When he got to within two yards the man came to a halt. "Nice night for it," he said as he reached into his pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes, took one out and stuck it in his mouth. When he struck a match to light it up, I was given a brief glimpse of his face. It was hard to see clearly in the flickering shadows, but I thought it looked pretty manly and rugged, with strong fleshy features, short black hair and stubble on the chin. Definitely not old - somewhere in the late twenties or early thirties, I'd say, which was more than good enough - pretty much perfect in fact.

"Smoke?" he asked, offering me the cigarette he'd just lit.

"No, I don't," I answered, turning my face away from the glowing tip.

He laughed then tossed the cigarette to the ground and stamped it out, taking a step closer as he did so, bringing him within reach. "Neither do I, pal. It's a filthy habit - but it's a good way of making an introduction when the lad's a little shy like you... Is this your first time in the park?"

"Aye, it is," I admitted. "Well, first time at night."

"I thought so. Whereas me... Well, let's just say I know my way round the place. And here's a tip from an experienced campaigner - stay to the path, unless you're a cum slut that'll suck anybody off to get yourself a wad. That's what all those loiterers in there are hoping for - a lad who's not too fussy about what goes in his mouth or up his arse. But if you're a bit more discerning, which I suspect you are - the men walking around the paths are the ones to go after."

"Thanks for the advice," I answered, still keeping my face slightly turned away from him.

He laughed again and took another step closer so that we were only a foot apart. "And don't worry about the face if it's a case of bad acne you're hiding under the scarf. I gave you a look at mine because I reckoned you needed it, but when you're as young as I think you are and have a really tidy body, nobody here is going to be too bothered about a few zits on your face."

"Including you?"

"Aye, including me!" he chuckled. "I'm sure I could find a use for it, but to be honest... I'm far more interested in this." A big hand flashed out and reached behind me to grab hold of my ass. Brute strength easily pulled me to him as he groped at the denim covered buns. "And this as well," he added, using his other big mitt to have a feel of my balls and rock hard cock. I stood there softly moaning, my face in his chest breathing in his manly scent, thrilled to the core, as for the first time in my life I was felt up by a bloke. For the best part of a minute he had a good grope before giving another chuckle then saying, "Right, that's me more than satisfied... You're packing very nicely, pal, especially at the back which is my favourite part... Here's another tip, though: when somebody's checking out the goods - it's common practice to reciprocate... All part of the courtship before we wander off - either into the woods for a bit of fun, or on our separate ways if somebody fails to impress."