Sled Dog
sleddog46@yahoo.com
A Spring Day
aspringd.txt
GayBiLes
MM, gay, jackoff. showing-off

I glanced up from my book when a delicate flicker of breeze caressed my cheek.
It was late spring, warm, just bordering on hot, and even my baggy shorts,
sandals and a t-shirt seemed too much for the day. I was a young man, never mind
how young, and the day seemed perfect. I set the book beside me on the bench and
enjoyed the light tickle of the breeze against my legs, enjoying the feel of it
as it blew softly up my thighs.

The park was quiet that day, just a few people picnicking in the distance. I
enjoyed the solitude, the smell of the recently cut grass, the deep blue of the
sky, and the breeze. As the breeze continued its caress, I felt myself stirring
down in that special place between my legs. I pulled a leg of my shorts away
from my thigh and let the breeze blow way up inside. Man, that felt good, the
breeze tickling my balls. It didn't take long before my cock began pushing up
against my shorts, as if it needed to just burst out of there. What it needed,
what I needed, was some release, the chance to spurt off all the hot juice that
had been building up in there all morning.

I looked around. I was alone, but not that alone. There were the folks
picnicking across the way, and I was in the middle of a public place. But that
urge was sure as hell getting stronger. I barely touched the bulge between my
legs, which was almost a mistake. For a moment I thought I was going to just cum
right then and there, soaking the whole front of my shorts. There was already a
bit of a damp spot there, that excitement just oozing out of the tip of my cock.
Somehow I fought the desire to slide my hand into my shorts, just to stroke
myself a little bit. I could have, of course, just for a bit. But I knew that
once I touched my cock, I couldn't stop myself, I would have to just keep
stroking it until the hot juice exploded out like a thick, white geyser.

The restrooms were just several yards down the path, and I hadn't seen anyone
enter for probably over an hour or so. No doubt I'd be alone. Just me and my
rock hard cock. It was going to have to be now, no doubt about it. I was going
to have to shoot or pass out, one or the other.

After a quick dash down the path and into the restroom, I entered the far stall.
I'd never been in this restroom before. There were only two stalls, the empty
one on my right, and a couple of urinals. Neither one of the stalls had doors,
so I'd be completely exposed if anyone entered and walked down this way. On the
other hand, I thought, it would sure as shit make it more exciting. As if I
needed that.

Fortunately the floor was clean, not that I really gave a good goddamn about
that at that point. I slid my shorts and underwear down around my ankles, my
cock just standing straight up, bouncing around just a little bit as if it knew
the fun it was going to be having in a few minutes. I sat on the toilet and
spread my knees wide. It was warm in there and I took off my t-shirt and stuffed
it in the back pocket of my shorts. I chuckled. It would just get in the way and
probably get pretty damn soaked before long. So then I was practically naked,
considering that my shorts and underwear were clear down below my ankles.
Goddamn this was good. My cock was rigid, ready to go.

I spread my knees wide and just sat there for a bit, enjoying the air against my
naked body, enjoying looking at my cock, all moist at the tip, practically
throbbing in anticipation.

Finally, I slowly wrapped my fingers around my cock, just barely sliding my hand
up and down, the light friction making me even harder, which I'd thought would
have been impossible. Man, my cock was big and hard, so hard I could have used
it to crush rocks. I began to get into it, just very slowly rubbing up and down
on myself, trying to make it last, to make it even better than I already knew it
was going to be.

Suddenly then, I heard the door open and footsteps clicking along the tile
floor. Goddammit, I thought. Fucking goddamn shit. The footsteps got closer and
I didn't even have time to pull up my shorts. I pressed my knees together and
bent over, hiding myself from view. Son of a bitch bunch of crap.

I looked up.

"Oh, shit," he said, "I'm sorry. I didn't see you in there."

He was an older guy, or at least he was to me. Although actually I guess he
probably was just in his late thirties or maybe early forties. He looked like a
business man - a nice suit and tie, good haircut, his shoes well-polished.

"That's okay," I said.

I didn't want to look at him. I just stared down at the floor.

He stood there.

"Looks like you're kind of busy, I guess, huh?"

I looked up then. "Well, yeah," I said, "thought maybe I could just take a shit,
you know. In private? Without someone watching me?"

