Reading a few stories about outdoor fun reminded me of my first ever encounter with a stranger. This was decades ago, long before such handy tools as mobile phones and the internet. If you have read any of my stories you will find this fits in after my first few sexual adventures, but before I started attending parties.
I lived about 10mins walk from a large park/woodland. As well as the usual football and cricket pitches there were lots of paths through the trees, often leading to hidden glades. Having grown up there I knew the place like the back of my hand, and had a particular favourite spot hidden away deep in the woods at the very top of the park. It was only possible to get in there by following a path that led off a path that led off another path, and seemed to be just a wall of bramble and trees. Push through though and you popped out into a small open area where there were a couple of benches.
Many a time I would go there just to be alone, taking a book or, as on this occasion, my acoustic guitar.
It was a lovely summers day and I was bored at home. My father was on a night shift so I could not play in the house so I took my guitar and walked to the top of our garden, through the woods and to my favourite spot. On a day like that, and because it was in the 6 week holidays the main sections of the park was busy with families and kids enjoying the facilities, picnics etc. My hidden spot was well away from all of them though, so I could chill out and enjoy the solitude.
As the day progressed it got hotter and I took my tee shirt off, just sitting on the grass in my shorts with my back to one of the benches. I think I was starting to doze a little, as one minute I was alone, and the next there was someone just sitting down on other bench a few feet away from me.
He was a short guy, in his 60’s I would guess. A bit overweight but smartly dressed in a polo shirts and shorts, with a small leather bag over one shoulder. His most noticeable feature was the impressive head of snow white hair which was carefully styled and primped. Having made eye contact we exchanged a hello, and he used this as a means to engage me in conversation.
He was pretty easy to chat to and, although I usually preferred my own company, we seemed to get on. After 10mins or so he got up and came and sat on the bench I was leaning against, sitting close enough to me that his knee occasionally touched my naked shoulder. We continued our chat, and as it was an awkward angle with me sitting on the ground, I got up and sat next to him, close enough to find out that he smelt really good.
He asked about my guitar and said he had always wanted to learn to play. I offered him a go. With the guitar in hand I shuffled up next to him, our skin touching where our shorts ended as I positioned his left hand on the neck. I then reached around him with my right arm to adjust his right hand, pressing my naked upper body against him.
I was just thinking how good he smelt when his left hand dropped from the guitar neck, landed on my thigh and boldly pushed his way up into my shorts. I was so startled I let out a yelp of surprise, but this didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest and in seconds his fingers were inside my underwear, touching my cock.
I was still trying to understand what was happening, but my body had no such hesitation, and my dick was already hardening rapidly as he stroked it. He put the guitar to one side and swapped hands, now grasping the rigid shaft with his right hand. Neither of us said anything until he put his left arm round my shoulder and pushed his face into my neck. “Isn’t this nice?” He asked “Doesn’t that feel nice? Do you like me touching you there?” I nodded, but he said “no, you have to tell me. Do you like this?”
“Yes” I said a little breathlessly, as he started to gently pump my dick. “Mmmm, very good” he continued. “I think you need to stand up and take those shorts off. I didn’t need asking twice and in a flash I was standing in front of him, naked except for my trainers. My prick was rock hard and throbbing, and the stranger immediately reached to start stroking it. As he used his right hand on the shaft he reached under with his left to cup my balls, making me groan with pleasure.
I groaned a lot more when he pulled me to him and took my meat in his mouth. His first gentle licking and sucking quickly became rapid bobbing, and his cupping hands started to squeeze and pull on my balls, sending electric shocks of painful pleasure through my body. I was not able to hold out for long and, with a tightening pulse that ran through my whole body, I shot a load of hot semen into his waiting mouth. He clearly enjoyed taking my load, as he was moaning too in between swallowing. Even once I had cum he kept his mouth on me, milking me of every drop of cum until my cock wilted into a semi rigid state.
As the blood rush subsided I realised I was standing stark naked in a public place, and I rushed to pick my shorts and underpants up. As I did he took the underwear off me, buried his face in them and breathed in deeply. It seemed an odd thing to do but was also very erotic, and something I thought about many times afterwards when pleasuring myself.
Taking them back and pulling my shorts on the stranger sat watching me and smiling. “Did you like that?” He asked, and I nodded vigorously before remembering to say yes. “Good” he purred, “well I think to say thank you, you could do something for me.” and patted the seat next to him.
I sat down and a second later he pulled the front of his shorts down to reveal his semi rigid cock and heavy balls. He was only average sized, but it seemed bigger because he was perfectly smooth and hairless.
He grasped the shaft pulling the foreskin back to reveal a mushroom head. “Put your hand here” he ordered, making me take over. At my first touch he took a long intake of breath, which turned into a moan as I started to wank him. He was making little “oh” sounds with every stroke, and was soon as hard as iron and leaking precum.
The sight of this was too much of a temptation for me, and I bent my head down to lick his swollen helmet. The effect on him was instant. His cock jumped as he let out quite a loud shout of surprise. He smelt so good, clean but with a hint of musky sex, and forgetting about caution I swallowed him whole and began to go down on him.
I’m not sure if he had intended or expected this, but he certainly was loving it, and I too was enjoying every moment. Too soon though he became more vocal and, with a pulse and a swelling, his cock exploded in my mouth. His load was sweeter than any cum I had ever tasted and I made sure I drained him fully, whilst he gasped and whimpered.
Once his cock had shrivelled he pulled his shorts up and stood and said thank you. I thought for a moment he was going to reach up and go for a kiss, but at that moment there was a rustle and a man appeared in the clearing. He stopped at the entrance and just stared at us, his hands in his pockets and smiling. This new person was mid thirties, skinny and dressed in a scruffy tracksuit.
The stranger seemed eager to get away and scuttled off through the entrance without another word, passing the other bloke without making eye contact. I took a moment to put my tee shirt back on and collect my guitar before heading towards the path and the waiting stranger. He kept his gaze locked on me and, when I was only a couple of feet away from him, he suddenly pulled his hands out of his pockets and in one swift move pulled his tracksuit bottoms down round his knees.
He wasn’t wearing underwear so his thin but large, erect cock sprang out, emerging from a dark bush of pubes. I was so surprised and shocked by this that I hurriedly squeezed past him and walked rapidly away, only checking behind me to see if I was being followed when I had put a decent distance between us.
That night I lay in bed, thinking about the days strange turn of events. Of course I had enjoyed the stranger making a move on me, but the thing that kept coming back to me was how exciting it was having the 2nd man expose himself to me, what would have happened if I had stayed, and what were the chances of finding two perverts who just happened to be hanging around in such an out of the way place at the same time!
