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the screen, told it to wake up. He tapped on the little green icon with a 66 on it. The app took half a minute to fully load, and already he was giddy with anticipation.
His phone's front camera turned on, and a little picture of him appeared in the corner of the screen. His picture was small, but he could see his face and the skyline in the background. Anyone listening would pick up on the sounds of people calling to each other, bursts of laughter, or dogs barking.
On the screen, the loading symbol spun and spun until another picture finally appeared. The woman's face was off-screen, but two large, naked breasts swayed back and forth. He tapped the "next" button to move on to another person. Eventually, after going through several people in various states of dress and activity, an attractive middle-aged man showed up. Just his type: male, hard, and half-naked. Ben hoped the man let him stay. The man on the screen quirked his lips into a crooked smile then proceeded to unzip his pants and extract his erection.
Ben looked around, checking to make sure that no one was watching him. He adjusted his position on the bench. A man ran by, a strap on his arm and ear buds in his ears, completely oblivious to Ben's existence. Ben looked back at his phone. The man had moved the camera position so it was level with his crotch and pointing up—filling most of the screen with his cock and just a small portion with his face.
The man's eyes were closed and a small smile played on his lips as he fisted his impressive erection. Ben could see not only a prominent vein along its length, but all the smaller blood vessels as well. The man took his fist away, and after a minute the hand came back shiny with lube. The man's lips moved. Ben pointed to his ear and shook his hand, indicating that he couldn't hear. The man raised an eyebrow.
Ben desperately needed to adjust himself, but he didn't dare in such a public place. The last thing he wanted was to draw the attention of the other park occupants.
Since he wasn’t wearing headphones, he couldn't hear if the man was making any noise, so he imagined small humming sounds as the man worked his shaft faster. The picture was crisp and, despite being outdoors in the ambient light of the full sun, Ben could make out the gradient of reds on the man's cock and chest. The man opened his eyes from far above and looked straight at the camera. Ben was hard as granite, but because of how his legs were arranged, nobody could tell. The man was getting close. Ben could tell from the strain in his body, the speed of his hand. The man closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Almost there. Ben bit his bottom lip in anticipation. The man's face told Ben it was coming a split second before come shot out of the man's cock. Some even landed on the camera—a sign of much practice with 66 Fac—
"Wow. That's some cock."
Ben jumped, and a strong hand landed on his shoulder. His eyes widened, he locked his phone to hide the screen, and his body braced for flight. He whipped his head around, and—Calvin? Calvin's hand gripped his shoulder tightly and held him in place. Ben's heart thumped so hard and so fast, Calvin must have been able to hear it.
Calvin smirked. "There's a vein in your neck pulsing wildly—much like the vein on that guy's dick." Calvin didn't move his hand, and Ben could only stare at him. "Calm down, Ben," Calvin said conversationally. "Don't want people to stare."
Ben slowly turned his head back to face the park. Calvin. It was Calvin. Ben closed his eyes, savoring the relief. Thank God. It could have been any number of people who would be offended by a man watching porn in a park and who promptly called the cops, but it was just Calvin. That didn't make the situation any less embarrassing, but Ben was pretty sure Calvin wouldn't have him arrested.
He opened his eyes and watched the path in front of him. Two women walked by, pushing strollers and chatting. Five men approached from the
His phone's front camera turned on, and a little picture of him appeared in the corner of the screen. His picture was small, but he could see his face and the skyline in the background. Anyone listening would pick up on the sounds of people calling to each other, bursts of laughter, or dogs barking.
On the screen, the loading symbol spun and spun until another picture finally appeared. The woman's face was off-screen, but two large, naked breasts swayed back and forth. He tapped the "next" button to move on to another person. Eventually, after going through several people in various states of dress and activity, an attractive middle-aged man showed up. Just his type: male, hard, and half-naked. Ben hoped the man let him stay. The man on the screen quirked his lips into a crooked smile then proceeded to unzip his pants and extract his erection.
Ben looked around, checking to make sure that no one was watching him. He adjusted his position on the bench. A man ran by, a strap on his arm and ear buds in his ears, completely oblivious to Ben's existence. Ben looked back at his phone. The man had moved the camera position so it was level with his crotch and pointing up—filling most of the screen with his cock and just a small portion with his face.
The man's eyes were closed and a small smile played on his lips as he fisted his impressive erection. Ben could see not only a prominent vein along its length, but all the smaller blood vessels as well. The man took his fist away, and after a minute the hand came back shiny with lube. The man's lips moved. Ben pointed to his ear and shook his hand, indicating that he couldn't hear. The man raised an eyebrow.
Ben desperately needed to adjust himself, but he didn't dare in such a public place. The last thing he wanted was to draw the attention of the other park occupants.
Since he wasn’t wearing headphones, he couldn't hear if the man was making any noise, so he imagined small humming sounds as the man worked his shaft faster. The picture was crisp and, despite being outdoors in the ambient light of the full sun, Ben could make out the gradient of reds on the man's cock and chest. The man opened his eyes from far above and looked straight at the camera. Ben was hard as granite, but because of how his legs were arranged, nobody could tell. The man was getting close. Ben could tell from the strain in his body, the speed of his hand. The man closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Almost there. Ben bit his bottom lip in anticipation. The man's face told Ben it was coming a split second before come shot out of the man's cock. Some even landed on the camera—a sign of much practice with 66 Fac—
"Wow. That's some cock."
Ben jumped, and a strong hand landed on his shoulder. His eyes widened, he locked his phone to hide the screen, and his body braced for flight. He whipped his head around, and—Calvin? Calvin's hand gripped his shoulder tightly and held him in place. Ben's heart thumped so hard and so fast, Calvin must have been able to hear it.
Calvin smirked. "There's a vein in your neck pulsing wildly—much like the vein on that guy's dick." Calvin didn't move his hand, and Ben could only stare at him. "Calm down, Ben," Calvin said conversationally. "Don't want people to stare."
Ben slowly turned his head back to face the park. Calvin. It was Calvin. Ben closed his eyes, savoring the relief. Thank God. It could have been any number of people who would be offended by a man watching porn in a park and who promptly called the cops, but it was just Calvin. That didn't make the situation any less embarrassing, but Ben was pretty sure Calvin wouldn't have him arrested.
He opened his eyes and watched the path in front of him. Two women walked by, pushing strollers and chatting. Five men approached from the
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