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Peoples Park
By
Dave
Peter was a man of 48 years and lived in Spokane, Washington all his life. He had grown up in a Swedish household. They were devote Calvinists, as such he had been taught that cast your seed upon the ground was a sin. And any sex that was not for procreation was a sin. If sex was fun it was bad.
Some older cousins had taught him how to masturbate. He was addicted to doing that but felt guilty doing it. A couple of cousins from both sides of the family had induced him to suck their cocks until they came in his mouth. He spit it out and vowed to never do that again. But he did it several time growing up anyway.
So at 48 he was starting to feel a sexual desire to find out what it would be like to have sex with a man again. He had heard the reputation of the Peoples Park but had avoided the place.
On a warm summer's night he drove to the park and got out of his car and walked through the park. He saw a lot of men but was afraid to approach them. Even when one would flash him a bright smile he walked on as if he had not noticed them. He got nervous and went home.
He visited the park several times that summer but never had the nerve to approach anyone. He became very familiar with the park. He even knew what restrooms they gathered in.
He had even had men stick their dick through glory holes when he was shitting. He just looked at them. I saw a variety of cocks. Some were circumcised some were not. Some had foreskins that extended past the head of the cocks and looked like tied off balloons. Some covered only half the head and looked like they would prevent it from getting any larger. The others were just as interesting. Some had large heads that looked like the padded roll around a helmet. Still others looked like they were small little heads on the end of large tubes of flesh. Some curved upward and other curved to the right or left. Peter assumed that they bent in different directions because of the hand and way each man masturbated.
Still Peter could not bring himself to take up with any of them, or stop visiting the park.
When the weather started to turn bad the number of visitors to the park diminished. Peter found out that they were going to a pornographic bookstore. He visited the place and found that they had arcades in back where men would go into a booth and watch videos. The machines took quarters and they had to spend a couple of bucks to watch one movie from end to end. Each booth had as many as 15 channels to watch.
Peter finally entered a booth and closed the door. The light went out when he closed the door. When he inserted a quarter the booth was filled with the blue glow of the TV screen. The floor was sticky from drying cum. It smelled of cum. He watched a dollar or so. He flipped from channel to the next. He saw young men having sex with each other. He was so stimulated that he wanted to take his dick out and masturbate, but feared doing so.
He left the store and didn't visit again for many months. He struggled with his feelings and desires. But his desires pulled him back. Still he did nothing but read a few books and watch men entering the booths. On the door was posted signs stating laws that only one person to a booth. Still Peter saw men enter a booth and insert a quarter with the door open enough to leave the light on. They would beckon a man in and they would close the door. Peter even entered a booth next to a booth with two in it and listened to the sounds of slurping of a man sucking cock.
As spring approached Peter returned to the park. He visited a wooded area that had a stone bench partly hidden by brush. Peter saw the figures of two men sitting in the shadows.
He stepped off the path and moved next to a pine tree and stood quietly still to watch. As his eyes grew accustom to the starlight he could make out the figures of the two men better. They were dressed nicely and he saw that they were older men. They looked like they had gray hair. One had the chiseled face of a man of some years. The skin was rough as if pitted from acne scars. The other man was a little younger.
Peter watched them holding hands. As they talked softly the younger man kissed the cheek of the older man. They turned their faces towards each other and pressed their lips against each other's mouths. The kiss lasted a long time. The old man unzipped the fly of his pants and pulled out a cock that belied his age. The skin was soft and the shaft was straight. The red looking circumcised head was shining in the light. Peter watched as the younger man leaned over the lap of the older man and suck on the shaft of the cock until he saw that the older man went ridged. Peter knew that he had just watched the man cum in the mouth of his lover.
As the older man put his soft shaft back in his pants and zip the fly. Peter followed them out of the park. When they reached the street, Peter got a good look at their faces by the streetlights and passing cars. They were dressed in fashionable business suits. Their shoes were well shined. They were clean- shaven. The older man was indeed silver-haired. It was wavy too. Peter would guess that he was at least seventy years old.
