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The Footballer in the Gazebo
Razing the Field at Night
It had been a while since I’d had any action, so I went online looking for a jerk off. Somehow, I ended up on a site flashing local cruising spots.
A notification got my attention. It was a map of my local area. I had this moment of panic, like, was my laptop watching me? For a moment I looked around, but then laughed at myself and that paranoia.
I couldn’t help but click. There was a park near my house, in fact, a very short walk.
Before I could change my mind, I took some notes on exactly where this suggested cruising area was, grabbed my trainers and keys and left my house.
I knew the park fairly well, but the particular area suggested was on the other side and less known.
I walked through the park, my trainers slapping the pavement before it became a gravel path and the sound changed. The night was warm, the moon was almost full and lit everything in an almost magical way as insects announced their presence, then went quiet when I approached. In the center of the park was a large lake, with city lights shimmering and reflecting across the lake.
As I rounded the park, the trees stood dark and dense along the water’s edge, their branches stirring gently in the light breeze. I followed the route to that area I’d read about, which was apparently a hidden patch where men went after dark. I wasn’t even sure it was real, but I wanted to find out.
When I entered what I thought was the place, it became a lot quieter, even the insects did not dare enter this area. It made my breath feel too loud. I slowed, glancing through the trees, half-expecting shadows to shift, though maybe that was just the nerves crawling up the back of my neck as I began to second-guess this venture.
I followed the path until it curled along the lake. The glow from the city reflected across the water. I could see my own reflection in places where the breeze had stopped, dark and still. The deeper I went, the cooler the air felt, though it was still warm. I wondered if the whole thing had been a marketing trick. Like, you were supposed to click, not actually go looking for it. A place that was hypothetical.
Then I saw him.
He was walking ahead of me, shoulders broad under the silver moonlight, a faded football tee from my local club clinging damp to his chest. His dark training shorts swayed against his thighs, long socks still pulled to his knees, grass-stained, cleats tapping softly on the gravel as he walked. A sports bag was slung over one shoulder and kept slipping down his arm.
He moved slowly, glancing over his shoulder every few steps, eyes flicking through the trees as if he wasn’t sure this was safe.
He came from the opposite direction, only glancing at me once, then disappeared behind me.
But when I saw his face, and those eyes, I felt a jolt of excitement.
They were blue, mysterious, and cautious. There was an urgency in them that made me think he might actually be here cruising.
He was too handsome. Late twenties, maybe. Not carved like the gym boys, just strong, built from living, with strong pecs and arms beneath his tee. But the way his shoulders tightened when he looked around made my heart race.
I looked behind me.
He looked back, quick, then faced forward again and resumed his pace.
I stopped on this path and watched him. He suddenly turned down a sloping trail that bent toward the darker trees by the water. His hand went to his waistband like he was checking his shorts were tied, a quick, anxious tug.
I thought maybe I’d imagined the look.
He walked on.
I stood there, frozen, my heart hammering.
I wanted this man.
I didn’t know if I should follow or just keep walking, pretend I’d never seen him, pretend this wasn’t what I’d come for. The path curved and his body slipped in and out of patches of moonlight until it disappeared.
As I’d done earlier, I forced myself to follow him. I didn’t want to make it obvious I was following him. It was just a coincidence that I’d doubled back to follow him down a dark path.
The air got heavier under the trees, the smell of warm bark and earth pushing into my lungs. My feet sounded too loud, but I couldn’t stop. My heart raced at the thought of being close to him.
Near a gap in the trees that opened toward the lake, I saw a gazebo I’d never seen before. He slowly walked along the wooden plank into the gazebo and became a silhouette. His head kept turning, scanning the shadows, like even he wasn’t sure he should be here.
I saw his shoulders rise as he breathed.
He turned, leaned against a wooden pole and watched me.
And waited.
I followed him slowly, pretending I wasn’t stalking him, while I stalked him.
One slow step at a time, I walked the same plank he’d just passed. As I entered that dark space, my eyes adjusted and I moved to the other side of the gazebo.
