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PLAYGROUND JACKOFF

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 25 May 2003 1 comments
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by Dan My older nephew Ronny's parents bought him a motorcycle when he was 17. I was 15 at the time. Ronny and I had been sexually involved since he was 14 and I was 12. Since my sister's family lived in another state, we only saw each other for a few weeks during the summer and for a week or so at Christmas-time. During this particular summer visit, my sister and her husband and kids came to where I lived with my parents and my other sister. They drove down in their car, but since Ronny was now 17 and had his lisense and his motorcycle, they allowed him to drive his bike down on his own. He was so proud of his new Honda motorcycle! It was pretty much all he could talk about; Ronny had always loved cars and motorbikes, anything that he could drive fast. I didn't share this obsession of his, but I loved to hear him roaring down the street on his bike. During the days we would do typical teenage boy stuff, smoking weed, chasing girls, exploring the hills and parks and anything else that seemed fun and exciting. We roared up and down the streets of my neighborhood, terrorizing the adults and sending hordes of screaming children scattering and running for their mothers. I would hold onto Ronny's waist as we tore through corners, tightening my arms around him as we rocketed down the straight grids of streets. He liked it when I would put one hand on the crotch of his jeans as we sped along, because he said that as soon as he started the bike up he would start getting a boner. He told me that as he drove along his cock would keep getting harder and by the time he arrived at wherever he was going he would be rock-hard and horny as hell. So when I was behind him on the bike I would rub and squeeze and fondle his strong, hard cock. I loved to feel him swell and straighten under my hands, and I would push myself as far forward as I could so he could feel the mound of my hard dick pressing against his ass. The first time I did this, he pulled over after a few seconds and told me to stop doing that cuz it made it hard for him to concentrate. Of course, he didn't want me to stop doing it at all, in fact this was our unacknowledged code way of telling each other how much we were turning each other on. His crooked, evil grin told me that I was doing exactly what he wanted. We always wore helmets when we were tooling around town, and when we'd stop we'd take our helmets off and just stare at each other, our eyes glazed over with adolescent lust. I liked seeing him take his helmet off: his blonde hair would fall forward and with a toss of his head he'd try to throw his bangs out of his eyes. His blue eyes would be alive with passion and excitement, his cheeks wind-flushed red, and he looked so damn wholesome! On our first ride together, as soon as we sped off I could tell what he meant about how sexy it felt to be on a motorcycle. The roar and rumble and vibration of all that metal and machinery gripped between our legs and thighs felt like having a huge, raging cock thrusting out of our bodies, full of power and danger and brutality. It was hyper-masculine; it was awesome! I would run one hand up under his jacket and sweatshirt, rubbing his sweaty chest and stomach, pinching his nipples and wedging my hand under his armpit. He would hunch up his shoulder a bit so I could get my hand into the moist, sweaty hair of his pit, and when I withdrew my hand it would stink like his strong sweat. My other hand would be busy working over his dick through his jeans, and the more amped I got him, the faster he drove. One afternoon as we were cruising along I could feel that he was so hard that I thought it must be painful for him. I never knew where he was gonna take me, cuz it's impossible to hear each other on a motorcycle, especially if you're wearing helmets. We were well out of my neighborhood by now, and getting farther out of town by the second. Eventually, we pulled into the parking lot of a park that had a secluded playground at one end, a playground that no kids played at cuz it had a reputation for being a place where teenagers hung out and partied. This afternoon it was deserted, so after Ronny had turned off the engine we got off the bike, pulled our helmets off and started walking over to the playground equipment. "Why are we stopping here, dude?," I asked him. "You'll see," he replied. "I wish we could take off all our clothes and fuck around naked on the grass," he said quietly, with that leer on his face as we walked across the lawns. I glanced over at him and he was staring at me with that look that warned me there was some fun, nasty plan in his dirty little mind forming. When I saw that look in his eyes, I would stop asking questions and just follow him blindly, well aware that whatever he was planning would probably be risky, exciting, and very sexy. As we walked onto the playground Ronny headed over to the jungle gym and climbed up the first two rungs. Without a word, I climbed into the center of the structure where the long pole was and just waited for him to position himself so I would know what was coming next. While he leaned against the upper bars of the jungle gym and stood on the lower rungs, I watched Ronny look around first and then open his pants and push them down to his upper thighs. The smell of his sweaty crotch was like a drug to me, and I inhaled his scent while I pulled out my own hard, dripping dick and started playing with myself. His thick, veiny cock with its glistening, purple head was just about a foot above my face, so I leaned forward to where Ronny was leaning and nosed my way up under his hairy balls. Licking and sucking on that hairy nutsack gave me the chance I'd been waiting for to inhale all his sex-smells -- I could feel the warmth and smell the sweat of his asshole; the musky, pungent place between his moist hole and his plummy balls; the healthy, sweaty stink of his golden blond pubes; and that smell of hard cock that men who are into dick know well. He kept thrusting his hips forward, basically humping my face as I tongued my way under his nuts and up between his ass cheeks. He spread his legs some and laughed down at me and told me "Hey, stick your tongue in my butthole, OK? Then I'll do it to you." He squatted down a tiny bit so that his ass crack spread open and so I could really dig in deep on his tight pink shithole. The dark blond hair that surrounded it was sweaty and matted into little curls that made me want to swirl my tongue over them, savoring their sharp, salty flavor. I flicked my tongue over