Public Park Suckcess

Most summers I drive out of town about five miles to a public boat-launching and picnic area. It's quiet, guys roam around with next to nothing on, and sometimes nothing at all (once I walked up on a guy jacking on a picnic table -- he was terrified but I told him it was OK and sucked him off).

My best scenario is to bring a pair of boxers and a towel and a book -- I change clothes (half-jerking while doing all this) and go in the water. Sometimes I sit and soak, sometimes I would lose the shorts and swim around.

One July, I had left my shirt and shorts on a picnic table, stripped down to the boxers, and went in the water for a few minutes. I got out and went into the woods by a table...about thirty feet in was a little clearing where I could see people coming, but they couldn't see me until they were at the table.

I decided to lose the shorts and be naked on a blanket, while keeping an eye out. Not too long after, through the trees I could make out the figure of a trim guy with a goatee, wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts, wandering down to the waterside table where he could see my towel and clothes on the table (I still had my boxers with me).

I slipped on my shorts and lay still, enjoying the sun and the fact that he could peek through the leaves and see me. He looked around and then decided to come down the trail.

When he got to my blanket, I said hi, trying to breathe naturally because the guy was about 35 and unbelievably good-looking...a Tim McGraw-type. His legs and arms were covered in thick brown hair, and hair was peeking out of his shirt collar. I started to get hard, and had to adjust my legs to hide it.

We chatted about the weather, the sun, the water, and I tried to convince him to go swimming, but he said he'd have to skinny-dip. I told him I usually did, but no luck.

After about ten minutes of his standing with his back to me (occasionally looking around at me) and me eyeing him through half-closed eyes, I told him he could sit down if he wanted. He did, and took off his shoes and socks.

After a few minutes, the conversation turned to being undressed outdoors, and I told him it was great, and that I only had shorts on because he was nearby. He told me I could take 'em off, but I said that I didn't want to offend him while he was totally dressed.

With that, he peeled off his polo shirt and half turned around. Couldn't believe this wonderfully hairy chest two feet from me -- it was just perfect, with pink nipples nestled in all that fur. He asked if he could stretch out, and of course I said yes with a very dry mouth!

He lay back. Over the next ten minutes, our feet touched, then our arms, then his hand and my hip -- brief, repeated, erection-inducing "accidental" touches. Then he sat up and said, "Well, I've never been half-naked in the woods with another guy before, but if you can do it, so can I." So he pulled down his walking shorts and lay back. From where my head was I could see this terrific layer of hair on his chest, running down into his boxers.

I offered to sit up and keep a lookout, saying I'd been lying down long enough. He closed his eyes, and for the next half hour we took turns lying there with half-hardons, enjoying the sun and breeze and periodic conversation.

Finally, as I was sitting up alternately watching the woods and my hunk, his hand wandered down to his crotch, and I saw his cock getting harder. I asked him if he'd ever jerked off in the woods and he said no, not really. But the way he looked at me I knew it was OK.

So I ran my hand along those amazingly hairy legs, up the legs of his shorts, just touching his balls. Then I palmed his cock through the boxers and drew it out of the fly. It was longer than I thought it'd be, but very slender, with a little curve to it. He moaned and lifted his hips and I bent over and put it in my mouth.

His hands wandered up my thighs and found my cock and balls, and started half-stroking them. Suddenly he said, "Oh, shit!" and his cock erupted...actually, the cum just poured out all over my hand instead of flying into the air, since I wasn't really whacking him. He hadn't lasted more then two or three minutes, but I didn't care! I got to make this guy cum!

He pumped and pumped it out, then lay there while I played with a softening penis surrounded by this thick mound of brown hair. I ran my hands over the hair on his chest, and re-coated my hands with his cum, all the while keeping a watch out.

Soon he got up and got dressed and gave me this embarrassed little smile and said "thanks," and left.

I lay there, hardly able to believe the guy I'd enjoyed, still with his cum all over my hands.

Of course, cum makes the best lube, and it wasn't too many minutes before my blanket had my load on it!