About the park

So, the park-thing. Yeah, I wasn't out looking for anything. I'd just been working late and I had to wait for a ride home, so I figured I'd have a stroll. Okay, so maybe I was looking for something a little bit. I knew a girl from work took this route home and maybe I could just "accidentally" run into her. Of course, I didn't, and I suppose it's for the better because that's just creepy behaviour right there.
Eventually I start regretting my decision to - ugh - walk and I find a bench to sit on. Unfortunately, it's the only bench that is already being sat on at this time of day. Still, I'm an old man and I earned a seat, so I politely said hello to the boy and asked if he didn't mind if I smoked a cigarette. He was fine with that and declined when I offered him one.
So, I'm sitting there, relaxing my ass off, and I take a glance at the guy. Hoodie over a shirt, jeans tight enough they could only have been sewed around him, somewhere in his early twenties I guessed. I don't know. All y'all look young to me nowadays. Either way, as far as boys go, this was a pretty girl, which is a quality I like in boys when I swing that way.
Obviously, he sees me leering at him and our eyes meet for a moment, before I apologize and awkwardly proceed to smoke on. Turns out, he didn't mind at all. I may send girls screaming, but I seem to do alright with boys.
He gets me hard with only a couple of words: "I can do a handjob if you want."
I kindly informed him that I appreciated that, but I didn't have any money on me. Wasn't a problem for him. He "just liked cock".
Well, who am I do deny a young man his pleasures?
He scooched closer, opened my jeans and got my dick out. Then he spat in his hand and grabbed it. Slowly at first, he started pumping. Legs crossed, just looking around and sitting like we were discussing the weather. But we didn't speak at all. I just sat there, smoking my cigarette. He just jerked me off, enjoying the feeling of my dick in his hand.
His rhythm increased and I thought I heard him let out the slightest moan. Before my smoke was done, I came in his hand. Thoughtfully, he aimed my dick forward, so nothing got on me. Now, I'm sure I leaked on his hand, but he never wiped off as he walked away without saying anything, leaving me with just a wink.

Next time I'm working late, I'm gonna have to do a stroll in the park, I can tell you. See if I can get some head out of that.