Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 10:17:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: IT STARTED IN A PARK 2 This story is completely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. The story also contains explicit sexual acts between males, so be warned! This story is also brought to you through the generosity of the many donors to nifty.org. Without their contributions this site could not exist. Please consider a gift to nifty.org today. You'll be glad you gave. Your comments and criticisms are appreciated. Please write me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. Copyright 2013 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. IT STARTED IN A PARK by Macout Mann Chapter 2 Vernon Vernon Ramsay was the first to notice the tall blond standing in the Cranston Park Pavilion, and he was impressed enough that his dick twitched at first sight. Vernon was an Instructor at Sparta. In the Physics Department. He had finished his doctoral dissertation and was waiting to defend it. But the university had been sufficiently impressed with his abilities that it didn't want to risk losing him to another institution. So he was offered an Instructorship with the understanding that he would be promoted to Assistant Professor once he received his doctorate. Vernon was a Southern Boy. From Jackson, Mississippi. Had gone to Ole Miss and excelled. Moved on to Sparta and at the tender age of 25 was about to become a PhD. A very gay PhD. A "flaming faggot" Vernon was not. He might have been. He was an only child of doting parents, a bright loner, a geek before there was such a thing. But back in the third grade, when he first began to realize he was "different," he also realized that boys who were "different" were always bullied. There was Edward, whom all the other boys teased, calling him "Edwierd," and punched whenever they could. So he built a macho persona. He got into judo, but that didn't really turn him on. Then he discovered gymnastics. He was very good. Never competed, but built a bod to be proud of. Stayed with the program all the way through college. Now, at 5'10" with black hair and eyes he was the subject of a lot of coeds' dreams, but he gave none of them a second thought. Truth be told, some gals as well as guys would be taking Introductory Physics just in the hope of getting into his section. He would take notice of the guys, but was very professional. Right now he meandered over to the Adonis in the pavilion. "Hi, guy," he said. "Haven't seen you around before, have I?" Christian smiled. "No, I'm new. Just joined the faculty at Sparta. Trying to see what's happening." "Not a whole lot. I'm on the faculty too. Physics." "I'm the new Art History guy. Christian Ballard." "Vernon Ramsay." They shook hands warmly, both with an overly firm grip. "Somebody told me this was a really nice park..." Christian volunteered, "and it is." "Yeah. It's a good place to relax and meet people," Vernon responded. "I often go on walks in the woods. Real peaceful." "Which trails are best?" Christian asked. "Don't really matter, as long as you're careful." The two of them continued to feel each other out. Both were convinced that they were looking for the same thing. Finally Vernon said, "Well, I guess I'd better get on with my exercise," and strolled off on one of the paths leading into the woods. Christian waited no longer than a minute before slowly following. About twenty-five yards down the trail, he saw that Vernon had stopped next to a thicket. "Thought you might come along," a grinning Vernon said. "What do you like?" Christian asked. "I like it all," came the answer. Vernon cupped his companion to underscore his point, and Christian responded in kind. They slipped into the bushes and shortly had each other's dicks in hand. "Nice one," Christian complemented. "Yours is awesome," Vernon replied. "Taste it," Christian ordered. Vernon sank to his knees and tongued his new friend's knob before taking Christian's full length into his warm, wet mouth. "Yes, eat me, man!" Christian whispered. Christian ran his fingers through Vernon's thick hair and wiggled his fingers in his ears. Vernon was unbelievable. Christian was almost at the point of ejaculation, when he decided he needed to give as well as receive. He grabbed Vernon's head and rammed his dick all the way down until Vernon's nose was buried in his pubes. Then he pulled back. "My turn," he chanted. The sun was setting, and it was unreal how many times both men were bitten by mosquitos, but that didn't matter. They were satisfied. Both Christian and Vernon were confirmed Anonymous Sex in the Park guys, so it didn't occur to either of them to get together someplace else, despite the fact they were no longer anonymous. During the next two weeks before classes started, Christian visited the park several times and had some exhilarating encounters. He even met up with Vernon a couple of times. The first time he was walking through the woods just hoping to find another horny stud when he found Vernon leaning against a tree with his dick in hand. "Give up on finding somebody else to play with it?" Christian asked. "Yeah, aint nothing been going on," Vernon replied. Christian reached for his companion's tool and warmly embraced it. "You just have to have patience," he said. Vernon loosened his belt and undid his jeans. Christian sank to his knees and began to lick Vernon's hard pole before finally taking it into his mouth and slobbering on it. "Yeah, taste that motherfucker," Vernon moaned. Christian sucked until he felt that Vernon was getting close. Then, the two men swapped places. Christian, overwhelmed by lust, began to fuck Vernon's face. "Eat that dick. Make me cum," Christian chanted, soon dumping five squirts of hot semen into Vernon's throat. Then Christian offered his asshole to his partner for the first time. He quickly grabbed Christian's hips and rammed his throbbing prong all the way to the hilt in one plunge. He fucked vigorously and soon dumped his load into Christian. "Aren't you glad I came along when I did," Christian panted. It was a few weeks later that Christian and Vernon encountered each other at the faculty club. They greeted each other warmly and Christian invited Vernon to have a drink with him. They chatted and discovered that they had more interests in common than sex. They decided to have dinner together and afterwards they went to Christian's apartment for a nightcap. After two drinks hormones took control. As amazing as it seems, this was the first time that either man had had sex in a real bed. They lay together naked on crisp sheets covering a soft mattress. "Man, this is awesome," Vernon breathed. "You better believe," Christian replied. The excitement of sex in the park was replaced by the assurance that they were alone. There was no need to hurry. There was cuddling to be done. For neither man would the solace of sex in the bedroom replace the thrill of sex in the park. The bedroom just added a new dimension for enjoyment. And after Vernon left and Christian discovered the stains on his new sheets, he even was pleased that a token of the night's festivities remained. "We'll have to get together at Vernon's next time," he thought.