Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2005 06:28:55 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: At the Park (Gay Interracial)

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THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO THE REAL `LAZ' WHO GAVE ME THE MEXICAN IDEA.


At The Park


As a chauffeur I have good days and bad days.  I do not drive for a regular
employer but for an agency and anybody can telephone the agency and ask to
hire a car and driver.  So it was on this day when I found myself pulling
up in my Mercedes outside the Mexican Embassy in Mayfair, London.

The weather was hot, HOT, HOT but the air conditioning kept me nice and
cool inside the car.

I got out of the car and went into the embassy to the reception desk and
told them who I was and that I had come to collect a certain Mr de Gattas.
The young lady behind the reception desk apologized profusely and said that
Mr de Gattas had been called into an emergency meeting, but that I should
wait for him as he would not be much more than an hour.

It was approaching midday so I asked her if there was anywhere locally
where I could get some lunch but she told me that all of the local
restaurants (this being Mayfair) charged a fortune.  `What shall I do about
the car?' I asked.

`Leave it where it is' she said `we'll take care of any parking tickets,
just take this card and put it inside your windscreen.'  She handed me a
card which said "Driver has business in Mexican Embassy'

As I went to leave the building, I was stopped by the security guard, a
very smart young man (I like men in uniform!) [I like men full stop!].  I
thought he was going to be unpleasant, but instead he said in his Mexican
accent `I could not help overhearing, just round the corner is a small park
where they sell snacks at a reasonable price.'  I thanked him and returned
to the reception desk and asked for the phone number to put in my
cellphone, then gave the receptionist my cellphone number so she could call
me if my passenger got out of his meeting early.

As I left the security guard gave me a huge smile which I returned. `I
might see you in the park' he said.  Outside I took off my jacket and left
it in the car with the card the receptionist had given me and wandered
around the corner to the park.  Even though the weather was hot there did
not seem to be many people about so when I got my sandwich and coffee I had
a table to myself where I sat and watched the world go by.

I was just thinking that perhaps I ought to vacate the table as I had
finished eating when I recognized the security guard from the embassy
entering the park.  He had removed his jacket and tie but still looked very
sexy in his mid-blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  He came up to the
cafe and ordered his lunch which he brought over to my table saying `Mind
if I join you?'

`Not at all' I said `I'd be glad of the company'.  He flashed me that smile
again and my heart skipped a beat.  He really was looking verrrrry
sexxxxxxy!  `By the way' I said `My name's Eddie.'

`Laz' he said as he chewed on his chicken sandwich and reached out to shake
my hand.  When we touched I felt that certain electricity between us and I
think he did too because we did not loose our hands immediately, but
clasped them for just that extra second which makes all the difference.

We made small talk while he ate his lunch about his job and my job and
although his Mexican accent was very heavy I found myself enjoying his
company and conversation.

As time went on the cafe started to get busier so Laz suggested that we
take a walk around the park.  I phoned the embassy to make sure Mr de
Gattas was not waiting for me, but was told that the meeting might go on
rather longer as they had just sent out for sandwiches.  I was assured that
the embassy would pay for my time, so as far as I was concerned they could
carry on for as long as they wanted.

Laz and I continued our walk and I asked him how he came to be in England.
He told me that he had had an argument with his parents and had seen the
advertisement in the Mexican press for security staff throughout the world.
He had applied for the position, was accepted and as his English was pretty
good and he spoke only Spanish otherwise, he was sent to England and had
been working here ever since.

I noticed as we rounded a corner in the path that in the far distance was a
small building which looked like public conveniences.  Perhaps this might
be a chance to see if my little Mexican friend was interested in a little
extra-curricular activity.  I slowed the pace slightly as I did not want to
appear to be rushing towards the toilets, but when we eventually got there
we both turned towards the entrance at the same time without reference to
one another.

