Date: 26 Aug 2002 09:57:35 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Peoples Park (Adult Friends M/MM)
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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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