Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2009 21:57:37 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Sitting in the Park

Damn!!  I can't seem to get away from all that juicy cock!!!  It just keeps
falling into my hands and lap.

..and, if you really have seen me... the nearly 'senior citizen' that
weighs in at over 200 pounds (on a 5'10" frame) ....  You'd really start to
ask "WHY?"

But somehow, it just keeps coming (and cumming).

I've finally become convinced that there is a lot of "hungry cock" out
there .. whether it's married or not.  More and more guys seem to have
found that man-on-man sex is "where it's at".  No commitment.  No
entanglements.  No wake-up-in-the-morning and having to "explain"
anything!!  Just pure fun and enjoyment.

...and, now, if you got this far....  I have to wonder if you haven't
figured out what kind of web-site this is.  Well....if you haven't... it's
a site that presents stories about male-on- male sex.  ....and... if that's
not legal by your age or geo-political environment, then I suggest you go
find the "back" button and get out of here.  Other than that... sit back,
read, and enjoy!!!

And, if you are in the ballpark ....  Think about shoving a few dollars
toward the Nifty Archives.  You like to read them.  We like to write for
them.  Help us both out!!!


Sitting in the Park

Being early-retired and having not much else to do, I often find myself
sitting in one of the local parks just enjoying the serenity and sunshine.

I have my sun-roof open and am just relishing the smell of the fresh air -
and, of course the sounds of those playing on the nearby tennis and
basketball courts, plus those who are walking their dogs (or being pulled
around by them).

I look around and see all the activity, as I reach over to my passenger's
seat and pick up another printed-off copy of a story from "Nifty".  I place
it on the steering wheel in front of me, hit the sound-system button, and
my CD's start to play.  This one is #3 and Andrea Boccelli is singing "Con
te partiro".  Tears start to form as I remember how much my late wife loved
his voice, and how we were at his concert in Philly the year before she
died.

About that time an X-Terra pulled into the marked slot two over on my
right.

I could say I don't know why he caught my eye... but I do.  He was just so
fuckin' nice!

There he was.  In all his, most-probably, Italian glory.  I don't know how
to tell it all...  but he was sitting there ... his hair was quite well
receded from his forehead, and was also missing from the back ... there was
only a nicely dark 'crown' across the middle.

Now, I don't know about you, but I find baldness to be "hot"!!  maybe
that's from having learned a number of years back that it's typically a
product of "too much testosterone" and decided that meant it was, perhaps,
a damned hot and horny guy !!!

Well...whatever... there he sat.  and my horny-dog cock got very
interested!!

..but I chilled...

I picked up my cup of Wendy's chili (with onions and cheese) and started to
finish it off.

...And that's when I saw him pick up a matching cup and start to have his
'late lunch', I guessed.

He looked over toward me, and saw my chili cup...and then raised his in a
"salute de jour"...

I raised mine in return and then.... He smiled with all the brilliance of a
dentist's ad.

All of a sudden I just knew that I had been hooked.  If he wanted, he could
"reel me in" with not a second thought.

"Awwwww, fuck!" I thought.  "I just don't do that."  (well, maybe I do,
...but not that easily in most instances.)

We both continued to eat our chili, glancing once in while across to each
other.  By the end, I was digging into the crevices to try and find a small
bit to put into my mouth.

I'm not sure how deep he was digging, but he kept looking over.

I finally dropped my spoon into the cup and made a show of tossing it into
my garbage bag, picking up my soda and taking a long sip.

He again mirrored my action.

Then he took the "big step"....  He opened his door and stepped out and
began to walk very slowly and deliberately toward the men's room.

I couldn't resist the impulse -- and what I saw as an open invitation.  I
also got out of my car and headed toward the toilet block.

When I walked in, he turned and looked at me.  No expression.

Was I reading things correctly?  Or was I terribly off base?

There were several urinals in the row - without any shields.  He was at the
far right, so I went to the one on the far left.

Well, it really wasn't the "far left".  That one was a 'low-boy' for little
boys.  I was at the first of the man-level urinals, which placed me only
one space away from him.  When I looked over toward him, he was holding his
fat cock in his right hand and his left hand was in his pocket.  So I
hefted my cock into my left hand and put my right hand in my pocket.

That's when he lifted and slightly stroked his gorgeous, cut meat.

Well... c'mon... what would you do?  I lifted and stroked my own attribute.

"Hot!" he uttered.  "Come over here!" he said as he pointed to the urinal
next to him.

Knowing that this particular restroom had very little traffic, I moved
over.

As soon as I was next to him, he reached over and grabbed a handful of my
cock.

"Nice," he murmured.  "Take mine."

Not being one to say 'no'....  I reached over with my right hand and felt
that hefty manhood .  "Ohhhh, fuck!" I muttered.  I just couldn't resist
the impulse, I slowly began to stroke his meat..and moaned.  He looked over
and smiled, and moaned as well.

So there we were, side-by-side, stroking mutual handsful of cock - and
obviously sharing the enjoyment of the situation.

I don't know for sure what he was thinking or feeling, but I do know that I
was hotter than the brakes on a run-away train!!!

Pulling back he grunted, "Awwwww, fuck!!!!  In here!" as he moved over and
headed into the handicap stall.

At that point, I sure as hell wasn't going to argue.  That fucking gorgeous
guy wanted me to join him for whatever... for anything!!!!  My cock was
jumping.  My asshole was twitching and sucking air.