I leaned against a wooden pole and watched him from there, watching me.
For minutes, we watched each other, neither of us moving. I began to fear that he was wondering why I’d followed him. Maybe he’d just come from football practice and was out for a walk.
Then I saw it. His cock was out of his zipper. Just hanging there, his hand gently stroking.
How could I have missed that?
I didn’t exactly know the protocol for this stuff, having only experimented with it during college, and even then only a couple of times.
So I pulled out my cock, which was a struggle to do subtly, my shorts were tight and I was already rock hard. There were too many shadows in that space to get a good look at his cock, but it didn’t look small.
Then, he slowly walked along the perimeter of the gazebo, glancing back towards the trees, then along the lake’s bank as he moved towards me.
A few feet away, I scanned him. Even in that darkness, I could see those blue eyes watching me stroke my cock, then up to my face as he stroked, while he slowly walked closer.
I turned to face him, after also glancing towards the bushes, and closed the gap between us.
“Hey,” he said, in a deep voice that revealed more about him.
“Hey,” I said, taking another step closer to him.
I felt my pulse race as I found myself in front of this hot footballer.
“How’s your night?” he asked me, staring into my eyes in a way that felt a bit too intense for this encounter, and making me a little nervous.
I exhaled, trying to regain composure. “Good, just out for a walk. Never been here,” I told him.
He smiled, and my heart fluttered. Fucking cute.
A small nose, that cute moustache that sometimes makes me think of a young man trying to look grown up. My dick liked it too, as it throbbed in my hand. This footballer had a big cock, uncut, lots of foreskin, thick, very suckable. I studied him, not entirely sure what the protocol was here.
“I’ve tried it a few times,” he said quietly, “but timing is everything.” That low voice again, with a local accent.
He smelled like sweat barely masked by deodorant, sharp and warm, like he’d just left the locker room. Masculine. Straight. His hand reached out to touch my cock.
I leaked.
Even with a slightly shaky hand, I reached out. Then he stepped even closer, so our bodies were next to each other. His cock was hot to the touch, and thick. I could barely get my grip all the way around it. The tip was a little sticky, so I stroked it with my thumb as I slowed stroked it and explored it.
I looked up, still a little nervous, to find him watching me.
“What’s your name?” he asked me.
I was a bit taken aback. I wasn’t sure the protocol but I didn’t think guys were so open when they were cruising. Not that I had a lot of experience to draw from.
“Mike, yours?” I said, reached down to fondle his balls, which hung low.
His hand reached down and under my shaft, cupping my balls firmly.
“Hey,” I said, taking another step closer to him.
I felt my pulse race as I found myself in front of this hot footballer.
“How’s your night?” he asked me, staring into my eyes in a way that felt a bit too intense for this encounter, and making me a little nervous.
I exhaled, trying to regain composure. “Good, just out for a walk. Never been here,” I told him.
He smiled, and my heart fluttered. Fucking cute.
A small nose, that cute moustache that sometimes makes me think of a young man trying to look grown up. My dick liked it too, as it throbbed in my hand. This footballer had a big cock, uncut, lots of foreskin, thick, very suckable. I studied him, not entirely sure what the protocol was here.
“I’ve tried it a few times,” he said quietly, “but timing is everything.” That low voice again, with a local accent.
He smelled like sweat barely masked by deodorant, sharp and warm, like he’d just left the locker room. Masculine. Straight. His hand reached out to touch my cock.
I leaked.
Even with a slightly shaky hand, I reached out. Then he stepped even closer, so our bodies were next to each other. His cock was hot to the touch, and thick. I could barely get my grip all the way around it. The tip was a little sticky, so I stroked it with my thumb as I slowed stroked it and explored it.
I looked up, still a little nervous, to find him watching me.
“What’s your name?” he asked me.
I was a bit taken aback. I wasn’t sure the protocol but I didn’t think guys were so open when they were cruising. Not that I had a lot of experience to draw from.
“Mike, yours?” I said, reached down to fondle his balls, which hung low.
