When Toby’s plan to satisfy his exhibitionist streak goes awry, he isn’t sure whether to roll with the flow or run away. However, staying and becoming the focal point of not one, but two men’s desire certainly has its rewards.
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Toby sauntered into the park and headed for the wooded area toward the back. Nervous sweat matted a white tank top to his back and sides, making the thin material stick to him like a second skin. The full moon peeked from between gauzy clouds, staring down at him like a randy voyeur with his pants around his ankles and one hand already tugging on his prick. It was going to be a damn good night. He could feel it in his bones.
Following along the paved trail, he ignored the deserted swing sets and slides, and continued on, keeping an eye out for the things that went bump in the night. Up ahead and a little to his right loomed a white cement building that housed the public restrooms; a picturesque reminder of all the fucks and sucks he’d swindled during days gone by. Although he knew he could score some easy ass within those four walls, a sloppy blow at the very least, he’d grown a little choosier about his partners these days.
“Psst. Hey, mister. Over here, mister.”
A grin spread across Toby’s face as he slowed to a stop and looked around. He knew that voice. It was the one he’d been waiting for. Anticipation sped his pulse and fed a steady supply of blood to the cock rapidly hardening against the inside of his fly. He sped up his pace as he reached down and adjust himself to keep his zipper from biting into his dick. Free-balling could be a pain when he was trapped inside the snug denim, but it saved crucial seconds when time was of the essence. There wasn’t time to dill-dally with underwear when you were fucking around in public.
Toby kept to the path, though it grew dimmer with every step. The voice had sounded like it was coming from up ahead, instead of off in the bordering trees. He rounded a bend in the walkway, traveling beyond the reach of the illumination behind him.
A hand shot out of the murky darkness and latched onto Toby’s forearm. He jumped, but quickly masked his surprise behind a casual mien of indifference, allowing himself be tugged off the path and into the wooded area beyond. With every step, adrenaline spiked his blood and made his heart race in both excitement and apprehension. The same rush of mixed emotions always bombarded him when he came out on nights like this—which was probably why he kept doing it. There was nothing like those first few seconds of uncertainty to get his dick hard and his pulse thundering. He fucking loved it.