The sun was busy playing hide and seek with the clouds, casting shadows over the jogging trail. It was going to set soon and the park was getting emptier and emptier. My new sneakers still felt a little off as I jogged down the trail, nodding once in a while at the men who ran past me. Usually my eyes never leave the pavement. I am a shy one, I've been told. But today I felt a little different --a bit cocky, a bit reckless. Perhaps it was the audacity of the short shorts I'd chosen, the fabric light against my skin, a little too short to let things slip by 'accident'. Or maybe it was the absence of underwear that made me slightly hard.
As I jogged past the common area, where families picnicked and couples walked holding hands, I felt the weight of judging eyes. Probably just my own anxieties. as no one was looking at me. Still I smirked, the front of my shorts clearly showing an imprint of my semi hard dick swinging back and forth, unrestrained within. I whirred off into the more secluded part of the trail. The plan was to get some man to notice me, give a signal, a glance at my crotch was enough, I'll do the rest to entice him into some action. But after 40 minutes in, there has been no luck.
With the darkness now creeping in, I thought it was better if I handled this --my hardening dick--myself than waiting for some guy. I wanted a release, an outdoor jerk off session is still better than going home with blue balls anyways. I jogged off the trail into the forested area behind the shrubs and trees. Here, underneath the canopy of leaves, I felt a surge of boldness.
I slowed to a halt, my breaths deep and satisfying. I was slick with sweat, my mahogany body shining like my skin was oiled. I had no shirt on. My fingers, acting on a carnal impulse, touched the tips of my hardening nipples, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. I always forget how sensitive I am. My dick too leapt a little under my shorts demanding some more attention.
Looking around seeing how the bushes had partially hidden me from the jogging trail, I felt bold, I felt kinky. I smirked as my fingers pulled my shorts that loosely clung to my hips down and let them fall to my ankles. The cool air greeted my sweaty nakedness and hard pulsing cock that rose and curved slightly upwards to my torso. I was stiff. I could hear people afar, oblivious, unaware of my nude body, my hard member bouncing in arousal.
Fuck, I'm such a pervert.
With a recklessness seeping deeper with lust, I took off my shorts and draped it on my shoulder and plunged deeper into the forested area. I needed some concrete or a bench to lay down on. If I am going to play with my cock in the wild, I am going to do it my way, legs spread apart, one hand on my balls and the other a fist around my cock, hips thrusting up. I found the old basketball court that no one uses anymore and made my way there.
That's when I saw him. The guy, almost camouflaged in the shadows, taking a few steps forward to let me know his presence. I shuddered, a deep shame ran through me and I cupped my cock to hide my nudity but I was feeble in my trial and I had somehow gotten harder. He wasn't a big dude. He was tall, lean, and almost a twink. Buzzcut hair, thick lips and a shade of beard, he was draped in an oversized hoodie and joggers.
Honestly I was frozen. Shaking a little even. I wanted to flee. I was going to flee as he took his steps forward but then I saw it, his cocky smile. Him licking his lips, eyes traveling down to my barely hidden modesty. He knew the game and he wanted to play. The front of his joggers protruding, stiff as I was.
His eyes were dark, and brows thick and black. There was hesitation in his movements but he wanted what I needed so I dropped my hands, freeing my hard cock that bounced, still hard and now leaking precum. He rubbed the front of his own pants, biting his lower lip, still looking at me up and down.