He nodded. "Okay," he said, smiling down at me, "I thought for a minute maybe
you were, you know, doing something else there."

"What the fuck's that mean?" I said. "Something else?"

"Hey," he said, "it's all right." He shrugged. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Hell,
I sometimes jack off in a restroom myself."

I looked back down at the floor.

"So I can leave you alone," he said. "Let you have your fun, huh?"

I nodded.

"That what you want?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Hey, whatever," I said.

"Sure, whatever," he said. He looked back over his shoulder, then back at me.
"Thing is, tell you the truth, I'd kind of planned on jacking off in here
myself."

I didn't say anything, just kept staring down at the floor.

"You got a hard-on there?"

I didn't answer him.

"That's all right," he said, "I bet you do."

I shrugged, still not looking at him.

"You want to show me?"

I shook my head.

"You want to see mine?" he said. "Been getting pretty hard here in the last
minute or so."

I looked up and noticed the bulge at the front of his trousers. A goddamn big
bulge.

"I see you looking at it," he said. "You want to see it?"

I shrugged.

"Tell you what," he said, putting his fingers on his zipper, "how about I just
unzip my pants. You don't want to see it, just go ahead and say so."

With that, he slid his zipper down.

"You didn't say anything," he said.

"Yeah," I said, "I guess."

He laughed. "Here," he said, "I'll go ahead and take it out." He raised his
eyebrows, like a question.

"Yeah," I said, "whatever. Big deal, I guess."

"All right then."

He spread apart his pants and boxers, reached inside and brought out his hard
cock. Holy shit, this thing was fucking big. I mean, it was long, maybe ten
inches and thick. Really thick. He put his hands on his hips, his hard cock
pointing right out at me.

I didn't say anything, just kept looking at it.

He put his hand on it, rubbed it just a bit.

"You want to touch it," he said.

I looked away.

"It's okay," he said, "go ahead, it'll be okay."

Finally, I reached out and just barely touched the tip of it.

"Oh come on," he said, "go ahead."

So I finally just wrapped my fingers around it and felt it. It was hot and hard
and thick.

He laughed.

"You like it, huh?"

"I guess," I said.

"Now," he said, "show me yours."

I removed my hand and looked down.

"Hey, no fair," he said. "I just showed mine."

I shook my head. No one had ever really seen my cock before, not hard anyway.
Guys in the shower at school, that kind of thing. None of them had a cock like
his, for sure. I kind of thought maybe he'd just laugh at mine. Still, it was
sure throbbing, maybe getting even harder.

"Come on," he said. "You gotta show me yours now."

He grabbed his at the base and waved it around in front of me.

"I know you like it," he said, beginning to rub it back and forth.

I looked away.

"All right," he said, "tell you what, you don't show me I'll just put mine back,
zip up and walk away. I guess that's what you want, so hell with it, I guess.

I took a deep breath. Before he could put it back, I closed my eyes, sat up and
spread my knees.

He didn't say anything for a minute. Finally, he said, "There you go. See? I
knew you wanted to show me."

The heat was really building inside my balls. I could feel him looking at me,
staring at my cock. Hell, it felt good knowing he was looking at me. I thought
maybe I was going to just shoot off without even touching it. I looked at his
eyes as they moved all over my cock, taking it in, getting a good look.

"You're looking good, guy," he said finally. "Look like totally naked sitting
there too, your dick all hard, pointing up like that." As he talked, he was
slowly rubbing his cock. "Yeah, that's a really good looking dick."

"You think so?" I said, glancing down at my cock as it quivered, begging for
stroking, begging for release.

"Hell yeah. I like to see them standing straight up like that."

"Thanks."

"Yeah," he said, still just barely touching his big, thick rod. "What do you
think? Want to jack off with me?"

"I don't know."

I did, of course. I wanted to cum so bad I thought my whole body would explode.
I'd never seen anyone else jack off before. But hell, I knew I really wanted to
watch his big one shoot that huge load I figured he was carrying.

He took his hand away and let his cock point right at me, both hands on his
hips. He looked as ready as I was, the head of his bulky shaft all swollen and
dark pink. I was sure I could see it throbbing.

