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OOC:
I've never tried an SRP but I do like what I've seen. So, to that end I thought I'd start one - that way I can't drag down someone else's with my newbie-ness. I figured I'd start a story where my character is new to this, matching my newbie SRP status.
Rather than trying to drive a particular story-line or theme, let's see where we take each other Guys and girls welcome. I'm bi-curious only becuase I haven't had the chance
. I know some of you are too.
The setting is this: I'm Peter. I've recently got out of a long-term relationship where the sex went from amazing to boring over the years. I'm sitting at a bar one night and I overhear at the next table some stories about "the park" where there are all sort of "perverts" being caught doing "disgusting things". I've heard this all before but, going through the longest dry spell of my life, I can't shake the idea that there is actually a place like that. A week later, I find myself horny as hell, driving down the road toward the park in question. It's a dark summer night. There's a little chill in the air, causing a thick fog to roll in from the bay-facing side of the park.
IC:
"What the hell am I doing?", I asked myself for the hundredth time. Pulling over to the curb, I look into the darkness of the closed parking lot. "Am I really this much of a pervert? Well, at least that's what people seem to think of this kind of thing..."
My rebel streak takes over with that though. "Screw them. I'm just taking a walk in the park to relieve some stress."
I get out of my car, lock it and look around me. No one else up or down the side street I've parked on. I begin walking down the hill towards the beach side of the park. By the time I'm to the bottom of the hill the exercise has warmed me up and I'm not feeling so guilty. Actually, just the opposite. Daydreaming as I walk, I begin to remember the time that my ex and I had taken a similar nighttime walk. We'd heard what was obviously a couple hidden in the fog that were enjoying themselves. A lot. At the time I had fantasized about a woman on her knees in front of a man sitting on a park bench not too far away, sucking and licking his dick. I had mentioned this to my ex at the time, getting turned on listening to the mysterious couple in the fog. That had earned me a foul look and a "well, I hope you weren't thinking you'd be getting that tonight!"
Now, alone in the fog I can't help thinking of what we'd heard that night. I feel myself growing harder with each passing moment. I'd once masturbated in a public bathroom in college, and the thought occurs to me that this fog is pretty thick. I could probably get away with it, even if someone else did come down this path.
I keep walking until I find a one of those old stone park benches. I look ahead and behind me - I can't see more than maybe 20 feet in either direction. I sit down, getting turned on at what I'm thinking of doing. There's total silence except for the sound of the water lapping at the shore on the other side of the path. Unable to contain myself any long I unzip my jeans and pull them down a little so that I can free my hard cock. It practically springs out of my pants, it's so hard. I try to restrain myself a little, in order to prolong the pleasure. I begin by cupping my balls in my hand, feeling their warmth...
I've never tried an SRP but I do like what I've seen. So, to that end I thought I'd start one - that way I can't drag down someone else's with my newbie-ness. I figured I'd start a story where my character is new to this, matching my newbie SRP status.
Rather than trying to drive a particular story-line or theme, let's see where we take each other Guys and girls welcome. I'm bi-curious only becuase I haven't had the chance
. I know some of you are too.The setting is this: I'm Peter. I've recently got out of a long-term relationship where the sex went from amazing to boring over the years. I'm sitting at a bar one night and I overhear at the next table some stories about "the park" where there are all sort of "perverts" being caught doing "disgusting things". I've heard this all before but, going through the longest dry spell of my life, I can't shake the idea that there is actually a place like that. A week later, I find myself horny as hell, driving down the road toward the park in question. It's a dark summer night. There's a little chill in the air, causing a thick fog to roll in from the bay-facing side of the park.
IC:
"What the hell am I doing?", I asked myself for the hundredth time. Pulling over to the curb, I look into the darkness of the closed parking lot. "Am I really this much of a pervert? Well, at least that's what people seem to think of this kind of thing..."
My rebel streak takes over with that though. "Screw them. I'm just taking a walk in the park to relieve some stress."
I get out of my car, lock it and look around me. No one else up or down the side street I've parked on. I begin walking down the hill towards the beach side of the park. By the time I'm to the bottom of the hill the exercise has warmed me up and I'm not feeling so guilty. Actually, just the opposite. Daydreaming as I walk, I begin to remember the time that my ex and I had taken a similar nighttime walk. We'd heard what was obviously a couple hidden in the fog that were enjoying themselves. A lot. At the time I had fantasized about a woman on her knees in front of a man sitting on a park bench not too far away, sucking and licking his dick. I had mentioned this to my ex at the time, getting turned on listening to the mysterious couple in the fog. That had earned me a foul look and a "well, I hope you weren't thinking you'd be getting that tonight!"
Now, alone in the fog I can't help thinking of what we'd heard that night. I feel myself growing harder with each passing moment. I'd once masturbated in a public bathroom in college, and the thought occurs to me that this fog is pretty thick. I could probably get away with it, even if someone else did come down this path.
I keep walking until I find a one of those old stone park benches. I look ahead and behind me - I can't see more than maybe 20 feet in either direction. I sit down, getting turned on at what I'm thinking of doing. There's total silence except for the sound of the water lapping at the shore on the other side of the path. Unable to contain myself any long I unzip my jeans and pull them down a little so that I can free my hard cock. It practically springs out of my pants, it's so hard. I try to restrain myself a little, in order to prolong the pleasure. I begin by cupping my balls in my hand, feeling their warmth...
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