Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 15:22:11 -0800
From: Kris Chrandes <krchr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gift Repayed

Part 1 of 3. Inspired by real events as they say, but
fiction picks up where disappointment started. The
parts of this story are only loosely related but are
a kind of "story arc". Thought I'd try something new.

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Other stories by me:
2011: gay/young-friends/his-brother-likes-feet
      (sorry about the messed up formatting)
2011: gay/beginnings/our-own-island
2011: gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling
2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast
2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool
2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony
2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film
2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks
2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet
2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy
      (posted under a different name).

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I was relieved to find the parking lot empty. I'd spent the whole drive
building myself up to this but if there'd been another car I'd probably have
turned around and left. Which, looking back on it now seems stupid because
all I'd planned to do was walk barefoot through the park. Big frickin' deal.
It had taken me until this point in college to understand that I had a foot
fetish. I liked looking but I didn't like showing my own feet even though I
loved the feeling of going barefoot or in flip-flops. There was plenty of
opportunity for both in Florida but I rarely did it.

Actually what I really wanted was to walk naked through the rain, but I
wasn't nearly that brave (stupid?). I figured no one else would come to this
park in the rain and I could at least take a barefoot stroll. And if anyone
saw me so what. I'd be embarrassed but no one else would think much of it.
It was only in my head.

I sat listening to the tap of the rain hitting the car and the pinging of
the cooling engine. The rain was coming down pretty good and didn't seem
like it was going to stop. Perfect.

I took off my shoes and socks and put them in the passenger seat next to the
towel I'd brought. I looked at myself briefly in the mirror then opened the
door and got out. The rain tapped on my head and soaked through my t-shirt
making it cling to my chest. I locked the door with my key and put it in my
pocket. My wallet and everything else I left in the car.

I splashed through the cold puddles in the parking lot and stepped onto the
brick path. The bricks were smooth and warm beneath my feet. They gave way
to the boardwalk which was slick and colder. I'd been to this park a lot
since it was near my first college apartment, and although I didn't live
close any more I still liked to come here. The boardwalk made a big loop
through the park except for an offshoot that led to a small lake. The
boardwalk was necessary because most of the park was slightly swampy.

The canopy collected the rain into heavy drops that thwacked loudly on the
boardwalk as I walked. I tried not to hurry but I still found myself walking
briskly to get to the lake. There I would be out under the sky and I could
enjoy the rain falling directly on me. As I made the turn to the lake path I
saw that a small tree had fallen across the boardwalk. I approached it to
see if the walk was still passable. It was and I clambered over the fallen
trunk. It made me feel like I had the path all to myself and I kept walking,
finally starting to relax.

The boardwalk widened into a small platform that stuck out into the water.
As I came out from under the trees I could feel the rain hitting me again,
possibly even harder than before. It was cool but not cold. I looked down my
bare feet on the boards. I thought they looked pretty good though pale. My
shorts were dark but my t-shirt was mostly white and I realized it was
clinging to me and you could almost see through it. I was semi-hard.

I looked around the edge of the lake and back down the boardwalk. There was
no one in sight. I stretched my head back and let the rain fall on my face.

Looking around once more and seeing no one, I lay down carefully on the
bench. I both loved and was terrified of the feeling of lying there
vulnerable. I closed my eyes and felt the rain hit me. Felt the breeze brush
the soles of my feet and blow across my wet clothes. I felt a tingle and
realized my semi was turning into a full erection. I opened my eyes briefly,
got rain in them and closed them again. I stretched and felt my hard-on rub
against the wet material of my shorts. I was wearing just running shorts
with no underwear.

I was starting to shiver a little and was thinking about leaving when I
heard a cough. I sat up quickly and looked around. There was an older man
sitting on the other bench across from me. He smiled.

"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's ok," I said automatically. I remembered my state of undress and
arousal, pulled my legs together, and crossed my arms over my chest. I
wanted to immediately run from this place in shame. I didn't. I don't know
why. Part of it was probably the way the guy was looking at me. He was
sitting completely at ease. Facing me and smiling slightly. Not a derisive
smile, just a warm and friendly smile. Then I noticed with surprise that he
was wearing just a pair of cutoffs, shirtless and barefoot. He was fit but
with graying hair buzzed short, and old I thought. Though he was probably
about the same age as I am now.

"Name's Bob," he said.

"Hello," I said. He didn't seem bothered that I hadn't offered my name.

"You've found out my secret," he said. This baffled me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I like to walk in the rain."

He made it sound like we'd shared something. He didn't say anything else. He
didn't look away he just continued to smile at me. I should have felt
worried about him but he was so at ease that it was impossible to be
concerned.

"Do you do this a lot?" I finally asked.

"Often," he said. "It's a simple joy but an invigorating one."

"I've never done it before," I said. It sounded lame. Bob said nothing but
just continued to sit calmly. The rain was still falling steadily and I
wiped it off my brow. Bob seemed unbothered by the water dripping down his
face.