The younger man's hair was blonde with graying temples. His suit was single breasted. Peter wanted to approach them, and talk to them. They were stopped by a traffic signal. Peter walked to the edge of the curb to wait for the light to change.
He was slightly in front of the two men. The younger man asked if he enjoyed the show. Peter blushed as he realized that the man was addressing him. He didn't know what to say.
The man pressed him for an answer.
Peter finally admitted he had enjoyed watching them.
They both invited him to have coffee with them across the street. Peter was about to decline and then on a whim said he would be glad to join them. They selected a booth and ordered coffee.
The younger man introduced himself as Mike and the older man introduced himself as James. Peter told them his name. Then he asked why they had put on the show if they had seen him.
They chuckled, then Mike told him that they saw him and soon figured out that he was not a cop. They figured he was a man still in the closet. Peter looked puzzled. Mike went on to explain we figured you were probably looking for a man, but did not have the nerve to approach anyone yet.
Peter nodded his agreement.
Mike smiled smugly. Let me see how close I can come to your life. There was a pause until Peter nodded. You probably come from a strict religious family. An older relative taught you to suck cock at an early age, say 8 to 16. You got caught and quit.
Peter, "11 to 14 and shame made me stop."
Mike, "You probably were in Vietnam, came out and married and have three grown children. You have been getting hard-on's wanting to have sex with men for years but were afraid to approach anyone. You have probably been cruising the bars, movies and bookstores for months, but have not approached anyone and rejected any male that approached you."
Peter, "That is almost right on the mark, two grown children. I have been checking out the bookstore and park for a year. Fear has prevented me from meeting anyone."
Mike, "That was what we figured and felt if we put on a show for you that we could approach you. If you are free tonight you could join us for a glass of wine at our home."
Peter paused thinking about it, "I am free for a week or so. My wife is visiting her sister."
Mike said, "We are parked on the street over there, follow us home!"
Peter, I'm parked on the other side of the street."
Mike, "I will have the car turned around before you start your engine."
They got up to leave and Mike picked up the check. Peter saw that they had one of those new retro Thunderbirds. It was red and the top was on with the 57 style portholes. As peter put the key in the door of his Chevy station wagon, he saw Mike pull away from the curb. When he was away from the curb he cranked the wheel and hit the throttle. The rear tires spun and whipped the car around. He completed an 18-degree turn in the space of one lane. The T-bird pulled up along side Peter and James told him not to worry. Mike was just showing off. We will take it slow.
They led him on a thirty-minute drive out of town. When the came to a gravel driveway Peter saw a very nice looking craftsman style home that looked like it was from the 1890's. When they parked in the driveway next to the house, Peter got a good look at it. The two-story home had a very steeply pitched roof.
Mike patted him on the back and asked, "What do you think of the pigeon coop?"
Peter, "Why do you call it that?"
When we found it, it was badly neglected. All the windows were gone and pigeons were rusting in the attic. It took us a month just to clean all the pigeon shit out of the attic. We fell in love with it because this house was a true craftsman. There were no nails used when it was built. Every one of the 8 x 8 rafters was assembled with lock joints and dowels. We ordered double hung French paned windows. They are weather tight, double panes. They have the added feature of being one way glass. You can see out but impossible to see in."
James, Mike like to parade around naked all the time!"
Mike, "That is because you never let my cock alone!" They chuckled as Mike opened the door.
The place was amassing. All the wood had been resurfaced and clear coated. The hard wood floors did not squeak as they walked into the living room. The walls that separated the living room from the dinning-room and kitchen had been removed. While Mike led Peter to the living room and had him sit down, James went to the kitchen and brought back three glassed and a bottle of wine. He uncorked it and poured a little in his glass. He tasted it, then filled the other two glasses.
He sat next to Peter on the couch as Mike excused himself. Mike took his glass and went up the stairs two at a time.
