Park naked wank order

Safely out of the diffuse moonlight, hiding in the near pitch black in bushes next to the closed public toilets I recognised the hookup, my eyes adjusting, I relaxed and cheekily let my cock poke out. He put his hand under my coat to check I’d “been a good piggy” and arrived with access to my balls and arse as ordered. His rubbing made me rock hard, I raised my arms so he could see the now useless shorts. I was told to strip off, dropping everything on the ground, kicking off my trainers, and naked kneeling on the clothes, got to work wanking my cock and sucking and wanking his while he asked more questions about my addiction to pubic sex and how being exposed right now was turning me on. I was licking his balls when my hookup told me he was close and to point his cock so he would jizz over my clothes, and moving around so my body pressed behind him, my hand gripping his dick, I enjoyed feeling his body convulsing with an orgasm. I regretted the spunk being wasted but tasted a little of his cum on my fingers. He then picked up my teeshirt and shorts, wiped off his cock on them, pulled the fragile shorts to noisily rip the remaining material then walked to a bin next to the entrance of the well-lit toilets and shoved them in, ignoring the fact that I was still naked, getting goosebumps, freezing my balls off. I knew this had now gone too far, I only had my coat and trainers left, I was given the option of seeing them go in the bin, testing whether I was a *proper* gay pig and be ordered to run home bollock naked, or take the option to be exposed cumming in public under a street light instead. It was not yet midnight, so I thought I would get arrested or be seriously hassled if I was jogging the streets naked. Still wanking my cock in front of him asked to please let me cum.

Grateful to get my trainers and coat handed back, giving me some protection from the cold, I was told to keep the coat open and keep wanking while we walked towards the street. Now under the bright street light, visible to the occasional car with my coat flapping wide open my naked body on display, I kept wanking. By then the light ice-cold breeze was making me shiver, but the risk of having to run like hell after getting caught was horny, and I managed to cum after a couple of minutes of fast wanking in that time two cars zipped past, probably thinking I was a drunk having a piss.

Walking back alone, absolutely freezing, no energy after emptying my balls, naked under my coat was terrifying. I regretted not going back to fish my teeshirt and the remains of my shorts from the trash, the voice in my head telling me I was being stupid and was about to get arrested. Crowds of people were returning from pubs and I had to keep dodging behind parked cars pretending to check a non-existent mobile, and at one point waited in a dark alleyway next to someone’s home with no lights on, to avoid walking past a group of people chatting for ages as they left a house, convinced that far too much of my bare legs or occasional dick and arse were showing to pass for having shorts on. At least on the way out some of the shorts fabric might have given that impression from a distance. I swore to myself that I would stop being this stupid, risking getting arrested for indecent exposure. At that moment I really hated my pig taking control of my judgement, unable to stop the sexual compulsion to tempt fate as I unzipped my coat, fluffed my cock and felt my naked body as I waited in the unlit alleyway, wondering if I could cum again right there and imagining what I’d have done if my hookup had called my bluff and left me naked. Realising the group had walked on and I was now standing mindlessly masturbating, exposing myself naked next to someone’s back door who might return home any minute, I covered up and walked back fast while it was quiet, getting hard again from feeling my sensitive body hair rub and catch against the mac’s inner mesh.