He said, " I mean, hell, we've got 'em out anyway, right?"

"You really think it'd be okay?" I said.

"Sure. You go ahead and let me watch. Make it more exciting for you. I'll rub
myself, let you look at my cock, then I'll go ahead. Sound okay?"

I nodded, still very nervous, managed to go head and wrap my hand around my
cock. He was right, it was fucking exciting, no doubt about it.

"Take your time," he said.

"I don't think I can," I said, almost out of breath with excitement.

"I know," he said, "I'm getting hot right now. I mean really hot, you know?"

He slowly stroked his cock as he watched me. I felt really good, letting him
watch, showing him my hard-on as I rubbed it, trying to keep it slow.

"I bet you squirt really good," he said, his voice getting rough and low,
straining to keep from blasting out a big load of thick, hot white cream.

Oh fuck, I was ready, practically moaning with the strain of holding back, but I
kept jacking slow, letting it build even more.

"Fuck yeah," he said, "look at that dick of yours. Fuck, you got a good load,
don't you?"

"I can't hold it," I said, desperately.

"Oh fuck yeah," he said, "let it go, let that thing shoot off."

"God," I said, "it's good you watching."

"Squirt, guy."

Then I couldn't hold it anymore.

My hand was a fucking blur as I stroked. Then it built up, my load, going,
going, fuck yeah, going, cock throbbing, squeezing. I knew he was watching, and
it was so goddamn fucking good. I stroked. Stroked. Stroked hard and fast.

Then I just fucking yelled with the explosion. I thought my eyes would pop as a
long, thick white stream burst out of me. Holy shit, it was good. A thick load
of my hot cream splashed against my chin.

He said, his voice shaking, "Fuck man, let it go, get it out. So fucking good,
isn't it."

My cock was hot with excitement, throbbing, squirting. I never wanted it to end.

"Shoot it," he said, "shoot it all over, that's right, Fuck yeah."

Finally it was over, pleasure straining every part of my body. I milked it,
getting a couple more quick, throbbing squirts as I squeezed.

"Man," he said, "that was a fucking wad."

I opened my eyes then and found that besides shooting against my own chin, I'd
shot off right on the head of his cock, a thick white strand hanging off it. My
cum was everywhere.

"A real, fucking wad," he said. He looked down. "Man, you got it right on the
head of my dick."

"I'm sorry," I said.

He laughed. "No, man, it felt good you shooting on me like that. Felt real
good."

He slid his fingers over the cum I'd squirted on him and used it to help slide
his hand back and forth on his cock.

"All right," he said, "fuck, I've got to fucking go for it."

"Yeah, man," I said.

"Yeah," he said, practically out of breath. "take a good look at this."

"Looking good, man."

His cock was like a piston, plunging back and forth as he stroked.

"Oh shit yeah, fucking yeah."

He thrust his hips back and forth, moaning, stroking it, letting it build up in
his balls, getting ready for the good thing, the release, like flames shooting
out of his shaft.

He moaned. "Oh yeah," he said, "yeah, yeah, fucking shit yeah," the words coming
close together in a kind of low puffing sound.

"Man, let's see it," I said. "Fucking do it, guy."

Suddenly the biggest load of white hot cum I'd ever seen blasted out of the
swollen head of his cock, most of it going over my shoulder against the wall
behind me, but some got my chin where it mingled with my own cum.

"Oh fuck, man," he said, "there's more."

Another wad shot out of him.

He bent over, still stroking that big thing. "Oh fuck, shit, it's so fucking
good."

Another smaller squirt, then it was over. He leaned against the wall of the
stall, his breath ragged and looked around. His hand was still holding his cock,
squeezing it, squeezing out every last drop.

I milked my own, another couple of sweet drops oozing out, feeling some of both
of our loads dripping thickly off my chin down onto my softening cock.

We stayed there for a bit, still watching each other's cocks. Finally, he tucked
his back into his pants and said goodbye.

It was nice outside, the sun warm, the breeze light and cooling. But it had been
damned good back inside the restroom. I felt almost as if I could get off again
if I wanted. I saved it for later and walked out of the park telling myself that
I just might spend part of another day there. It had been damned fine, a super
afternoon.