"I didn't see your car," I said. "Did you pull in after me?"

"No," Bob said. "I live next to the park and I walk here often. Especially
in a good rain."

"You walked here..." I started to say 'like that' but said, "with no shoes?"

"Of course," he said. "It's much more enjoyable when you can feel the
ground." I looked at his feet which were tough and tan but rinsed clean in
the rain. "I sometimes," he continued, "wear less than this. But I didn't
want to offend you."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "Would it bother you if I were to lie here nude?"

My prick jumped back up in my shorts. I hoped he couldn't tell. "No," I
said. "I mean if you want to, sure."

Bob smiled and stood up. He dropped his shorts straight down onto the deck
then bent to pick them up. He had a wild pubes and circumcised cock. It
seemed to be somewhat hard, curving out away from his body. He smiled at me
again then folded his shorts and placed them at one end of the bench. Then
he lay down on his back as I had been, except completely naked. He closed
his eyes.  I was dumbfounded. I had no idea what to do. I felt I should
leave. I felt I shouldn't witness this, but the sight of a totally naked man
laying parallel to me was mesmerizing. As I watched, his cock started to
lengthen and rise. Eventually he was completely hard. I still sat glued to
the spot. I felt a drop of precum emerge from my own dick.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to explode and I had to leave. I
stood up, hardly caring that my own hard-on was obviously stretching my
shorts.

"Nice to meet you," I said. "I guess I should be going."

Bob opened his eyes and turned his head toward me. He was smiling again.
"Perhaps I could give you something before you go?"

"What?"

"A little relief." He didn't look at my cock but he didn't need to either.

I looked around. Was I considering this? I was practically a virgin. Totally
a virgin when it came to men, though I'd long known I was interested.

"If this is a little public for you," Bob said. "We can step off into the
woods a bit."

"Ok," I said weakly.

Bob smiled wider and stood up. He picked up his shorts but did not put them
on. "This way," he said.

I followed his bare ass as he walked back toward the main boardwalk. Before
we got to the downed tree he went to the edge of the walk and gingerly
stepped down onto a trail. I looked over the edge and could see he was
standing on loose bark. He held out his hand to me and I stepped down. The
ground was warm. Bob let go my hand and started to walk along the trail.

I stepped carefully. Much less confident walking barefoot than him. I had
never noticed this unofficial trail before but I realized that it circled
the lake. We squished through the mud for a while until we came to the spot
he'd chosen. It was screened from the lake and there was a bed of pine
needles. The sky was not open here so we were out of the rain but drops from
the trees landed frequently and heavily.

We stood facing each other for a moment. We were both still hard. Bob seemed
unhurried. I didn't know what to do. Bob took a step closer and leaned in
close to me. He said softly, "I think you would enjoy it more if you were
nude."

I swallowed hard then nodded. I took off my t-shirt which stubbornly clung
to my chest. I wasn't sure what to do with it so I tossed it toward the
trunk of the nearest tree which seemed somewhat dry. I hesitated but then
hooked my thumbs on my waistband and pulled my shorts down. I stepped out of
them and tossed them toward my shirt.

Bob reached out both hands and placed them on my hips. My legs nearly
collapsed. I had never felt this excited before. He leaned close to kiss me
but I pulled away. He settled for kissing my neck instead which raised
goosebumps on my arms. I put my arms around him and he pulled us close. His
skin was as cold as mine but I could feel the incredible heat of his cock
pressing against me. We stayed like that for a long moment before Bob began
to run his hands down my sides and onto my butt. We got, if possible, even
closer.

I had really no idea what to do next. I was terrified of getting caught but
I knew I wasn't going to leave yet. Without hardly moving I could feel my
orgasm building.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm going to cum." I made to pull away but Bob
did not let go.

"Let it happen," Bob said.

I grunted and felt the cum shoot out of me into the space between us. Bob
continued to hold and rock us. I felt like it wasn't going to ever stop and
then suddenly I was spent. The last two spurts were actually dry I think.
After a long moment I realized Bob was still holding me. The rain seemed to
have stopped and the world came back to focus.

I pulled away from him and he let me go.

"I..."

"Of course," Bob said. "You need to go. But... don't be ashamed for finding
a little joy from time to time."

I quickly pulled on my shorts and struggled into my t-shirt. Bob hadn't
moved and he was still hard.

"Goodbye," I said. "Thank you."

Bob smiled and nodded at me and I left.

I drove off barefoot, dripping wet, and in clothes covered it dirt. I don't
know why I ran off so fast. He'd made me feel wonderful and when I thought
about it I wasn't ashamed at all. I regretted only that I had not held him
more. I regretted that I had never even held his cock in my hand. Maybe it
was silly teenaged romance but I came to believe he gave me something
wonderful that I needed to repay. I visited the park many more times but
never saw Bob again. And I never had another encounter there.

I decided I would one day repay his gift. I just didn't know how.