Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2018 17:31:48 -0300
From: Octavio Ocampo <octaviospije@gmail.com>
Subject: Memory Grove

This is a short story, anecdote, or memoir in a series about coming of age
in Salt Lake City during the 1960s ad 1970s. This is a fiction that is part
of a series about my personal memories and experiences of coming out as a
gay man in the 1960s and 1970s.

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Memory Grove  --  SLC -- m 06


Salt Lake City is unique compared to other US cities in that you can walk
from its down town commercial area to the beginning of wilderness is less
that twenty minutes, if you walk in the right direction. The Salt Lake
Valley is surrounded by foothills that lead to higher mountains. The first
canyon into the foothills at the north end of the city is City Creek
Canyon. And the beginning of City Creek Canyon is a narrow meandering park
dedicated as a war memorial to all wars called Memory Grove. This is also
the first and primary water source for old Salt Lake.

Memory Grove is green lawns and rock walled paths that cover about 50 acres
of what was originally dry desert chaparral. With some acrobatic planning
of irrigation pipes the first mile of the dusty and dry canyon has been
turned into a pleasant green space with plenty of shade trees and shrubbery
that wouldn't live a day without constant watering. Fortunately, as the
name City Creek implies, there is a permanent creek that runs through
Memory Grove that originates up the canyon. It's the source for creating a
rather amazing narrow park with steep trails on either side where one can
go for a hike and get lost in the dense foliage. Trails criss cross both
sides of the beginning of the canyon. The west side eventually leads up to
the State Capitol Building on east sides trails lead to the the Avenues
neighborhood ... And for many years it was one of Salt Lake City's best
kept secrets.

I remember talking with an older man with whom I'd had a quick clandestine
moment of mutual sexual release in Liberty Park one day. Liberty Park
historically had been and still is known for being the city's "gay"
park. Although, you might be hard pressed to find any action there at all
these days. The older man lamented that of all the places we could have
cruised and picked one another up he didn't understand why it had to be
Liberty Park. "You know," he opined, "of all the places we cruise and hook
up I don't understand why we don't meet up in Memory Grove. It's a lot
nicer. Lots of shade. Lots of places to hide in the bushes." And he was
right. Compared to Memory Grove, Liberty Park was a noisy worn out park
full of screaming children and rival car clubs. The lawns were worn from
over use, and the restrooms were dangerous as well as filthy. Memory Grove,
however, was tranquil. Traffic was restricted to mostly pedestrians. It was
green, shady, and offered lots of privacy. It had one small public toilet
that wasn't worth bothering about. And so, based on that gentleman's
observation I started hiking the back trails of Memory Grove to check it
out.

At first I didn't have any luck. The place seemed dead. Regardless, I began
to include it on my daily run. It was only a couple of blocks from my
house. I would warm up by walking to the upper avenues and slowly jog along
what eventually became known as Victory Boulevard (just a service road) to
the formal entrance to City Creek Canyon. Then I would head down the narrow
paved road along the creek that eventually became Memory Grove. It didn't
take long before I picked up that the place was crawling with men looking
for other men. As I jogged down the side trails I would frequently
interrupt men getting it on off the side in the bushes. They were surprised
and annoyed. But I was very curious. Eventually I figured out the lay of
the land, what portions of the canyon were more private than others, and
who the typical visitor to the park was like. For the most part the usual
visitor was healthy, fit, and not afraid of walking or hiking a mile to get
what he wanted. And this was true both day and night. At night it was
especially inviting because residents of the neighborhoods from Capitol
Hill and the Avenues would wind their way down to the trails from above the
canyon, increasing one's luck for an adventurous encounter.