Peter asked how they met. James asked if he wanted the long story? Peter said, "Sure."
James, "Lets see, My first love and I were together in the Marines. We were survivors of the Cho-Son Reservoir, in Korea. When the Chinese over ran us, we just got out. Tom and I were both from here. So when we came home we set up house together.
Tom was a heavy smoker and developed lung cancer. He spent his last days at the VA hospital. That is where I met Mike. He was in the bed next to Tom. Apparently he had been wounded in Vietnam.
At that moment Mike came down the stairs in blue cotton Kimono. It was in a vertical, rectangular pattern. He sat on the other side of Peter.
Mike, "I see he has been telling you our story. I better finish it."
James excused himself and went up the stairs.
Mike said, "I was in the Marines. In the summer of 1964 I was one of the first bunch sent to Vietnam. I was dumb enough to think Marines could do something the French had been unable to do in twenty years.
I was on a patrol that got ambushed by the Vietcong. I got shrapnel in my ass from an RPG rocket busting over the rice patty I was trying to bury myself in.
When they brought me home they were still taking metal out of me. I was in the bed next to Tom. James came to visit him two or three time a week. James was suffering terribly watching Tom die.
When Tom passed away James still came to visit me. He would take me to dinner and the movies. I hated hospital food. I had gone from a fighting Marine of two hundred pounds, to a macerated skeleton of less that one hundred and fifty pounds. He must have felt I needed to get a real steak past my lips.
When I was discharged we set up house keeping together. We have been together ever since.
James came down the stairs in a gray Kimono, which made his white hair look even whiter. He returned to the spot on the other side of Peter.
He said, "Mike is not telling you everything. After he was hit, he called in an air strike on their position. That forced the withdrawal of the VC. If you check his record you will find the Navy Cross."
Peter was impressed. He admitted he had been in the Marines too. He had been there during the last days before the complete withdrawal. My record is nothing that distinguished.
They pressed him for where he had been. Peter said, Fire Base Alfa. Both men said, "Oh just the base that had to be supplied by air drops for three months."
As they finished talking Mike turned to Peter and put his arm around him and with his other hand turned his fat toward himself. Mike kissed him on the mouth. Peter's first reaction was to pull his head away, but opened his mouth and let Mike tick his tongue into his mouth. While they were kissing James unzipped the pants of Peter.
Peter tried to cover his crotch. James was not to be denied. He moved Peters hand away and pulled his cock out of his underpants. He stroked it up and down until it was hard. Then he took it into his mouth and sucked on it. James milked Peter like a pro. When Peter came, James drank it.
They asked if Peter would like to see the Pigeon Coop? Peter did want to see what they had done to this old house. The first thing was the kitchen. They had restored all the wood and left it unpainted. Because the house was built during icebox days, they had the modern fridge built in with wooden panels like the cabinets. The stove was a rebuilt old Chamber's professional restaurant stove. The stainless steel and been refinished and the porcelain knobs on the gas valves were new. The counters were polished garnet. It even had a marble insert for pastry and confections.
Under the stairs was the library and family room. The wood paneling made the red leather furniture look richer.
When they went up stairs they showed him the guest bedroom first. It was spotless. With a bathroom fitted with a porcelain tubs on eagle claw feet and a toilet with brass overhead water closet and pull chain. The sink was a porcelain pedestal with the porcelain handles with blue H and C backed into the handles.
Then they showed me the master bathroom. They had removed a bedroom to make it. It had a cedar Jacuzzi. A walk in shower with brass shower heads. Like the other bathroom it had a pull chain toilet with a bidet next to it. The porcelain sinks were built in with plenty of cabinet space.
The last room was the master bedroom. It was in the front of the house and a large king sized bed was under the windows. Everything was in its place. The dressers had hairbrushes laid out nicely. The bedspread was an authentic looking quilt in a Star pattern.
