By Terry O’Reilly
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Copyright 2011 Terry O’Reilly ISBN 978-1-61152-151-1 Cover Photo Credit: Geotrac
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* * * * By Terry O’Reilly Tom Clarkson sat on a picnic table in Delph Lake Municipal Park—ass on the tabletop, feet on the bench seat, elbows on knees, and chin in his hands. The sun shone on his brown hair streaked with blond. He wore sunglasses, a black sleeveless tee, ragged cut-off jeans, and flip-flops. In his ears were stainless steel, spear point earrings, and he wore a steel chain necklace. He knew he was handsome to a fault and, if this were California instead of the Midwest, he would have been taken for a model or movie star.
Tom wasn’t in the park to work on his dark tan in the warm late spring sunshine. He was there for a whole other reason: sex.
Tom checked his watch: 9:55. He raised his head and looked around—nothing. No cars, no people. He sighed and leaned back on his hands.
It’s Monday, he thought. Nothing much happens on a Monday morning. Not this early, anyway. ‘Sides, the message said Monday at ten. Only five to now.
He’d seen a message on the wall of a stall in the public restroom when he cruised here last weekend. It was new. And Tom was always up for new contacts, new bodies to enjoy sexually, new experiences with new faces. He went back to waiting.
At exactly ten o’clock, a four-door, late model Studebaker sedan drove into the lot. Tom sat up straight and checked it out. The front door opened and an elderly man got out.
“Shit,” Tom murmured under his breath. He wasn’t opposed to sex with older, mature men, but this guy looked like he might not make it to fall. I ain’t into necrophilia. That was just a bit too kinky, even for him.
The man looked over to where Tom was sitting and waved. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
Tom waved back and called out, “Yeah, it is.” But he didn’t get up.
The man opened the back door of his car, and to Tom’s relief, two small, fluffy dogs leaped out, excitedly jumping on their master as he tried to retrieve their leashes.
“Easy there, Sarah. Calm down, Sammy. We’re here like Daddy promised.”
Tom smiled as the man and his ‘kids’ took the path to the right and disappeared into the trees.
Good, Tom mused. That path goes all around the lake. If the guy who wrote the message ever gets here, we’ll head that way. The dogs’ll be long gone by then.
Tom smiled, remembering the time a couple years earlier when he had been fucking the brains out of some kid and suddenly felt something wet and cold goose his ass. A big golden retriever had come up behind him and stuck its nose in his crack. Scared the hell out of him. Tom and the guy he was screwing barely got their pants up before a man and woman rounded the corner and called to the dog. They looked suspiciously at the two shirtless men standing together in the small clearing trying to look casual, like they were studying the flora of the park.
Tom’s thoughts were interrupted when a big Lincoln Town Car crept into the lot and pulled up right in front of the table on which he was sitting.
Tom couldn’t see into the car because the sun’s reflection glinted off the windshield. Nevertheless, his instincts told him this was the author of the note, so he started his seduction. He leaned back on the table and raised his head to the sun as if he were just catching some rays. At the same time he spread his legs so his ample package was displayed through his tight shorts.
The door opened and a man stepped out. He was tall, wore sunglasses, and had on a white shirt and dress pants.
Professional guy or business man, Tom thought.
He had coppery red hair streaked with white, was quite handsome, and looked to be in fair shape—a little bit of a paunch, but all in all, pretty acceptable. Tom stood and stretched, flexing his pecs and biceps. The man looked over at him.
Taking his time—walking slowly and sensually—Tom turned and headed for the path into the trees; the same one the man with the dogs had taken. When he reached the entrance to the shaded avenue, he paused and looked over his shoulder.
The man was following.
That’s right, Red, right this way, Tom thought.
Tom didn’t want to get too far ahead, as the park had many winding trails which branched off the main one. He didn’t want to take a chance his quarry would get separated from him and lost in the labyrinth. When he was sure the man was close enough, he started off again.
With a sureness that came from many excursions along these trails, Tom headed for an area where he was sure they could be alone and consummate whatever sexual favors the man would offer. Tom was getting excited. He could feel his cock hardening in his tight cut-offs. He took a deep breath, exhilarating in the sensations of sexual arousal.
Finding the secluded spot he was looking for, Tom turned and faced the man, who looked around nervously. Ah, a neophyte, Tom thought.
“Relax,” Tom said. “We’re safe here.” He reached out and cupped the man’s balls and cock through his pants. The balls were big, the dick semi-hard. His heavy balls felt good in Tom’s hand.
“You sure?” the man asked, looking at Tom, uncertainty showing on his face. “I saw another car.”
Tom snickered as he continued to massage the man’s dick. “If you’re wanting complete privacy, it probably ain’t gonna happen here. But trust me, we’re not gonna be seen.”
Tom took the man’s hand, placed it on his own hard prick, and pressed it down. The man shuddered, took a deep breath, and began to squeeze the stiff organ through the fabric. Tom reached around and took the man’s ass in his grip. It was firm and round. Tom pulled him forward and pressed his own package against that of his would-be sex partner.
