This is a short story, anecdote, or memoir in a series about coming of age in Salt Lake City during the 1960s ad 1970s. This is a fiction that is part of a series as on my personal memories and experiences of coming out as a gay man in the 1960s and 1970s.
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Pioneer Park - SLC .01
I moved to SLC when I turned 18. It was the early 1960s and Salt Lake was still a casual western railroad town nestled at the foothills of the Wasatch Mountains. There were several places in the city where an underage guy could get some hot action. The old Wasatch Plunge, a natural hot springs that had been developed into a large swimming attraction and spa, was always good for a mid week afternoon romp. Most of the city's large parks had public rest rooms that attracted a variety of men during different parts of the day. And City Creek Canyon, a beautiful place with lots of scrub oak and other native trees, offered hikers and joggers many private places to hook up.
Pioneer Park may have been the oldest and most notorious place in the city for clandestine encounters. It was a city block of green space across from the Rio Grande train station. On the north side of the park, stood a row of old hotels that had originally been built for train travelers. The golden era of train travel was long gone. But the hotels still offered cheap rooms rented mostly to single men by the week or month. The large park had only one public rest room and it was inconveniently placed on the far east side of the park next to a very busy street. But that didn't stop people from dropping in at all hours of the day.
I usually rode my bicycle to the park and would sit against an old elm tree and watch who entered and left that rest room. It was an old cement building from the 1900s. The men's side of the place had a long trough urinal at which you stood to pee. Opposite the urinal were four toilet stalls with wood partitions separating them. The doors to the stalls were missing. So anyone sitting in a stall had a full view of everyone taking a piss. The early afternoons were sort of busy, but bathroom traffic increased a lot around 5:00 PM when people were getting off of work.
One afternoon as I sat against my elm tree lookout an old cowboy wandered over and asked if I had a match. I didn't smoke. He feigned disappointment, but stuck around making small talk. Eventually, he invited himself to sit down. He was crisply dressed in new Levis, cowboy shirt and hat. He presented himself as very clean, but he was in his mid seventies and too old for me, or so I thought. He was rail thin and had an impressive white mustache. He still had a good head of hair, too. Although his hair was mostly white. But despite his age he still had the square jawed features of a good-looking ranch hand with soft blue eyes. It was obvious he had been a very rugged and handsome young man. He still was rugged and very masculine.
As he nervously chatted with me he also kept his eyes on the rest room. And it wasn't long before he was squeezing his crotch hoping I would get the idea. He asked if I had a girl friend. I tried to put him off by telling him I did. That just caused him to ask if she put out and how often we had sex. He shared some stories about pussy and his experiences in Nevada brothels. He was almost too descriptive, telling me about sexual encounters and stuff that sort of shocked me. But at the same time I was getting turned on hearing about all of the women he had fucked and also shared with other men. The idea of two or more guys having sex with one woman at the same time really piqued my interest, although I wasn't into girls. The more he talked about his sexual exploits the more I got turned on. I had to adjust myself so my swelling dick wasn't cramped in my Levis. He noticed that. It was the opening he was looking for. He reached over and rubbed my crotch, asking if I wanted him to take care "that." I was repulsed at first. I wasn't into guys as old as he was and I politely moved his hand away. But he was persistent.
"Look," he said. "We're both here for pretty much the same thing. Let's go over to the rest room and I can suck you off. You'll enjoy it. I'm sure you'll enjoy it," he persisted.
I was shocked at how forward he was. Not that the idea of getting a blow job didn't appeal to me. After all, he diagnosed why I was at the park checking out the action. He kept at it and finally wore me down by telling a couple more stories of his sexual escapades double penetrating brothel workers and tag teaming fellow cowboys at the National Rodeo in Reno. We both got up, stretched our legs and walked to the rest room together. He opened a creaky old wooden screen door, holding it open for me, and I nervously walked in.
The sound of the screen door caused two men already inside the place to quit playing with each other and act innocent. But it was obvious what they had been up to. Both were in their mid 40s and wore suits. One of them tried to hide his hard on by turning his back to us. The other guy, who had saliva dripping down his chin, covered his crotch with his hands. These guys were safe. My soon-to-be new old friend quickly dropped his pants and sat in one of the open stalls. He motioned for me to come to him and I did without hesitation. Knowing the two guys we'd surprised had already been getting it on made me even hornier. I was happy to get off and spend a load as soon as possible.
