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Cockfight by SteveOh maybe 3-years ago, I had just discovered the parks as a prime place to meet other guys who were looking for an anonymous sexual encounter. I had come across this insight fairly innocently. I was walking home one evening with a very short/tight pair of cutoffs on when I decided to take the longer of the two ways home, through the park. I had previously heard about the parks perhaps offering fairly secluded areas for possible rendezvous. I was just then walking through a fairly dense section of trees and for some reason decided to slowly unbutton the top of my shorts (I never wear any underwear unless its for a specific reason) and to pull my shirt all the way open as I continued through the section. The idea of being fairly exposed really had me excited and I could feel my cock twitch several times as I walked. As I was nearing the end of this section, a little disappointed at no contact, heading toward a more open/public section, I started to causally button-up. As I did this I heard a low, but sustained, whistle of what I took for admiration. As I proceeded a few more feet, I again heard the whistle…not a loud whistle, but one that was clearly audible. I continued to walk and tuck things in, soon leaving the park. As soon as I got home I slowly stripped in front of my full-length mirror, got my gay/masturbation magazines, put in a video of two guys masturbating in front of each other, and settled in for a long session of masturbation. All the time I was playing with myself, I was also thinking that I'd like to do something outside with another guy. I didn't really know what, but I knew I wanted to be nude with another guy in the park. My unfocused eroticism soon became intensely focused as I turned to the next chapter of an un-yet finished magazine.This chapter described two guys (I still don't know how I had missed this section prior to this) who had challenged each other to what was, then, a new term for me: a "cockfight." A cockfight, as I soon learned, was a contest of sorts where the object was to make the other guy squirt first. Yes, the first one to cum lost. And, in the unlikely event of a simultaneous squirting, the one who came the most lost. The rules for this contest (in this article) were simple. Two guys would strip and using only hands and lube would start to give each other the best hand job they could. The two positions most often used were described as 1) sitting with legs intertwined and dicks as close to each other as possible and 2) kneeling in front of each other as close as possible. Well, it didn't take much reading before I had to swing my legs over the headboard, aim my dick squarely at my open mouth, and slowly stroke my very hard cock until it splashed a huge shot of cum directly in my mouth and several additional ones all over my face and hair. I determined then that I'd try and have my own cockfight as soon as possible.It took little time for me to put my desires into action. The next Friday night, it was clear and about 75-80, perfect cockfighting weather, I said to myself. I initially prepared for the evening by shaving my entire pubic area, even down and completely around my asshole. I then showered and put on my favorite cockring (this was acceptable from what I had read as long as both guys had one, I was hoping).During this time, I was slowly but surely drinking several stiff 100-proof vodka & juices while surfing some gay/masturbation sites. As the clock passed midnight, I stopped surfing and began to finish "dressing for success". I made sure to put on a tight jock strap (I do wear them at times, like this), packed my bulge just right, and slipped on a tight pair of cutoff jean shorts. Again, I chose a button-down shirt (to allow for several levels of openness). I buttoned my shorts, zipped up, put on a pair of running shoes, a little blush, and lipstick (just to feel extra naughty…as if I needed it at this point). I checked myself as I was ready to leave…hmmm, nice bulge and killer butt. I remembered to grab my small tube of Vaseline, making sure there was enough for both of us, just in case the other guy didn't have any (I wanted to be sure that we both could play). As I walked to the park, I thought of what might take place. I envisioned myself, legs over his, stroking each other in front of ourselves, talking naughty to each other…." Yea, look at how I've got your head so shiny…. doesn't that just want to make you squirt….). In what seemed like nothing, I was entering the park. As I arrived and became fairly sure I wasn't being observed, I began to slowly unbutton all but the last button on my shirt and undo the button on the shorts. As I walked, I casually spread the shirt ensuring my tan would be contrast against the light colored shirt. I got to a point in the park that I knew led to a fairly secluded part. As I was spreading the openness of my shirt further I decided to take the "fun" path. I walked the last few yards before the path got noticeably darker and more secluded, I reached down and positioned my dick in my shorts and jock. I could feel myself leaking as I pushed my now rigid