Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 10:45:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: IT STARTED IN A PARK 4 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 4 Jim It was still several days before the Opening Convocation. Christian was at his usual post in the pavilion, when he noticed a tall, slender guy in a white t shirt and blue jeans on a nearby kiddie playground. He was energetically playing with three tiny boys. The oldest couldn't have been four. What struck Christian was that the father let the boys do things that his own father wouldn't have dreamed of letting him do at twice the age. The youngest, barely old enough to walk was allowed to climb the tallest slide and slide down all by himself. Then when he reached the bottom, stood on the slide and jumped to the ground. On the swing set, the father would push the oldest boy forward and run under the swing so that the chain was almost horizontal when he let go. Then the youngster would swing higher than Christian himself had ever been allowed to swing. Yet despite the apparent abandon, the father was completely aware of what the boys were up to and was quick to step in when he felt one of his sons was doing something he shouldn't. They were all having a wonderful time. Christian was fascinated. He strolled over nearer the action, sat atop picnic table near one of the park's strategically located ponds, and watched. Five or so minutes later the oldest boy looked over at him and started to approach. He was stopped by his dad and they had a short, earnest conversation. His father evidently gave permission and the boy charged toward Christian followed by the other two boys and father. "Mister, there snakes in that pond?" the lad asked a smiling Christian. "Wouldn't be surprised, young fella," Christian responded, "but I have seen any. You afraid of snakes?" The question fell on deaf ears. The three boys had run to the bank of the pond to look for reptiles. "He should be afraid, but I think he may like `em," the father laughingly answered the question. "I'm enjoying watching them play," Christian said. "You all are all really having fun." "Yeah, do construction. Don't get a day off to roughhouse with `em near often enough. Had to have a physical this morning, so I just took the rest of the day." They chatted very briefly. The boys all took off back to the swing sets and monkey bars, so their dad turned to follow. But before walking away he said, "You out doing what I think you are, looking for dick?" He had very obviously glanced at Christian's pouch. "Really looking for a mouth or an ass," Christian murmured, "but I'm versatile." "Like to get together sometime?" Christian fished one of his cards from his wallet. "Call me," he said. The next day he did get a call. "Mr. Ballard?" the voice inquired, "This is Jim." "Jim?" Christian was confused. "Oh, I forgot. You don't know my name. I'm the fella that you met at the park yesterday. Jim Hart." "Oh yes. Thanks for calling, Jim" "I just got off work. You free?" "Sure." "I thought we might meet at Mike's Place. You know where that is?" "I think so. Down on Main Street, isn't it?" "Yeah. Corner of Main and Donovan. We can have a beer or two." "Fine. I'll meet you as soon as I can get there." Christian had been lounging around his apartment in nothing but cutoffs. So he pulled on a t shirt and set off. He figured that Mike's Place wouldn't have a dress code. When he arrived, Jim was already lounging at the bar. There were several other hardhats at the bar or in booths. It was obviously a working man's hangout. "Hi, Mr. Ballard," Jim said. "Call me `Christian,'" came the reply. "Mr. Ballard's my dad." Christian ordered a Bud and the two of them moved to a booth. "So you go both ways, do you?" Christian asked. "Always have," Jim replied. "Myra, my wife, doesn't know, of course. But as much as I love pussy, it just don't satisfy me. I gotta be with a man sometimes. "And shit," he continued, "I love my boys better than anything." "I could tell, when I was watching the four of you yesterday. The way you were encouraging them to...well, stretch themselves." "Yeah," Jim agreed. "The best time to build confidence is when you're just learning to walk and talk. "But, anyway, when I saw you, I figured you was looking for something." "Yeah," Christian admitted, "I can't ever get enough. Started when I was a kid." "You got someplace to go?" Jim asked. "I guess the park's about the best place," Christian said. Jim was wearing a t shirt and jeans like yesterday, but today the t shirt had the arms ripped out revealing ample hair in his pits and his jeans were torn and threadbare. As they left the bar Christian could see a hole over one of Jim's ass cheeks that revealed there was nothing underneath. Once at the park they strolled past several other guys chatting, obviously preparing to get it on, and a single guy or two, obviously looking for a playmate. They walked deep into the woods and found a secluded place. They groped each other's package. Christian was first to bare his ass, unbuttoning his cutoffs and letting them drop to his ankles. He helped Jim unzip and release the pent-up snake straining at the worn fabric that had covered his crotch. Jim was not quite the size of Christian but his dick was nothing to be ashamed of. And he had some very interesting tats. One on his left thigh was low enough to be seen below short cutoffs. It was a rustic signboard hammered to a pole sticking into a tuft of grass. The sign showed an arrow pointing further up his leg. "TOOL SHED" it read. They jacked each other a few moments, then Christian got down and took Jim into his mouth. "Yeah, yeah," Jim whispered. "I need to feel wet lips on that mother." Christian obliged for several minutes, then he stood, kissed Jim's pecs and blew in his ear. "Eat me, baby," he whispered. Jim did. They exchanged places for almost an hour, while a kid who had sneaked up on them watched and jacked off about twenty yards away. The sun was setting, and Jim finally brought Christian to a crashing climax. "I gotta get back to the wife and kids," he said almost apologetically. "Let me get you off first," Christian responded. He again went down on Jim's sausage. He loved Jim's sweaty taste and workingman smell. And he swallowed the gift that Jim's dick finally spurted into his hungry mouth. They walked out of the woods single file. "You're one hot motherfucker," Jim said. "Can we get together again?" "You got my number," Christian said.