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Fireworks
I have always loved fireworks. And, to confess a bit, they turn me on. Since I was 12 or so, when various things started to turn me on, fireworks always have done the job. Fortunately, it is always dark when you watch fireworks, and my hardons went unnoticed. As I got into my teens I figured out how to jerk off inside my pants, I had a pair of shorts with holes in the pockets, which made it easier, and if I went commando, even easier. I had to do my own laundry, from the time I was 8, so there was no issue about having pecker tracks in my shorts and the wet spot, if there was one, could be explained by a drip from pissing.
At the age of 20, I found very few people as interested in fireworks as I am, and so, went on my own to Lexington's 4th of July event. It was in a big park, with ball fields, where they held the static displays, next to a lake over which the ariel displays were fired.
Until I was in high school I went with my parents and siblings, once in high school with my buddies, no one noticed my in pants activities, and once in college, I went by myself.
So, there I was, a 20 year old, in a strange town, watching the fireworks over the lake and playing with my cock inside my pants.
"Feels good, huh?" asked a guy standing next to me. It was pretty dark, but in the flash of the fireworks I could see that he was about my height, lean, athletic, and about my age.
"What?" I said, taking my hands out of my pockets.
"Jerking off," he said. "It is ok, fireworks turn me on, too. But I would rather get off with another guy than just mess up my pants."
"Me, too."
"You free when this is over?"
"Yes."
"How about we hang here, after everyone goes, and play a little. Just don't cum until we can play."
"Ok," I said. "Deal."
We made small talk about what we were about, he was a year older than me his name was Andy. He was bi, like me, and had had a lot more sex with guys than girls, given how easy guys were, just like me. He did not have a boyfriend but he did have a girlfriend who was away for the summer, and probably would not still be his when she came back. He was a mechanic at the local Toyota dealership, and had been in the vocational track at high school, and although athletic, had not played any sports as I had, since he had to work after school to save up for a car as a Freshman, and to support it after that. And, he was versatile for sex, was living with his parents, and could not bring me home and I could not bring him back to the ranch at that point. So, for that evening, at least, it was the park.
Andy led me to a picnic table near the edge of the lake, and we sat and talked while the park emptied out. We then walked to another table in the shadows of the trees.
"Here," he said, and stopped and pulled me back against him, and put his hands in my pockets, and proceeded to play with my cock. I leaned back against him and could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. He was doing a little dry humping against me, both his and my shorts being in the way of skin-to-skin contact.
"Nice," I said. "Do you want to fuck me? I've got condoms and lube in my back pocket. I am mostly a top but you have gotten me so hot for a cock in my ass."
"Yup," he replied. "It looks like everyone else has gone home. Drop the shorts and lie down on the table, ass over the edge, I'll hold up your legs while I put in."
"Lots of lube," I said, "I have to work tomorrow, mostly on horseback, and if my ass is too sore it will be hard to do it."
"Got it." He put the condom on, lubed up, and gradually worked it in. It hurt a little, I had not been fucked very often, but soon the pleasure wiped out the pain. We both still had T shirts on, but pulled up over our heads to expose our chests and bellies. He had nice pecs, as did I, I played with his as we fucked. "Kiss?" he asked.
"Sometimes," I answered, "it depends on the guy, and the technique. I'm ok with trying with you, but let me lead, I do not like what I call "guppy" kissing, like two fish suck and release, suck and release, that actually really repulses me."
So, we tried, and it was good. Kissing while fucking on a picnic table in the town park at 10:30 pm. A lot better than jerking off inside my shorts!
After some slow fucking, he said, "Ready to cum? I am." And, so, we did. Both of us at just about the same time. We talked a bit more and both of us had to work the next morning, and said goodnight. We failed to trade contact information, but I did know where he worked.
I needed to get my truck serviced, so I could drive it back to the east coast in August, so I called the dealership and made a date to get it done ahead of time, hoping to see Andy so we could get it on again. And that is another story.