Cockhounds by Sin Titulo
The park is quiet in the morning mist waiting for the sun to burn away the obscuring haze. A few cars are parked in a narrow lot opposite a wide expanse of lawn that needs water badly--the drought is felt here because of neglect. Beyond the dying grass, the hills of the great park rise abruptly into the blue blue of the Southern California sky. A lone figure is standing at the head of a well trod trail smoking and watching. Behind him further up the trail, another man stands waiting. When the lower man finishes his smoke, he carefully grinds it out under his heel, mindful of the brushfire possibilities in the bone dry underbrush. He turns and walks slowly up the trail toward the other man's position. As he does, the second man turns as well and walks ahead of him a few yards before turning onto a less well traveled path into the more obscuring undergrowth.
His darker Hispanic skin seems to blend into the dimness under the scrawny trees. The following man, blond with long stringy hair and a tight body, pauses at the smaller path, looking up at the other man, watching as he sequesters himself in the hide that men have used for more than seventy years for illicit sexual acts frowned upon by society. He takes another look down the larger path, and sees another car pull into the lot across the street. He turns back to the smaller path, and making his decision, walks quickly to the entrance to the hide and pushes through the hanging branches to the grotto under the tree.
The other man is there, and smiles to himself thinking that his morning will have a little more pleasure than usual. The blond walks directly to the Mexican and gropes his cock and balls. The Mexican returns the favor, and sucks in his breath when he feels the monster cock that dwarfs his own by many inches. He smiles openly now, and the sun glistens off his gold filling. He rubs the monster cock with his hand, and begins to tug at the blond's belt buckle. He needs to see the cock that has his total attention now.
The blond lets his hands come to rest on the Mexican's shoulders, and without force, he pushes the Mexican to his knees, dirtying his work trousers in the process in the dust, spit and cum under the tree. Once the Mexican has that massive tool exposed, he wastes little time looking at the tube of hard flesh, but takes it into his mouth at once. He makes sloppy sucking sounds as his mouth tries to enclose the huge head. After a moment of sucking, he stops and looks up at the blond and asks if he will fuck him with the big cock. The blond hesitates a moment, but nods his head.
Quickly, the Mexican strips off all his clothes except for his workboots, and using his own spit, lubes his asshole. He leans forward, pressing against the massive head with his hole. He grimaces as the monster pushes into him. He groans as the length fills him completely. The blond man fucks the Mexican's hole for several minutes, long enough for the man he'd seen parking just before, makes his way to the hide, attracted by the sounds the Mexican is making. He watches for a moment, while the two keep up their act. He hauls out his cock, stiff already and beginning to drip. He steps in front of the Mexican, and offers himself. The Mexican sucks the man into his mouth, and quickly has a rythim matching the thrusts of his fucker going on the new cock. The rocking goes on for several more minutes as the sex gets hotter and hotter. Finally, the blond groans, and humps into the Mexican's hole harder than usual, and his big cock heaves and spits cum.
The Mexican sighes with pleasure, and dropping the new cock from his mouth, pushes himself upright with his hands on his tired knees, and with a couple of jerks, begins spewing cum across the ground. The new man leans over to capture the head of the spewing cock, and sucks the spew dawn. The Mexican is still feeling his climax when the blond pulls his still hard cock out of the Mexican's asshole. The new man turns his attention to the slick and shiny tube of flesh, and sucks it down savoring the tangy flavors of assjuice and spent cum. The Mexican begins to dress.
The new man asks the blonde if he can go again. He declines, and buckles his prize away before ducking out of the hide. The Mexican soon follows. The third man, alone now, calms himself, and puts his spit slicked cock away. He waits for a few minutes quietly listening to the morning birds in the shrubs. After a fruitless ten minutes, he makes his way out of the hide and down the path. At the juncture with the larger path, he hesitates but finally after a false start down toward his where his car is parked, he turns and makes his way further up the hill.
The paths diverge again, this time in a "T", with the top bar being as well traveled as the main path leading up. To the right, the new path crosses a ravine in the hillside, and disappears up the opposite side into the thick brush. Across the ravine, he sees two men talking and smoking. To his left, the path curves quickly out of sight up the hill, and he knows from previous experience that it rejoins the ravine further up where several good hides have been constructed over the years. He turns left. Just before he passes from the sight of the two men across the ravine, he turns to stare at them. As he watches, they split apart, and the taller of the two, walks down and away from the hill, while the remaining man heads toward him dropping out of sight after a moment into the ravine. The man starts to walk slowly up the hill, and is out of sight by the time the other man emerges from the ravine, but no matter, he knows where the man is headed. He walks along, his pace quickening a little.
He checks the first hide, but it is empty. His quary is standing in the second hide, rubbing his cock through his pants. The new man enters the hide, and quickly pulls out the man's hard cock. His mouth sucks it in and in no time, he has the man fucking his face hard and fast. He holds the man's tight butt cheeks with both his hands, and forces him to fuck his face harder, trying to get his thin cock deep into his throat. The man being sucked trembles, and grasping the sucker's head, begins to pound his cock home again and again, until his cum erupts. He pulls out of the sucker's mouth and sprays his cum across his eyes and nose. The sucker, wipes the slimy cum with his palm, and then licks it off while the sucked man puts his softening cock back in his pants and zips up. The sucked man leaves, making his way down to the parking area, late for work again.
On the path, he meets a man he's been with before, and when the man gropes him, he pushes his hand away and tells him there is a guy in need up the hill to the left. They part, and he continues quickly to his vehicle and leaves. The man he met on the path takes his advise, an makes his way up the hill to the left. He finds the sucker, sitting on a knarled branch in the second hide, his pants down around his knees, jerking his cock with a hard workman's fist. The new man ducks into the hide, and reaches for the purple swollen shaft. He sucks it into his mouth, but the other man lifts his hungry mouth off himself, and whispers that he needs to get fucked.
The new man obliges, and soon the two are connected in the age old dance. The new man doing the fucking, murmers to his partner. "You like my cock up your butt butch. You got a tight little hole. I'd love to take you home and fuck you right on a bed."
"All right," the fucked one grunts. "Let's go. I got all day free. You can fuck me a hundred times if you can."
"Sorry butch. I got a wife and two kids at home. I gotta fuck you here or no where."
"That's too bad. I love your big cock fucking my hole."
"And I love fucking it bro, but this is all there is.
The here and now." He humps the guy, trying to get himself up to the edge. He's running late for work as well. They fuck for several minutes, the sounds of skin slapping skin as thighs and buttocks slap together filling the air. Finally with a grunt, the fucker unloads his hot cum in the other man's hole. He sighs. It is brief seconds before the fucker is gone and the fucked one is alone, still beating his meat. With a long gasp, he finally shoots his load of cum across the dirt in the hide, and slowly pulls himself together and heads back down the hill to his car. His night shift was over just as the park was opening to the public for the day. He's been fucked three times this morning, and has had a half dozen more hard cocks blow their loads down his throat. He's satisfied that he will sleep like a baby when he gets home. He'll be back late tonight because he has an hour before the park closes to the public and his night shift at the plant starts. He might just get lucky again.
The sun is up when he reaches his car, and the mist is already dispersing. The hot California day will witness dozens more sexual encounters between men in the park before it closes again at ten PM. It is a never ending stream of cockhounds that wander the trails and paths of the park looking to satisfy their hunger to suck and be sucked, fuck and be fucked. Griffith Park is cockhound heaven.
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