Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 19:50:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Prowler9_46 <prowler9_46@yahoo.com>
Subject: Saturday Morning with an Angel

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SATURDAY MORNING WITH AN ANGEL

Another wet week here in the northwest. The local weather girl said it
could clear for the weekend, I kept my fingers crossed.   I woke up
Saturday to find one of those rare mornings where the air was clean,
clear and everything sparkled.  I had my coffee and a smoke outside and
marveled at the day. It was like the whole world was filmed in high
definition, all the edges so crisp and sharp,  you could almost cut
yourself on them.

I had a couple of hours to myself this morning so I showered then pulled
on some jeans, threw on a t-shirt and grabbed a jacket.  I changed my
mind on the jacket and took a flannel shirt to wear as a jacket instead.
I went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee into one of my thermal
travel mugs and headed out.  I drove the couple of miles to my favorite
park.  It was a good sized park, maybe 40 or 50 acres, and was left
pretty much natural.  There was a parking lot and a restroom, the rest of
the park was just meandering trails through the fir trees, cedars, ferns
and scrubby brush.

I pulled my truck into the lot.  Only two other cars were there, a newer
dark blue beetle and a Volvo with a young Asian woman busy unpacking a
toddler from the back seat.  The only other person here so far was a kid
down at the far end of the lot on his skateboard.  The only sound was the
scraping sound as he jumped his board up and down the curbs, and the
clacking sound when the wheels hit the pavement.  I grabbed my coffee and
headed down the main path.  I turned to see my truck wink it's lights at
me letting me know it was locked and it's alarm set.

I wandered down the trail to the first fork and headed left, after a time
the trail split again and I headed right onto the narrower path.  The
trail curved this way and that way then opened into a path maybe 8 feet
wide.  There was an old well worn bench on the right side of the small
narrow clearing.  Maybe 12 feet further was another bench on the left
hand side of the path.  The trail then narrow back to about 3 feet wide
and continued a bit before forking off in two directions.  This was my
favorite spot in the park.  I took a seat at the further bench on the
left.  The sun was hitting the bench on this side of the small clearing.
I kicked back and enjoyed my coffee and listened to the birds in the
trees and just enjoyed the smell of fresh, rain washed foliage and the
chattering of birds in the trees.  It was very relaxing.

I was there maybe 15 or 20 minutes when I heard footsteps, I turned to
see a kid coming down the pathway. (You'll have to forgive me here, at
nearly 50 years old,  I call anybody under about 35 a kid).  He was
dressed in a dark gray, zip front, hooded sweatshirt about 4 sizes too
big for him and a pair of baggy legged, faded orange shorts which came
down well past his knees.  You couldn't see his face with the hood up
over his head.  He wandered past me down the trail and turned to the left
and disappeared.  I took another sip of my coffee.  The kid reappeared,
coming back up the path towards me.  He passed by me and then kind of
flopped himself into the bench across from mine.  He sat there, legs
spread wide, his long arms across the back of the bench.  I took another
sip of coffee and set my cup down beside me.  I reached in the breast
pocket of my shirt and took out my cigarettes and lighter.  I lit one up
and put them away.

The kid looked up and then got up and walked over to me, "Can I buy one
of those from you?", he asked, digging in his pockets fishing for some
change. He pulled his hand out and looked in the palm of his hand..."I'll
give you 35 cents", he said.

"How old are you?" I asked

"Twenty two,  why?" he asked

"Because I don't give out smokes to minors, I rarely give out
cigarettes at all." I told him.
"But, what the hell",  I said, I reached in my pocket and removed them
and offered him one.
He went to hand me the coins and told him not to worry about it.  He took
the cigarette and held it then asked for a light.  I handed him my
lighter and he lit it up.  He grabbed the zipper pull on his sweatshirt
and pulled it down a few inches and pulled his hood back.  I was stunned
to see one of the most attractive men I'd ever laid eyes on.  He had the
most angelic face, fair, beautiful features, blond hair cut short on the
sides and back and just kind of spiky and a bit longer on the top, and
then their were his eyes.  He had these big, incredible, startling, pale
blue/gray eyes surrounded by long, dark lashes.  He was simply beautiful.

He sat down at the other end of my bench.  With this angel of a man only
a few feet away, I was starting to feel hard.  I'm not generally
attracted to guys so much younger than myself but this man...I just don't
know how to explain it.   I was trying not to stare at him and it was
tough.  He turned my way and asked if I came there often.

"Just every now and then", I said  "This is one of the few park around
that is still pretty much natural, most of them have mowed and edged
lawns and flowers planted in little rows.  I prefer this more natural
setting myself."

