inspired by that ask from yesterday (and a different direct request) here is the rest of this sequence and this picks up within the previous sentence:
... the sensation creates a jolting, tingling feeling right between my eyes. i feel drunk as i breathe him in deep. breathing becomes difficult, however, as with one hand on the back of my head and the on my shoulder (for stability and balance, perhaps?) he grinds my face deeper into his pelvis. to account for this i try to breathe through my mouth instead, but it is at this point that i can feel something with a slowly increasing firmness rubbing against my lips.
just as suddenly as he shoved me in, he pulls me away. the hand that was on the back of my head moves to the bulge growing inches away from my face. he squeezes it twice and raises an eyebrow at me. but my faculties are returning. we're in a public park. a relatively secluded part, sure, but one that receives a lot of foot traffic even at this time of day. the two of us are right in view of where some hapless civilian could see us, and while the idea of that does strange things to my stomach and the tip of my own uncomfortably erect dick, i don't want to get into trouble.
somehow understanding this, he lets me go. the feeling of his hand leaves an tingling echo on my skin. but i get up nonetheless and dust off my knees. when i look back up, he's still got his hand on his dick, fully erect now, as he studies me carefully. i try to mirror his gaze in an oppositional sense--we can't do this here--but his eyes only flick momentarily to the left.
over there, behind a set of bushes, is a desire path down the the rivers edge. i've been there many times usually to pee out of sight when the port-a-johns are all locked up in the morning or to take overwrought pictures of the sunrise also in the mornings. my eyes return to his and he grins.
slowly, he steps into the bushes and practically vanishes down the path. a second passes by. and then another. i have no idea what to do, that jolting, tingling sensation in my head and the strange one burbling in my stomach return as a soft, but still cutting whistle trills through the air. i gulp. count to three. and follow my summons.
i'm not even all the way down the desire path before i see him. leaned against a tree, one hand tugging down his half tights and the other enticingly raised behind his head. he beckons me forward with a nod and my feet drag me forwards. this close and at eye level i can take him in for real. faced with the knowledge of what we're going to do--it is inevitable at this point, our bodies cannot resist and my mind has checked out to further indulge in the jolting-tingling--i freeze. what do i do? do i get back on my knees? do i kiss him? do i drop my own shorts and compression shorts?
and for a moment the devil may care smirk on his face leaves. he closes the distance between us and takes my face in his hands. we stand there for a moment, his eyes searching mine. for consent? for conviction? for a spontaneous amount of horny that matches his own?
at this distance, our erections (his half freed and mine still fully contained) brush against each other. the jolting-tingling tells me that this is inevitable, if i want it. and i do.
so i shrug my face out of his hands and bury my face in his chest, almost slipping because it's 80-something degrees and we both clearly just finished a run. but i catch myself by grabbing onto his hips as i nuzzle my way across his chest--peach fuzz-like hair tickling my cheeks--and to his armpit. i coax his arm up with my nose. this is the closest i can get to throwing down a gauntlet. if he wants this inevitability to become a reality, then he will have to take us over the edge.
i can feel a low chuckle emanating against my throat as he raises his arm, letting my face fall into his pit. which is significantly hairier than the rest of him--even the glimpse of his bush i saw is much more tame than the dark hair that overtakes my vision and cushions my face. the remnant scent of his deodorant and the newly forming musk of his post-run sweat enter my nostrils. Just as i start to breathe him in again, i feel his free hand--which i surreptitiously realize had still been on my face--grip the back of my neck and shove my head in deeper. the ghost of a fight or flight sense in my mind tells me that i am drowning and so i struggle against the force of his touch. but the more i do the more hair and sweat enters my mouth, threatening to overtake me from the inside. the jolting-tingling likes that. and i want to catalogue the flavors, but the sound of him saying something catches my attention.
suddenly his hand which had been holding me under is like a life preserver pulling me back out. i gasp and try to rub as much of whatever out of my eyes until i get my sight back. when i do i see that his other arm is raised. he nods to it as if telling me get to work. there is no need for him to smother me this time because i dive in breathing and inhaling and licking and tasting all that i can as his hand that isn't holding me down moves down my own chest over my stomach and into my shorts. i tense up when he squeezes me and shudder when he runs his thumb over the head. just when i start to thrust into his hand, he pushes me away.
"now it's my turn to taste you," he whispers, dropping to his knees. on his way down he takes my shorts with him.
i have to cover my mouth not to laugh at the look on his face as my dick sproings forth. the cartoonish zeal should extinguish the sexy of the moment, but with on hand on my right cheek he catches my dick with his left on the downbeat. he squeezes it again--does he have a squeezing fetish?--before lapping me up with his tongue. i don't precum and after a moment it seems like he has realizes this because wet and messy saliva begins to trick from his mouth and down my shaft. with thick new slickness his left hand begins to jerk up and down as his tongue continues to swirl around the head. i wheeze when he swallows me whole while his hand is on the downbeat of my shaft. but now with as much of me in him as can fit in one breath, his left hand moves to my hip to help pull me in closer.
after he does this again and again, i take my hands and place them on the sides of his head to stop him. he obeys and lets me slowly guide his mouth as i thrust into him. the feeling of his throat's warm wetness enveloping my dick sends the jolting-tingling into overdrive. i'm too close to the edge. i let him know, getting ready to withdraw and take my turn on my knees, but his right hand clutches my hip tight as he takes me in deep one last time.
the jolting-tingling begins to dissipate as i feel my climax leaving me and entering him. i'm still riding the heady feeling as he tugs me down so that i'm on my knees as well and pulls me in for a kiss. i shudder as he massages the taste of me into my mouth with his tongue, bitter in all the ways his sweat was salty. he pulls away and stands and i'm ready to do my best in return. but instead of making me suck he comes all over me. enough splatters across my face that i feel like it has supplanted all my own post-run perspiration. he swears and grunts as he keeps jerking himself off through his orgasm. i would follow suit but all i can do is watch, enraptured by the way the veins in his arms jump and the muscle of his chest bounces in this moment of voracious surrender to his pleasure.
and then with a deep breath he stops. he exhales twice and laughs before offering me a hand up. the two of us right ourselves as best we can--him with less to fix since he was only wearing a pair of half tights and me wiping off as much of his cum with my shirt which had fallen to the ground from its spot tucked into my shorts when he had tugged them down. i resolve to consider sucking on the remnants later when i get home since he didn't let me swallow.
once both of us are back to some semblance of normal (he's still half hard in his half tights, but perhaps no one will notice since almost everyone in this city who runs in them without some kind of underwear always seems to be) we work out who will leave first to cover our tracks--me since he still needs time deflate--and awkwardly say goodbye. as i make my way up the desire path and back onto the real trail he whistles for me again. i turn and see that he's gesturing with his fingers, his right pointer finger going into a hole made of his left pointer and thumb. next time, he mouths.
i nod shakily, the jolting-tingling rushing back down to my spent dick even though i have a feeling that's not where i'll be feeling that sensation should he and i meet in these woods again.
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