Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2002 18:29:50 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Tales of The Reservation, Chapter 6  [Gay- Encounters]

The Reservation

Near where I live is a huge county park with a cruising area that has been
active for years. I have had many exciting experiences there, and many not
so exciting. I thought I would share a few of the more fun times. Some of
these are entirely true, some are based on true experiences with a little
`embellishment', and some have a bit of truth and a lot of fantasy. If you
are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is
illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you
enjoy at least some of these stories. Some of these took place in a time
when all sex was safe and some when precautions must be taken. Please
respect yourself and others enough to always play safe.

Comments are appreciated

Play Ball

I was wandering around the trails at the reservation one weekend afternoon,
as usual, when a guy who is not normally my type caught my eye. My first
thought was. "Retired military officer." There was just something very
official, very authoritative, very conservative about him, Not my usual
type, by God, what a bulge he had in his bike shorts. We made eye contact
seemed to connect and were soon on our way off into the woods.

We got back to a quiet, private place. I quickly unfastened my pants,
dropping them to my ankles, while he pulled his shorts down a bit, exposing
the important parts. Talk about beer cans. This guy's cock was not
especially long, maybe about 6-1/2", but so very thick.

He had a rubber cock ring around his cock and balls, pushing them up and
out. I grabbed his dick and squeezed it, immediately wanting it in my
mouth. I bent over toward it, but he pulled away, saying he was only into
the safest activities.

He stood in front of me and played with my cock and balls. Since he seemed
to be setting the pace, I decided to follow along and do what he did. He
started focusing on my balls, holding them, rolling them in the palm of his
hand, pulling them a bit. Then he stepped up a little closer, took his
thick cock in one hand, placed it under my balls and started jerking his
dick upward, slapping my balls with his cock. It hurt a bit, each time his
dick hit one of my balls, not a sharp, searing pain, but more of a dull,
throbbing ache. He kept it going, a little harder, a little harder. Since
we were playing follow the leader and he was definitely leading, I tried to
reciprocate. With the position we were in, I couldn't slap his balls with
my dick, so I took them in my hand and started squeezing them, first one,
then the other, then the two together. I was obviously doing something
right and he really seemed to be enjoying it.

He stepped to my side, and replaced slapping my balls with his dick with a
gentle flicking of his thumb up from under one ball then the other. It
still didn't hurt, but the throbbing ache continued, growing as the
flicking got stronger. And with the other hand, he'd occasionally slap one
of my buttocks. Since that was something that intrigued me and I was
interested in exploring further, I turned a little so that my ass was
facing him a bit more, hoping he'd get the hint.

He interpreted my move somewhat differently. He stepped behind me, reached
between my legs and grabbed my balls. He tugged on them, pulling them back
between my thighs, squeezing them a little as he pulled them. The force of
his pulling my balls behind me made me start to lean forward, to allow them
to be pulled further back. Soon I was bent over, my upper body parallel to
them ground, my balls back behind my butt, and the pulling on them forcing
my rock hard dick to be pointing straight down at the ground.

Then, with his other had, he grabbed my dick and started stroking it.
Pulling it up and down. I literally felt like he was milking me, firmly
pulling my dick aimed straight down, while pulling and squeezing my balls
even harder. The dull aching in my balls became less dull and slightly more
like pain, but there was no stopping at that point. He kept squeezing, he
kept pulling, he kept stroking, and I began to shoot my load, straight down
at the ground.

Unfortunately, straight down was not the ground, but my pants between my
ankles. And so my pants were full of my come, and as I pulled them back up,
they not only created a sticky mess in my crotch, but the wet spots leaking
through made it obvious to all I passed on the way back to my car what I
had done. But I didn't care. My balls still ached and I had had one of the
most intense orgasms of my life.