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The Playground
As September rolled on my room became the social center of the dorm floor. Students with questions about studies predominated, but there were also students with social problems, mostly Freshmen, boys (or I guess I should say "men") and women both. To get my studying done I had to go to the science library, but tried to get back to the dorm by 10 pm, and then left my door open so students would know I was available. Things would quiet down on the weekend, and I could get some work done in my room then, especially on Sunday mornings, but my idea that having a single room would lead to privacy for sex was misplaced.
But, just down the street from my dorm was an old city cemetery, surrounded by stone walls, with lots of trees and bushes, and monuments of all styles and ages. It had iron gates which were open all day, and when I wanted to get away, that is where I would go, at least when the weather was good. I would look at the old tombstones, marveling at the number of children who died, as well as the people who lived to their 90's. And the guys who buried two or more wives, and many children.
Even though the automobile gate was closed and locked at night, one could still walk in, and one moonlit night, in September, I did. Walking around I heard some groaning and, walking silently, I saw two guys fucking, the bottom was bending over a tombstone, the top fucking him doggie. That got me hard, and I pulled out my cock, and started playing with it with my right, and playing with my nips with my left, up under my shirt.
I moved a little closer, to see the action a bit better, the bottom was my baseball coach, Coach Bartlett, and the top was my fellow ball player, Bill. I knew Bill was gay, we had played in Nashville on my drive back from Wyoming, but had no idea about Coach. Just then Coach turned and saw me, and, I was close enough that he recognized me. "Shit," he said.
"No problem," I replied. "I've seen it all before, and I can keep my mouth shut, except, maybe you want me to suck your cock while you are being fucked?" He was a hot guy, about 40, in great shape, and had a nice up curved cock which I had seen a few times in the locker room, but never hard. Bill never stopped fucking, he smiled at me and said hi, and kept on going. I moved over and got down under Coach, he backed away from the tombstone to give me room, and I got right on his cock. It was cut, dripping precum, and hard as a rock. Meanwhile Bill`s balls were bumping my chin, I had seen his cock before, close up, and it was still as hot as the first time. I was not at it very long when Coach came, a little spurt and then a half dozen big ones. I licked them up, and Coach said, "Whoa, it is too sensitive now, just lay off please." So, I did.
Bill then said, "Hey Jason, you want to fuck me? I need it to cum. Condom in my back pocket."
"Sure," I replied. I found the condoms, put one on, spit on my hand and lubed it up, spit on his asshole, and fingered it in, Coach meanwhile had gotten down in front of Bill, had pulled off Bill`s condom and was sucking his cock. I put mine in Bill's ass, it was a little slow, and then, it went in, and after a half dozen thrusts Bill said, "I am cumming, don't stop, don't stop, harder, harder," and so I fucked him for all he was worth, he came, clamping down on me, and I came, and Coach, playing with his cock, came again.
"Can you keep this quiet?" Coach asked. "Just so there is no issue about favoritism, I keep my sex life totally separate from my coaching job - no matter how good sex with you might be it won't affect my decisions about who plays on the teams I coach."
"Of course," I said. "And, to change the subject, does sex happen here often?"
"Sure does, it is a great place for outdoor sex, until winter comes. I bet there are a dozen other guys wandering around here looking to play right now. Is this your first time here?"
"No," I said, "I come here a lot in the afternoons just to get away from the campus, be among the trees, and take a break, but I have never been here at night before. I wish I had known about it three years ago!"
"Well, welcome to "The Playground" as it is known to all the faggots who come here to cum and play, mostly University people, but townies as well. And, since the neighborhood is upper class, the guys tend to be not criminals, but, I would leave my wallet home if I were you."
So, I cleaned up the best I could, I had worn a condom, but ass juices splash over, I used my underwear and stashed it in my pocket, and wandered around commando. It was peaceful, the edge was off my horniness, so I could shop. And shop I did. I did not see anyone I recognized, but there were at least a half dozen guys I would be happy to play with, including a few Air Force guys (you could tell by the haircut and shoes) who were at the University's language school. A few were quite obviously townies -- the tats kind of gave them away -- and a few were considerably older, not necessarily my cup of tea.
Not looking where I was going, and remember it was dark, I bumped into a really hot guy, early 20's, my height, football player's build, maybe weighed 200, all muscle,
"Sorry, dude," I said. "My bad, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Nor was I," said the guy, "walk and talk with me." He led me to a different corner of the cemetery.
"Want to fool around?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, "what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I am pretty sure we have never met, you a student?"
"Yes, a Senior, you?"
"Grad school, history, not sure it will ever make me rich. Let's just start with the basics -- feel each other up, blow jobs maybe, fuck but I would rather do that at my apartment."
And so, we went into a corner, behind a large monument to a Civil War hero, it would appear, and felt each other up. He had eraser tip nipples, a long thin cut cock, low hanging balls, rounded pecs (where mine are more square), nice firm bubble butt, sloped shoulders and well developed lats, overall a nice body and equipment.
"Can I suck your cock?" he asked, having pulled it out of my shorts.
"Absolutely," I replied. "And I will return the favor." I played with his nips while he sucked me, and, at the same time he was fisting his cock.
"This cock tastes a little funky," he said, "but it is fine, it turns me on. You fuck someone here tonight already?"
"Yes," I replied, "but I can go again, and I had a condom on so my cock should be clean enough. By the way, you have a great build."
"Thanks, I played rugby in college, bulk helps, weighed 25 pounds more, some muscle, some fat."
"Is it true that there is a lot of sex among the rugby players?"
"Yes, not everyone, but enough of the guys play to make it a great scene."
"I would love to hear about it someday."
"Well, it is getting late, let's finish up here, and give me your phone so I can put my number in, and maybe we can get together at my place another night and I can tell you all about it."
So we traded numbers, he took out his cock, we felt each other up a little, put both cocks together, we were about the same size, he dropped down and took mine all the way into his throat, right away, and rapidly sucked me off while he jerked off. I came down his throat and he came all over my shoes. I wiped them off when I got sits a while.back to the dorm, but, first licked them a little, his cum was more sweet than most, and by the time I did it, it had separated as cum will do