They asked me if I would like to put on a kimono. I said why not. James got one out of a wall closet that ran the length of the room with mirrored doors.
Mike started undressing Peter. Peter had never had a man undress him. He felt a little uncomfortable. He had on a wool long sleeve shirt in the Black Watch pattern. Mike stood in front of him and unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it out of the gray Dockers. When Mike pulled the belt to undo it Peter only resisted for a moment.
James stood behind him and lowered his pants. Peter had on spandex boxer shorts the fit his legs tightly. James pulled the underpants down. While Mike was removing Peter's shoes and socks. When Mike finished and looked up, he saw Peter's cock dangling down between his legs. The scrotum was a loose sack with a few strands of black hairs dangling. The cock came to life and elevated. It stuck out in front of his hips at a right angle to his body. It was like an accusing finger pointing at Mike's face.
James put a blue matching Kimono to the one Mike had on. The large arm sleeves were dangling and the thick roll of the collar felt cool and comfortable.
Peter looked down at Mike as he knelt in front of him. The Kimono was open at the waist. Peter saw that Mikes cock was interesting. It was thicker at the base that at the head. It looked like a soft pink pastry tube. The head must have been small and the foreskin covered the head completely. The scrotum was hard and tightly against his body. It looked like a baseball with the pink skin deviled down the middle with a raised skin in a darker color. The blonde pubic hair was thin and almost vanished as it ran up the middle of his body in the direction of his navel. Just looking at the cock Peter saw pre- cum dripping from his cock in a thin drop that extended several inches before it dropped to the floor.
James came around and sat on the bed. His robe opened to reveal the cock Peter had seen by starlight. Up close Peter saw that it was indeed a youthful cock. It was at least seven inches long and the shaft is straight. The skin was smooth. He was circumcised, the skin that had been cut was wrinkled, it gathered at the base of the head of the cock. The head of his cock was smooth and almost wet looking.
James reached between his legs and pulled his hairy scrotum up and let Peter get a good look at the throbbing meat. He relined on the bed and wrapped his hand around the shaft and milked it up and down with years of experience.
Peter wanted to touch it. He felt his mouth water with the desire to taste the old mans cock. James patted the bed beside him. Peter got on the bed and moved around so that he was sitting next to James on the bed with their backs against the headboard. Mike went around the bed and sat next to Peter.
James put his arms around Peter and started kissing him. Peter was getting a hard-on, just from being kissed by these older men. Peter returned the kiss sucking on the old man's tongue. James reached for Peter's cock.
Mike took Peter's head in his hands and turned his head around so that he could kiss him. He felt the stubble of his beard on his face. Mike was probing the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Peter felt the bed move as James leaned over his hip and take his cock into his mouth. James was sucking him while he traced the slit of his cock with his tongue.
James stopped short of making Peter coming in his mouth. Peter was about to beg the old man to make him cum. The reversed rolls and Peter kissed both men in turn and sucked both of their cocks. Peter got his first taste of cum from both of them. When he finished he lay on his back to rest.
James rolled Peter over on his side to face Mike. Mike turned over onto his side. James reached over Peter's hips to guide the cock in between the hairy cheeks of Mike's ass. Peter felt the sphincter pucker then relax as the shaft entered the asshole of Mike.
When he thought he was ready to fuck this man, Peter felt his own ass cheeks being spread and felt that big cock of James entering his own asshole. It hurt at first, but when James started rocking back and forth Peter felt his own cock get even harder.
The action of James fucking his ass was making him fuck Mike's ass at the same time. Peter could not hold it anymore and shot his load of cum in the ass of Mike. As Peter felt his balls emptying, James shot his load into Peter's ass.
Having done that, Peter rolled Mike onto his back and took Mike's cock into his mouth and sucked him with years of desire behind the act. James moved over the bed so he could kiss Mike on the mouth. While James had his tongue deep in Mike's mouth, Mike started squirting cum into Peter's mouth.
They had another three days of sex before Peter had to go home.
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