When the two men saw what the old cowboy and I were up to they turned to one another, jacked each other and stared at us. I was turned on by the idea of showing off in front of them. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my 501s, pulling out my already hard cock. The old cowboy didn't seem disappointed when he saw my hard 8 inches. And I was even more surprised to see that he had a respectable piece of meat between his legs, too. His cock was still a bit flaccid, but he was packing. He had what appeared to be at least 8 or 9 inches of well-seasoned man meat, even though he wasn't completely hard. He took my cock into his mouth and I was amazed. He began to give me the best blow job I'd ever had up to that point in my life. It was incredible. Then, as I looked down on him I saw he had a set of false teeth in the front pocket of his cowboy shirt. I was amused and a little bit disgusted. But it was too late. He had his mouth firmly planted on my dick and there was no escape. I turned my head back to look at the two guys who were jacking off. One of them was a bit older than the other and had short dark beard. He was bent over happily sucking on the younger guy's dick. As I watched them the heat in my balls grew until I was ready to explode.
"I'm going to come," I said. The old cowboy pulled off my dick and squeezed my butt with his left hand.
"Hold off a bit, if you can," he told me. "I want to enjoy this." He had a look of serious lust in his face. It was difficult, but I was able stop from ejaculating, which was a bit painful. He looked behind me to check out the two other men. He said, "That's pretty fucking hot, isn't it kid?" He didn't expect an answer. We both breathed heavily as we watched the two other men take turns sucking each other off. They stopped, too, and stepped away from the trough urinal to stand behind me, their wet cocks swinging in their hands.
"Go on," said the older guy with the beard. "Let's see you shoot that load." And with that encouragement I slid my cock back into the old cowboy's mouth and held on to the back of his head.
"Fuckin' drain me!" I demanded. And drain me he did. The two men both slid their free hands up and down my legs and tugged on my balls. The younger of the two even slid his fat hard cock up the crack between my butt cheeks. That did it. I convulsed, very weak in the knees, and dumped my load, four or five squirts, into the cowboy's hot, toothless mouth. He made sure to get the most out of me by gently clamping his gums on my dick. It was amazing. I forgot about anything that I had initially thought of as gross as his hot wet mouth gulped down my load and savored the leavings he was able to coax out of my dick. The guy with his dick up between my legs loudly whispered, "That's hot. That's fucking hot, man." I leaned back against him, completely spent.
Before I had a chance to pull out of the old cowboy's mouth the screen door squeaked open. We scurried like scared mice. I slipped into the stall next to the old cowboy. The two other guys dashed back to stand in front of the urinal and fumbled with their pants and belts.
"Well, howdy, gentlemen," boomed a deep voice. "This looks just like what the doctor ordered." We were all stunned at having been caught. But we were even more stunned to see a tall beefy man about 50 years old beam a big smile and pull a huge cock out of his pants. "Looks like this is where I might get some relief for my little friend here," he said laughing and wagging his not so little cock back and forth. We sort of relaxed, but we were still a bit leery of this big stranger. He looked back through the screen door for a few seconds and then said, "I think we've all got a bit more time to socialize. How about it?" From his opened fly he waved a monster that was ready to be worshipped.
Although I was only 18 I had seen my fair share of big dicks in my short life. However, this guy had the biggest I'd ever seen. He stood about 6'4" and easily weighed 250 pounds. He was hefty, but not fat. And like the other two guys had a full head of dark brown hair. He also had a good-looking face and killer grin.
Holding his monster cock in his right hand he walked over to the guys at the urinal. He grinned as he presented his cock and asked,"either of you gentlemen interested in a taste?" This big guy certainly knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it.
The guys at the urinal stared down at his cock with a look of amazement. The younger one said, "That thing is fucking huge?" and reached out to hold it. And the older guy helped him. Together they undid his belt and opened his pants. My cock was still wet from the old cowboy's mouth and still out of my pants. From the stall I had retreated to I could see out the screen door and also had a good view of the action beginning to take place in front of me. The wooden partition between me and the old cowboy had a large glory hole cut in it and I could see him still sitting on the toilet and stroking a respectable nine uncut inches. For a man of his age he had a damn fine cock that stood to attention.
The guys at the urinal were happy to jack off this new guy, but seemed a bit hesitant to do anything else. The old cowboy stood up and leaned around the partition and whispered, "Don't run off, kid. Keep a lookout for cops. This is going to be good." He pulled up his pants just enough so he could walk. He moved over to the urinal for a better look. Soon he was on his knees in front of the three men feeling them all up. Even though I had just blown a wad I felt a stirring in my crotch. I was almost hard again with a large drop of pre cum clinging to the end of my dick.