His deep, melodic voice said "Yeah, I can understand that.  I'm from
Phoenix and we don't have parks with trees, well nothing like this...it's
really pretty."  He explained how he had come to the northwest to go to
the University here.  He moved into an apartment a few blocks away and
found this park one day while skateboarding around the neighborhood.  He
was a talkative young man, he told me about his new part time job, his
neighbors, his girlfriend back in Phoenix and just anything that seemed
to pop into his beautiful head.  I got the impression that he was lonely,
had few friends here and was just enjoying talking to someone...anyone.
I lit another cigarette and offered him one, he pushed the sleeves of his
sweatshirt up a bit and took one with his long, slender fingers.  He then
took my lighter and lit up and handed it back to me.  I took the last sip
of my coffee...empty...and set it down on the bench and stood up.

"Gotta pee...too much coffee" I said and headed down the trail and turned
to the left.  I ducked off the path a bit and hung it out, finished my
business, and zipped up. I headed back to the bench.

He was still there.  I sat down again as he ground the cigarette butt
into the dirt with his frayed canvas shoe.  He turned to me and said "I
heard that there are guys who come out here looking to suck dick."

I was kind of surprised at this turn of events.  "Yeah, there are
some..."  I said.  "But, don't worry, just tell them no and they'll
usually leave you alone."

He looked straight at me and asked "Are you one of those guys?"

I nearly laughed but answered "If the occasion presents itself,
possibly.  Why are you looking to get your cock sucked?"

He looked down to the dirt and quietly said "I dunno, been thinking about
it."

"Why have you been thinking about it?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm not really sure, it's just that I miss my girlfriend, I miss the
sex and thought maybe I'd give it a try, seeing as how they want to suck
and all...My girlfriend didn't really like to do it but it sure feels
good." He paused then stated "And I hear that guys do a better job."

I did laugh at that one.  "Yeah, that's what they tell me too."

"Who?" he questioned.
"Men I've sucked...they say it's better than a woman can do."

"Oh..."  He sat there for some time.  Then in a trembling voice asked if
he could bum another cigarette.  I obliged, and lit one for myself too.
Neither of us said a word till we had finished the butts and snuffed them
out.

"So, you wanna suck my dick?" he asked.

"If you would like...sure" I said, grinning on the inside.

He sat there awhile, then asked "OK...now what?",  now set in his
decision.

"Well, I don't have any place I can take you but there are a few secluded
and very private spots here in the park if you want to do that?" I
offered.

"Cool, I thought you might want to take me home and that might creep me
out....I'll follow you" he said.

I got up from the bench and walked down the path and turned to the left,
he was right there at my elbow.  If I'd have stopped he'd have run into
me.  I followed the trail then turned down the next fork to the right,
then left at the next walked a few yards till we came to 3 large fir
trees at the edge of the path.  I turned sideways and slipped between
two of them, a hidden path continued through the ferns and grass.  The
narrow but well worn trail meandered back and forth through the trees and
brush then opened onto a small clearing about 9 feet wide or so.  This
was where the trail ended.  He looked around, the vegetation was nearly
solid surrounding the spot.  No one could see anything unless you
followed the path to this point.
He nodded, "This is pretty cool."

"Yep"  I answered.

He looked around then at me and asked  "Now what?"

"Just relax". I said as I turned to face him.  Standing this close I had
no idea he was as tall as he was, about 6' -2" to my 6'.  I hadn't
noticed with the baggy clothes and the long shorts, and the fact that one
of us had always been seated.  I took a step towards him and his eyes
grew big.

"I'm not going to hurt you, are you sure you're OK with this?" I asked.
He nodded yes.  I could see his small Adam's apple bob up and down as he
swallowed or gulped.  He was standing there, so young, so beautiful, so
incredibly sexy and also scared and unsure of what was to come.  I could
have just unzipped his shorts, dropped to my knees and sucked him for old
glory but I was in the mood for more than that.  I wanted him to enjoy
the experience (I hoped).

I reached out slowly and took the zipper pull of sweatshirt in my fingers
and slowly unzipped his shirt.  I reached up to his chest and with both
hands pulled the baggy, over sized shirt open, back and off his
shoulders.  I nearly gasped at the site before me.  He was incredible.
He had an amazing torso, suntanned, smooth, flawless skin, well
formed pecs and the most adorable nipples.  They were tiny, maybe the
size of a dime, a slightly darker tan color and set near the edge of his
pecs.  In the center of each was a tiny little bump maybe the size of a
BB.  I couldn't wait to taste them.  His smooth skin flowed down to his
navel, a small, slightly 'inny', and then down to his narrow waist and
into his shorts.  I brushed the back of my fingers over his chest as he
wrestled to free himself of the sleeves behind his back.  He suddenly
held the sweatshirt in one hand at his side.  He was glorious, broad
shouldered, hairless, tan and smooth.  He went to hang his shirt on the
end of the branch of a small tree when he caught his arm on a blackberry
vine.  The vine snagged his skin, I reached to help but he just yanked
himself free.