His hand reached down and under my shaft, cupping my balls firmly.
“Sam. You have a hot cock, man.”
“Thanks, yours is great,” I said, realizing my voice was several octaves lower than his.
“What do you like to do?” he asked me, scanning my body, studying my face, then back to my cock again.
I was thrown. “Um, I guess… it depends. Um, sucking. What… what do you like?”
He smiled again, like he had far more confidence than I had, but quickly scanned the trees again.
“I’d be up for it all,” he said, his eyes locking with mine again.
He leaned in, and for a moment I wasn’t sure what he was doing. But then I realized he was trying to kiss me.
I laughed nervously, but forced myself to relax.
My lips touched his, and we kissed. The moment our lips connected, his were soft, warm and a little damp, and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I thought I might blow my load right there.
He pushed into me and I pushed back, the thin fabric between us hot and sticking, his chest hard against mine, his hands roaming up my back and down to my ass as we kissed deeper, lips parting, tongues teasing while the moonlight spilled across his skin.
For several moments, we kissed, explored each other’s bodies, feeling our cocks rubbing together. The hot flesh of his cock against mine felt hyperreal, every nerve in my body demanding more.
He reached down and pulled his shorts down so they fell to his knees, then pulled mine down to about the same. Sam leaned back just enough to look at me, a small smile curling as his eyes narrowed, scanning me like he was already deciding which part to taste first.
“Fuck, man… you’re hot.”
I laughed. “Yeah? Have you looked in the mirror?”
That grin… so fuckable. I wanted to see my cock disappearing into it. When he kissed me again, I pulled my arms around him and held him tight.
This whole encounter was not what I’d expected.
Sam paused long enough to pull his t-shirt up, and bunch it behind his neck, so I quickly did the same. We heard the occasional duck out on the lake, but other than that, it was quiet as I checked our surroundings. Still alone.
“Don’t worry, you can’t see anything in here from out there,” he told me. Which was true, I had barely seen him from the path, barely a silhouette.
We kissed again, this time with our chests pressed together. The heat between us, his scent, that hard cock pressing into mine and as my hands gripped his ass, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with this guy.
Then Sam dropped to his knees, getting a better look at my cock as he stroked it with both hands.
“Fuck man, great cock!” he said, and opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around it.
I threw my head back as I felt his hot mouth, suck it in, slowly, taking all of it. I sucked in a breath and put my hands on his head.
“That’s so good!” I told him.
I felt his mouth tighten as he took it all, right to the back of his throat. I had to think of something else for a few seconds. He was that good.
When he stopped and came up, his lips were back on mine and our tongues back in each other’s mouths. I found myself drawn to his ass. It felt perfect. When there was a natural pause, I dropped to my knees to return the favor. His cock was incredible. A lot bigger than I realized, thick and long, with balls that hung quite low.
I licked his balls first, savoring that sweaty, salty taste before licking up his shaft and running my tongue along the head. Then I sucked the tip, tasting his precum, and there was a lot. Bringing my mouth along the length of it, and tried to get to the base.
It was too big to get it all in, but I knew I would, with more time. I sucked it, and felt him shudder as his thick fleshy cock throbbed in my mouth. I could hear his breathing increase as I sucked him and how tense he became.
His hands reached down and grabbed my hands, and did something strange. He held my hands while I sucked him.
And I found myself liking that. I got up, and it was like he’d missed my mouth. He was on me, kissing passionately, gripping me firmly, pushing himself into me so we could feel our cocks rub together again.
He pulled away. “I want to try taking your cock.”
I grinned. “Oh yeah! I’m down!”
He smiled again, reached into his pocket and pulled out a little vial of lube, then gently put some on me and reached behind and lubed himself. I checked the treeline again, before turning to him.
He’d bent over the wooden fence, overlooking the lake and towards the city. There was just enough light to get a good look at his ass.
My dick throbbed and leaked. These butt cheeks were firm, round and a little hairy. I moved in, sliding my cock along that crack, teasing him.
