Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2005 03:40:52 +0100 (BST) From: Dan Perducci Subject: Walk in the Park "Welcome to Sandy Point State Park," said Ranger Prentiss, "I am happy to show you one of the most pristine parts of our region." Ranger Prentiss' khaki uniform was impeccably clean and pressed. His white teeth made him a model that would have been perfect for a brochure. And, actually, he was. It never failed. A glimmer of recognition flashed across the eyes of visitors when they glanced from their glossy pamphlets and recognized their man. "Our vantage point of the bay will be tremendous as we take this path," he announced to his `star struck' followers. "Where are you all from?" he quizzed. "I'm from Towson." "Glen Burnie." "We're from Baltimore." "Marydel near the state line." "I'm from Annapolis. This is our first time here." The ranger told the group that he grew up in Wilmington and went to school in Newark, Delaware. He explained that he was drawn to the Chesapeake as a boy and found no greater joy than exploring the orange sands of Sandy Point. Ranger Prentiss took his group through the tour. It proved to be uneventful but for the silent disappearance of two participants from Baltimore. The boys were best friends. Alex and Chris rode there with Alex's parents. They were both of the `worldly' age of thirteen and they found the guided tour to be beneath them. "Dad won't care that we're gone," said Alex, "We're still at the state park. We'll meet up with them and it'll be no big deal." Chris nodded and they went their way; they stood back while the group progressed down the trail. "Let's go see the Bay Bridge..." Ranger Prentiss' voice trailed off as he led the tourists way. Pausing for a moment, Alex's mother asked her husband why they were now just a twosome in their group. "Dear, do you think we should get the boys?" "Betsy," he replied, "I think they're big enough to explore on their own. Don't worry, there's only one way out of here -- that's our car!" Reassured, Betsy reached into her purse for a mint. Meanwhile, in the thick of the scrub, the two boys scoped out what trees were worth climbing. Seeing none, they each found large sticks and mimicked the hikers of the wild. "Did you see that eagle fly by?" asked Chris. "No. I saw an oriole, though." The two boys did not see much wildlife in suburban Baltimore. They were not too deprived, though, since they always took excursions to the more natural regions of the state. "I'm getting bit up like a motherfucker!" announced Alex. "This sucks, man. If we wear long pants like we're supposed to, we're gonna sweat to death. These shorts are making us little blood factories for the mosquitoes!" "Let's sit down here," said Chris, "We can put on some repellant." Chris reached into his pocket for some repellant. He wasn't sure if he was going to need it or not but he was glad that he remembered it now. Chris' legs were milky pale from the long winter and did not see much daylight until the advent of summer the week before. He rubbed his own legs generously with the repellant. "My turn!" giddily said Alex. "Alright, do you want me to put it on for you?" Chris asked. "I can do it myself, mom," responded Alex. He had an olive complexion that started to look slightly dewy from the application of the spray. His abundant leg hair looked like morning grass with the drops of spray clinging to them. Chris was itching for an excuse to touch his friend and soon found the chance -- albeit surreptitiously. "You missed a spot," Chris said somewhat lecherously. Alex was annoyed and perplexed by his friend's sudden attention to his skills at keeping bugs away. Without missing a beat, Chris took the spray can and tagged his friend's thighs where the shorts ended and insect exposure began. It could have stopped there but Chris took his free hand and started rubbing his friend's legs. At first tense, Alex started to have mixed feelings. His inner thighs were stimulated by something not felt before. "Stop," Alex said. Chris acted like he did not hear a thing. He breathily leaned forward and pressed forward and beneath Alex's shorts leg. "Why should I?" Chris asked, "I like you a lot." "We can't do this!" Alex tersely said, anticipating the group to walk up on them at any time. Chris still did not relent. He liked what he was feeling and tried to slide his fingers into the dark nether regions of Alex's briefs. Alex put his hand on Chris' wrist. He tried to halt this perverted advance but his penis was saying something entirely different. Although his wrist was seized, Chris's fingertips roamed into the inner sanctum of the briefs and felt the hard flesh of an erection. Alex let go of Chris' wrist. He knew that his dick was twitching from the awkward seduction. "For someone who wants to stop, you sure want something," Chris said with a nervous leer. "I like you, too" Alex said, "We've got to make this quick." "Don't worry," Chris said, "I'll keep an ear open for their voices. You don't have to be afraid. They'll be gone for a good half hour at least." "OK," Alex relented, "But I keep my shorts on." Chris didn't seem to mind this because he wrapped his hand around Alex's cock with no problem. He started to rub the hard cock until it strained at the tent in Alex's lap. Alex lipped his lips with approval. This was an apparent invitation for a messy kiss between the two. Chris' tongue initiated the bussing. Alex closed his eyes, forgetting his paranoia for the moment. Chris also seemed to lose his awareness of the situation. They were so completely lost in the moment where heavy petting ensued. Alex ran his hand up the inside of Chris' shirt. He rubbed his friend's chest and back and removed the hand to play with his hair. In seconds, Alex clambered up onto Chris' lap and his butt brushed up against his pal's hard cock. The log on which they were sitting rolled back some and startled them some -- Chris' hand remained inside Alex's pants because something was about to happen. This was the point of no return. Alex bucked around a bit and felt a wetness consume his underpants. It was cool and sticky. Chris removed his hand from Alex's shorts and wiped the come onto his socks. Alex made a snap judgment that would seem suspicious to any passers by. He took off his shorts and peeled off his come-filled briefs to discard behind a tree. What a discovery for some unwitting stranger! Chris enjoyed this show for he now got to see what he was playing with. He grinned with pleasure at the dark pubes that were short and sparse like his own. Oddly, they made no comment about their encounter and took back to the trail for a few more yards until their eventual rendezvous with their tour group. "See Betsy, we can trust the kids to do the right thing," said Alex's father. "You're right," she answered, "They probably even did more than us. You know how adventurous boys can be."