Barefoot In The Park

        He was watching me again.

I glanced down at the island. Maybe fifty yards away, sunbathing on a broad, flat rock in the middle of the lake just before the dam was the cutest and most blatantly self-possessed lad I had seen. He was lying there, his legs spread, accenting his basket under the skimpiest speedoes I'd seen - looking directly up at me.

This had been going on for the past hour. It didn't matter if he was on his back or stomach, I could feel his eyes on me. Sighing, I looked out at the stream to meet his gaze now. There were no quick, furtive glances for me. He had finally broken all the way through to me. He had me and I suspected he knew it.

He grinned and sat up, keeping his eyes on mine. My eyes bulged as his basket enlarged. I told myself that I couldn't really be seeing that. It was impossible to see that much detail at fifty yards. Just then, he stretched and his hands moved slowly to cup that basket, emphasising the long, fat tube growing there. I stared unbelievingly at the show this lad decided to put on for my exclusive benefit.

He rose and slid gracefully into a dive in one motion. I watched spellbound as his lithe browned body cut through the water that separated us.

He stood up on the bank and wiped water from his face, his blond hair plastered to his scalp. He started climbing the slope up to me, his bare feet slipping slightly on the grass. "Oh, shit," I grumbled, feeling my dick stir.

"Hi!" he called as he approached and I saw he had blue eyes to go with his blond hair and stunning looks. My heart sank. I nodded, instantly wondering where this Ganymede had been all my life.

"I saw you settle down up here." He grinned and, in the fresh, clean air among the trees, his teeth's white perfection dazzled me. "You staying here at the park?" I nodded. "I hope this doesn't sound too strange or anything - but you caught my interest."

His grin grew into a lazy smile that covered his face. The double meaning was blatant and he was good-naturedly daring me to be offended.

"Me?" I answered, acting vaguely surprised and sliding into the game he had chosen to play.

"Yeah. You're out here in the far boonies with no kids or family, you obviously don't fish, and you're not some nature nut - I figured that out in about half an hour this morning." He studied me for a moment. "You just kept looking around, like you were trying to get a feel for the place."

"Why're you out here?" I asked quickly.

The smile never left his face. "My old man - he'll fish from dawn to night ... And I get stuck with coming down here to the falls twice a year for a week at a time - and getting so bored I could die."

I chuckled. "Why do you come with your father if you don't like it out here? You're old enough to stay at home alone for a week." The angel's face in front of me was no longer smiling.

His face was expressionless as his blue eyes narrowed. "This babyface of mine keeps giving people the wrong idea - I'm twenty-two."

I showed my shock. True, he was tall - but, at first appearance, he looked to be maybe fifteen or sixteen. His grin grew broader and more relaxed as he read my surprise.

"I can prove it - I have to all the time as it is." He pulled his license from the pouch of his speedos and offered it to me. The second thing is that I'm here with my lover - who wants me here even if I do get bored and nothing happens at night for us. And-" He looked me directly in the eyes, "the third thing is that I'm looking for somebody who hates fishing as much as I do, who has some brains, and who wants a good-looking man every day for the next week." He grinned sheepishly then. "Are you available?"

I stared at him in surprise. He hadn't pulled any punches. I was well into my forties and, even though in good shape, I still showed my age. He had struck me as a god who would never be middle aged and it didn't ring true that he would be coming onto me.

He laughed. "I like older men," he explained. "You know how to make love instead of just having a quick roll in the hay - besides, you're a good-looking guy."

"Thank you," I managed to stammer. "You're certainly a pleasant sight yourself." I found my attention drawn to his basket. "Both in the looks department and in equipment - or so it would appear."

He reached out and touched my arm and I looked into his dancing eyes. "You like what's down there?" I nodded. "I am pretty horny - you want to play a fast tune on my horn?"

I nodded again, reaching down between us to feel him. His cock sprang to rigid attention. "Feels good, baby," he mumbled. "Let's put a tree or two between us and the public - then you can play and not be bothered."

His fingers still on my arm and his smile even wider than before, I suddenly remembered the two of us were standing out in the middle of a shaded public area of a state park and I was groping his basket of goodies. I felt my face begin to burn as I yanked my fingers away from his basket. He laughed then, showing off his white even teeth again.

"I get the feeling you might be hot, too." He started across the unpaved car path towards the trees and the woods beyond. I followed, my eyes glued to his firm, tight arsecheeks, my feet stumbling over the uneven ground. I was praying this man with the long, tapered legs wanted more than just a quick blow job from me. A lot more.

