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Palmerston Park
It was after two in the morning, and I was cruising in a park known for its after-dark gay activities. One needs to climb over the fence, as the gates get locked at sundown, so there is very little chance of being accidentally discovered by someone other than another gay guy, also out cruising.
Lads were now starting to arrive after the pubs had closed, and one in particular caught my eye. I had seen him before, and we had previously started getting down to it when we were interrupted, causing him to buckle up and flee.
I was hoping he would choose me again so that we could finish up this time.
After a while, I got the impression that he wanted me to follow him, which I did with pleasure.
He led me up the paved path, past the gap in the foliage that allowed one to go down to the edge of the pond, and alongside it, to where most action took place. Then, just after that, heading towards the fence, he turned off the path, and headed up to the point where one could watch the action occurring on the level beneath, by the pond, if one wished. He stood by the tree, which shielded him from being seen from the path. I walked to within a few feet of him and waited for any signal that would provide me with conclusive evidence of his agreement to approach closer.
Even in only the moonlight, I could tell he was checking me out. My cock began to rise further. I adjusted it in my track suit trousers, to provide it with the freedom to grow fully. I kept my hand there, rubbing my dick, hoping it would spur him on to action. I really wanted this lad.
Within a very short time, he followed suit; he gripped his crotch through his jeans, and squeezed it seductively. I was in!
I moved closer, until our cock-stimulating hands were almost touching, and out of courtesy, waited for him to make the next move. From my perspective, this was his last chance to back out gracefully. He didn't (thankfully!). He reached over and gently pushed my hand away from my crotch, and replaced it with his. He felt my fat, hard penis, seemingly measuring its length and girth. I did the same to him, and was reminded of how long it was from our previous opportunity.
We kissed, and I could taste the alcohol on his breath. Maybe a young man who believes he is straight, but is willing to 'experiment' after enough drinks, I thought to myself. No matter to me, he was well fit.
While we were kissing, he slipped his hand into my pants and encompassed my cock with a vice-like grip. I wanted to give him full access, so broke off our tongue duel, and lowered my trousers and underwear to my ankles. He seemed pleased with this turn of events. Once I stood up again, he continued jerking me from where he left off. With his other hand, he was still massaging himself through his jeans.
This continued for some time, including some seductive kissing, but I wanted more than just to feel his fabric-encased hard on. So I started undoing his belt. At first he tried to stop me, but I was insistent.
Finally he relented, opening his jeans and hooking his boxer briefs under his balls. His cock was uncut, long, straight, and like a hot, burning rod of steel. I had to suck it! I got on my knees, pulled the hard knob perpendicular to his body, and went to work, lashing it with my tongue and trying to suck the semen directly from his sizeable balls.
After a while of this, I vaguely became aware of some guys watching us from the path and on the pond-level below us. A few approached, but were quickly and sternly warned away. However, one medium height lad in a full, dark, track suit outfit strode confidently in our direction.
I was still sucking on the delicious, pulsing cock-tube that stuck out from the sexy crotch filling my view, so I didn't see him properly until my partner apparently gave his permission for him to join us. And I was glad that he did.
At best in his very early twenties, he was a platinum blond. He didn't wait on pleasantries, and tried to get me to share my prize cock with him. I didn't want to, and so he indicated he wanted to suck my dick instead. Without removing 'lad1's long, hot dick-stick from its pleasure prison, I stood up and 'lad2' immediately engulfed my cock in his warm, moist mouth. Even while providing me with a fantastic blowjob, he would not let anyone else near us, and made it clear in no uncertain terms that we were to be left to ourselves.
This having been accomplished, and with both us bent over at the waist to attend to our respective oral 'duties', he allowed 'lad1' to feel him up, and then quickly dropped his trackies and shorts to his ankles, to give 'lad1' unfettered access to his young, smooth cock, balls, and ass. When I had a chance, but without losing my rhythm, I checked out the new 'pleasure equipment' available to enjoy. His pubes appeared to be a very light colour, proving he was a true blond, and although his cock was cut (not my favourite), it was a nice size, curving upwards and slightly to the right.
Every now and again, 'lad2' would attempt to suck 'lad1's cock-rocket, but as I was committed to my first and favoured conquest, I would not relinquish it to him. He would then straighten up, and begin kissing 'lad1' and sucking his nipples, before starting the cycle all over.
I don't know if he expected to get some ass action, or perhaps he was not enjoying the threesome as much as he had hoped, but 'lad1' seemed to become increasingly agitated, and finally broke off all physical contact from either of us, pulled up his underwear and jeans, and walked off, not to return.
I was slightly puzzled, and most disappointed, as I had not had the chance to watch this magnificent specimen of young manhood reach his climax and shoot his load, always the most sexually exciting part and highlight of any encounter (in my humble opinion anyway).
But 'lad2' was not to be denied. He kneeled and went to work on my cock with renewed fervor. And I was getting close.
As I watched his short, blond-haired head moving rapidly up and down my shaft, with accompanying sucking and slurping sounds, I indicated this to him. I expected he would remove my dick-stick from his mouth, and finish me off with his hands, but no chance. He redoubled his efforts, both in terms of sucking speed, as well as using his hand to wank me off. I reached the point of no return, gasped that I was cumming, and started squirting my semen in his mouth. He took it all, until my spasming prostrate was no longer able to pump out any more jizz, then turned to the side and spat it all out into the bushes and the ground.
I offered to help him cum as well, but he indicated that he had already done so. He got up off his knees, redressed himself and melted into the night.
And when I reached down to the garments around my ankles to cover my now limp penis, I realized why he did not need me to suck him off; the front of my tracksuit trousers were absolutely covered in thick, slimy cum. He must have climaxed at the same time I was unloading in his mouth.
I used my handkerchief to soak up as much of it as possible and left the park, the remnants of his cum on the outside and mine seeping from within my pants, mixing together as I traveled home, vowing to return.