The first time I scored in the bushes was on a Saturday morning run. I was
just in my running shoes and tricot nylon running shorts. I was quite buff
and usually put in five miles every other day. The sun hadn't had much time
to warm up the canyon. I was slogging along when I noticed a great looking
runner stretching out at a picnic table. He was warming down and had one
leg stretched out on the table top while he stood and bent forward,
touching his toes. He was magnificent. No body fat that I could see. Tan,
light brown hair. And then there was his key feature. He was hung. His soft
dick fell loosely out of his running shorts down along his leg. When he
changed position to stretch out his other leg and touch his toes his cock
fell even more impressively from his scanty nylon shorts. I slowed down
from my jogging pace and approached the picnic table huffing and puffing,
catching my breath.

"Howdy," I greeted, "Mind if I share your picnic table for a few minutes?"

"Of course. You just finishing your run?" he asked smiling a perfect set of
beautiful white teeth at me. He gave me a quick look up and down which I
found encouraging because he settled his gaze on my crotch and didn't
change his focus.

I lifted a leg out on the edge of the picnic table and did some modest
stretching, making sure I positioned my own dick to hang out from under my
running shorts. He definitely noticed. He continued to grin at me, reaching
down to give himself a couple of obvious strokes.The strokes just made his
gorgeous cock start to thicken. I found this man to man kind of flirting
exceptionally sexy and could barely contain my own excitement. I started to
get hard. I moved closer to him, looking around to see if we were alone,
and went for the gold. I wrapped my hand around his dick and gently
squeezed it, making sure he got the message. And he did. Without being
invited I sat down on the picnic table bench and drew his growing erection
to my lips and slowly went down on him. I gladly inhaled his sweaty man
scent, burying my nose into his crotch as I began to deep throat him. Thank
god I learned how to deep throat when I was younger. It's always been a
good skill to have. He filled my throat with a hard meaty tube of dick that
slipped beyond my tonsils. I did my best at sliding him in and out of my
mouth and throat. He let me just take over as he enjoyed the ride. I
eventually pulled off of him for a short break and to check out for anyone
who might intrude. That's when he bent down to feel my cock and whisper in
my ear.

"You're incredible. Would you let me fuck you?"  It was his beautiful
perfect smile that sold me on the idea.

"Uh, sure. But shouldn't we look for some place a little more private?" I
asked. The picnic table was right on the hiking trail, although it had a
canopy of scrub oak at one end.

"This will be just fine," he said moving me to the end of the picnic table
with the most cover. I bent over, slid my shorts to my knees and had this
amazing dude munching on my butt before I knew what I was doing. I was very
impressed with his willingness to rim me. I was clean, but he didn't know
that before he stuck his tongue up my ass. After a minute of him getting me
ready with lots of saliva I felt the head of his beautiful long cock
penetrate my asshole. He went slow -- at first. He pushed and then slid
about two inches inside me. I was more than ready. And the ease with which
he was able to enter me probably encouraged him to take it a bit more
rough, because once inside me he just made a powerful thrust to enter me
completely causing me to lose my breath.

"Woa, cowboy," I cried out. "Take it a little easy and slow for me. I want
to enjoy this." He bent forward and kissed me on my neck. Then he slowly
pumped himself in and out of me with skill. This guy knew how to fuck. He
was so good I had no idea how long we were at it and was a bit disappointed
to realize that he was soon shooting several hot loads of cum inside me. I
responded by trying to grind myself harder on his dick. He had been giving
me a reach around as he fucked me, but I wasn't even close to shooting. And
when he was finished and I felt the last bit of his tense cock tremble
inside me, he pulled out without warning. But amazingly he replaced his
long hard cock with his mouth and began to rim me again. I was
impressed. He wasn't afraid to felch out his own cum. And if felt
good. Soon I began to shoot. He worked my cock rapidly getting cum all over
my dick and worked up a nice froth of slick cum. It felt good. It really
felt good.

