A basic check of the plumbing right there on the park bench

"Right here, in the park?" You ask, looking around.

There is no one immediately visible, but on the edge of the park you can see people running and walking. Anyone could come down the same path you did. Something about that idea is...exciting.

"We could go somewhere else if you-"

You drop to a crouch in front of Mr. Goreman and rest your hands on his knees. Your face is flushed from exertion and sweat is trickling down your forehead and cheeks.

"No," you say and rub your right hand from his knee to the zipper of his pants, "here is fine. I kinda like it."

"Oh my goodness," Mr. Goreman chuckles. "I didn't think you would take me up on my request."

"I called your bluff," you grin and with a moment of fumbling you grab Mr. Goreman's zipper and yank it down.

You reach inside the fly of his pants and wrap your hand around the warm soft meat of his cock. You drag it up and out of his pants through his boxer shorts. It's soft and fairly large. It could be the cock of a young man, but his age is given away by the thin gray pubes surrounding his balls and the base of his dick.

"Oh my, people could see us," Mr. Goreman squirms.

"What?" You ask and begin to stroke his cock. "You don't want people seeing you with me?"

"You could be my granddaughter," he moans.

"I'm not though," you reply and lean forward and begin to lick his big balls as you stroke his stiffening cock.

Mr. Goreman nervously lifts his newspaper from the park bench and holds it behind your head and back. It's ridiculous, because anyone can see you crouched there between his legs, but at least it sort of conceal the specifics of what you're doing to him.

It takes a bit longer than with most guys you've been with, but after a few minutes of licking his balls and stroking his dick you've given Mr. Goreman a nice big erection.

"Everything seems to be working," you declare.

"Ahhhh," Mr. Goreman replies, looking down at his hard cock and his spit-covered balls. "It does...seem to get hard...but I don't know if the pipes work..."

"I thought you might say something like that," you wink to Mr. Goreman. "How about I check you with my mouth? Would that work?"