance, I thought.

I thought they would probably get tired of teasing this old guy soon, and
disappear, so I stayed where I was. But if anything the grabbing got more
and more overt, until it wasn't grabbing at all, but definite sexual
squeezing of each others crotches. Even at 20 yards distance, I could see
that both boys had tents in their jeans. My mouth got even drier, and I
wished for things to develop further, whilst hoping I would be allowed to
watch events unfold.

The older, dark haired boy whispered something in the other kids ear, and
they both laughed at a private joke. I saw that the younger kid now had his
friends erection in his fist, through the denim material, and was
definitely stroking now. My own cock was hard as a nail, and throbbing hard
in my trousers.

Just then, they both stood up and started to walk away. My heart sank,
although I was a little bit relieved that they hadn't approached me. With
the current mania in the press about so called 'pedo's' I wasn't keen to
get caught here in the open, ogling two adolescent gropers. (By the way, is
it just me, or does anyone else see the hypocrisy of the media here? Kids
are sexualized daily by the press, articles are written by 'agony aunts' on
subjects like How to fellate your boyfriend, and sex is on the agenda 24/7,
but anyone who looks sideways at an attractive girl or boy is labelled a
pervert immediately. Quite apart from the fact that paedophiles are people
who lust after pre teen kids, not adolescents!)

Anyway, as they began to walk away I resigned myself to getting off in the
privacy of my own home later, memories of those two fresh and vivid. But as
they walked away, I noticed they were headed for a wooded area at the far
side of the park. I knew from driving down the adjacent road that the
wooded area was quite large and overgrown. It led nowhere apart from a
deserted and abandoned industrial area near a flyover.

But even with that knowledge, I would have almost certainly walked away
myself then, back to my hated job. Except both boys turned round as they
got to the trees and looked straight at me. The older boy just smiled a
secret smile and turned into the undergrowth, but the younger lad lifted
his arm and signalled to me with unmistakeable clarity. His signal was a
crooked finger, which is the universal follow me sign. I gulped nervously
and took one last look around the park. Still deserted...

I stood shakily, not quite sure whether this was a good idea. OK, it
wouldn't be overlooked, but I was determined that no physical contact was
going to happen. No sir, I don't want to be appearing in court charged with
assaulting a minor, however willing that minor was. But I could look,
couldn't I... well couldn't I?

I shuffled after them, conscious that my own hard on was hard to disguise
if some young mum with a pram load of infants crossed my line of
escape. None did however, and soon I was dipping my head and weaving
through trees` and shrubs in the sudden coolness of the woods. I could hear
the boys ahead of me, sniggers and whispers indicating they knew I had
followed. I had one last moment of self doubt. Were they leading me on, not
just teasing, but into some kind of adolescent trap? I almost turned back,
but then I heard the unmistakeable sound of a zip being drawn down, and I'm
afraid a hard cock has no conscience...

As I got to the small clearing ahead I could see they had definitely
started without me. The older boy was leaning against a young tree with his
head back and eyes shut. The other boy was kneeling in front of him in the
classic cock suckers pose. In his right hand was the sturdy, dark skinned
erection of his friend. My eyes zoomed in on it straight away. It wasn't
big, but it was certainly excited. I looked down to see that the fair
haired boy was holding his own dick in the other hand. Wow, I thought, this
is certainly not the first time this little tableau has happened.

Just then the kneeling boy looked at me and smiled cheekily. He then looked
up at his friend and down again at the erection in his hand. His smile
faded and, mouth open, he leaned forward and took the other boys cock in
his mouth. I though my cock would burst, it was so hard.

I didn't dare to go too much closer, so I shuffled to within about 4 feet
of them. I just had to relieve myself. The juvenile cock sucker was
building up a steady rhythm. The slurping sounds and muted groans from his
friend were turning me on big time. I guessed this wouldn't take long I was
right. He speeded up, and I struggled to unzip my trousers, with my hard on
catching in my shorts as I tried to free it.

I heard the dark haired boy hiss a warning, and the kneeling kid pulled
back from the cock he was sucking. No Robin then, I thought, not a
swallower. Shame.

I managed to get my cock free, and just in time. The older boys cock jerked
upwards, and a jet of white liquid shot across the kneeling kids
shoulder. He held it away from him as it continued to pulse smaller shots
of cum into the grass. His fist continued to milk the pulsing cock.

As I stroked my own cock, both sets of eyes turned to me. The older boy was
breathing hard and looked me in the eyes. But the other kid was still
jerking at his own slim dick, frantically trying to get off. His eyes were
locked onto my cock. Probably bigger than he was used to seeing, although
I've always though of my 7" as average.

I couldn't help myself. I shuffled two, then three steps closer, until his
eyes widened in something close to fear. I guess he thought I was going to
make him finish me off. But no, all I wanted was to make my cum mix with
his friends in the grass. With a groan of my own, which made them both
start, I came. A long jet of cum shot across the gap between us. I swear I
didn't mean to, but one string of pearly cum flicked across his shirt, like
a decorative piece of embroidery. He looked down at it in surprise, but
just then the sensory overload hit him, and he came with a loud squeak
reminiscent of my boy lover of 40 years ago. Three lots of cum now graced
the green turf under our feet.

As always with these things, guilt and fear of discovery lead to rapid
departures. The boys looked at each other and zipped up quickly. I did too,
almost catching my balls in the zip.

We turned away, and left in separate directions. I spent the next few weeks
fearing a knock at my door, but none came. Obviously they had filed the
experience away under 'things to remember when we're older'

The only epilogue is that a few weeks later, I saw the younger lad, whilst
out shopping with my wife. I froze in fear as he passed us outside Tesco's,
but I shouldn't have worried. As I looked at him, and mercifully, as my
wife looked at some tomatoes on the market stall in the street, he winked
at me. Yes, winked. I grinned back. What else could I do? I took one last
glance at that girlish mouth, remembering how those pink lips had recently
been stretched over an erect cock, and filed away the memory.

OK, next posting will be the first time I enjoyed the heaven called 69. The
return , and sadly the departure of Robin,my juvenile tutor.

Comments welcome. Email me on nic27552@yahoo.co.uk I normally reply to any
positive reviews. What have you got to lose!