Waggoner Park IV : Panties

I begrudgingly thanked her but was afraid to look in the bag. At home I just threw the bag on my dresser and forgot about it.

Saturday morning I got to Waggoner Park firsts. I was sitting on the bench when I saw Austin coming across the parking lot. With his cleats hanging over his shoulder by the strings and his glove in his hand he looked like nothing more than another teenager there for a pick-up softball game. He was nervous when he sat down beside me but he had the beginnings of an erection pouching out his pants.

We chatted about school and soft ball for a couple of minutes because a couple of walkers stopped within hearing to use the water fountain. When they moved out of ear shot I said, “Keep talking about baseball but when I get up walk with me. I know a secluded place where we can have so privacy.” Trusting, he fell right beside, continuing to complain about his math teacher as we walked.

We crossed the foot bridge and went left on the walking trail. Within 30 feet the path started twisting and turning so much that for all practical purposes we could be seen from the parking lot area. We rounded a corner and were even more concealed. Stepping to the left we quickly wend or way through the thick brushes. Within 5 steps we were hidden from the trail. A couple of steps further and we were in a small clearing. It was maybe 15 feet across.

When Austin saw me pull some cardboard out of the bushes and knelt down. At first he had a blank look. And then his eyes lit up with understanding. Smiling, as he stepped towards where I was kneeling, his hand went to his zipper. In seconds his zipper was down, his fly open and his cock was in his hand. This would be the first time he ever had his cock sucked but he knew what he wanted and what he had to do to make it happen.

Austin was only about half hard when he went into my mouth. As it lay limp on my tongue I closed my lips around it and just held it in my mouth. As it slowly hardened he started fidgeting. By the time he was full hard, he was positively hopping around with a stupid grin on his face. Putting my hands on his butt to hold him still, I slowly pulled back to the head and then plunged back to the base.

Too excited to stand still, Austin was soon working his hips in sync with my bobbing. As excited as he was it didn’t take him long until he was coating my mouth and throat with thick salty teenage cum.

While Austin was calming down, I made a date with him to go riding around Tuesday evening. I was to pick him up between 7 and 8, depending on what time dinner was over.

Austin and I walked back out together like nothing had happened. Back at the turn around I watched Austin walked back across the parking lot. Turning I headed back along the walking trail to where I’d hidden my bike. A turn or 2 past where Austin and I’d played there was a guy standing off the trail in the bushes. Where he was standing I was right up on him before I saw him. Startled I stopped and stared. He was an average looking guy, maybe mid to late 30s. The type guy you’d pass on the street and never notice. As I watched he cupped his balls. When that didn’t send me scurrying on up the trail in repulsion, he motioned with his chin for me to follow him.

We wove around a few bushes to a small clearing. Still without out speaking, his hands on my shoulders pushed me down to my knees. Words were not necessary then. As he stared down at me with a cross between a smile and a smirk on his face I unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. When I pulled his fly open he wasn’t wearing any underwear so his cock jumped right out in my face.

It was straight, cut, nice mushroom head and it was about 6.5 to 7 inches long or so. He hunched his hips forward, took my hand and placed it on his cock. I was taken aback for a moment. I jacked off guys on numerous occasions and knew just how they liked it. But as I started move my hand up and down, he reached down and placed his hand firmly on the back of my head and like I was a novice said, "No, no…use your mouth. Suck on my cock. But be careful with your teeth."

When he pressed I couldn't resist, I slipped my lips around the gleaming head and moved my mouth down its length. And as I thought when it popped out of his fly, a perfect fit for my mouth. I held it and applied suction.

Again like I didn’t know what I was doing, he said, “Move your mouth up and down. It’s like jacking me off with your mouth. Lick it. Move your tongue around it."

Hold his shaft I raised and lowered my head a few times. His hand pressed my head downward and I almost gagged his cock expanded and filled my mouth. I took a tight grip on my momentary panic and concentrated on breathing through my nose.

I remembered his instruction to ‘lick it’ and started moving my tongue round and round the base of the head and licking up and down the shaft. I went on sucking his muscular shaft.

I picked up the tempo a little, cued by the increasing motion of the stranger’s hips. As he neared his climax, both of the stranger’s hands held my head firmly and pressed it downward. I let go with my hand to steady my balance as I felt the head of his slippery cock poke the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex and squeezed my eyes shut.

The cum burst against my epiglottis and I swallowed reflexively. And was thankful that I did, because the first spurt was followed by at least four more spurts. I kept gulping the salty stuff until the pressure of his hands eased. Even then, part of it got into my sinuses and dripped out my nostrils. The stranger sighed as I raised my head. His cock shrank again.

Minutes later his pants were up and he was disappearing into the bushes.

Standing up, I followed him through the bushes but instead of heading back up the trail to the turnaround, I went the other way deeper into the woods to where I’d hidden my bike. Five minutes later I was peddling down the street home.

I got there just in time to shower and dress for supper. Towel around my waist from the shower, I opened my underwear drawer and almost fainted. The panties that I’d left in their Wal-Mart bag on my dresser were now folded and taking up half my underwear drawer.

As I stood there dumbfounded my mom said from the door, “It’s OK to wear those but don’t let your father see them. He wouldn’t understand.”

We had out-of-town company so I was unable to make Sunday night at the park.

Tuesday evening rolled around and wearing white briefs instead of panties, I picked up Austin in my 6 cylinder 53 Bel-Air Chev. For appearance sake and to be seen around town we cruised the Griddle hamburger stand and then made the circuit up the street to the Dairy Queen. On the second lap we got a couple of malts. Now that we’d made our appearance it was safe to slip away to Tarrant Road where we could find a private place to park on one of the deserted dirt roads.

Because the steering wheel was in the way, Austin leaned sideways against the door with his legs spread, his right foot on the floor and the left bent and against the back of the seat. Me, I knelt sideways on the driver’s side and lowered my face between his legs. More experienced now, Austin was able to help me and he lasted longer. As I sucked, he held my head and was soon working his hips, pumping his hard teenage cock in and out of my mouth. As things heated up he wrapped his left leg around my neck.

There was a powerful explosion and my mouth was flooded with a mouth full of thick hot cum. Explosions abated, we just held our positions as his cock went limp in my mouth.

I don’t think I would be able to add Austin to the van click but I was going to fit him and his nice cock in somewhere.