In the Park Sweaty Frisking & Hungry for Cocks
The sun beat down on the city park, scorching the picnic benches and spurring the fountain to an enthusiastic trickle. Sweat tiptoed along my forehead as I meandered through the lush, verdant trees that lined the pathways. In the late afternoon air, the sweet smell of gay sex hung heavily on the breeze. I could feel the tension emanating from the boys that prowled around the park, lust pouring off their fresh, young bodies like sweet cream.
The air was heavy with carnal curiosity and shapes and shadows, all seeking the same thing - another boy to edge into the most forbidden of pleasures. Every now and then, two boys would meet up and, in hushed tones, agree to a little something extra, creating a delicious kind of tension for the rest of us. It was a summer of sweaty frisking and hungry cocks, all looking for a way to sate their desires.
Table of Contents
- 1. Nothing To Hide in the Dark – Cruise and Flirt
- 2. Dripping Pedal Pushers - Close Encounters in the Undergrowth
- 3. Nuzzle To Moments of Ecstasy – Sweaty Fumbling and Lusting over Bodies
- 4. Luring in the Open – Seeking and Fettering Out hidden Cravings
- In Retrospect
1. Nothing To Hide in the Dark - Cruise and Flirt
Rear View Fumbling
My soft wander had me skipping from bench to bench testing the strength of the wood, while my gaze leaned towards a few hunks walking nearby. At a quickened pace, I eventually occupied a highly strategic spot where I could better detect looks of interest or curious glancing. Postures improved, my senses taking formation in the secret vacuum of my desires – the air around me vibrating with the growing magnetism of a summer night.
Suddenly, my peripheral vision detected a cocky frisk behind me. The moves looked fit and the swagger suave. He inched closer, and with trifling amusement, his fingers started to grapple with mine. Secret mind games told me he wanted more, his gesticulation full of hidden passion. My body sharpened, a shadow slowly engulfing our intimate movements. We found moments of relief, space to take deep breaths and taste the energy that built around us. The capital of physical attraction; a place where nerve endings take course, and maddening beatings send elation to the core. His hands moved feverishly through cloth apparel, parting parts no man should miss out on. A semi-public dusk, full of intimate thrill – that moment had us anxious and deeply hungry for cocks.
Late Night Kneading
We left the park and hauled back to his place with a tight embrace of fire and naughtiness. The doorman let us pass, turned his back in appreciation of our discreet union. Inside, his apartment exuded the familiar smell of sensual patience. He started to undress me standing, dogtag jangling against my pearlescent skin. There was no turning back; bold, exact moves reciting the comedy of erotic eruptions. My nerves still tense, his hands quivered as they kneaded and rubbered every last part of me.
Grunts and growls became local vernacular, their sweat making the experience that much juicier. Playful sounds of ferocity pirouetting with those of deeper resonance, trading between the two as if sound was no longer a form of communication. In a trance of natural dampness, they kept on bobbing and weaving between goodness and spilled kisses, quickened thoughts that felt like bird stories read from inside the soul. Exhaustion ensued, pounding hearts and inner alchemy stirring together eternal bonds.
2. Dripping Pedal Pushers – Close Encounters in the Undergrowth
The overgrown hill held a special kind of lure. Its dark, private pockets of beneath the trees became the dwellers of hidden danger and need. Heading there on my bike, I imagined what kind of deviant activities I’d find lying inside.
The rustling leaves from the decline filled my nose along with the sweet scent of nearby dogwoods. This, combined with the searing heat, set the whole scene on fire and the anticipation for the unknown pushed me further down the hill. I could almost feel the creeks and streams rush by me in anticipation as I pushed closer to the unkempt undergrowth.
The further into the thicket I went the more I could see and feel. I pulled out the pedal pushers, letting my pithier and more aching self free. My hands snapped to life, feeling the overgrowth scratch and grope at my waist. Becoming drenched in sweat, I kept pushing forward until I could feel their presence in the air around me.
- Naked forms against all the forbidden foliage
- Hungry hunger raw like the leaves scraping
- Unbridled passions stuck between branches taken away with the wind
We intertwined in colliding desires, taking each other in just as much as the surrounding nature. As our lips melted against each other and our cocks consumed one another. I knew the dehydration of the park was only the start of a night of hidden pleasure for us all. The distant crack of a thunder in the air seemed to force a heightened sense of urgency into our playful activities.
We knew time was precious and had to take every moment we could. Pumping and pushing and clawing at each other we were a tangled mess of desires and misplaced passions. Lives too far overboard and hoping back on shore. But for now we just kept pushing pedal pushers of pleasure, until we both were spent and exhausted and baptized in sweat and pleasure.
3. Nuzzle To Moments of Ecstasy – Sweaty Fumbling and Lusting over Bodies
On the Rocky Bed of the Grass
Frosted breaths left our bodies in the starlit darkness of the park that night, we laid on the rocky bed of the grass. Giddy with an eagerness born of unfamiliarity, our hands explored each nook and cranny of each others bodies. Our movements filled the air around us, and the smell of sweat and anticipation was almost palpable.
We grew hungrier with each touch, desperate to plunge our needy cocks deep into each other. Hungry and thirsty for more of each other, we hungrily kissed and pleasured each other’s bodies. Our moans and sighs of satisfaction filled the air, and we clung to each other in a passionate embrace. Nuzzling and licking our way towards moments of ecstasy, our sweat mingled with each tangle of fierce, tempestuous lust. Our mouths found each other hungrily and our hands groped and explored without restraint. Our cocks throbbed harder and harder with each movement until, finally, we relieved our longing with a hot explosion of cum.
4. Luring in the Open – Seeking and Fettering Out hidden Cravings
The space between trees was tight enough to press his need against me. Pleasure raced across my skin, the catch in my throat wasn’t from the humidity that clung so thick, it was from letting my guard down to let someone have me. Peeling away my shirt, I felt his eagerness seeping through his touch, lunged forward for a deeper embrace while the heat pressed together in a steadier rhythm. Nothing but the mugginess of the park beside us, I didn’t want to move, I only wanted to release what had been locked away, aching for a wave of sensation to release me from my own barriers.
He pulled me in hard against him, blatant in wanting to feel every bit of what was pulse to pulse. His lips pulled at my mouth, teasing me to take all he was giving, never backing away, never faltering on the promise of pleasure. His body radiated a burning curiosity as he ran his hands along my chest, probing, exploring new territory. I balled my hands into fists as my gut lurched with anticipation. His hungry kiss melted away my carefulness and I clutched his waist, ready to take anything he wanted to give. I abandoned myself to let loose with what I was scared to admit I need. As the setting sun began to relinquish its final embrace of the day, I pressed my cravings into the muscular frame of the man I now saw with a new sense of freedom.
In Retrospect
The night had come to a close and our tender sweat-soaked bodies had all melted in a passionate embrace. On this night, we had experienced the secret of the wild, the youthfulness of our gay desires, and the electrifying thrill of the forbidden. The park still reeked of our vulnerability and our hungry wanderings in search of cocks. As we parted ways into the darkness of the night, I felt hollow and satisfied. Relieved of our primal drives, we walked away with warm smiles from ear to ear, with a deeper understanding of pleasure and of the kaleidoscope of emotions that comes with frisking in the park.
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