Hello! This is my very first try at writing. I love reading the stories here so thought I might try giving back a little. I have no idea if anyone will enjoy this so I've just written a beginning. If I get a positive reaction I'll finish. This story is, of course, fiction. The place is real and the young man is based on someone I saw once. The action is totally invented and has nothing to do with reality whatsoever. The intended audience is those over 18 years of age who are not offended by fictional depictions of sexual interaction between men of divergent ages.
There's a very large park near downtown Los Angeles and if you go way around to the back you'll find an area that's pretty popular for guys to hook up. Lots of trees and bush with walking trails and tons of places to duck behind the foliage for some fun. As you might well image from my description, I'm not exactly a stranger to the place. Hey, cute Latino guys naked in the great outdoors, what can I say, I love it! I usually look for the guys in their mid to late twenties. I like the youthful bodies but if you get the guys who are nearer to being teens they are shy and tentative. If they don't chicken out they're still just not as wild and willing for fun in the sun. My attitude was about to change.
One recent beautiful So Cal day I was making a trip through the park to see if there were any hotties up for some fun. It was not a usual day for me. I had had a mid-day meeting and decided not go back to the office and instead head home for a swim when it dawned on me I was going to be going right by the park. So it was mid-day, mid-week and I noticed there was much less traffic than when I'm usually there. I walked around my usual trail in the woods and saw hardly a soul. I was on my way back to my car, ready to go back to my original plan when I saw a young guy sitting on a fallen tree ahead. I knew he was younger than I look for but I had no idea how much. As I got closer I was amazed by the face I was seeing. His skin absolutely glowed with youthful health but his features weren't so much the girlish prettiness of so many young boys but rather strikingly handsome. He was very slight of frame and only about 5'5". This maybe should have been a clue to his age but among the Latino and Asian guys I've dated in the past, small stature is not at all uncommon. (I've often been half of those odd couples you see. I'm the 6'2" former linebacker with the small, slender guy. lol)
As I came up next to him I made the decision to stop and chat a moment. There was no one else available to play with and this guy was hitting me with an irresistible coy little grin. I'll be forever grateful that I didn't write this one off as too young and go on my way!
I stopped next to his sitting tree looked around and gave a little grin. His just got ever so slightly larger so I took this as an invitation to have a seat on the log as well. I was getting ready to start the inane chit chat cruising guys use to feel each other out and decide if there's going to be some fun. I thought I had seriously miscalculated at first. I no sooner got out a "How ya doin?" than my young friend was on his feet. Much to my surprise he wasn't leaving but rather turned and stood right between my knees, lit up the grin once more and giggled. Not what I was expecting.
I asked another innocuous question but with no response. As I waited for a response the boy reached out and softly brushed his hand against my chest. His eyes darted back up to mine; I'm sure looking for my reaction. The touch from the small brown hand was electric to me and sent my heart racing. I smiled approval and he spoke for the first time. I have no idea what he said. I realized then that neither of us spoke the other's language.
Not wanting to lose momentum despite the language barrier, I slipped my hand under his untucked t-shirt and grazed his abdomen with my fingertips. The feel was truly like silk. The skin was warm, smooth, taut yet soft offering no resistance to the sliding of my hand. He closed his eyes a little in pleasure so I continued the stroking. After a short wait that lasted forever I couldn't wait any longer to see this body I was touching and lifted the bottom of his shirt. I was stunned. I think I may have seen perfection in the flesh for the only time in my life.