[SS-1605] Liplocked Evening

LIPLOCKED EVENING

I’d walked this path a hundred times, but that night something was different. Just past the benches, I spotted two guys—shirtless, glistening under the dull park light. They were wearing just briefs, both soaking wet and hugging tight to their bodies. One in red, the other in blue.

At first I thought maybe they were just cooling down after a run. But then Red pressed Blue up against a tree, and they started making out—deep, slow, like they’d been waiting all day for it. Hands all over each other’s bodies. Sweat mixing where their skin touched. Their hips moved like they didn’t care who saw them.

That’s when I stepped in, shined my flashlight right at them.

They broke apart fast. Red looked straight at me, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. Blue looked panicked, half-hard and clearly not hiding it well.

“Please, don’t report this,” Red said. “We’re both married. We just—this was a moment.”

I didn’t say anything. Just stood there. Both of them were still hard. The soaked fabric left nothing to the imagination. Their bulges twitched as they tried to calm down, but they couldn’t. Hell, I couldn’t either. Something about the way they looked—like they were caught, but turned on by it—kept me frozen.

Then I shut off the flashlight.

And just like that, they kept going.

Blue dropped to his knees first, mouth trailing down Red’s torso, kissing every line of muscle, tongue gliding over the sweat. He kissed just above the waistband, teasing, breathing him in. Red’s head tilted back, hands in Blue’s hair, grinding forward slow.

Then they switched. Red got low, mouthing along Blue’s hip, dragging his lips across the soaked fabric. You could see him smile as he kissed the hard outline beneath it, like he was proud of what he did to him.

They both knew I was watching.

And they didn’t stop.

They moved together—rubbing, kissing, moaning under their breath. Their bodies so tight, so slick, so into each other. It was more than just hooking up. It was a performance. A show. For me.

I stood there, pulse racing, trying not to shift too much. But I could feel myself getting hard in my uniform. No question. I was fully there with them now.

And in that quiet corner of the park, under nothing but moonlight and heat, I let them keep going.

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