"Shit" he exclaimed, and looked at his arm.  Three small scratches
appeared, white, then turning pink, then red as small minute blood drops
oozed from the scratches.  He looked at his arm, then ran his hand over
the scratch smearing the dab of blood into a pale pink crescent shape.
It was blasphemy, how could Mother Nature dare to mar the surface of such
a beautiful animal.

My fingers slid easily over the smooth skin of his chest.  I place the
palms of hands on his pecs and brushed my thumbs lightly over his
nipples.  His eyes closed slightly, his head leaned back.  I could see
the vein in his long slender neck pulse quickly.  I continued rubbing his
tiny nipples, feeling them harden at my touch.  I looked down to see a
small tent forming in his baggy shorts.  I leaned forward and licked his
right nipple with the tip of my tongue.  I licked all around it then
closed my lips on it, sucking gently.  I heard him gulp and his breath
was quick.  I then licked and sucked his other nipple in the same way as
I slid my hands around his long, lean back, pulling him to me as I sucked
and nursed at his boyish nips.

"Oh yeah" he whispered "Holy fuck".  Then he gave a long sigh, like air
from a leaking tire.
I licked a bit lower and then slid my tongue down over his belly, licking
and kissing all the way.  The sun was now overhead and the light caught
the finest hint of pale golden hair from his delicate navel down to the
waistband of his shorts.  I licked at the waistband then stood back up.
His startling pale eyes opened as I leaned into him and ran my tongue up
and down the side of his long neck, stopping to kiss his smooth tanned
skin now and then.

"Are you doing OK?" I asked.

"Oooooh yeah, I sure as hell am"  It feels great, he said.  I went back
to sucking his nipples a bit more, flicking them with the tip of my
tongue.  I felt his hand on my back, lightly.  The first touch I'd had
from him.  I worked his nipples awhile then to the side of his chest near
his arm pit, I took his arm and raised it a bit, he gave no resistance.
His arm pits were sleek and smooth, just a small pale tuft of pale blond
hair.  I ran my thick, warm tongue over his arm pit.  He moaned softly as
I tasted his faint sweat and slight saltiness.  I was hooked, I plowed in
deep and slathered his pit with my tongue.  I felt his hand in my hair,
pulling my face into his arm pit.  I licked across his chest and then saw
him raise his other arm and place his hand behind his head in
anticipation of my next move.  I welcomed the opportunity and licked and
sucked at his other underarm with zeal.  I turned him around and licked
the back of his neck and his broad shoulders as my hands ran over his
chest and belly.  I pulled him gently towards me, my chest pressed to his
muscular back.  I slid one hand lower and over his shorts finding a stiff
cock beneath the heavy fabric.  I could feel the definite ridge of his
cock head...he was cut.  I slid the palm of my my hand up and down his
shaft.  His head tilted way back, we were cheek to cheek.  I could feel
his breath and his pulse.  I kissed the side of his neck and licked it up
and down all the while softly stroking my hand over his cock.  My hands
moved to his waist and untied the top of his shorts.  I gave his shorts a
good tug and they fell to the ground around his ankles. I walked around
to face him.  I placed one hand on his shoulder and ran my other hand
slowly, lightly across his chest and down his belly.  I stopped when I
reached the waistband of his silky boxers.  Looking down I could see how
hard he was.  His boxers in no way could hide his youthful boner.  His
cock stood straight out under the soft fabric.  I knelt before this
beautiful boy and slid my hands around his back and down into his
boxers.  My fingers met with the soft firm skin of his ass.  My
hands cupped his cheeks and I felt the firm, smooth, roundness of his
sweet ass.  I eased his boxers down in the back then slid my hands around
to the front, still beneath the fabric.  I pulled the waistband of his
boxers away from his body as I lowered his underwear down past his hard
cock,  his boxers dropped to the ground and nestled on top of his
shorts.  There he was, naked, beautiful, amazing.  His groin was pale
compared with the rest of his tanned skin.  He had a beautiful cock.
Long, lean, straight, smooth, surrounded by a small patch of soft blond
hair.  His cock head was perfect in size and shape, the shaft,
immaculate.  His cock had no curve, bumps, visible veins and anything to
distract from it's sheer beauty.  Below his cock were a set of beautiful
balls, average size and they were held near to his body.  The sack
containing them was smooth and hairless.  He was beautiful.