his hole and his knees shook a bit as he let out a loud, "oooooo..." Then he snickered and I went back in. I licked and nibbled and sucked on the skin all around his asshole for a little while and then plunged into it. I could feel the intense heat of his insides on my tongue. He squealed loud in delight and since the playground was deserted and no one was actually nearby, his being loud outdoors while we did nasty stuff to each other in a public place was really making me crazy with horniness. He was jacking off hard while I ate out his hot boy asshole and jacked myself off furiously, 2 teenage dudes lost in a haze of animal lust. We had never really played much with each other's asses until the summer before this one, but since we had first tried it out we now both loved having our butts played with. Finally, when I had all his smells all over my face and hair, I came back up to his cock and swallowed it down to its hairy root. He fucked my mouth slow at first and then started really slamming into my face. He pulled out after a bit and said, "OK, now I get to do you!", with that familiar glee over each other's bodies that we had known ever since we started messing around 3 years ago. As I climbed out of the center of the jungle gym I took off my jacket and pulled my t-shirt off. Ronny jumped down off the lower rung he had been standing on and stood there, watching me admiringly as I peeled off my tee. When I was out from the structure, Ronny stepped up to me and we hugged and kissed hard, our tongues swirling wildly in each other's mouth, our throbbing dicks pressed tight against our precum smeared bellies. The sun felt warm where it touched my sweaty skin. He climbed into the interior of the jungle gym and as he did he took off his jacket and shirt. We were now both bare-chested with our pants opened and pulled down to our knees. I remember at that moment a loud car roared by somewhere close to where we were standing, probably making a u-turn in the parking lot just around the corner of the part of the park we were in. When the noise faded away we looked at each other, wild with horniness, and laughed. This was a bold, new thing we were doing, fucking around in the light of day on a public playground. The risk made it all the sexier. I climbed up onto the same rung Ronny had stood on while I serviced him and offered him my hard cock to suck on. Ronny ran his hands up and over my stomach and chest, pausing at my nipples to pinch them hard with his motor oil-dirtied fingernails, then around my back and down to my ass cheeks which he cupped in his warm hands and pulled forward so he could take me even deeper down his throat. He would run his tongue all around the head of my dick and then swallow my shaft to the hilt. He loved it when I would pull out of his mouth and slap his face hard with my raging boner. I loved the feel of his face on the silky smooth skin of my cock, the stubble of his light beard coarse and stimulating. "I love you, dude. Lick my asshole some now, you fucker...," I said to him, all sorts of nasty shit. We'd say crazy, hypersexed stuff to each other all the time while we fucked around. We both got off on talking really dirty, the nastier and filthier the better. Sometimes we'd crack each other up by what we'd say. But it always got us harder and hornier. He turned himself around so that his back was to me and then scooted under my crotch so he could tongue my hole while we looked into each other's eyes. Every once in a while his eyelids would flutter shut for a few seconds and then flicker open again, full of a faraway, dreamy look. I loved seeing that expression on his face cuz it let me know that he was as transported away by what we were doing to each other as I was. I was jacking off as I squatted there while he fucked my asshole with his tongue, jerking off like a fiend inside the jungle gym. When I couldn't stand it any longer I stood up and he climbed out and up next to me. We stood there side-by-side, our fists wrapped around each others cocks, stroking away. I dared him to slide down the central pole without pulling his pants up and he laughed at me and told me to do it first. "Nah," I said, cuz I thought it would burn my dick bad. But Ronnie never turned down a dare; in fact he would usually increase the stakes if he thought he could possibly do it. So he jerked off his pants and was now stark naked except for his socks and he whooped and hollered and then we both nearly fell off the jungle gym cuz we were laughing so hard. But Ronnie climbed into the inside and wrapped his arms and legs around the pole and down he slid. I noticed he grimaced a little on the way down, so I laughed at him and told him he was a moron. "Fuck you, dude, it was just cold against my nuts! It didn't hurt. In fact, if I slid down it a couple more times I could probably cum!" When he said that it gave me a mean, nasty idea, so I told him, "Come on!" I waddled over with my shorts around my ankles to the tall metal slide that the little kids loved to slide down over and over again when they played here on those rare occasions when the park got crowded, like on holiday week-ends during the spring and summer. Ronnie jogged up beside me and then leaped around me as I stumbled along, grabbing and whacking at my hard dick every time he could. When we got to the slide I asked him if he thought we could climb up it together. He said yes, so I took off my shorts and tighty whities, and we climbed up together buckass naked until we reached the top platform. We stood there with our arms draped over each other's shoulders, instinctively knowing what we were gonna do. I didn't even have to say a word of explantion. As we jacked off with our free hand, we kissed and swapped major spit until we were both ready to shoot. Ronnie started shooting first and I was right behind him. It was so fucking hot to see our twin jets of hot jiz leap out of our engorged cocks and splatter and run down the hot, shiny surface of the slide. When we were done and had shaken the last drops of nut off our dicks onto the platform, we clambered back down and ran over to our clothes. We laughed as we hurriedly dressed and said how damn funny it would be to see all those kids sliding down that cum-slathered slide. On the way back home, I never once took my hand off his crotch. It was like my hand was embracing that part of Ronnie that I knew and loved so well, the best friend of what I was packing in my dirty jeans. The rumble of the bike was getting me hard again, and I could feel Ronnie swelling quickly under my hand, too. I knew we had a good time facing us later that night when we turned out the lights and climbed into my bed, naked under the sheet. I loved summer...