The Reservation
Near where I live is a huge county park with a cruising area that has been active for years. I have had many exciting experiences there, and many not so exciting. I thought I would share a few of the more fun times. Some of these are entirely true, some are based on true experiences with a little `embellishment', and some have a bit of truth and a lot of fantasy. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy at least some of these stories. Some of these took place in a time when all sex was safe and some when precautions must be taken. Please respect yourself and others enough to always play safe. Comments are appreciated
Jumpsuit Boy One evening in the late `70s, I had been wandering around the reservation, looking for someone who turned me on, and who was, in return, turned on by me. It's usually easy to find one or the other, but obviously they've both got to coincide before any fun can really begin. After an hour or so, I was losing hope. The park closed at dusk and there wasn't much time left. And then I saw him.
If I have a particular type that appeals to me, he was the prototype. Just the first glimpse of him took my breath away. Early 20s, about 5'7", maybe 130 pounds, small tight frame, light brown hair, beautiful warm eyes, and an amazingly cute face. I stopped in my tracks and just stared. I had never seen anyone so beautiful. He was wearing a jumpsuit, popular at the time, sort of like fashionable overalls. He had no shirt on underneath, so his shoulders, arms and sides were exposed.
I guess I was pretty obvious. Just standing there, staring, gawking, my mouth hanging open. And he noticed. And stopped a few yards in front of me and smiled. I mean, I wasn't so bad myself. Late 20s, 5'10", 145, brown hair and eyes that I was always being told were my best feature. But his looks just overwhelmed me. When I regained control of my mind and body, I just walked right up to him and kissed him. Kissing under those circumstances is a weird thing for me. I find kissing to be incredibly intimate, so much more than cocksucking. Almost any nice looking guy with almost any kind of cock who shows an interest and I'll drop down on my knees and suck it in. But, its not often I want to kiss a guy. There's got to be something more, a feeling of some kind of connection, not just lust, but a desire or need to mingle souls. I really can't explain it, but I just had to kiss him. And did he ever kiss back. As we kissed, he unfastened his suit, so by the time we pulled apart, he was standing there naked, with his jumpsuit around his ankles.
I couldn't do anything but worship his body. Once I finally was able to take my lips off his, I started kissing his eyes, his ears, and his cheeks. And then I moved down to his neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling. And then I worked my way onto his chest. Licking and sucking and devouring every square inch of his body. Sucking his nipples into my mouth one at a time, nibbling on them, tweaking them with my teeth. And licking his totally hairless chest, giving him a total tongue bath. Even going up under his arms, into sweet delicate armpits with maybe six hairs between them.
I worked my way down his torso, tongue fucking his cute belly button, and continued south. The traditional `treasure trail' was barely present on him, just a few hairs in a thin line, leading to what, for the moment at least, was my heart's desire. We stopped for a second at that point, and he stepped out of his suit. We took the suit, spread it out on the ground and he laid down on it and I continued my worship of his naked body. He had a small amount of hair around his dick, not trimmed or shaved, just a natural small tuft of light brown hair. And a beautifully formed and shaped 6" hard dick, with two hot little balls under it. I licked up and down the sides of the shaft of his dick, avoiding the head, wanting to save then best for last. Then I licked all around his ballsack, and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Then I went after the other one, and then I managed to get them both in together. And I sucked, very gently, just sucking lightly on the two incredible spheres on my mouth.
Finally, I had to let them go. I wished I could keep that mouthful forever. But there was more to taste and relish of this boy. I spread his legs and pushed them up, giving me and my tongue access to the area behind his balls. I licked all around the region, before I finally lost all will power and dove into his sweet, little hairless pucker. Oh, God, how I wanted to be there, and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life in that spot, licking, tonguing, sucking on that beautiful little hole. My entire being was wrapped up in that hole, that pucker. It was everything I wanted and needed, And he seemed to be getting as much from my attention to it as I was. He was gasping, breathing heavily, and I knew he was close. So, reluctantly, I tore myself away from his hot hole and finally, took his hard cock in my mouth. I swallowed the entire 6" and sucked. And sucked hard. I wanted him so bad. I wasn't just having sex with him or making love to him. I was trying to consume him, to suck him right into me, to become totally one with him. He came in several bursts, shooting over and over into my mouth, with me swallowing him as fast as he came.
As we lay there catching our breath afterward, I realized it was getting dark. Which meant the police were about to start clearing the park. We saw the spotlights flashing through the woods from the road. And heard the loudspeakers announcing the closing of the park. He pulled on his jumpsuit and we walked out to the parking lot. He had walked up to the reservation, so he asked me for a lift back into town. Not wanting to part with him, I agreed. When we got down into town and he was about to get out of the car, I just knew I had to see him again. But wouldn't you know. I practically ripped the car apart and couldn't come up with a pen or pencil to exchange phone numbers. And so I never saw him again.
The memory of that evening has stayed with me so clearly all these years. I sometimes think I dreamed it all, he was so amazing, so perfect. But I know it was real. For a little while, for just one evening, I actually got to live my ultimate fantasy. And damn was it good.