I was impressed to see that the toilets were kept spotlessly clean but
there did not seem to be an attendant.  Laz told me that the attendant went
to lunch between 12.30 and 1.30.  I went to the urinal trough (no separate
urinals here) and unzipped myself.  It was no great surprise really when
Laz stood right next to me and did the same.  After we had both relieved
ourselves I sneaked a quick glance sideways and he was shaking his cock
vigorously.  He seemed to have a fair sized member and seemed in no hurry
to put it away, in fact he was now massaging it fairly openly, so I decided
to do the same.  After a few seconds I was aware that he was looking at my
now hardening member and as he glanced up we made eye contact.  There it
was, that smile again, I immediately went to full hardness and smiled back
at him.  `I thought this might happen' I said.

`I hoped it would' Laz replied and we leaned in and kissed one another
gently.  There was a disabled stall in the corner which gave us plenty of
room to move, so we locked ourselves in and kissed again, this time full on
and rubbing our rock-hard cocks together.

I could feel Laz's hands undoing my belt, then unzipping my trousers, which
he lowered with my pants to my knees.  He then unbuckled his belt and
pushed his own trousers down.  I went to take his cock in my hand but
`later' he said and went down on his knees in front of me.  I knew what was
coming and shuddered in anticipation.  He took my cock head in his mouth
and ran his tongue very quickly back and forth over my piss slit, thus
exciting me even more, then he took my whole seven inches into his mouth,
the end couple of inches opening his throat with no trouble whatsoever.  He
drew back until only the head was left, then swallowed the whole length
again.  I could have cum there and then but managed to hold on.  Then he
slowly started the familiar up and down movement on my cock and I knew it
would only be a minute or so before I shot my load.  I heard someone
entering the toilet and they went into the next cubicle.  I heard the
unzipping of flies and the rustle of trousers being lowered.

Eventually I could hold out no longer. `I'm cumming' I whispered to Laz,
but could not stop a load moan escaping my lips when I shot my first lot of
spunk inside Laz's mouth.  I heard a rustle from the next cubicle and a
head appeared over the partition.  `Wow' said a voice `keep it up chaps, or
better still let me in with you.

The head disappeared and there was a tap on the door.  Laz opened up and
our voyeur from next door entered.  He was a lad of about 18 with an unruly
mop of red hair both on his head and around his cock and balls.  His
trousers were round his ankles and his cock was good and hard.

I knelt down to return Laz's blow job and took the newcomer's cock in my
hand and started to wank him gently.  Laz was watching every move and,
judging by the look on his face, enjoying every moment.  `Oh yes' said the
boy as I dropped my hand from his cock to his balls `that feels great'.  I
could tell that Laz was getting quite close to orgasm as his breathing was
getting irregular.  The boy also started bucking as I returned my hand to
his cock.  Laz turned to him and kissed him and this seemed to send him
over the edge.  He shot his load all over my face and right hand and more
or less at the same time Laz filled my mouth with his love juice.

I swallowed about half, and then stood up and kissed each of them in turn,
sharing Laz's cum with them both.

We gave ourselves a few minutes to recover, wipe ourselves off and get
ourselves zipped up, and then we made sure that there was nobody else in
the toilet and walked out together.  The boy introduced himself as Les and
I laughed.  I had sucked a Laz and wanked a Les at the same time.

As we walked towards the entrance to the park Les told us that he worked
around the corner so he and Laz exchanged cellphone numbers so they could
meet up in future.  Unfortunately I was rarely in the area, but I promised
Laz I would call in on him if ever I got the chance.

As we left the park we said goodbye to Les who turned left, while we turned
right and headed back to the embassy.  We were about fifty yards away when
my cellphone rang and the receptionist told me that the meeting was
breaking up and Mr de Gattas would be ready to leave in two minutes.  I
told her that I would be there in one.  As we arrived at the embassy door I
unlocked the car and slipped my jacket on, started her up and turned on the
air conditioning to cool it down a little inside and picked up the card to
return to reception.  We went into the embassy and I shook Laz by the hand,
again staying in contact that one second longer.  I took the card and
handed it in to reception just as my passenger stepped out of the lift.  I
took his coat and case and walked towards the door `Bye Laz' I said with a
wink. `Adios Eddie' he replied, once again with `that' smile!


The Colonel

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