As soon as I was in there with him, he reached around me and locked the
door.  Then he pulled off his light jacket and put it on the upper corner
of the door, covering the slit, and showing that someone was in there.

The next thing I knew, he had unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open ..and
then unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers and let them slide down his
legs.

OMG!!!! The body went with all the rest!!!  A nice mat of dark hair on his
chest.  An even more delightful trail from his chest to his navel and then
down to a wonderfully bushy jungle of pubes.  ...and sticking out from
under them was that oh-so-tasty looking cock, standing out at a 45-degree
angle.

How could you resist?????  I saw, I wanted, I dropped down, and I sucked
!!!!

"Awwwww, fuckkkkkk !" he hollered.  (yes, he hollered!! No one else was
there!)

I kept looking up.  I saw the great body .. the great pecs...the great
nipples... and that oh- so-nice face.

I wanted to make him feel good.  I wanted to make him scream with delight.
I wanted to make him know that I was there, worshipping his cock and all of
him.  I put all my skills to work.  My right hand was circled around the
base of his wonderful cock, pulling it as my mouth was working it.  My left
was holding his balls and working it's way to place a tight ring around the
top of them as I started to pull them down.

When I pulled down and twisted, he moaned again.  I knew I was doing things
right.

Then he broke the un-worded semi-silence....  "NO!!!" he all but shouted.
"Get up and bend over.  I want your ass!!!!

Well..... who am I to argue....and ... remember that I was a Boy
Scout....as I pulled the bottle of Gun Oil out of my pocket.

"Here!" I said.. and "Fuck me!" I added.

There I was, turned around, leaning over the bowl and holding onto the
flush mechanism.. when I heard him slickening his cock with the lube.

Luckily I've been 'had' more than once before.. so I'm .. well not 'virgin
tight' -nor am I 'pussy loose' -- but at least I'm able to accommodate most
'average-sized' cocks.

...and that's when he pushed in behind me...found the hole he was looking
for...and shoved himself right in - up to the hilt!!!

Other than the fact that I really enjoyed the feeling of his hot rock-hard
cock inside me, I sort of had a "fuck you" attitude for the way he did it.
I much prefer a guy with a bit of finesse.

Of course, that 'bad' attitude didn't last long.  I felt him as he began to
deep dick me and I went into Nirvanah ...  oh... how I love the feeling of
a cock probing my hole and my insides -especially as I felt his mushroom
head ride back and forth over my crazy nut.

...and I gotta say... that guy knew how to fuck!!!!  (maybe he practiced on
a few fish- slits, but he also knew how to do it for another guy!!!)

"OOhhhhhh, mannnnnnn.... Yeahhhhhhhh" I nearly shouted.  "Ohhhhh, fuckkkk,
yeahhhh.... Ohhhhhh.....yeah......pound my ass, babe...  ohhhhhh yeahhhhh
fuck it ..  pound it .....  ohhhhhhhhhhh oohhhhhhhhh....  "

I told you he was good.  I don't think I've ever had a guy that put me to
that level of verbal acceptance and begging...

Grabbing my hips, he started to pound even harder.

I was beyond any rational thought at that point.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww.....  mannnnnnnnnnnnnn... I'm gonna get my nut...  I'mmm
gonnnnnnnna shoot a hot load up your assssssssss!"

"Awwwww, fucccckkkkk!!!!"

"Awwwwww, fucckkkk!!!"  he started to shout.  "Mannnnnnnnn.....  Oh.....
shitttttttttt!!!!  It's gonna cummmmmm.... It's gonna cummmm!!!  Awwwwwww,
fuck !!!!"  Ohhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkk......  Awwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!

"Do it babe!!!  Do it now!!!! .... Fill my ass with that hot guinea
juice!!!!  Fuck it...  Shoot it !!!!!" I shouted.  "Breed my ass with that
hot jizz!!!!  Shoot it up my guts!!!  Lemme feel it all !!!!!

"Awwwwww, fuckkkkkkkkkk!" he shouted one more time.

Then he dug his fingers into my hips as he forced his way another inch into
my ass and I felt his cock jerk and throb inside me ...  one, two, three,
... NINE times he shot!!!  As he bent over me and I felt his pubs driving
their way into my ass cheeks.

You're damned right I counted them!!!

As he finally quit shooting and was still (apparently) oozing more juice
into my guts, he just leaned over and put his hands onto my front, stroking
my nipples, Then he actually kissed the back of my neck.

"No," I said.  "Don't pull it out ... let it stay there until it falls
out."

" 'K, babe," he answered, and he kept it in there until shrinkage and
gravity won.

When I stood up and turned around ... I really wanted more.  But that's
never a good idea.

"You here often?" I asked.

"Never been here before," he answered.  "I live up by Montvale" (too many
miles north)

"I just came down to look at a house my sister wants to buy." He continued.

"Well...maybe she'll buy it ...and you'll come to visit.." I added, as we
walked out of the toilet area and back to our 'cars'.

Getting to mine first, I reached in and got a piece of paper and wrote my
cell number on it.  Giving it to him, I said, "and if you are in the
neighborhood, give me a call."

He took it and said, "you bet that sweet ass I will!"

Then he walked past, got into his X-Terra, and drove out of the park.

......

Damn!!!  I hope his sister buys that place and he can come (cum) again !!!!


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