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Springbank Park

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 22 Nov 1999 1 comments
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To my mind, sexual acts are different than sexuality. For instance, if a homosexual male engages in heterosexual sex with women, does he not remain a homosexual in the eyes of the general population? Would it not, therefore, be logical to assume that if a heterosexual engages in homosexual acts, that he would remain a heterosexual? It seems that the general population would label both males homosexual!!! Some males are just highly sexed and can enjoy sexual acts with either sex. Some of the most memorable sex I have had over the years has been those few islands of forbidden homosexual encounters in the sea of heterosexual sexual activity. One such encounter was at a local park called Springbank park. Ever since I was a kid, if I wore shorts, I loved to let my balls hang out, but make it appear accidental. Late one afternoon I went to Springbank because I heard that you could get blown there. I was force ten horny and my wife was not giving me enough. The park is situated beside a flowing river and, although busy, is large enough that there are few people close by. I spotted a young guy sitting idly on a bench across a small gully. I sat down in the grass opposite him. My blue Nike shorts were loose and I adjusted my shorts so that there was plenty of room for my ball sack to flop out the leg opening. It was a hot, humid, day and my nut bag sagged low and the soft skin stuck to the side of my inner thigh. I could sense my flaccid bag loll out of my shorts and could feel the cool breeze on my exposed skin. I glanced down from time to time and after a while my two nuts were hanging touching the grass. He could see this, but I was positioned so no one else could see. He was also wearing shorts. He got up and walked to the edge of the gully and sat down opposite me. As he squatted to sit, I saw his ball sack dangle below his shorts. He made it look casual as he adjusted his crotch, but I immediately saw the pink head of his cock poke out of the other side of his shorts. I pulled the inner cotton mesh back on my shorts and then let the whole outline of my cock and balls show through the thin nylon outer fabric. I slowly stroked the cock head through the blue fabric and it began to grow. The guy across from me grasped his cock and stroked it against the side of his inner thigh. No one could see this but the two of us. People are walking by, but our legs hide our crotches from view. This went on for a while until I can no longer hide my boner and it sprang loose from the fabric in clear sight of anyone watching. I stopped stroking, bent over pretending to tighten my shoe lace, and stared at my dick bouncing up and down with each heartbeat. My cock shaft stood at proud attention with the beginnings of precum pooling at the tip of my piss slit and the pressure of me bending over forced a gush of clear liquid out the end of my slit. The young man motioned me over and I stuffed my boner down the side of my shorts. My cock shaft was outlined down the side of my shorts and the purple helmet was peeking out from below the fabric. My precum made a wet spot on my shorts. I squatted down beside him and my cock flipped out from my shorts. We made small talk as I pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. His eyes feasted on my crotch. Because my penis had begun to shrink on the way over, the precum had begun to flow. A water clear rope of precum snaked out of my piss hole . His eyes followed it down until it collected on the grass on the ground. There was a thin gel line from my cock head to the ground. I shifted position and contracted my ass muscles and there was a spurt of clear precum that blurted out my pisshole and flowed off the end of my cock. He looked me in the eyes and propositioned me. We got up and I followed him into a stand of heavy trees. In a secluded spot, he spun around and stripped my shorts down my legs. Craning his neck, he placed his lips on my cock and began to slowly suck up and down my pink shaft. His narrow hands explored my body. First my chest and then my stomach and ass. He liked the firm muscles, I guess. He worked me over skillfully and I was begging for release. He had slipped his shorts and underwear completely off. He backed up against me and rubbed his body against mine. His body was not well muscled and felt feminine and soft. He began to grind his ass against my super hard wet slippery cock. Bending over slightly, with knees bent, he took hold of my dick and placed it at the edge of his ass crack, milking the precum into the crevasse. In one swift motion, he bucked his arse back and my cock slipped inside his hole. Just like that. I had never done this before in my life and was torn between the fantastic feeling and the sense of "wrong". But his bum hole was like a cunt and I went into automatic drive and began pumping. I grabbed his narrow waist and plowed deeper and deeper into his arse. I wondered why he wasn't screaming in pain. But he met each thrust and bucked his hips in return. Minutes later, I let go a flood of cum. In his bum! He let out a guttural moan as he came in his fist. I felt his ass contract and squeeze out more cum. I thought to myself how much this felt like fucking a cunt. Then I panicked as I realized what I had just done. I had fucked a man. Was I now a homosexual? I just wanted to wash my dick. I ran back to the park washroom and pulled down my shorts and stuck my whole crotch into the sink and washed myself. I did not care who walked in on me. This story is absolutely true. It happened before the AIDS concerns or I would have used a safe. That was my one and only time. I never fucked another man and I have never been fucked. But I do think about it from time to time.