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Part two
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….. “So you are into men? Fine, no problem with me.”
I wasn’t looking at him, but I was aware that he was staring at my legs, or rather, my shorts. My cock was solid, its outline clearly visible against the green fabric. I felt like a teenager who’d just come out to his dad, the only difference being that I was in my thirties and, had just seen what my handsome daddy was capable of, and wanted him to do it to me.
“You don’t talk much, do you?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just, well, this isn’t how I expected my afternoon to go,” I said with a shy laugh.
“Surprises are good!” He put a hand on my shoulder and stood up. The touch of his palm almost burned me, the brief contact imprinted on my skin like a brand.
“Anyway, I need to piss, all that beer...”
He turned and took a few steps away. I followed him with my gaze until he stopped and I heard the zipper of his dungarees coming undone. A moment later, a stream of piss cut a line in the space between his legs; at first, it fell quite close to where he was standing, but the more he pissed, the more the stream seemed to have an upward and distant trajectory.
I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue; the piss falling on the dry needles sounded like a water fountain in formal garden, then the stream began to lose intensity, weakening until it stopped altogether.
When he was done, Arnie didn’t seem to shake his cock, but I didn’t want him to know I was watching, so I turned to look at the parking lot. I heard him walk back to the bench; I thought he’d sit down next to me again, but instead he came into my field of vision.
