Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2010 12:04:38 +1300 From: Robert Hanlen <strayf.hanlen@gmail.com> Subject: Piss in the Park The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read filth like this. Robert 'StrayF' Hanlen strayf.hanlen@gmail.com What I love about night-time cruising at rest-stops and parks is that you never know what you're going to run in to. There's the nervous guys who blast a load the minute you wrap your lips around the end of dick then zips up and scurries off without a word. There are those who want to grope, hug, kiss but never do anything more. The guys who strip naked and bend over a log waiting for whatever to come along and fuck them. I like this pink-n-mix of guys so much that when I went apartment hunting, I found one within walking distance of the most active spot in the city. See, finding the right apartment is all about priorities ... I know all the regular visitors - the ones to avoid, the ones who are okay if nothing else turns up, the ones to head for straight away. I know those who suck cock, who get sucked, get fucked, or do the fucking - and all the other variables. Me? I'm as versatile as silly putty ... The other night I was heading home from a friend's going-away party. I don't drink much alcohol so I'd been chugging back low-alcohol beer and water all night and by the time I arrived at the park before reaching my place, I was dying for a piss so, instead of carrying on home, I ducked in to the park. Martin came up to me from his usual hiding place behind a conifer. He's one of the best cock-suckers you'll ever hope to meet but I'd already used him a coupla days ago and I like my variety. I said Hi to him and carried on. Kent was standing against a railing openly stroking his impressive meat. That thing can reach places up your ass that even a rectologist doesn't know about. But the thought of that thing slamming against my bursting bladder didn't excite me. Again I moved on. Then I saw someone I'd never seen here before. He was tall, slender (almost gangly) with a full beard. He wore an old plaid shirt and old jeans. And as he stepped on to the path in front of me he pinched my nipples through the fabric of my tee-shirt, leant down and whispered in my ear - "I'm in the mood to suck dick ... and I want yours ..." His voice was silky smooth, rich and deep - almost a purr. Between that and his work on my nips he could've talked me in to any damned thing! Except that just at that moment I had a more pressing issue... "Gimmee a second, man" I whispered, "I gotta piss first." "That's cool," he replied, grinning, his eyes sparkling in the darkness, "we can kill two birds with one stone ..." With that he slid to his knees, simultaneously unzipping my fly and hauling out my cock. As his warm lips and tongue wrapped around my semi-hard dick, I couldn't help myself and started pissing down his throat. With most piss drinkers I try to control my flow so that they can swallow it all but this time I just didn't have the energy to control it - it fuckin' gushed out! And he swallowed it all like a pro - didn't miss a drop! Once my flow dribbled to a stop he stood up and brought my head to his. We kissed. He still had a mouthful of my piss and we swapped it back and forth between us, all the while grinding our crotches between us. Eventually I discovered that the crotch of his jeans was getting rather damp. "Aaww, fuck..." I groaned. I slid to my knees and started sucking the piss through the denim of his filthy jeans, snuffling and snorting like the fucking pig that I am. Eventually I fished out his still-pissing dick and played the stream over my face, body, into my mouth. When his flow stopped he dropped down on to the path with me and started sucking piss out of my hair, shirt. I did the same to him until we were both rolling around sucking up all remnants of each other's piss. We ended up lying down with our arms wrapped around each other, sucking furiously on each other's tongues with a couple of streams of piss being played on our bodies from a couple of anonymous on-lookers. I like living near the park. ********************************************************* Copyright 2009 - Robert 'StrayF' Hanlen Strayf.hanlen@gmail.com All rights reserved Permission is NOT granted to publish this story in any medium without the author's prior consent.