* * *

The clearing about us gave way quickly to underbrush. I glanced back the way we had come and saw only a wall of green. The dam, and the lake behind them were gone - already hidden. "Looks peaceful enough, don't you think?" the young stud asked, turning to face me, his eyes filled with lust.

I grinned back. "I think so," I answered as I directed the fingers of my left hand to first one and, then, the other of his coffee-au-lait coloured nipples. The fingers of my other hand began the trek from the top of his hip over his flat abdomen down the front of his speedos.

He groaned as I knelt before him. My tongue replaced my hand in outlining the rigid pole of flesh beneath the thin layer of nylon. My fingers went back up to his hip, finding their way beneath the fabric and touching the flesh of his firm, smooth arsecheeks. "Pull them down, baby - please!" he moaned. "I'm so fucking horny I could pop a nut right now!"

The speedos were a second skin on his butt, but they peeled off easily. His mast sprang out of the folds of polyester that had encased it, slapping me in the face with its thick hardness.

I took it in my hand, pushing it against his abdomen, and smiled. Thick, USDA prime beef. A real tube steak already dripping succulent honey. "Got a raincoat?" he asked from above me and I groaned in frustration. He laughed. "There's one in there with my license," he laughed, "just about where my balls are now."

I pulled the speedos down and found both condom packet and license. Spreading the latex over his knob and onto his shaft, I began to lick his balls already riding close to his rod. My tongue ascended slowly up along that thick shaft after I had him covered and his body shiver in pure anticipation.

I grinned. There was nothing I liked better than the total control that became mine when I sucked another man off. His sexual pleasure was mine to arouse and, ultimately, to give - just as it was when I was ploughing his ass. This young Ganymede with his lithe body and long legs was quickly becoming mine.

The tip of my tongue found the head of his dick then. The boy shuddered. Slowly and deliberately, I took him then - past my tonsils until his pubes were tickling my nose. He gasped and grabbed the back of my head with both hands as I swallowed and my throat muscles worked his knob.

It was over almost before it started. There was no time for all the play I enjoyed with my sex. He fucked my face hard; and it was all I could do to hold on to the firm mounds of his backside, directing him into my throat.

He pulled me against his pubes, his dick expanding. I swallowed hard as he began to erupt deep in my throat. I held him and continued to bathe his hard shaft with my tongue. He tried to push me away, but I still held him and continued to bathe his still hard cock with my tongue. We had played out our sex scene in silence.

A moment later, he lifted me to my feet and smiled sheepishly. "I'm usually not that quick out of the holster." He glanced down at his slowly shrivelling cock and pulled off the rubber. "I'm sorry - but I'd gone three days without any action."

I met those blue orbs, surprise showing in my eyes. "I thought you had a lover who brought you here?"

"I do, babe. Only, when he thinks fish, I take a major backseat." He glanced away. "Shit! The next week probably would've been nothing but solos if I hadn't found you." His eyes found mine again. "Do you like to fuck a pair of tight buns?" he asked suddenly.

"I've been known to," I answered and he sighed with relief.

"My lover likes to bottom, okay? I'm always the macho side of the equation with him."

"But you like your ass ploughed too?" I added and he nodded quickly.

"Back home in Atlanta, I've got to go out and cruise the straight boys when I get an itch."

"Why do you put up with it if you two don't have compatible sexual appetites?" I wondered.

He chuckled. "Daddy has major money - and I ain't just a cute dumb blond." My face showed my bewilderment and the man before me looked away sadly. "I'm just a poor boy from a little town that was dying before I was born. Daddy found me hitchhiking, took me in, gave me a home and a life - and a future if I stay where I am - I'm even almost through college. And he looks the other way when I go out and get a strange piece every once in a while."

I nodded slowly. "I think I understand," I offered.

"I like you. You're good looking, you're older, you're different. I hope you know how to prolong sex. I was hoping you'd be available when I spotted you back on the lake."

"You took a chance coming on to me like that," I told him. "What would you have done if I were straight?"

He shrugged. "Maybe I'd have found me a couple of straight local teenagers to fuck me. They might not be very good - but, at least, I'd have had plenty of dick." I realised suddenly he was studying me. I arched my brow in a question. "You ready for a piece of ass, Mister?" he asked slowly, his eyes holding mine.

"Here?" I stammered. It was one thing to give a lad a blow job out in the open - it was entirely another to get into a real fuck in all the openness surrounding us.

He laughed. "Why don't I get these seat covers back over my butt, and we can go over to your place. I do like the comfort of a bed when I'm getting laid." I watched with a sense of growing loss as he pulled the speedos up his legs.