He moaned.
I pushed my cock between those butt cheeks, feeling how hot that space was, filled with anticipation and excitement. I grabbed both sides of his waist as I pushed in, feeling the tip of my cock find his hole right away. I moved my hand in to help guide it, gently pushing into him.
The head popped in, and he gasped, his head lifted up and he looked to the side, checking the treeline again.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He nodded, “Oh yeah!”
It slowly moved inside him without much effort. I could tell he was forcing himself to relax as inch by inch, my cock filled him. He lifted up, and turned his face towards me, so I leaned in and our lips met again just as all of me entered all the way deep inside him.
As we kissed, we both moaned.
“Oh, man! You feel fucking good!”
“Yeah, your ass is incredible!”
I fucked him slowly, leaning against the balustrade overlooking the lake. He bent over again, as I slowly moved out, then back in again.
“Ooooh! Fuck!” he said, out into the lake.
Slowly, I built up rhythm, feeling the tightness of his hole as I fucked him. His hands clutched the balustrade, knuckles pale as he pushed back into me, hips jerking every time I pushed myself back inside him. The wood creaked faintly with each thrust.
“Thanks, yours is great,” I said, realizing my voice was several octaves lower than his.
“What do you like to do?” he asked me, scanning my body, studying my face, then back to my cock again.
I was thrown. “Um, I guess… it depends. Um, sucking. What… what do you like?”
He smiled again, like he had far more confidence than I had, but quickly scanned the trees again.
“I’d be up for it all,” he said, his eyes locking with mine again.
He leaned in, and for a moment I wasn’t sure what he was doing. But then I realized he was trying to kiss me.
I laughed nervously, but forced myself to relax.
My lips touched his, and we kissed. The moment our lips connected, his were soft, warm and a little damp, and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I thought I might blow my load right there.
He pushed into me and I pushed back, the thin fabric between us hot and sticking, his chest hard against mine, his hands roaming up my back and down to my ass as we kissed deeper, lips parting, tongues teasing while the moonlight spilled across his skin.
For several moments, we kissed, explored each other’s bodies, feeling our cocks rubbing together. The hot flesh of his cock against mine felt hyperreal, every nerve in my body demanding more.
He reached down and pulled his shorts down so they fell to his knees, then pulled mine down to about the same. Sam leaned back just enough to look at me, a small smile curling as his eyes narrowed, scanning me like he was already deciding which part to taste first.
“Fuck, man… you’re hot.”
I laughed. “Yeah? Have you looked in the mirror?”
That grin… so fuckable. I wanted to see my cock disappearing into it. When he kissed me again, I pulled my arms around him and held him tight.
This whole encounter was not what I’d expected.
Sam paused long enough to pull his t-shirt up, and bunch it behind his neck, so I quickly did the same. We heard the occasional duck out on the lake, but other than that, it was quiet as I checked our surroundings. Still alone.
“Don’t worry, you can’t see anything in here from out there,” he told me. Which was true, I had barely seen him from the path, barely a silhouette.
We kissed again, this time with our chests pressed together. The heat between us, his scent, that hard cock pressing into mine and as my hands gripped his ass, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with this guy.
Then Sam dropped to his knees, getting a better look at my cock as he stroked it with both hands.
“Fuck man, great cock!” he said, and opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around it.
I threw my head back as I felt his hot mouth, suck it in, slowly, taking all of it. I sucked in a breath and put my hands on his head.
“That’s so good!” I told him.
I felt his mouth tighten as he took it all, right to the back of his throat. I had to think of something else for a few seconds. He was that good.
When he stopped and came up, his lips were back on mine and our tongues back in each other’s mouths. I found myself drawn to his ass. It felt perfect. When there was a natural pause, I dropped to my knees to return the favor. His cock was incredible. A lot bigger than I realized, thick and long, with balls that hung quite low.
I licked his balls first, savoring that sweaty, salty taste before licking up his shaft and running my tongue along the head. Then I sucked the tip, tasting his precum, and there was a lot. Bringing my mouth along the length of it, and tried to get to the base.
