Marcus - It's All In His Head... Right?

I wiped my forehead, but the sweat was already crawling down again, stinging my eyes. I lifted my shirt to wipe my eyes, half-blind from the sting. My shirt clung to my back like a second skin, and even the metal bench I’d been sitting on earlier had burned through my jeans.

Fuck. It’s barely morning, and it’s already unbearable.

I would have done the smart thing and stayed inside, but the AC picked the perfect moment to die, right in the middle of this godawful heat wave. Tim said the repair guy would be here by noon. Hopefully, I’m not a puddle by then.

I’m practically melting, like a popsicle left on hot pavement, slowly losing all form until there’s nothing left but a sticky mess.

Luckily, I spotted a bench under a sprawling oak and dropped onto it. I sighed, my legs already grateful, even though I’d barely been in this park for five minutes. The shade felt like a blessing, a pocket of air that didn’t actively hate me. Looking around, I noticed I wasn’t the only heat refugee out here. An old lady fed pigeons near the fountain, seemingly unbothered by the temperature. A woman jogged past (actually jogged) with the kind of determination that made me question my life choices. Some friends were playing basketball on the court.

Something about watching all this life happening around me made me smile despite my misery. I should come here more often, on days when the weather isn’t actively trying to **** me. Usually, when I’m not working, I’m gaming with my online friends or girlfriend while the real world slides past me outside my apartment window. Maybe I’m missing something, hiding away in my climate-controlled cave.

Maybe being **** out here is a sign. Slow down, look around, and see what the world’s got to offer. Even if that world is currently doing its best impression of an oven.

I almost forgot about my girlfriend, Stella. I offered to walk with me to the park but she insisted on giving me a “present” while she stayed behind. “Something to take my mind off the heat,” she said.

It wasn’t long before another jogger came pounding down the trail. The first one was hot, no doubt, with those leggings hugged her legs and showed every curve. But this one... this one was something else. She was wearing shorts so short they were practically nonexistent. I could see the outline of her pussy pressed against the fabric. A definite cameltoe. And it wasn’t just the shorts. Her top was so tight I could see her nipples straining against the material, hard and begging to be sucked.

I blinked, shaking my head slightly. Was I imagining things? I looked again, and yeah, the shorts weren’t quite that short, and she was wearing a sports bra underneath her tank top. But as she ran past, her body glistening with sweat, I let my mind wander. I imagined those shorts riding up even higher, her cheeks peeking out with each stride. I imagined reaching out, grabbing her hips, and pulling her down onto my lap, right here on the bench. She would bounce on me and we would fuck like it was no one’s business.

My head was spinning, the images fading, but the heat in my pants was still burning.

What the fuck was happening to me? I'm not usually this much of a perv. Usually.

I looked up, squinting at the sun through the leaves. It must be the heat. Yeah, that's it. The weather is just making me lost in my thoughts.

No matter, I can still enjoy the park without turning into a total degenerate.

My gaze drifted back to the basketball court, where four young women were engaged in a spirited game. The ball bounced as they maneuvered around each other, making shots as they congratulated each other. I couldn’t help but wonder who was on which team. My traitorous mind, however, was all too eager to supply the answer.

Suddenly, my eyes widened as two of the girls shed their clothes, leaving only their shoes and bras, while the other pair similarly undressed and wore nothing but panties and shoes. The sight nearly made my eyes pop out of my head, but I found myself unable to look away as the game continued. It was wrong to imagine such things, I scolded myself, but the temptation was too strong to resist.

One of the topless girls nailed a three-pointer, her breasts bouncing with the **** of her shot. She cheered, leaping into her teammate’s arms, their bare breasts rubbing together in a sweaty embrace. The bottomless team took possession of the ball, their asses jiggling as they ran. The topless duo tried to block, but the bottomless team made their shot, their fingers sliding between each other’s wet folds in celebration.

I bit my lip, my cock throbbing in my pants. What if someone saw me staring? Covering my lap with my arms, I finally tore my eyes away. My cheeks burned, whether it was from the shame and arousal or the heat, I couldn’t tell.

I smacked my head, trying to regain control. Come on, I can’t let this heat turn me into a fucking pervert.

I focused on the old lady feeding the birds. Okay, this was good. I could focus on her. The sight was nice and simple. And besides, I wasn’t into old ladies anyway.

But my mind, that treacherous fucker, conjured up an image of the old woman stopping, her weathered hand dropping the birdseed as she began to grope her chest. I could almost imagine her nipples hardening under her touch.

I clenched my fists, my stomach churning. Seriously? This was turning me on?

My mind seemed to agree, as the old woman’s other hand slipped under her floral skirt. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, as she rubbed her fingers between her folds, bringing herself closer to an orgasm.

Huffing, I stood abruptly from the bench, my cock hard and throbbing.

Clearly, I’ve been sitting for too long.

Stepping out from the shade, I felt the sun’s heat on my skin as sweat began to trickle down my back. Gotta find a new spot, a new distraction.

As I walked, I couldn’t help but notice how lively it was. And how it seemed like I was the only guy here. No, don’t be ridiculous. It’s just my mind playing tricks again.

On the grass, I spotted two women lounging on their towels in bikinis. Truly, I was losing my fucking mind. No way was I this lucky to see this. Whether or not the sight was real, my mind was more than willing to make it sexy, no, depraved.

The woman facing up let out a soft moan, her hips arching slightly as a small bulge formed on her bikini bottom. I muttered, desperately pleading with my mind to stop, but it refused to budge. Eyes still closed, the woman gritted her teeth and grunted, straining against the fabric before a massive, veined futa cock burst forth, tearing through the bikini bottom and flopping out into the open air, glistening with precum. Satisfied, the woman seemed to relax, almost even smiling as the sun warmed her face.

The woman’s friend, who had been facing down, awoke from the noise. Glancing up at the exposed cock, her eyes widened with lust as if she saw the juiciest meal in her life. Before I knew it, she leaned forward and began to slurp on it, her lips and tongue working the shaft, while the woman with the cock kept moaning, her hands gripping the other woman’s hair.

I couldn’t believe what my mind was conjuring up now. The innocent scene of two women sunbathing had morphed into something out of one of my wildest fantasies.

I stood frozen in place, unable to tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing sight before me. The woman’s moans filled the air, mixing with the sound of the other woman’s eager slurping, the wet sounds echoing in the heat. I could feel my pants tenting, my cock throbbing with **** need as I continued to stare, not caring how much time was passing, if time was passing at all.

As the woman pleasured her friend, she shifted and presented her ass to the futa’s face as she continued sucking her off. Now fully awake, the woman with the cock was more than willing to slip her friend’s bikini bottoms down her legs, revealing a glistening, swollen pussy. She dove in headfirst, her tongue lapping at the sensitive clit, while the woman moaned and bucked against her face.

I wanted to stay, to watch every depraved moment, to feel the heat of their bodies and the intensity of their pleasure. But the overwhelming arousal was too much to bear. I turned and ran, unsure if I was better off staying or finding a new sight to tempt me, to push me further into this madness.

And still, the sun continued bearing down on me, the heat intensifying the lust that was consuming me from the inside out.