In the Park
Fairmount Park, in Philly, is big, and it has a variety of places to play various sports, go to concerts, playgrounds for kids, and just hang out in nature. It was also reputed to have places for gay cruising and sex in the woods. Being a college student, white, bi, 6', 185 lbs., 7" cut, and always horny, on a Saturday in October I was ready for some action. The campus had emptied out, the jocks and their admirers were at an away football game, my friends were gone, even the Freshmen on my dorm floor had found something to do, so, I walked the mile to where my pickup truck was garaged (no place on campus for it) and went to the Park. I had a clue where I was going, the park is at least 2,000 acres in size, from the net, but was not sure what I would find, and exactly where I might find it.
The first several areas I found with a number of cars parked were duds. Although trails led into the woods, they were really parking for playing fields and one had a big dog park. On the fourth try I hit gold. About a dozen cars had guys sitting in them. Clue number 1. I parked, and could see guys eyeing me, most of them older, and older by far. I walked on a trail into the woods. Ground littered with tissues, used condoms, and condom wrappers. Clue number 2. A few guys, mostly much older, hanging around off the sides of the trail. Clue number 3. This was it.
The advice I had gotten from a gay friend was that the further I walked in, the younger and more fit the guys would get. He was not wrong. Unlike the gay `health club' I had been in at the beginning of the summer, where the whole place was a mix of guys, this was like a Swedish smorgasboard, when you first went into the woods, it was the appetizers, mostly unfit old guys, in the middle in the deep woods it was the main course, decent guys of many types to choose from, and at the top of a rise, furthest from the parking lot, the dessert -- not many guys but all of them the best the city has to offer.
Going shopping before I settled on a guy to play with, I saw maybe 30 guys altogether. At the top of the rise, standing on a big rock, stood Adonis, or a live Hispanic replica. Great muscles, made me look average, a white tank top, blue, tight, athletic shorts, blue and gold Nike's, no socks, a Phillies baseball hat, mirror shades, and looking around, sort of with a "leave me alone, bitch" facial expression. Knowing when I am not wanted, I did not approach him. There were three trails that lead to that rise. I stood there for a few minutes watching him, and seeing who else came up the trails. One old guy, but in very good shape, and braver than most (including me) approached him, and Adonis quickly said, "Fuck off, old man."
Old man, passing me on his way down the trail said, to me, "No harm in trying. Why don't you give him a go? He, and I, are here a lot, and there is no telling who he will eventually hook up with. He really likes to be admired from a distance, and eventually, he will hook up. And although he comes across as a dom top, other guys have told me he is a sub, when things get serious."
So I stood there, was approached by a few decent looking guys, and a few trolls, and told them all, "Maybe later," and a few of them, watching me watching Adonis, told me "Good luck with that guy" or something similar.
I was there maybe 15 minutes and Adonis came down off the rock, "sprang" would best describe the physical feat, went past me into the woods and stopped, turned around, and looked at me. So, fondling my junk I approached him. He fondled his junk through his shorts. He did not move, or say anything. I kept walking toward him, and said, "Hi, my name is Jason."
"Ramon," he said. I moved in and put a hand on his chest. That seemed ok.
"Great pecs," I said, and used two hands to feel his chest and his now hard nips. His cock was clearly hard, as was mine.
"Keep going," he said. So, I did. He just stood there.
"I want to call you Adonis," I said.
"Ok," he said, "but my name is Ramon." He had a heavy Latin accent.
"Can I see your cock?"
"Yes. It is self-service." So, I pulled down his shorts a way and took his cock and balls out over the top. His cock was very hard, very brown, uncut, about the same size as mine, dripping precum, big tight ball sac. I pulled back the foreskin. The head was brownish/pink and big compared to the shaft."
"Suck it," he said. Just then guys were coming up two of the trails. "Company," he said, pulling up his shorts. "My place?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
"Follow me, you got a car?" Suddenly the Latin accent was gone, replaced by a Philadelphia accent.
"Yes."
"Ok, I had to walk a long way, and take a bus, so you ok with driving me to the Northeast? I live on a safe street, as long as you do not have a high theft car." That was the longest sentence he had uttered so far.
"Ok, 10 year old pickup."
So, I followed him down the hill, to the parking lot, to my truck, we both got in, he gave me directions, and we went. After a few minutes he grabbed my cock through my shorts. "Can I suck it?" he asked.
"Sure," and I pulled my shorts down to give him access. Up high in my pickup, nobody could see in. He was good at it. But between him giving me directions and the traffic, and being in an unfamiliar part of Philly, I told him to hold off. We made small talk, HIV status, he had just graduated as a nurse, and had a job at a big hospital, was born in Philly, his parents lived downstairs, his brother in the other apartment on the second floor, his brother was married to a woman, but no kids. They all knew he was gay and it was ok. He rarely brought guys home, usually got admired, sometimes showed his cock or got blown, but mostly went home and jerked off afterwards.
