Hello Reader! This is my first published story - I hope you like it, and I'd love to read any comments you might have!
All activities are consensual, and all characters described are over 18.
Enjoy!
-LazarusRex
It's the beginning of summer here in my hometown. This means all sorts of great things are getting started - farmers' markets, outdoor concerts, and women wearing more and more skimpy clothing. It's that last one that I'm most excited for, to be quite honest. I just live for seeing butts jiggle through their short shorts and nipples poke through tight t-shirts unimpeded by a bra. One of my favourite hobbies in the summer is to take a stroll through downtown and have a walk around the mall to catch a glimpse of the young women taking advantage of the warm weather by reducing the amount of fabric on their bodies to the bare minimum to be acceptable outside of a beach setting.
Once I've scoped out all the pert, poky nipples, delightfully jiggling boobs, and luscious smooth thighs rising to barely-covered round butts I can handle, I like to go to the park to jerk off thinking about the girls I've seen.
Now, I should clarify - my hometown's got a much more ... relaxed attitude towards sex and masturbation than most places. There's various theories and versions of the exact nature of our founder's specific proclivities, but whether he was the leader of debauched sex cult, a naturist who wanted to return to a simpler time, or just a free thinker who wanted to avoid barriers, the results are that we've had virtually no laws regulating sex between consenting adults since the town was founded in the mid-19
th
century.
There have been tons of social benefits to this relaxed attitude from the very beginning. The town has always been a haven for same-sex couples and the gay community, who did not need to fear the persecution of indecency or sodomy laws when those were still on the books elsewhere. There's much less stigma and fewer hang-ups about sexual activity, since pretty much everyone is doing it all the time. It also makes finding a compatible partner easier (and more fun!) since experimenting with different people and activities is actively encouraged. Medical care has benefitted and developed from the town's openness as well, meaning that STIs have been effectively eliminated, and safe and effective contraceptive drugs are freely available.
What it also means, in simpler terms, is that you can rub one out or fuck outside in public, completely legally.
And that was just what I intended to do today. Even though it's considered a pretty regular pastime, especially for a young man, I always get a bit of a rush from doing something that feels so pleasurable and personal where anyone at all could see.
I strolled over to my favourite park, ready to relieve the pressure I'd been building up all morning. The park is just a couple blocks from the noise and bustle of downtown, but plenty of people still walk by, meaning my odds of seeing some more hotties was pretty good. The weather was beautiful and sunny, the grass was thick and green, and flowers bloomed all around the park's central fountain.
As I walked to my favourite spot, I passed a middle-aged couple whose romantic picnic, it seemed, had gone swimmingly, since they were engaged in a bout of passionate and enthusiastic lovemaking on a checkered blanket under a shady tree.
I paused for a moment to watch them, knowing they wouldn't mind. They were going at it missionary-style, and it looked they had been going for some time, given the sheen of sweat on both their naked bodies. I could feel my dick beginning to swell in my shorts as I saw the woman's sizable breasts bounce and flop as her partner slammed his thick cock into her soaked entrance over and over. He was pounding slowly, pulling his juice-soaked penis nearly out of her hair-rimmed pussy, pausing a moment, then thrusting it back in to the hilt, causing her whole body, but especially her big tits, to jiggle from the impact. I was loving the show, but had resolved not to take out my own penis until I was seated in my favourite spot, for reasons I'll get to in a moment.
Then, with one particularly strong thrust that nearly gave his partner two black eyes from her own boobs flopping up to her face, I heard the man speak to her, and none too quietly.
"Oh Lord, Darla, I think I'm there!" he grunted.
"So am I Greg, so am I, just keep going, faster, faster!" she panted excitedly.
With that, Greg's thrusts picked up speed and intensity, his hips becoming nearly a blur as he changed from long, slow, intentional strokes to rapid-fire thrusts of his hard dick into Darla's slick tunnel, causing her boobs to flop and wobble every which way, with no time to settle between impacts. Darla gripped the blanket tight with both hands and began to babble incoherently as Greg went balls-deep one final time, throwing his head back and making a sound that was halfway between a primal scream and "I love you so much!"
As Greg's heavy testicles were no doubt in the process of emptying themselves completely into Darla's receptive womb, they kissed deeply, then uncoupled a moment later.
Greg flopped on his back, covering his forehead with the back of his forearm, dripping wet softening penis resting on his hairy belly, evidently spent by the enthusiasm and intensity of the hard dicking he had just provided, while Darla scooted back to catch her breath sitting upright against the tree. In that position, she noticed me standing there rapt for the first time. She shot me a wink, pushed her breasts together, and spread her legs open a little wider to give me a clear view of the white semen dribbling out of her soaked and red pussy lips. I returned with a smile and a wave - she might have been old enough to be my mother, but that image of her sitting there completely naked, showing off her thick tits and jizz-filled pussy for me, was definitely going into my mental spank-bank. I gave her one last grin and adjusted my shorts slightly to make the throbbing erection hidden within obvious, and heading on my way.
I soon came to my favourite spot, a shady picnic table that looked out onto the sidewalk of a major side street - a popular spot for joggers, dog walkers and people from the nearby residential neighbourhood enjoying a stroll.
I liked it for the people-watching potential, by which I mean the odds of spotting more girls in skimpy clothes. While I liked the idea anyone walking by would see me touching myself, what really excited me was women seeing me pleasuring myself, and their responses to me offering a friendly smile while continuing to rub my erect cock.
Of course, this kind of thing is hardly uncommon in my town, so many simply keep going with no real acknowledgement, but I get plenty of winks, waves, and grins as well. My favourite is when a group of friends walks by and chatters amongst themselves after seeing me. It doesn't really matter to me
what
they're saying - I just like that my naked penis was noteworthy enough for discussion.
Well, no, that's a lie actually, my
favourite
is the rare times when a particularly interested woman sees me, and offers to lend me a hand ... or a mouth ... or, on a few memorable occasions, another orifice altogether...
Finding my picnic table unoccupied, I began to hurriedly get undressed so I could get started on the task that was occupying my mind and engorging my member. I untied my shoes, stripped off my shorts, and, after a moment's consideration, my shirt as well. I'd had too many nice shirts stained by some globules of spunk that flew in unexpected directions during some particularly vigorous masturbation sessions. I folded my clothes and put them on the table, and then, savouring the feeling of excitement that always comes with it, hooked my thumbs into my boxer shorts and slid them down.
I guess I should describe what kind of guy I am for your sake. I'm white, in my early 20s, with a short beard and longish hair I can never quite get to do exactly the "stylish bedhead" look I want. I wish I could say I was some muscled Adonis from an erotic story, but the truth is that despite being taller than most people at six foot three, my body's of pretty average build. My cock too is sadly not a foot-long arm-thick wrecking implement of vaginal destruction, but
is
decently thick, uncircumcised, and about seven inches long. I was ecstatic to learn that's a bit above average as an insecure teenage boy. I like to keep my pubic hair trimmed and cleaned up, but not shaved all the way.
Anyway, that's the person any passerby would have seen as I sat down on the bench, legs spread, fist beginning to slowly stroke my stiff shaft as my balls cried out for relief. I rubbed slowly at first, sliding my fist along my engorged member and I fondled my churning balls with my left hand, encouraging them to work up even more of a load. Despite my testicles protesting otherwise, I was in no rush.