"What's your name anyway?" I asked as we reached the unpaved car path.

"It's Beau - why?"

"I just like to have a name for anybody who's going to share my bed with me - call me old-fashioned if you want. Does that bother you?"

"No. Actually, that ought to be pretty nice." He hung his head. "None of those straight studs ever wanted me to know them. What's yours?"

"Adrian," I answered as I led him onto the path that would bring us to my rustic little cabin overlooking the dam.

He leaned forward and gave my cheek a quick buzz as I opened the door. "Adrian, I'm glad I met you this morning," he whispered as he stepped inside the room.

I froze the moment I stepped through the door, my eyes growing large and round. Beau was bent over, slipping out of his speedos, and I was getting an eyeful of the most beautiful butt I had ever seen. The bed was just past him and I could feel my cock coming quickly to life.

He glanced back at me over his shoulder and grinned. "I sure do hope you've got something to plug my hole with, Adrian." He stood up and turned to face me. "Come to bed, baby."

"You in a hurry?"

"To get started, yeah. It's been three months since I had a good fuck - we've got us all week to explore and get to know each other's likes and dislikes, you know?" He sidled up to me, his eyes pleading. "Please, Adrian, I really need it bad - I want it bad. And I want you to be the one giving it to me." He pulled me toward the bed. Unprotesting, I followed him.

He was pulling at my shirt before I was out of my loafers. His hands roamed freely over my chest rug before I could slip the bloody damn thing off my arms. Then, those same fingers began to work my jeans, forcing their way to the front of my boxers.

"You are a hungry one, aren't you?" I asked as I retrieved a condom packet from my front pocket.

His answer was muffled as his teeth began to trace my dick through the cotton of my underpants.

"Come down here with me!" he demanded in a grunt, pushing my jeans to my knees and pulling me onto him. He flipped us over and I was immediately under him.

His face was over mine, descending. His lips crashed against mine, his tongue hungrily forcing its way between my lips. His hands forced my briefs down to my knees with my jeans. His fingers started to tweak my nipples.

"Oh, shit!" he mewled, pulling away. "Oh, Jesus! You can't believe how long it's been!" He was pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me, straddling me. His hand was a vise on my hard cock. "I can't wait any longer. I can't." He took the packet from me, ripped it open, and pulled out the condom. Smiling, he spread it over my knob and onto the shaft.

He had my cock firmly in hand, its head at his arselips and its skin pulled back along the shaft. He moaned as he began to lower himself onto me, impaling himself on my manhood. His hard dick plopped against my abdomen. He grinned down at me when he had me completely inside him. "This feels damned good, Adrian."

He ground his butt against my groin, his pole leaking. I reached up to his chest and tweaked both his nipples. "Yeah!" he groaned and shut his eyes, giving himself up to the pleasure my dick was providing him.

My fingertips explored his smooth chest as he continued to rock on my pole. Barely touching his skin, they rode his flanks down to his round cheeks. "Hmmm," he moaned as my hands cupped and then squeezed those cheeks.

He rode me hard then, his muscles flexing tight on my rod as he raised himself along its shaft and opening as he sat back down on me. He was oozing pre-cum on my chest, sweat beaded on his forehead and matted his blond tresses. His eyes were shut tight and his neck stretched long as he reached toward orgasm on my mast.

"Oh, God!" he groaned suddenly and I felt the first rope of his spunk blast my cheek. I erupted deep inside his bowel.

* * *

He lay cuddled against me, his arm thrown across my chest, his leg across my stomach.

"Adrian," he mumbled against my chest, "I wish you had been there a couple of years ago."

"No decision is irrevocable, Beau," I answered.

"Mine has to be. I don't have anything except what my daddy's going to give me - and that means I stay where I'm at and keep what I've got." He hung his head for a moment before looking back at me. "Only, we've got a week - and I sure do hope you want to make the most of it."

I smiled. "That sounds good to me, Beau. I think I can get into that."

"I bet!" he exclaimed and laughed as his fingers encircled my now softened member, pulling its skin out past its knob. "How long does it take you to get it back up?"

I chuckled and pushed myself into a sitting position. "I think you need to resign yourself to letting me fix lunch before you get any more."

"I guess I could eat something - only ..." He grinned sheepishly. "I do ever more like good fucking. And you're pretty good in that department."

I laughed. "I promise we'll get back to filling your needs as soon as I've got some food into both of us." I hoisted myself out of bed and padded naked to the cabin's kitchenette, a grin growing across my face as I allowed myself to consider the coming week. I felt my dick throb in agreement.