Date: Mon, 20 May 2002 22:11:52 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Tales of the Reservation  Chapter 4  [Gay-Encounter]

The Reservation

Near where I live is a huge county park with a cruising area that has been
active for years. I have had many exciting experiences there, and many not
so exciting. I thought I would share a few of the more fun times. Some of
these are entirely true, some are based on true experiences with a little
`embellishment', and some have a bit of truth and a lot of fantasy. If you
are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is
illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you
enjoy at least some of these stories. Some of these took place in a time
when all sex was safe and some when precautions must be taken. Please
respect yourself and others enough to always play safe.  Comments are
appreciated

Jumpsuit Boy One evening in the late `70s, I had been wandering around the
reservation, looking for someone who turned me on, and who was, in return,
turned on by me. It's usually easy to find one or the other, but obviously
they've both got to coincide before any fun can really begin. After an hour
or so, I was losing hope. The park closed at dusk and there wasn't much
time left.  And then I saw him.

If I have a particular type that appeals to me, he was the prototype. Just
the first glimpse of him took my breath away. Early 20s, about 5'7", maybe
130 pounds, small tight frame, light brown hair, beautiful warm eyes, and
an amazingly cute face. I stopped in my tracks and just stared. I had never
seen anyone so beautiful. He was wearing a jumpsuit, popular at the time,
sort of like fashionable overalls. He had no shirt on underneath, so his
shoulders, arms and sides were exposed.

I guess I was pretty obvious. Just standing there, staring, gawking, my
mouth hanging open.  And he noticed. And stopped a few yards in front of me
and smiled. I mean, I wasn't so bad myself. Late 20s, 5'10", 145, brown
hair and eyes that I was always being told were my best feature. But his
looks just overwhelmed me. When I regained control of my mind and body, I
just walked right up to him and kissed him. Kissing under those
circumstances is a weird thing for me. I find kissing to be incredibly
intimate, so much more than cocksucking. Almost any nice looking guy with
almost any kind of cock who shows an interest and I'll drop down on my
knees and suck it in. But, its not often I want to kiss a guy. There's got
to be something more, a feeling of some kind of connection, not just lust,
but a desire or need to mingle souls. I really can't explain it, but I just
had to kiss him. And did he ever kiss back. As we kissed, he unfastened his
suit, so by the time we pulled apart, he was standing there naked, with his
jumpsuit around his ankles.

I couldn't do anything but worship his body. Once I finally was able to
take my lips off his, I started kissing his eyes, his ears, and his
cheeks. And then I moved down to his neck, licking, sucking, and
nibbling. And then I worked my way onto his chest. Licking and sucking and
devouring every square inch of his body. Sucking his nipples into my mouth
one at a time, nibbling on them, tweaking them with my teeth. And licking
his totally hairless chest, giving him a total tongue bath. Even going up
under his arms, into sweet delicate armpits with maybe six hairs between
them.

I worked my way down his torso, tongue fucking his cute belly button, and
continued south. The traditional `treasure trail' was barely present on
him, just a few hairs in a thin line, leading to what, for the moment at
least, was my heart's desire. We stopped for a second at that point, and he
stepped out of his suit. We took the suit, spread it out on the ground and
he laid down on it and I continued my worship of his naked body. He had a
small amount of hair around his dick, not trimmed or shaved, just a natural
small tuft of light brown hair. And a beautifully formed and shaped 6" hard
dick, with two hot little balls under it. I licked up and down the sides of
the shaft of his dick, avoiding the head, wanting to save then best for
last. Then I licked all around his ballsack, and sucked one of his balls
into my mouth. Then I went after the other one, and then I managed to get
them both in together. And I sucked, very gently, just sucking lightly on
the two incredible spheres on my mouth.

Finally, I had to let them go. I wished I could keep that mouthful
forever. But there was more to taste and relish of this boy. I spread his
legs and pushed them up, giving me and my tongue access to the area behind
his balls. I licked all around the region, before I finally lost all will
power and dove into his sweet, little hairless pucker. Oh, God, how I
wanted to be there, and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life in that
spot, licking, tonguing, sucking on that beautiful little hole. My entire
being was wrapped up in that hole, that pucker. It was everything I wanted
and needed, And he seemed to be getting as much from my attention to it as
I was. He was gasping, breathing heavily, and I knew he was close. So,
reluctantly, I tore myself away from his hot hole and finally, took his
hard cock in my mouth. I swallowed the entire 6" and sucked. And sucked
hard. I wanted him so bad. I wasn't just having sex with him or making love
to him. I was trying to consume him, to suck him right into me, to become
totally one with him. He came in several bursts, shooting over and over
into my mouth, with me swallowing him as fast as he came.

As we lay there catching our breath afterward, I realized it was getting
dark. Which meant the police were about to start clearing the park. We saw
the spotlights flashing through the woods from the road. And heard the
loudspeakers announcing the closing of the park. He pulled on his jumpsuit
and we walked out to the parking lot. He had walked up to the reservation,
so he asked me for a lift back into town. Not wanting to part with him, I
agreed. When we got down into town and he was about to get out of the car,
I just knew I had to see him again. But wouldn't you know. I practically
ripped the car apart and couldn't come up with a pen or pencil to exchange
phone numbers. And so I never saw him again.

The memory of that evening has stayed with me so clearly all these years. I
sometimes think I dreamed it all, he was so amazing, so perfect. But I know
it was real. For a little while, for just one evening, I actually got to
live my ultimate fantasy. And damn was it good.