To help cut the tension the big new guy bent over and took the older bearded man's dick into his mouth. My old cowboy reached over to the younger guy and pulled him close. In a split second he had inhaled the younger guy's cock, nursing on it like the pro he was. The two men leaned into each other and sucked face as they both enjoyed having their cocks sucked. It was a very heady scene to watch and I was horny and ready to join in.
The big guy stood back up and moved in to enjoy sucking face with the two guys, the old cowboy was content sucking the younger one's cock. I slid in to get a better look at the big guy's monster dick. It was huge. On close inspection I could see he was uncircumcised. I tried reaching around it with one hand, but had to use two. The big guy was hard as a rock and twitched a bit when I pulled his foreskin back and forth up and down his shaft. He was horned up and dripping lots of pre cum. I collected as much of it as I could with my fingers and tasted it. It was good, a sweet alkaline taste -- and warm. I wanted to suck the big guy's cock so bad, but it was just too damn big. I tried. I bent down and licked the head of his dick and then stuffed as much of the head in as I could in my mouth. He was just too much for me. So, I returned to stroking him as he shared spit with the two other guys.
The old cowboy had sensed that the big guy's cock was up for grabs and grab he did. He made a loud smacking noise as he pulled his mouth tightly off of the younger guy's cock, then swiveled around on his knees to check out the big guy's monster. I remember thinking, "Holy Shit!" as I watched the old cowboy effortlessly take in the head of the big guy's cock. The big guy turned to make it easier for the old cowboy to service him. He reached out and held me close to him with one arm, "This dude is fantastic," he said looking down in my face and grinning. And with that he licked my forehead and nose. "Give me a taste," he said, opening his mouth and stuffing his tongue down my throat. He'd reached down to feel my cock and retrieved some pre cum from my own dick which he then made me lick off of his fingers. Then we shared the taste. The younger guy reached down to gather some of my pre cum, too. He stuck a glistening finger in his mouth and smiled at us. The big guy winked at him. The younger guy moved in to suck face with us. The big guy groaned. The old cowboy's talented mouth was working its magic. What was actually only about five or six minutes passed as if it were hours. The sight of that guy's giant cock being worked on got all of us horned up in a senseless state.
The big guy looked down at the old cowboy and said, "Let's give it a rest, friend. You've got me ready to bust." And with that he pulled the head of his cock out of the old man's mouth. Then he pulled the geezer up indicating he should join us.
"Look at that," the big guy exclaimed holding the old cowboy's hard on against his own cock. "That's a respectable piece of well-aged meat you've got there, sir!" The big guy just kept grinning. "Looks like it could use some attention," he said fondling the aged meat. And that was it. The big guy knelt down and inhaled the old cowboy's leaking hard on.
The old cowboy winked at me with a smile. "That's what I call being real friendly," he said to no one in particular. The old cowboy threw his head back and exclaimed, "Son, where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" His cock was buried in the big guy's face. He was getting deep throated and it drove him crazy. I stood close with the other two guys. We took turns stroking each other as we watched the show. Without much warning the old cowboy began to gasp.
"Hell, I'm gonna shoot right down your throat, buddy!" and the old cowboy stiffened. We were impressed at the steady number of contractions the he had convulsing into the big guy's mouth. The big guy sure did appear to enjoy what he was doing. When the old cowboy stopped squirting the big guy reluctantly let the mature cock slide out of his mouth. He grabbed and squeezed it gently, licking any droplets of cum he could coax with his tongue. Then he patted the old cowboy on his ass and stood up. There was spit and cum dripping out of the corners of his mouth.
"Who's next," he asked grinning. He looked into my eyes and asked, "How about you, buddy?" I was more than happy to let him, but the younger guy who had been stroking me quickly grabbed the big guy's cock and knelt down. He was more successful than I had been at getting his mouth around the head of the big guy's cock. In fact, he was able to take more into his mouth than the old cowboy. "Oh, yeah . . ." said the big guy. "That's it. Choke on the fucker!" The older guy with the beard knelt down next to the younger one and mouthed the base of the big guy's shaft. He even tried to take turns sucking the big guy. They worked out a rhythm, clamping their mouths to either side of the giant cock and slurping up and down on it, occasionally stopping at the tip to mash their tongues down each other's throat.
The big guy bent down and whispered in my ear, "Hey, Kid. Move around behind me and slip that pretty dick of yours up the crack of my ass." I was a bit surprised, but I didn't have to be asked twice. He bent his knees, lowering his ass to the same level as my cock. When I timidly spread his butt cheeks he took over and rubbed the head of my cock up and down against his ass hole, wiping himself with my precum. I was into it. I pushed up into him and found I had no problem getting the head of my cock past his sphincter.
