Part 1 of 3. Inspired by real events as they say, but fiction picks up where disappointment started. The parts of this story are only loosely related but are a kind of "story arc". Thought I'd try something new.
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(sorry about the messed up formatting) 2011: gay/beginnings/our-own-island 2011: gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling 2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast 2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool 2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony 2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film 2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks 2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet 2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy
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I was relieved to find the parking lot empty. I'd spent the whole drive building myself up to this but if there'd been another car I'd probably have turned around and left. Which, looking back on it now seems stupid because all I'd planned to do was walk barefoot through the park. Big frickin' deal. It had taken me until this point in college to understand that I had a foot fetish. I liked looking but I didn't like showing my own feet even though I loved the feeling of going barefoot or in flip-flops. There was plenty of opportunity for both in Florida but I rarely did it.
Actually what I really wanted was to walk naked through the rain, but I wasn't nearly that brave (stupid?). I figured no one else would come to this park in the rain and I could at least take a barefoot stroll. And if anyone saw me so what. I'd be embarrassed but no one else would think much of it. It was only in my head.
I sat listening to the tap of the rain hitting the car and the pinging of the cooling engine. The rain was coming down pretty good and didn't seem like it was going to stop. Perfect.
I took off my shoes and socks and put them in the passenger seat next to the towel I'd brought. I looked at myself briefly in the mirror then opened the door and got out. The rain tapped on my head and soaked through my t-shirt making it cling to my chest. I locked the door with my key and put it in my pocket. My wallet and everything else I left in the car.
I splashed through the cold puddles in the parking lot and stepped onto the brick path. The bricks were smooth and warm beneath my feet. They gave way to the boardwalk which was slick and colder. I'd been to this park a lot since it was near my first college apartment, and although I didn't live close any more I still liked to come here. The boardwalk made a big loop through the park except for an offshoot that led to a small lake. The boardwalk was necessary because most of the park was slightly swampy.
The canopy collected the rain into heavy drops that thwacked loudly on the boardwalk as I walked. I tried not to hurry but I still found myself walking briskly to get to the lake. There I would be out under the sky and I could enjoy the rain falling directly on me. As I made the turn to the lake path I saw that a small tree had fallen across the boardwalk. I approached it to see if the walk was still passable. It was and I clambered over the fallen trunk. It made me feel like I had the path all to myself and I kept walking, finally starting to relax.
The boardwalk widened into a small platform that stuck out into the water. As I came out from under the trees I could feel the rain hitting me again, possibly even harder than before. It was cool but not cold. I looked down my bare feet on the boards. I thought they looked pretty good though pale. My shorts were dark but my t-shirt was mostly white and I realized it was clinging to me and you could almost see through it. I was semi-hard.
I looked around the edge of the lake and back down the boardwalk. There was no one in sight. I stretched my head back and let the rain fall on my face.
Looking around once more and seeing no one, I lay down carefully on the bench. I both loved and was terrified of the feeling of lying there vulnerable. I closed my eyes and felt the rain hit me. Felt the breeze brush the soles of my feet and blow across my wet clothes. I felt a tingle and realized my semi was turning into a full erection. I opened my eyes briefly, got rain in them and closed them again. I stretched and felt my hard-on rub against the wet material of my shorts. I was wearing just running shorts with no underwear.
I was starting to shiver a little and was thinking about leaving when I heard a cough. I sat up quickly and looked around. There was an older man sitting on the other bench across from me. He smiled.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"That's ok," I said automatically. I remembered my state of undress and arousal, pulled my legs together, and crossed my arms over my chest. I wanted to immediately run from this place in shame. I didn't. I don't know why. Part of it was probably the way the guy was looking at me. He was sitting completely at ease. Facing me and smiling slightly. Not a derisive smile, just a warm and friendly smile. Then I noticed with surprise that he was wearing just a pair of cutoffs, shirtless and barefoot. He was fit but with graying hair buzzed short, and old I thought. Though he was probably about the same age as I am now.
"Name's Bob," he said.
"Hello," I said. He didn't seem bothered that I hadn't offered my name.
"You've found out my secret," he said. This baffled me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I like to walk in the rain."
He made it sound like we'd shared something. He didn't say anything else. He didn't look away he just continued to smile at me. I should have felt worried about him but he was so at ease that it was impossible to be concerned.
"Do you do this a lot?" I finally asked.
"Often," he said. "It's a simple joy but an invigorating one."
"I've never done it before," I said. It sounded lame. Bob said nothing but just continued to sit calmly. The rain was still falling steadily and I wiped it off my brow. Bob seemed unbothered by the water dripping down his face.
"I didn't see your car," I said. "Did you pull in after me?"
