Gregory had often wondered how he would react if a man ever came on to him. He wasn't gay or even bisexual, just that little tiny bit curious. He'd never touched another man's cock, never even seen an erect one in real life other than his own, but somewhere in the back of his mind was that seed of curiosity. What would it be like to have another man's cock in his hand, in his mouth, even in his...? Yes, well that would be going too far, but nonetheless he wondered. If the chance ever came up, what would he do? Now it looked as though he was going to have an answer to that question.
He had come to the park simply because it was too nice a day to be stuck indoors and he had a good book he wanted to read. What better, he thought, than to spend his day off sitting on a bench in the shade of one of the big willow trees that lined the river bank and to pass a couple of lazy hours reading, especially now the full heat of the day was passed.
The park was pretty much deserted on a late weekday afternoon, but even so he had sat right in the middle of a solitary bench as clear signal that he wouldn't welcome company. So he was a bit surprised when a man came and sat next to him, intruding on his personal space and disturbing his concentration even though he didn't actually speak.
He glanced briefly across at the intruder, uncomfortable but determined not to show it. The man caught his gaze momentarily and smiled without speaking. Gregory ignored the smile and looked more closely at his unwelcome companion.
He saw a fair-haired man of about the same mid twenties age, a couple of inches taller than himself but of a slimmer build, and much better dressed in grey slacks and deep red sweater. The man smiled again and so Gregory gave him a cold stare and pointedly switched his attention back to his book.
The two sat silently side by side like that for another five or ten minutes, Gregory trying hard to take no notice of his companion and concentrate on his book, but finding it impossible. The man had fidgeted a couple of times, moving his body slightly as if looking for a more comfortable position, movements that Gregory had studiously ignored before he realised that in doing so the man had brought the back of his hand just slightly into contact with the side of Gregory's thigh. It had taken a minute or two for him to realise, but now the contact was unmistakeable through the thin material of his track suit. He even thought that the hand was purposely being pressed gently onto his leg although he wasn't sure.
The man moved again and now the contact was unmistakeable, because the backs of the man's fingers were actually moving slightly, softly stroking his thigh. Gregory's heart began to pound as he finally understood what was happening, even though his mind would have none of it and refused to believe that the contact was deliberate. Surely the movement was accidental, perhaps due to the man scratching his own leg, or something.
He risked a swift surreptitious glance, realised that the man was looking at him out of the corner of his eye, and then quickly looked back at his book before the man had a chance to react. He didn't want to catch his eye, daren't really, in case he gave himself away and acknowledged the touch, so he fixed his eyes intently on his book but without taking in the words, turning a page unread so as to seem as though he was still focussed on his reading. But the stroking was became just a little more noticeable, more insistent, and still he ignored it, even though his mouth was becoming dry because he knew the man must realise that he couldn't help but feel the movement now.
He stared at his book, not reading at all now, just staring, wondering what to do. He glanced around. They were on their own, nobody was within shouting distance, in fact nobody was in sight. Gregory was going to have to make his own decisions and he was frightened.
The man's hand moved, turned over, the flat of the palm now resting on Gregory's leg, caressing it gently, moving an inch or two up and down the muscle in the side of his leg. Now there was no doubt that it was deliberate, though the contact did not feel threatening. It felt quite nice actually, but it was wrong. He shouldn't be allowing it to happen, strangers didn't just stroke another man's leg unless they were intent on one thing, but Gregory didn't have the will to do anything about it, and in truth he wasn't even sure that he wanted to. His heart was racing, but he was no longer certain if it was fear or excitement. It was both, he decided, admitting to himself that pure undiluted fear was the main component though excitement was growing beneath it. He would wait and see what happened, after all, he hadn't said yes and he could always say no.
The man's hand was on the top of his thigh now, the strokes longer and firmer. Gregory could see the hand moving when he looked over the side of his book, a book that quivered in his trembling hands. He had given up any pretence of looking at it, but he daren't put it down because that would acknowledge what was happening and give his unspoken agreement. Instead he just held on to it like some kind of ineffectual shield and watched a man stroking his leg more and more boldly.
Soon he saw the hand move over his leg and push down between his knees, and felt it pulling his leg away, towards the man. He let it move, his legs parting and letting the man stroke the inside of his thigh, touching the more sensitive part of his leg. Slowly but surely the hand moved higher, twisting slightly to let fingertips go under Gregory's thigh, pulling his legs firmly wide open and exploring further until it finally made contact with his crotch.
Gregory gasped. This was it, this was a decision time, but he felt disconnected, unable to make a positive move either way. All he was capable of doing was letting it happen. He sat there with a book still in his hands and his legs wide apart, and let a strange man cautiously touch him.
When Gregory had gasped the man had hesitated, pausing until it was clear that the sudden exhalation was the only reaction he was going to get, and then he reached further, probing and exploring until he found Gregory's flaccid penis through his clothing and began to stroke it with his fingertips.
The moment for refusal had passed and Gregory knew it. He closed his book and placed it on the seat beside him before turning his head and looking directly at the man beside him. The man smiled gently as Gregory let his hands fall to his sides and rested against the back of the bench, surrendering to the attention, finally signalling his passive acceptance of what was happening. He couldn't respond, his brain denied what was happening and still wouldn't allow his body to react to a man's touch.
It seemed like hours that they sat silently side by side, the stranger reaching between his legs, fondling and manipulating Gregory's balls and cock through the soft clothing, but in reality he knew that it was only a few minutes before his cock began to respond, slowly unfurling and lengthening as the blood pumped into it until slowly but surely he became fully erect.
Gregory felt ashamed of his response, feeling it was wrong that he found a man's hand stimulating but unable to stop himself. He looked at the man, unsure what to do next, still wondering if he should stop what was happening, or even if he could. The man smiled that soft smile again and this time Gregory smiled back. Not a big broad smile but a tentative fleeting curl of his lips, a tiny automatic reaction that the man picked up on immediately and took as his cue.
'Hi, I'm Drew.'
He thought it bizarre that a man should introduce himself while at the same time running two fingers up and down the length of his shaft, but in the circumstances what else could he do but reply?
'Gregory.'
'Hello Gregory, nice to meet you.'
Gregory nodded a mute reply, trying to prevent the nervous giggle that was threatening to escape through the absurdity of the conversation.
'Is that nice?' Drew asked, motioning towards his hand with his eyes.
It was and Gregory was past denying it. In any case his erection would only make denial a lie. He nodded again.
'I'm glad. Shall we go somewhere else?'
This was it. This was the point of no return and Gregory was aware of it, but he had neither the will nor the courage to prevent it passing untaken. He nodded and looked around; wondering where in the park would be secret enough.
