"Pocket Park" By Mike Austin
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This is not a love story of relationships that evolve and a couple lives happily ever after. It is the pursuit of raw and repeated sex between guys who have formed a unique relationship with no strings attached.
It was a sticky, hot July day. Louis had finished the house clean-up and the yard guy was working the yard over. Louis needed to make a liquor store run to stock up for a couple of tricks he'd invited over that night. One, Jorge was an older (44 year old) stud that Louis had met in a beach bar about 10 years ago. Jorge's cock was about 7" long but had a huge golf-ball sized head that capped off an equally thick 7" veiny, circumferenced pole. Sam was Jorge's nephew and at 25, was a stud of renown. Sam's cock was longer; a hefty 9" swinging dick, but missing that huge dickhead. Still, the pair presented a major dick force. Both guys loved their tequila and the 35-year old Louis intended to be well stocked for the cockfest ahead.
Grabbing his keys, Louis wrote a check for the yard guy and headed off on the liquor run. His cut-off jeans, AC/DC vintage t-shirt and well-worn Nike runners kept him cool and showed off his firm, squared off pecs, hard eraser nips, slight coat of fur and the jeans cupped by the jock beneath, posed an ample bulge. The day's glare was already intense and the tall iced tea in the cupholder was sweating condensate profusely, almost as much as Louis' sweat-marked t-shirt, chest and face. The truck just hadn't cooled down enough yet and Louis decided to stop in the shaded pocket park on the highway leading into town, to allow the a/c to catch up and cool down the truck interior. The tall poplar trees with their peeling bark and dense umbrella foliage, created an ideal cool-down spot. Louis stretched a bit, grabbed his jock encased crotch and downed more of his iced tea. Not long after he began to cool down, a red Toyota Tundra pulled into the park's farther parking spot and a 20-something curly-haired guy exited the truck, lit up a cigarette and sat on the edge of one of the concrete picnic tables. The image of the young stud, jeans taut across his bulge, half-way sitting on the table's edge and not quite standing, caught Louis' gaze. He smoked slowly, ignoring Louis' intense cruising. Nonchalantly, he scratched his jeaned-crotch and chest, concealed by a baggy red t-shirt. The young guy watched the traffic slide by on the highway as he finished the cigarette and finally turned his attention to the guy in the silver pick-up who'd been there before he stopped for his smoke. The 20-something stood, stretched and turned away from the highway traffic and grabbed his crotch as a display to Louis, who took note and stepped from his own truck and leaned against the left front fender staring at the young curly-haired stud. The young guy walked to the passenger side of his truck, concealed from traffic, unzipped and pulled out his dick to take a leak. The pull-off pocket park was positioned between the highway and railroad tracks and the guy's truck prevented traffic views. Finishing his piss, the young guy began stroking his cock, showing off to Louis and leaned back enjoying the shade and rush of J/O sensations. Louis wanted the young guy, wanted to swallow his cock which even from this distance, appeared more than ample for a 5`8"-5'10" guy. Louis walked toward the Tundra slowly, halfway listening for any approaching freight train, as the young guy stood upright, aimed his cock to the ground and continued the stroke session; before releasing it and letting it bounce upright, cantilevered in midair, thumping up and down. He knew the dick-toying action would attract any hungry cocksucker and it had.
Louis extended a handshake; "name's Louis" and shook the young guy's hand who replied, "Jim here man, you interested in this", nodding to the hard dick aimed out from his crotch? Louis wasted no time considering the cock and began, "hell yeah but not here, I live just a few blocks away if you got the time, I'll make it worth your while"? "Sure sure" Jim replied and the pair got into their respective trucks. Jim followed Louis to his house. Louis' yard guy Hector was just leaving the house, as the pair pulled into the driveway. Jim followed Louis inside, accepted the offer of a beer, acknowledged he was 25 and horny as fuck. Handing the beer to his new guest, Louis dropped to his knees, groped Jim's crotch and began rubbing his face into the denim crotch, urging the cock to harden up again as at the pocket park.
Jim wasted no time, grabbing Louis's head and grinding the man's face into his denim crotch, then face pumping the man. Moans emanated from deep within Louis' throat as the young stud's cock began to grow. Still the jeans kept The Prize from view as suddenly Jim stepped back, unhooked his belt, dropped his fly and flagged the hard 25 year old bone at the cocksucker before him. "You need this right", "wanna gobble it down your throat and swallow my slime as you deep-throat it right" came Jim's teasing queries? Louis moaned the affirmative, remaining on his knees as Jim began slapping his dick across Louis' face. Louis was rock hard in his jock and jeans cut-offs as Jim dropped his own jeans to the floor before the kneeling cocksucker. Jim summoned Louis to "come get it" and Louis did as directed from the position on his knees to the hard upcurved veiny cock before him. For a shorter statured guy, Jim sported a stiff 8" cock that was pumping pre-cum as he jacked, teased and face-smacked Louis. Jim used his left hand at the back of Louis' head to guide the cocksucker's mouth to his hard-on, then finger locked his right and left hands behind Louis' head and began skullfucking the older guy beneath him. Condensate pooled around the beer can in the coaster on the table beside the sex-scene unfolding in Louis' living room. Gripping firmly, Jim began a serious face fuck and Louis didn't withdraw or decline, just opened his throat for the feeding, horny stud cock buried down his throat. From a guttural near-gasp Jim stated and questioned, "you swallow it right cocksucker"? Louis moaned affirmatively again. With that Jim blew his wad deep in Louis' throat, as he gripped his head with vice-like hands until he'd emptied his balls. "Fucking great head dude" Jim added as he pulled his cock from Louis' throat and let the eager sucker lap his cock dry. Zipping up, Jim chugged the beer. Louis stood, reached for his wallet and pulled out a $50. Jim's eyes lit up, as he added "oh hell yeah, nice bro". Redressing, Jim saved Louis' number and promised to reconnect. Louis followed the young feeder to the driveway. Each got in their trucks and Jim headed away. Louis resumed his liquor store run, but with a huge load of 20-something cum sloshing in his gut...