"Hold it right there," said the big guy. He reached around to feel the base of my cock. Then he slowly backed himself onto my pole, letting me ease into him. I could have passed out from the sensation of his hot ass enveloping my cock. He held me tight and instructed the two other guys to suck him off. The old cowboy helped hold me up and licked inside my ear and down my neck as I held my young cock in the big guy's ass. The his ass was hot and throbbed. That made me harder than I thought possible. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sounds of the two guys sucking him. The big guy's ass muscles twinged clamping down hard around my cock. The big guy was shooting.
He let out a strong sustained moan. I could actually feel the spooge course through his dick as his prostate squeezed and released . . . squeezed and released . . . squeezed and released. But the big guy was clamped down so tight on my dick that I couldn't come. Hell, I couldn't even pull out. He finally relaxed, reached around and slowly pulled me out of him.
"Hey, thanks, kid." He turned around and planted a big sloppy kiss on my mouth. He also made sure I had the opportunity to taste the lingering streams of the old cowboy's cum drying on his cheeks. It tasted good.
"Fuck, that was hot," I said to the big guy with an obvious sense of gratitude. "You're an amazing stud," I added.
"No. Thank you," he returned and grinned at me. His monster cock was still hard and slick from being worked over by the two guys in suits. And they both had cum dripping from their mouths. The old cowboy moved around us and dropped on his knees again, this time servicing both of the men who had just serviced him. They were into it.
"That is some cock you have mister," I said reaching down and holding it up. It glistened in my hands as I stared and tugged on it. A last few drips of cum appeared and I bent down to catch them with my tongue. It was sweet and thick. The big guy jumped back a little when I tried to suck on him.
"Whoa, kid," he laughed. "I'm too sensitive to shoot again so soon." He grabbed my hard on and said, "Let's take care of this. Shall we?" He walked me over to one of the hand basins, turned on the cold water and washed my dick. The cold water quickly scared away my erection. He dried me off with what little toilet paper was available. When he was through he gave me a major hug and whispered in my ear, "Do you like sucking cock, buddy?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure. What's not to like?" I answered.
He motioned over to the old cowboy who had taken his place working on the two guys in front of the urinal. "How's about we help your old friend over there finish those young daddies off?" he asked.
He took hold of my flaccid cold dick and led me over to everyone in front of the urinal. He pushed me down to one side of the old cowboy who was vigorously going to town on the bearded guy's cock. The big guy knelt on the other side of the old cowboy and the three of us took turns alternately sucking the two men. They were definitely into it. In no time at all the younger guy began to shoot. The old cowboy and the big guy kept their mouths busy sucking and licking the younger guy as he spilled his load. It was a hot thing to watch. It also prompted the bearded guy to begin to cum, too. I had the bearded guy's cock as deep into my mouth as I could get it, past the back of my throat. When he started to shoot the old cowboy and big guy pulled me off of him and mutually drank in as much cum as the bearded guy could spill. I had cum dripping out of my mouth. I stood up and presented my hard on to the cum hounds on their knees. The big guy and old cowboy didn't miss a beat, taking charge of my cock. The bearded guy leaned in and wiped some of his cum off of my face. He licked his finger and smiled at me. I grabbed the bearded guy and made him stick his tongue in my mouth. He seemed to enjoy tasting what was left of his own spooge coating my tongue.
It a few second I was blasting another load. The old cowboy and the big guy worked in tandem to suck me dry, taking all of the cum I could shoot into their mouths. Then they turned to one another and shared my load, sucking and tonguing back and forth. I pulled away and leaned against one of the stall partitions with my dick waving loosely out of my pants. The younger guy took advantage of the opportunity to feel me up. He licked my neck and kissed me. And he bent down and sucked on my waning hard on. It felt good. I grabbed his cock and we mashed our tools together using spit and friendship. The bearded guy pulled up his pants, putting away his meat and tucked in his shirt. He came over to us and gave us a warm hug before he left the restroom. The younger guy and I held each other as we watched the old cowboy inhale the big guy's monster meat one more time.
It was around 3:00 in the afternoon. No one had disturbed us. We relaxed and enjoyed the show in that old restroom, watching the old cowboy devour the big guy's huge cock. Holding each other, the younger guy and I enjoyed a satisfied sense of peace. It was as if we were old friends, me with my hand around his soft dick and the young guy holding mine. Then we heard the tell tale foot steps of someone coming to the rest room.
"Quick!" whispered the young guy, someone's coming!" We quickly packed our junk up and headed towards the screen door. As we left a pack of adolescent kids ran past us. We parted company and I returned to sit against the trunk of my favorite old elm tree, leaving the big guy and the old cowboy to fend for themselves.