“Wait,” the man said, pushing Tom back slightly.
Shit! A Nervous Nellie! Tom thought. “Hey, look, if you don’t want to—”
“No, I do,” the man said earnestly. “I just can’t get caught.”
“Shit, none of us wanna get caught,” Tom said, snickering again.
“Don’t you have someplace we could go?” the man continued, still fondling Tom’s equipment.
Tom thought of his apartment. Aside from the fact it was a mess and he’d be embarrassed to have anyone see it, he didn’t want any of his playmates to know where he lived. He kept his sex life and his other life strictly separate.
“Not really,” Tom replied, getting annoyed and impatient. He was turned on and wanted to get to the main event. “How about you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” the man said, holding up his left hand and wiggling his fingers revealing a wedding band.
“Well, how about a motel?” Tom suggested.
The man considered this, then said, “Okay. But you have to check us in. I’ll pay.”
Damn right you’ll pay. “Fine,” Tom agreed.
The two turned and retraced their steps up the path. When they got to the edge of the woods near the parking lot, the old man with the dogs was just coming out of the trees on the opposite side. Tom’s trick froze in his tracks.
“Jesus, man! Relax!” Tom said, almost regretting he’d made contact with the guy. “Just act natural. He’s an old geezer. He won’t think anything, and even if he does, so what? You ain’t never gonna see him again.”
“You don’t understand. I’m well-known in this town and—”
“Yeah, yeah, all right. I get it.” Tom sighed. “But if you act all uptight like you are now he’s sure gonna think something’s goin’ on.”
Tom and his partner stepped out of the trees.
“Hello,” the old man called, waving, his two little dogs bounding around panting and barking as Tom and the man approached. “Did you have a nice hike? Isn’t this a glorious day? After all that rain we’ve had it’s so nice to finally have some nice weather.”
“Yeah, it’s great,” Tom said. The man with him nodded.
The old man with the dogs continued to chatter on as he loaded them into the car. “Enjoy the rest of the day,” he said as he got in himself, backed out of the parking space and drove away.
“Where’s your car?” the man asked Tom.
“Didn’t bring it. Walked. Don’t live that far from here.”
That was true. He did live only a few blocks from the park, but the rest of the truth was that he didn’t own a car. He couldn’t afford one.
The man raised his eyebrows. Tom figured he was wondering why, if he lived so close, they couldn’t just go to his place. Tom offered no explanation.
“Well,” the man said, looking around and running his fingers through his hair. “Get in, I guess.”
Tom opened the door of the luxury vehicle and leaned back into the plush seat. The man got in on the other side and closed his door, Tom doing the same on his side.
“Pretty fancy wheels ya got,” Tom commented.
“Yes, it belongs to the bank,” the man replied as he backed out of the space. “Where to?”
“Turn right and drive up Garden Parkway about two miles. There’s a Motel Six on Parker Road just off the Parkway.”
The man grimaced.
“What? You want the Hyatt Regency? That’s fine by me. You’re payin’,” Tom said, laughing.
The man smiled slightly, put the car in gear, and started off. Tom reached over and put his hand on the man’s thigh. The man glanced at Tom, then turned back to the road. Tom moved his hand higher and squeezed the man’s hard cock. The man gave a little gasp of pleasure.
He’s got a bit of equipment, Tom mused.
In five minutes they were in the motel’s parking lot. Tom had to walk clear around the building as the man parked as far away from the office as he could. Tom came back with the key, stuffing the twenty dollars change into his own pocket from the money the man had given him.
“We’re in two four six, second level around back,” Tom told the man.
“You go in,” he said to Tom. “Leave the door ajar so I don’t have to knock and I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
“Okay, suit yourself,” Tom replied. “But no one here’s gonna even look at us twice. They’re used to all kinds of traffic in places like these.”
The man just waved Tom off.
Tom went up to the room. He sat on the bed and waited. Several minutes went by. Just as Tom was thinking the guy had gotten cold feet and bailed, the door opened and then was immediately banged shut, the dead bolt put in place and the security chain latched.
The man turned, leaned against the door and sighed. “Whew!”
Tom stood. “You ready now?” he asked with an edge of sarcasm.
“Yes,” the man said. “Sorry, but I just have to be careful. I’m John, by the way.”
Sure you are, and your last name is Doe, Tom thought. Guys like this…they never give their real names. “Pleased to meet you, John,” he replied but, true to form, didn’t offer his own name.
John didn’t seem to notice. He put his hands on Tom’s shoulders and leaned forward.
“Sorry. I don’t get into the kissin’ thing,” Tom said, putting his hand on John’s chest and pushing him back a bit.
John looked disappointed. “Well, what do you get into, then?”
“Just about anything else you want. How about this?”
Tom sat back down on the bed, pulled John toward him, and unzipped the man’s fly. He reached in and took out what proved to be a prize well worth all the trouble it had been to get to. The man’s cock was beer-can thick, about eight inches long, and, right now, hard and throbbing. The beautiful red head was issuing a single pearl of pre-cum. Tom licked the droplet from the tip as he explored further, pulling two very ample balls covered in soft red hair out through the man’s fly. He began to lick and suck both the balls and dick. John took hold of his head and moaned in pleasure.
