Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2000 09:51:58 PST
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: A Walk In The Park

A WALK IN THE PARK

A true account
By Billy Jay Dee

	As he peed, Joe glanced around the wet woods nervously.  His head
kept turning till he met my gaze. He shook his dick, took a few steps
toward me and said, "Come suck on this thing."
	I was finally going to see the whole package. His brown cock began
to rise even before the first lick.  His balls had shrunken in the chill
air.  They were surrounded by sparse pubic hair which led to a hairy
belly. I threw my coat down near his feet in order to have a place to kneel
in the drenched moss.
	I slurped his every hardening dick into my waiting mouth and
slipped my hand up under his shirt to play with his nipples and keep my
hand warm.  His cock was rock hard now and he occasionally pushed my head
all the way down it.  My gag reflex kicked in each time, but I ignored it.
	A branch snapped behind me.  Joe jumped, pulling his stiff prick
out of my Mouth with a loud "Plop." He pulled his pants up and stared
frantically into the forest.  I rose calmly, and put my coat on.  I was
chilled.  I looked into the old growth.  As usual in Southeast Alaska, the
sky was overcast.  This gave a green hue to the light that made it thru the
centuries-old canopy.  In an ancient rain forest something is always
falling from above.  I saw nothing.  "Relax, city boy," I assured him,
patting him on the shoulder and rubbing his crotch.
   Joe pulled it out again as I unzipped and fished my own semi-hard dick
out.  I returned to sucking, but not on by knees.  The position and mossy
bog made love-making awkward for both of us.
   "Turn around and bend over," he ordered as he pulled a condom out of his
jacket pocket.
  I bent before him, hefting my shirt and coat up on the small of my back.
He leaned forward.  "A little higher," I suggested and repositioned my ass.
I braced my torso against my knees with my right arm and started pulling on
my dick with my left hand.  The tip of his brown shaft was wedged against
my bung hole.  I wanted to beg him to shove it in.  Then I grunted with
discomfort.
  "Okay," he said more as direction then question.
  "Spread my cheeks apart more," I urged him, feeling the thickness of his
cockhead just above my twitching asshole.
  With that his thumbs and stubby brown fingers began to knead my butt as
he gently rocked back and forth.  I knew this was his favorite position
because he told me earlier he wanted to pull and push my butt on his cock.
As my repeated grunts gave way to groans, he took deeper and deeper strokes
until he slipped all the way in.  My groan of delight was all it took to
send him rocketing my butt back and forth, rising on his toes with each
pull to get deeper in.  My knees shook with the exertion of holding our
position on the uneven, unstable ground.  My hand was a mess of pre cum.
Joe's breath was becoming labored.  In another second, I could feel him
dumping loads of lava in my butt.  His knees gave out, too, and he leaned
his bare brown butt against a black sitka spruce so we wouldn't fall over.
  Once Joe's dick slipped out of me, I pushed myself forward on shaky stiff
legs and started pulling up my pants.
  "No," he said, grabbing for my belt and jerking my pants back down. "I
want to see you cum."
  So, I started stroking my slimy precum-covered pecker again.
  "Grab my ass," I instructed once he'd buckled his pants.
  He pulled my ass into the crotch of his jeans and leaned over my shoulder
to watch me pound.  He leaned so heavily I had to hold us up against the
same tree to keep from falling into a nearby muskeg hole.  I gasped as my
creamy cum shot out on the rough black bark.
  I figured he'd drop me at the airport to wait for my plane.  Instead he
suggested dinner and took me to a place he knew I'd like.  He wanted to
talk about my life and my wife and my kids.  After a few beers we head to
the airport.  I thought about it a while and then mentioned I'd be passing
thru on my way home and would have a motel room the next time.
  "That would work." he crowed.
  As we pulled up to the curb at Alaska Airlines, I offered my hand and
thanks for a good time.  His eyes were wide, he leaned forward in his seat
and shook my hand vigorously.  I crawled out of his new car and I realized
with much satisfaction that Joe had made me cum and made me smile.