Eventually we pulled off the major street, full of bars and bodigas with bars on the windows, and check cashing services, but the side street was brick row houses, some with one mailbox next to the door, and some with 2 or 3. They had small front yards, most of them neat and full of late season flowers, some with vegetables, like pumpkins, tomato plants still producing. "Take the first parking space you find," he said, and I did.
He led the way to a rowhouse with three mailboxes, the top one said Ramon ............. They all had the same Hispanic surname. He unlocked the mailbox, picked up his mail, unlocked two door locks, and we went in, making sure the deadbolt was engaged behind us, and climbed the stairs to the second floor, and then he unlocked two more locks on the door to the left. "Home," he said. "Do you kiss?"
"Sometimes," I said, "take it slow and see what happens." The apartment smelled good, and he smelled good. We kissed, he followed my lead, and went slow. He nuzzled my neck, moved to my mouth, easy kiss, a little tongue action, more tongue action, I sucked his lower lip and he moaned and pushed his hard cock against my leg, shorts and all. He was a good kisser.
The apartment was typical student -- front room with old couch and big TV, back room with bedroom, looking out over an alley to a similar building, kitchen and bathroom, both old but clean, in between.
"Fuck me," Ramon pleaded, "Please fuck me, I need a cock up my ass so much. I hope you top and don't cum too soon."
"Have no fear," I replied. "I am mostly top, I have bottomed enough to know what feels good, I can go long and strong, and if I cum, I can stay hard and cum again, and if I cum again, after a little rest, I can go again. The advantage of being 20."
"Me, too," he said. "I want to cum the first time, on all 4's, no hands, and then turn me over, and fuck me missionary, and play with my nips while I jerk off, and pull out and cum on my cock.
"Sounds good to me," I said. He opened the condom pack and put it in his mouth and rolled it on my cock with his mouth. Having tried this, I knew it was not an easy trick. "How did you learn to do this?" I asked.
"I practiced on a banana and then on a dildo and then on a few real cocks. But I am picky, I have found that almost anyone, male or female, wants my body, so I can afford to be. You can be picky, too. Let me lube us up."
He lubed up his hole and my cock, and turned over, ass up, and I slid it in. He was such a turn on, amazing muscles, back wide at the shoulders, narrow waist, bubble butt buns, all muscle, when he tensed up, it was all rock hard, when he relaxed it was soft. We fucked. And fucked some more. And some more, he moaned, I felt really good, and suddenly he clamped down and came all over the bed, no hands.
He pulled away, I flopped out, semi hard, since I was trying not to cum, he turned over on his back, showing his great rectangular pecs, big lats, brown nips, washboard abs, nice cock, still hard and throbbing, balls pulled all the way up into his crotch, hardly showing at all, big thighs. It took only 15 seconds for me to be fully hard again. He pulled his legs up almost to his shoulders, I put on a little more lube, and plunged right in.
He moaned again and began working his cock. I was working his giant pecs. He would pull the foreskin all the way back, straining the cock head, and then cover it, and do three or four short strokes with it covered, and repeat. I am always amazed at how different folks have different strokes.
"I'm cumming," he said.
"Ok, me, too." And I pulled out, pulled the condom off and jerked off on his hands and his cock that he was furiously working. He came again, not so much as the first time, but plenty.
"Feed it to me with your mouth." I licked the combined cum off his cock and belly and fed it to him. He was still hard, and so was I. "69," he said, "so we can lick each other's cock clean." We did. His cum tasted a bit like hot sauce, mine was more neutral."
"Wow," I said, sitting on his beat up but comfortable couch, nursing a beer. "You think we can do this again someday? I'm not looking for a lover, but you are a nice guy, and a great fuck, and you appear to have your act together."
"Same here," he said. "You seem to be ok with me being kind of dom and kind of sub -- I like to be in control, being a dom part, and like to be fucked, being a sub. Most guys want someone who is one or the other, and my image is a dom/top, given all the muscles."
"You are just great with me," I said. "It is all good."
"How are you with Cuban food, more fruit than Mexican, but just as hot? It might calm my mother and sister-in-law down since they are always after me to get a boyfriend, and even if we are just fuck buddies, it will take some pressure off me."
"Sure, I can always use a home cooked meal." And we exchanged contact information, and told a bit of our life stories, hugged, kissed, and I was gone. My truck was where I left it, undamaged, but, if I were to go there at night, I think I would take an Uber.