cock straight up and against my tanned stomach. I entered the more secluded portion of the park and heard several tigs snap from nearly every direction. I hadn't walked more than 20-yards when, as I was rounding a curve, I was met by a guy who had on a similar shirt and slightly longer cut-offs. We both carefully checked each other out as we neared each other on opposite sides of the narrow path. The guy was about my height, build, and as tanned ...as we got closer, I noticed that while he didn't have his shirt unbuttoned as far as I did, he was signaling in a much more direct manner...his semi-erect cock was sticking out of the fly of his unzipped shorts. I was surprised and a bit more excited than I would have thought...but nevertheless, I proceeded as though this was an everyday (eve) occurrence. As we passed each other in opposite directions I wanted to indicate I was receptive, yet not focused...thus, I made sure to smile widely and sort of mumble "hello" as we went in opposite directions. While his eyes widened, he said nothing as we passed.Well, I thought to myself, this is going to be fun. I was soon passing by little alcoves where distinct nakedness was observable. I wanted to stop and stare...but thinking that such behavior might be poor etiquette, I simply kept walking. While I walked I was undoing my shirt all the way and un-buttoning/zipping my shorts until my tanned chest was exposed clear down to my pubic region. It wasn't until I was nearing the end of this section in the park that I saw what I thought was a "natural" invitation. As I got to a point where the light allowed me to see further into the secluded section than normal, I saw a pleasant looking guy starting to squat as he stroked a nice looking dick and reached around his hips and touched and stroked butt. The scene looked so hot that without thinking, and in barley hushed voice, I whispered..."my that looks like fun."Almost immediately I heard, "Is it ever...want to watch," rebound and pull me into the semi-secluded area. As my eyes adjusted, I could see a pair of shorts and a shirt laying on a picnic table a few steps away and that my "host" was indeed nude, except for the running shoes he still wore. I quickly slid off the path and into the secluded area. As my eyes adjusted to less light, I saw just how tanned and hard he was. When I had gone but a few feet, he grabbed his clothes off the table while offering the softly expressed advise, "Lets go back here, it'll be better."When he turned to head further back, I got a view of his cock from the side. Wow, he had to be at least 90-degrees straight up and looked VERY swelled and glistening. Following him into the park, I made sure to completely unbutton my shirt and unzip my shorts as far as I could, without having them slide all the way off. We soon got to a much more secluded point that yet still had enough refracted light to allow us to see each other fairly clearly.I broke the ice by telling him that he really looked hot when I walked past and saw him masturbating. "I could tell by the way you were squatting and fingering yourself that you were really ready to squirt." "You got that right guy, look at me leaking now." I looked at the head of his dick and saw a huge drop of pre-cum getting ready to roll down the head of his dick. I wanted to reach out and scoop it up into my mouth but I didn't want to appear that wanting, right then. "God, I guess you're right," I said looking at his shiny dick. "So, you look really tan...do you have tanlines" he asked? I was certainly aware of his...they seemed to set off his nearly 7-inch/cut cock just perfectly, "Well, I do, but Im not sure if they match yours." I then slowly reached over and began to trace his lines with my now shaking hand. I traced from high on his hip...across his tanned and taught tummy, started to go down the other side...when, the inside of my arm brushed along his still leaking cock...I then hesitated, and mumbled something along the line of, "yes..you certainly have nice ones." As I pulled my arm back, I scooped up all of his pre-cum on my arm and licked it off my hand. It tasted just perfect...just a bit tart...This brought me to the realization of my becoming nude in front of a guy who was also nude and very hard, in public. Almost at the same time I said, "Ok, lets see who has the darker lines." With this I whisked my shorts to the ground and slipped my fingers inside my jock and slid it off too. In doing so, I felt my moist dick slap against my tummy. I then pushed toward him till we were touching hips together and then rolled slightly inward...allowing our cocks to brush against each other. I felt a jolt course through me whan our dicks touched. I did recover and saw that while it wasn't by much, it was clear, that I had the darker lines. "Wow, close I said. " Hey, since I "won" that one...lets have another contest. " Sure, what do you have in mind," he asked. Have you ever heard of a cockfight I asked?"Wow guy, you "called" my favorite game." From what he suggested next, I was sure he had done this before. Here, lets move this table so just the edge of it gets hit by the light. After doing that, he suggested