To get to the nearest mailbox, I had to go through a small park. It was just a community park used by most of the young mothers to walk their children and let them play in the playground. I had been through the park many times before and had seen others using it often. This day, I noticed a young man shooting hoops all alone on the concrete court. I didn’t pay too much attention to him but when I came back after mailing my letters, he was still there.
It was a warm day in early spring and it felt good to be out in the sun for a change. I decided to sit and maybe soak up some of the rays, so I sat down on the picnic table and leaned back, closing my eyes, lifting my face towards the sun. I don’t know how long I sat there before I heard footsteps in the grass beside me. I opened my eyes and there was the young man who had been playing ball standing looking at me.
“Hi,” I said after I got used to the glare of the sun.
“Hey,” he answered. “Getting some sun?”
“Yes, it feels so good after a long winter. I thought I’d just sit here and soak up some rays for a while.”
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, indicating that he would like to sit down beside me.
“Sure, I don’t mind.”
He sat down right beside me, his thigh almost touching mine.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Stanley,” he answered, “but most people just call me Stan.”
“Hey Stan, I’m RC,” I said, turning towards him a little. “You play ball here often?”
“Just when I can,” he said. “I come mostly on Fridays because I get out of school early and I don’t like sitting around the house that much.”
“What grade are you in?” I asked.
“Just finishing my first year of university.”
“Oh, and what are you taking?”
“Physical Therapy,” he said, moving his leg until it touched mine. “I love the human body and I wanted to get into training rooms where I can help athletes.”
“That’s great,” I said, noticing that his leg was pushing against mine more and more.
As we talked, he rested his hand lightly on my knee at first then started to slowly move it up my leg. I let him, not knowing what I would say anyway. Soon his hand was right next to my crotch. He gently rubbed his hand across me and my semi-erect cock hardened even more. He noticed it as his hand moved across me again and he smiled at me.
I quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching us and I noticed one woman staring straight at us.
“That woman over there is watching us, Stan,” I said thinking he would take his hand away.
He looked around at her and then back at me, his hand still rubbing gently across my now straining cock.
“It’s ok. That is only the lady that lives with us. She has the bottom floor of our place.”
He was getting bolder as he squeezed my cock through my pants.
“Stan, I don’t think this is a good idea, especially out here in the open,” I said, moving his hand away from my erection.
He looked around again and then back at me.
“If you’re interested, I know where it is more private. It’s not very far from here. Want to come with me?”
How could I refuse? Here was a young, good looking man asking me if I wanted to follow him somewhere so he could play with my cock. My head took over and of course, I said yes.
We walked down into a wooded area and had to go single file through the outer brush. As I followed him, I watched his ass move and I could see how firm it was and my mind started to think about fucking it. After a few minutes, he stopped.
“Here we are. This is private and few people know about it,” he said as he put the ball in his hands down and turned around to face me.
I looked around and it was pretty densely covered.
“Are you sure not many people know about this place?” I asked.
“Yes, just a few of my friends know about it, that’s all,” he said, moving closer to me and reaching out to grab my still straining cock.
I stood still and let him rub my erection, not saying a word but staring into my face, watching me. After a few minutes, he stepped back and reached down to his zipper, slowly pulling it down.
“I want you to see my cock,” he said as he reached into his pants and fished around to pull himself out into the open. “I want you to see my cock and then I want to feel your hot mouth around it.”
I watched him for a second then said, “Why don’t you just take your shorts off?”
He looked at me and smiled. He had on one of those types of shorts that reached his knees, like most of the kids these days wore. He pulled them down to reveal a hard, straining cock. He groaned softly when it came out of his shorts into the warm air and I moved closer to him, reaching out and grabbing hold of him. He groaned at my touch.
“Oh yes, that feels good,” he said. “Your hand is so warm and it is making me so hard.”
We stood there for a few minutes as I massaged him, our breath starting to quicken in excitement.
“Please, put me in your mouth,” he finally pleaded. “I want your hot mouth around my cock.”
I looked down at his cock in my hand and leaned over, pulling it to my open mouth. He groaned when I flicked my tongue across his slit, wiping the precum from between the skin. I ran my tongue around his head and under the crown before starting to lick down his shaft. He held onto my head as I licked up to his head again, then took all of him into my mouth, sucking on it noisily.
“Oh yeah, man. That feels so good,” he panted as I sucked him a little harder.
“Make me come in your mouth,” he said, holding my head a little tighter against himself. “I want to feel my come spurting into your mouth.”
All this talk of his was making me want it more and more. I was horny to begin with but hearing him pleading with me to make him come, was having an exciting effect on me. I continued sucking him and reached under his shaft to caress his balls while I sucked him. He groaned again, only this time, it was louder than before. I quickly stood up and looked at him.
“Don’t make so much noise,” I said looking around to see if anyone was there.
