Eros: In the Park

Warning: This post contains sexual overtones.

It was a dark, cool night. The moisture from the grass coated our glowing Frisbee as we flung it back and forth, barely able to see each other through the darkness. I could make out his silhouette as headlights from the road several hundred yards away steadily passed. In the darkness, our yells of dismay and encouragement pierced the night as the Frisbee passed between us. Its gentle glow was bright enough in the park to cause temporary blindness if we looked directly at it.

A particularly short throw caused the Frisbee to land neatly in the wet grass directly between us. We both approached and embraced each other. His back glistened with sweat, so I playfully groped his chest and back.

My dog was with us and wearing a lighted collar, so we took turns chucking a ball out into the field. Each time, we would watch a red line bob away, search for the ball, and then bob back, with a corresponding fade and return of happy pants. Aside from the dog and the steady procession of headlights in the distance, we were alone. I switched off the Frisbee.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and said, “I love you” then leaned down to kiss me. I chucked another ball for the dog, and then turned back and pulled him roughly to the ground.

The heat from his body and the moisture from the grass fogged my glasses. I straddled him, used my legs to pin his arms down, and grabbed his hair. Leaning down, I bit his earlobe, the grass tickling my face. He let out a stifled groan. I continue, biting his ears, kissing his face, his lips, the corners of his nose.

He doesn’t wear underwear. He pokes me. The moist earth wets the knees of my jeans. Headlights flicker through the trees.

I kiss his hips and undo the button of his jeans. He audibly slides down the zipper. I remember a story he told me about how once he went camping, and instead of sleeping, decided to sit on a bench and enjoy the night. He observed a young couple off in the distance – the girl on her knees, the guy grabbing her hair. I want to recreate that for him, but this time he is an active participant instead of a silent observer.

I cover his mouth as he climaxes.