just laying our clothes on the table and actually sitting on top of the park's picnic table to have a cockfight, right in full view of anyone who happened to take the two turns necessary to arrive at the alcove we were in. Well, he soon had his already removed clothes on the table and was kneeling on them. I wasted not a second and tossed my shirt, jock, and shorts onto the table and stepped on the seat as I climbed aboard and knelt before him, nude, leaking, and horney beyond belief at what might lay ahead. "Lets see what I'm up against he said, while at the same time lightly grasping his rigid cock and sort of pressing it downwards ever so slightly as he "displayed" his shiny, certainly 7-inch, penis in a manner that said, "Now show me yours. "As I grasped mine to display it to him in the manner he had to me, I saw the head of his sweet looking cock flare, just as a good sized drop of pre-cum oozed out of his lovely shaped pee-hole and landed on the back pocket of his shorts that he had placed on the table. As I bent inwards -- just a little -- I thought, I grasped my dick in the same manner that he had so as to hold my cock out for him to preview. As I did this I didn't realize how close I'd gotten to him and as I looked at his nipples and then back down at our cocks I nearly "lost" the contest right then. Our dicks had wound-up no more than a 1/4-inch apart. There we were, two tanlined guys, nude, kneeling in front of each other, on a picnic table in nearly full public view. As I realized just how close we were to each other's dick, the head of my dick swelled almost automatically. As my cock head swelled, I tightened my grip on my shaft to ensure it remained swollen and shiny. I soon saw my piss-hole open and a nice large drop of pre-cum pool and then start to drip. Not wanting to waste it, I reflexively moved closer yet to his still engorged head and touched our pee-holes together. I guess I wanted to see if my pre-cum would drip/flow into his cock's slit. I moved slowly but steady and as our slits touched, I saw my pre-cum slide from my dick into his. Not much more seemed ready to flow into it so I started to slowly use the head of my dick to smear my clear cum around the taught head of his dick. The sight of my slippery clear cum making our dick's look even more shiny, wet, and naughty was exquisite. The feeling of our cock's head's touching was equally as erotic, to say the least. As I diverted my eyes for a split second from our dicks, I saw the outline of someone walking past the entrance to our non-secluded seclusion. Just that brief sight of another person brought the situation: me nude and "piss-hole fucking" another guy while kneeling on a picnic table in public was enough to send me to the point of no return. I knew I was going to have to squirt ...and we hadn't even started the cockfight! As I felt my dick start to swell more, I said to my now masturbation partner, "Wow, sorry guy but I'm going to have to squirt here in a second...we'll have to have the match another time.' "Where do you want me to squirt.?" Hey, that's cool, yea...stand up and squirt your cum on my tits and face. " I slowly stood up, sort of squatted over him and used the remaining pre-cum to stroke my dick as slow as I could right in front of his face. "Yea dude, here let me give you a target"...and with that he reached his hand to his right nipple and started to pinch it and cup his breast..while saying, "Yea guy, that's it, let me see you squirt that cum on my tits and face." I was soon at the edge and told him, "OK, here I go...I'm starting to squirt...and as I finished the sentence, I felt and saw the first huge stream of my white sperm erupt from my pulsing dick. OH my God, as my knees buckled a bit...the first spasm was really draining, as well as long...As it landed on his chest, just above his breast, then neck, and his cheek, he immediately scooped what was on his chest and in a non-stop motion used it as a lube of sorts as he rammed his middle finger up my asshole. He didn't stroke in or out but instead just left his finger in my ass as I straightend a bit, and started to squirt a nearly continuos stream of cum on his face and hair. I nearly fainted as I saw each string of sperm splatter onto his face. As I was nearing completion of my orgasm he said, "Wow, you really soaked me guy.' With that he sort of raised up a bit so as to be able to kiss my nipple and sort of roll his face over my chest. I was surprised how much sperm there was on ME afterwards. I quickly reached down and smeared it around my nipples and tasted a couple of fingers full of my cum.When I was finally spent, I asked how he wanted to cum. I was surprised and disappointed to hear him say, "I think I'm going to hold off and see what other options are around here." As I looked at his dick I saw that it was dripping precum...I thought to myself that I'd better use the opportunity to "practice" for an actual cockfight. I asked him if he still wanted to have one in the future..he said, "Lets make it next week, same time, same place." Well we did meet and ...well that's a story for next time.

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