While Tom sucked and slathered the engorged organ, John undid his belt and pushed his trousers and boxers to the floor. Tom reached around and kneaded the firm buttocks, feeling the soft hair that covered them. He ran his hands up and down the crack, pushing his fingers inside to find the hole. Tom rubbed it and John groaned.
“Yeah, baby. That’s the spot. Yeah.”
Tom stood, stripped off his shirt, and dropped his shorts. He wore no underwear. John undid his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Tom pulled him into an embrace and the two men ground their bodies, cocks, and balls against one another. Tom was careful to keep his head turned away in case there was another attempt at kissing.. John dropped to his knees and swallowed Tom’s prick to the base, burying his face in the thick bush of dark hair. He reached up and tweaked Tom’s hard nipples, running his hands through the pelt on Tom’s stomach and chest.
Tom felt his balls starting to rise. He had other plans for his climax.
“Get up,” he commanded.
John obeyed, and Tom had him step out of his pants and kneel on the bed. He spread John’s ass cheeks and began to lick the length of the crack between the two mounds of flesh. John writhed and moaned. Zeroing in on the puckered hole, Tom inserted his tongue, licking and rimming the sphincter until it relaxed and began to open. Keeping his tongue near the ring— licking and biting the firm ass flesh—he inserted a finger. John moaned his encouragement. Tom inserted a second finger.
“God damn it! Fuck me!” John yelled.
Tom spit on his cock, then on John’s hole. He pressed the head of his dick against the pucker and pushed. John pushed back. As Tom’s tool slipped inside, John growled in pain.
Tom started to pull out.
“No, shit, no, fuck me!” John growled again through gritted teeth.
“Yes, sir.” Tom laughed and rammed his cock all the way in up to the hilt.
John grunted loudly, then said, “Yeah, oh yeah. Fuck, man, fuck me hard.”
Tom obliged, grabbing John’s ass with both hands and pistoning into the man with all his might.
John groaned and roared in pleasure.
After a few minutes Tom pulled out and flipped John on his back, raising his legs to his shoulders. Grasping John by the ankles, he slowly reinserted his cock until John’s ginger shrouded balls were buried in Tom’s thick pubic hair. Tom wiggled his hips, making his prick move from side to side within his impaled victim.
“Yeah, that’s it. Oh, man. You’re good,” John moaned through gritted teeth, eyes closed, head thrashing from side to side.
Tom resumed thrusting in and out. As Tom’s speed and depth increased, John grabbed his fat cock and began jerking it with a vengeance. In just a few minutes he began grunting and panting until, with one long groan, he spewed white creamy cum all over his auburn-haired ch
est. John rubbed it around with his hands and then began to lick his fingers, whimpering and whining as he did so.
Tom continued to fuck John until he felt his own climax coming. “In or out?” he asked in a strangled voice.
“Out!” John growled.
Tom pulled out. John sat up and engulfed the turgid organ with his mouth just as Tom’s spunk exploded.
Tom collapsed next to John on the bed, lying on his back. John lay on his side next to Tom and ran his hands over his fucker’s muscular chest.
“Man, you are one hot fuck,” he said and leaned in to try to kiss Tom once more.
“Told you I wasn’t into that shit,” Tom said, turning his head away.
“Shit? I’d hardly call a kiss shit,” John said as he continued to massage Tom’s pecs.
“Well, maybe shit’s the wrong word, but I ain’t into it in any case.”
“Why?”
“Don’t know. Too intimate, I guess. Fuckin’ and suckin’ is one thing, but kissin’…well, that’s something else. Means ya got feeling’s for each other. Two guys shouldn’t have feeling’s for each other. It’s just sex when two guys are goin’ at it.”
John didn’t push the issue.
They lay there for a few more minutes. Then John said, “Let’s take a shower. If that’s not too intimate for you?”
“Naw, I can do that,” Tom said with a chuckle.
He got up and pulled John to his feet. John preceded him to the bathroom.
John turned and asked, “Can I see you again?”
“Sure.”
“How can I contact you? You have a phone?”
“Yeah, but I don’t give out the number.”
John paused. “Well, you can’t call me either.”
“Then just leave some more graffiti on the stall wall in the park,” Tom said with a laugh as he turned John around, slapped him on the ass, and steered him to the shower.
* * * * Parks and Recreation is the first chapter of a longer story. If you enjoyed reading about Tom’s sexual adventures, look out for Graffiti which will be published by JMS Books later this year.
THE END
ABOUT TERRY O’REILLY Terry O’Reilly is a retired school teacher living a quiet life in the Midwest with his three dogs and his horse. He began writing several years ago at the urging of a friend and fellow author. He has books available through several publishers, including Amber Allure Press, Aspen Mountain Press, eXcessica Publishing, and JMS Books LLC. Writing has become an important part of his life, allowing him to explore his own thoughts, needs, and feelings, as well as learn about other cultures and eras as he researches his stories.
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