"No," Bob said. "I live next to the park and I walk here often. Especially in a good rain."
"You walked here..." I started to say 'like that' but said, "with no shoes?"
"Of course," he said. "It's much more enjoyable when you can feel the ground." I looked at his feet which were tough and tan but rinsed clean in the rain. "I sometimes," he continued, "wear less than this. But I didn't want to offend you."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "Would it bother you if I were to lie here nude?"
My prick jumped back up in my shorts. I hoped he couldn't tell. "No," I said. "I mean if you want to, sure."
Bob smiled and stood up. He dropped his shorts straight down onto the deck then bent to pick them up. He had a wild pubes and circumcised cock. It seemed to be somewhat hard, curving out away from his body. He smiled at me again then folded his shorts and placed them at one end of the bench. Then he lay down on his back as I had been, except completely naked. He closed his eyes. I was dumbfounded. I had no idea what to do. I felt I should leave. I felt I shouldn't witness this, but the sight of a totally naked man laying parallel to me was mesmerizing. As I watched, his cock started to lengthen and rise. Eventually he was completely hard. I still sat glued to the spot. I felt a drop of precum emerge from my own dick.
I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to explode and I had to leave. I stood up, hardly caring that my own hard-on was obviously stretching my shorts.
"Nice to meet you," I said. "I guess I should be going."
Bob opened his eyes and turned his head toward me. He was smiling again. "Perhaps I could give you something before you go?"
"What?"
"A little relief." He didn't look at my cock but he didn't need to either.
I looked around. Was I considering this? I was practically a virgin. Totally a virgin when it came to men, though I'd long known I was interested.
"If this is a little public for you," Bob said. "We can step off into the woods a bit."
"Ok," I said weakly.
Bob smiled wider and stood up. He picked up his shorts but did not put them on. "This way," he said.
I followed his bare ass as he walked back toward the main boardwalk. Before we got to the downed tree he went to the edge of the walk and gingerly stepped down onto a trail. I looked over the edge and could see he was standing on loose bark. He held out his hand to me and I stepped down. The ground was warm. Bob let go my hand and started to walk along the trail.
I stepped carefully. Much less confident walking barefoot than him. I had never noticed this unofficial trail before but I realized that it circled the lake. We squished through the mud for a while until we came to the spot he'd chosen. It was screened from the lake and there was a bed of pine needles. The sky was not open here so we were out of the rain but drops from the trees landed frequently and heavily.
We stood facing each other for a moment. We were both still hard. Bob seemed unhurried. I didn't know what to do. Bob took a step closer and leaned in close to me. He said softly, "I think you would enjoy it more if you were nude."
I swallowed hard then nodded. I took off my t-shirt which stubbornly clung to my chest. I wasn't sure what to do with it so I tossed it toward the trunk of the nearest tree which seemed somewhat dry. I hesitated but then hooked my thumbs on my waistband and pulled my shorts down. I stepped out of them and tossed them toward my shirt.
Bob reached out both hands and placed them on my hips. My legs nearly collapsed. I had never felt this excited before. He leaned close to kiss me but I pulled away. He settled for kissing my neck instead which raised goosebumps on my arms. I put my arms around him and he pulled us close. His skin was as cold as mine but I could feel the incredible heat of his cock pressing against me. We stayed like that for a long moment before Bob began to run his hands down my sides and onto my butt. We got, if possible, even closer.
I had really no idea what to do next. I was terrified of getting caught but I knew I wasn't going to leave yet. Without hardly moving I could feel my orgasm building.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm going to cum." I made to pull away but Bob did not let go.
"Let it happen," Bob said.
I grunted and felt the cum shoot out of me into the space between us. Bob continued to hold and rock us. I felt like it wasn't going to ever stop and then suddenly I was spent. The last two spurts were actually dry I think. After a long moment I realized Bob was still holding me. The rain seemed to have stopped and the world came back to focus.
I pulled away from him and he let me go.
"I..."
"Of course," Bob said. "You need to go. But... don't be ashamed for finding a little joy from time to time."
I quickly pulled on my shorts and struggled into my t-shirt. Bob hadn't moved and he was still hard.
"Goodbye," I said. "Thank you."
Bob smiled and nodded at me and I left.
I drove off barefoot, dripping wet, and in clothes covered it dirt. I don't know why I ran off so fast. He'd made me feel wonderful and when I thought about it I wasn't ashamed at all. I regretted only that I had not held him more. I regretted that I had never even held his cock in my hand. Maybe it was silly teenaged romance but I came to believe he gave me something wonderful that I needed to repay. I visited the park many more times but never saw Bob again. And I never had another encounter there.
I decided I would one day repay his gift. I just didn't know how.