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Reservoir Park

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Reservoir Park by KANThere was a park near my home (I have since moved) where the action wasincredible. Few people even knew it was there. There are no playgroundsor amenities ( other than a cinderblock washroom and water fountain). Inever saw children and rarely did I see women. The park was used mostlyby joggers and bikers. There are acres of woods and some small patchesof meadows with a narrow road winding through the park. About twiceweekly I would jog along the road for exercise and to check out theaction. This place was almost always quiet except for lunch time andafter work. Older guys would troll the park by driving slowly by you,then park their car, and try to pick you up. My nylon jogging shortsalways got attention because my cockhead could clearly be seen bobbingfrom side to side as I ran. I gave them a show, but not too much becauseI wanted them to think I was straight so they would leave me alone. Iliked going around 2pm when the park was quiet. Occasionally, I wouldpeel off my top and shorts and carry them in my hand as I ran nakeddown the road. I could always hear if a car came. Sometimes someonewould spot me naked if there was a clearing in the distance, but by thetime I ran by them, I would be dressed again so they could never tellfor sure what they thought they saw.One particularly hot july afternoon I was passed by a dude on a 12speed. He was HOT! Black brown longish hair with an incredibly tightbody that had slid into a pair of loose shorts and a tank top. He said"hey" and drove on quicky. About twenty minutes later he came by againon his circuit and smiled and we both grunted something about the hotweather. He was straight. About fifteen minutes later I was getting astitch and had to rest. I threw myself onto a picnic table and drenchedin the sun and clammy heat. Mr. 12 speed stopped his bike and threw ablanket on the ground and got out some school books to read. He wascloseby. He santered over and asked me if the park was quiet and I saidyes. He wondered if it would be OK to sun bathe without problems. Ilooked over and he had peeled down his loose shorts to reveal a nylonbikini suit that barely held in his basket. I said he should be OK. Iwent back to my sun worship and he rolled over and studied. I waswearing RayBan glasses so he couldn't see me watch him. I was laying onmy back with my head turned in his direction. The picnic table was flatand arched my crotch up in the air accentuating my penis outline. Also,I was soaking wet and my shorts were like Saran Wrap around my cock andballs. I watched him with growing lust. He was laying on his side facingme and reading with an arm propped up. The heat must have been affectinghim because sweat was worming down his smooth stomach and his suit wassoaked. I could clearly see his penis outline through the material. Hiscockhead was near the waistband and the shaft was arched. I could evenmake out his balls. My dick started to twitch and itch so I reached downand freed my cock from its prison. (This was outside his line of visionbecause I was above and away from him). I peeked at my piss slit and apearl of clear precum had magnified the opening and hung in mid air. Itbegan to slowly drop and got thinner and thinner until it touched thepicnic table top. I twitched and a river of precum followed the first.Looking back at the biker, I saw that he had put the book aside and waslaying flat on his back.The arch of his cock was so pronounced that thefabric of the suit had left his skin and you could see wisps of pubichair. He had a hardon. With my heart slamming against my chest, I tuckedmyself back in and spun off the table and walked over to him. As I gotcloser I could see the size of his member was truly exceptional. I bentdown on one knee and began some small talk. He shielded his eyes fromthe sun with his arm and we talked.Straight talk. Now, I know that if itis really hot my balls fall real low. I also knew that my position wouldallow my ball sack to peek below my nylon shorts. I let it happen. Icould follow his line of vision and knew that he had spotted my exposedballs. He sat up aburptly and the wonderful sight of his magnificantcock was gone. It turns out that he was in town for the day visitingfriends and studying.The show was over, so I left to continue my jog. I was now very sensitive and the nylon brushing against my semi-hardonmade me want to cum. But there was no one around. It looked like a solohand job. As I neared the washroom building to get a drink of water, Ispotted his bike. I took my drink and tensely entered the washroom. Itlooked empty. I was about to leave when i heard a slapping sound. Thedoor to the single stall was closed (but doesn't lock). I decided to berisky. Pretending that I didn't know it was occupied, I opened the doorbriskly. Staring at me with black bambi eyes was this gorgeous guymilking the largest cock I had ever seen. He was almost over the topready to shoot.He sort of whimpered and looked like he wanted company. Ipeeled down my shorts and my cock instantly turned to stone. Without aword, staring at me, he shot a load into the air. Then another spurt,then another. His fist stopped pumping and the cream oozed out like asputtering volcano. My cum flew out my piss hole and landed on theconrete floor with a splat. Wordlessly we cleaned up and my wobbly legscontinued the jog. I never saw him again. KAN