There I was, kneeling before this young god and I watched as his lovely
young cock bobbed slightly up and down with his pulse.  I ran my fingers
gently over his soft, smooth balls.  I held them in my fingers as if
weighing them and leaned in to take his cock head between my lips.  He
moaned, a bit too loud, as his cock slid over my tongue to the back of my
mouth.  I ran my tongue up and down the smooth shaft.  His cock was maybe
7 inches long, not too big around, just a nice size for sucking.  I slid
my mouth up his shaft till I had taken him all.  He gasped as the head of
his cock reached my throat.  I felt his hand grip my shoulder.  I worked
my way back off his shaft then started sliding my mouth up and down the
full length of him.  I started long, slow, deep lunges, taking him down
to the root then back off completely, then back down.  He got into a
rhythm and I followed his thrusts.  He was really leaning into me as he
shoved his sweet cock in deep, then holding it there, then repeating,
over and over.  He started slowly fucking my face, in and out, nice and
deep.  I looked up to see how he was enjoying it (like I couldn't tell).
His face was tilted back, his eyes closed, his long eye lashes fluttering
gently.  His hands went to the sides of my head, holding my face as he
fucked my mouth and throat.  I reached up and ran my hands over his belly
and chest then massaged his tender nipples and squeezed them gently.  He
must have liked it as the thrusts became faster.  I brought one hand back
down to massage his nuts.  I heard him whisper but couldn't make it out.

"Lick my balls!" he begged.  He pulled from my mouth and I raised his
cock and pressed it to his belly, exposing his sweet nuts, so round, so
firm, so smooth.  I ran my tongue over them, licking, lapping at them
then took them both in my warm, wet mouth and massaged them.
"Oh...oh....oh..." was all I heard from him.

He was running his fingers through my hair and stroking my cheek as I
slurped on his balls.  I then felt him pull away and his balls
were replaced by his hard and still damp cock.  He held my face tenderly
as he thrust his dick in and out of my mouth and throat. I felt his cock
swell a bit and it seemed even longer than before.  His breathing was
deeper now and more ragged.  I cupped his balls and felt them tense up a
bit.  They were getting really tight now and I heard him moan..."I'm
gonna cum!"

He started to pull from my mouth, I put my hands on his smooth tight ass
and pulled him deep into me.  He gripped the sides of my head and rammed
his cock in deep and held it there.  I could feel his hot, hard shaft
pulsing.  He grunted softly as the first gush of thick, sweet cum hit the
back of my throat.  Then another and another, gush after gush of hot, man
juice filled my throat.  I swallowed greedily.  Then I pulled back
slightly so the remaining cum would be on my tongue.  His convulsions
slowly subsided as he emptied his balls into my hungry mouth.  I held him
in my mouth for what seemed hours.  His cock was soft and spent when he
finally removed it from my lips.  I kissed the tip of his cock and lapped
up the last final drop oozing from his piss slit.  I touched his leg and
felt it trembling.

I stood back up, knees cracking and stiff.  His face even more beautiful
now.  He looked so relaxed and at peace.  I was kind of startled when he
put his arms around me and hugged me tight and just held on to me.  It
was odd, here I was standing there fully clothed and him naked, his
clothes in a puddle around his shoes.  He released his hold and we
separated.

"That was great!" he said.  "No, that was fucking amazing!!!"  he
corrected.
He started pulling up his boxers.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, then explained that he
didn't think he wanted to to suck dick or anything like that.

"Tell you what..." I said  " Would you be willing to just stay with me
while I get myself off?"

"Yeah, I think can handle that"  he said...then he laughed a bit at what
he'd just said.
 I undid my belt, unbuttoned, unzipped and lowered my jeans.  I took my
cock in my hand and started stroking as this handsome dude watched.  I
knew it wouldn't take me long.  I unbuttoned my flannel shirt and pulled
it off me.  I also hung it on a nearby branch.  I slid my hand up under
my t-shirt to squeeze and tease my nipple.  I was shocked when he grabbed
my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head and off of me.  His hand reached
out tentatively and started tweaking my nips with his fingers.  This
really got me going.  I was stroking pretty fast  when I felt his fingers
touch my big balls....it sent shock waves through my entire body.  He
continued to play with and knead my big, full balls.  I was close now.  I
took a few more strokes then gripped myself hard, turning away from him I
let fly.  Great arcs of cum flew high, catching on some of the leaves of
the foliage.  I continued stroking for a time till the last drop oozed
from me.

"Damn!"  he said   "I've never seen anybody shoot like that...Awesome
dude!"

I just smiled.  I tucked myself back together as he redressed himself.
We walked out of our hideaway together.

He stopped on the trail and turned to me and said " Thanks...thanks a
lot!"

"It was my pleasure, I just hope you enjoyed it"

"Ooooh yeah!!" he answered.  We then split at the main trail, I watched
him wander off, he turned once and smiled and we were never to see one
another again.

Prowler9
2005