It was too big to get it all in, but I knew I would, with more time. I sucked it, and felt him shudder as his thick fleshy cock throbbed in my mouth. I could hear his breathing increase as I sucked him and how tense he became.
His hands reached down and grabbed my hands, and did something strange. He held my hands while I sucked him.
And I found myself liking that. I got up, and it was like he’d missed my mouth. He was on me, kissing passionately, gripping me firmly, pushing himself into me so we could feel our cocks rub together again.
He pulled away. “I want to try taking your cock.”
I grinned. “Oh yeah! I’m down!”
He smiled again, reached into his pocket and pulled out a little vial of lube, then gently put some on me and reached behind and lubed himself. I checked the treeline again, before turning to him.
He’d bent over the wooden fence, overlooking the lake and towards the city. There was just enough light to get a good look at his ass.
My dick throbbed and leaked. These butt cheeks were firm, round and a little hairy. I moved in, sliding my cock along that crack, teasing him.
He moaned.
I pushed my cock between those butt cheeks, feeling how hot that space was, filled with anticipation and excitement. I grabbed both sides of his waist as I pushed in, feeling the tip of my cock find his hole right away. I moved my hand in to help guide it, gently pushing into him.
The head popped in, and he gasped, his head lifted up and he looked to the side, checking the treeline again.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He nodded, “Oh yeah!”
It slowly moved inside him without much effort. I could tell he was forcing himself to relax as inch by inch, my cock filled him. He lifted up, and turned his face towards me, so I leaned in and our lips met again just as all of me entered all the way deep inside him.
As we kissed, we both moaned.
“Oh, man! You feel fucking good!”
“Yeah, your ass is incredible!”
I fucked him slowly, leaning against the balustrade overlooking the lake. He bent over again, as I slowly moved out, then back in again.
“Ooooh! Fuck!” he said, out into the lake.
Slowly, I built up rhythm, feeling the tightness of his hole as I fucked him. His hands clutched the balustrade, knuckles pale as he pushed back into me, hips jerking every time I pushed myself back inside him. The wood creaked faintly with each thrust.
I slid my hands up his back, down to his hips, holding him steady as I drove deeper. His moans grew louder, spilling out over the lake and vanishing into the night.
“Fuck… oh fuck,” he gasped.
I gritted my teeth, trying to last, watching the muscles in his back flex under moonlight as he reached under himself to stroke his cock.
There was no way I could last much longer. I was really close.
“Are you gonna come?” I asked, breath hot against his neck.
“Yeah… fuck… yeah,” he groaned.
He stroked faster, back arched towards me as he jerked off and I gave him my final thrusts.
My entire body stiffened as that feeling went from my chest, and exploded through my cock.
I felt my load blow in his ass as I fucked him.
It felt like we both came for quite a while, bucking like that. I reached around as I finished, leaning on his back feeling a sudden exhaustion.
His cock was wet, and I wanted to taste it, so I brought my hand to my lips and licked a little.
“Mmmm. Your cum tastes good!”
“Fuck! That was so hot!” he said, turning to face me.
“Yeah, great spot too.”
He smiled. “I know, right? So romantic.”
I laughed.
We pulled our shorts up and t-shirts back on, adjusting ourselves and turning towards the main path.
“Are you a regular?” I asked him, as we both made our way to the main park.
“Nah. I train here, but to be honest it’s too hit and miss. I’ve wasted hours looking and given up.”
I nodded and walked alongside him, but wondered if anyone saw this guy, why they wouldn’t run to him.
“Hey, would you be up for a regular meet up?”
I felt my pulse race. I didn’t even need to consider that.
“Yeah, yeah I would. I’d like that a lot.”
He grinned. “Good. Thursday nights?”
I nodded, also smiling.
“Same time?” he asked me.
“Yeah, can do.”
“Great!”
And with that, he gave me a quick kiss, locked eyes with me, then ran in the opposite direction. Like he had somewhere to run to. Or someone to run to.