He pulled away from me so I could stand up. We adjusted our shorts which
was sort of comical because we both still had hardons that obviously tented
under the flimsily nylon material. He gave me quick hug which was
appreciated. And I, in my guaranteed socially awkward way, told him if he
ever wanted to hook up again I was more than willing. His smile was just
killer. As we parted ways, going different directions on the dirt trail, I
pointed out an old man not far away, pants down and furiously jacking off
while staring at us. "Yeah, he's been there for a while," smiled my mystery
runner. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was.

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Sunday mornings were dead quiet up the trails of Memory Grove. I made it a
habit of getting most of my morning run by going up the canyon where it was
a restricted water conservation area. After all, this was where the tap
water in my kitchen originated. I would turn around at some point and run
back down out of the canyon, using the maze of trails in Memory Grove as a
place to warm down. As quite as Sundays were they were also of particular
interest because of the variety of people out on the down low for a bit of
strange. Husbands and sons from the finest families who lived in the nearby
neighborhoods often showed up in their Sunday best, hoping to score a
quickie when they were supposed to be in church.

As I warmed down I walked past a thick copse of bushes and surprised two
young boys dressed in suits. They had their dicks out, holding them side by
side, comparing size. And they were hard. These boys were definitely
playing hooky from church. They both froze and didn't know what to do. So I
made the decision for them.

"Hey there. Sorry to interrupt. Those are nice pieces of equipment you boys
have. Mind if I share mine?"

Still frozen from being caught touching pee pees they weren't exactly ready
to invite a strange man into their play time. But I'd hauled out my cock as
a symbol of camaraderie, pulling back the foreskin. I tried to show them I
was a friend. They weren't so sure. But they didn't run. So there I was
with a couple of captive mormon youths of Zion with their dicks hanging
out. They weren't bad looking. Both of them young teens about 5'6'
tall. And they definitely had impressive developing packages between their
legs. One was uncut. The other had been snipped. They both needed hair
cuts. Thick hair fell into their eyes and they kept combing it away with
their hands. The kid with the uncut piece of meat was about as red as
redheads can get. His friend was a dirty blond-haired specimen of budding
manhood. At the most they only had five inch cocks. But they were hard.

I moved in reaching for their developing manhood. I pressed them both
against my own hard dick before they could complain. With enough mutual
rubbing of dick flesh they soon were into the experience. "Do you guys get
to jack off together very often?" I asked, pressing my own cock against
theirs doing my best to make the sensation as naughty and salacious as
possible. Neither of them said a word. "Do you suck each other off?" I
continued. I quickly knelt in front of them, "Like this?" and I had both of
them in my mouth. It was a bit awkward. They didn't know how to keep still
so I could pleasure them. The red head pulled away leaving his friend to
enjoy the best blow job I knew how to perform. And I knew the blond kid
would shoot almost instantaneously if I didn't control him. I pulled off
and looked up at his friend. "Come on," I invited. "It's not like I'm going
to bite it off."

Soon I had both of these boys alternating their cocks inside my eager
mouth. But before they could shoot I stopped and pulled them as far behind
the bushes as I could and encouraged them to unbutton their shirts and
remove their ties. This was a good move on my part because not only were
the two into experimenting with each other, they were obviously in to man
flesh. They really got turned on as I encouraged them to press their naked
chests and stomachs against mine. It struck me that frottage came natural
to them and not only did they enjoy the sense of naked flesh against naked
flesh, they had experience doing it.

"Gosh, mister," said the red head. "You've got a hot body. I need to
stop. I'm ready to shoot." I stopped.

"You think I'm hot?" I asked trying to sound humble. "You guys are
hot. Don't you two have mirrors at home?" And it was true. They had smooth
tight skin over young, growing naturally muscled bodies. I pulled the blond
kid's back against my naked stomach and chest and held him. Then I pulled
the red head into us and held them both together with their cocks lined up
against their stomachs.

"You still ready to shoot?" I asked him. He shook his head as he looked
down at his cock in my hand. It seemed a good opportunity to teach these
boys how to dock. I arranged their young cocks head to head, then I pulled
the red head's foreskin over the head of his friend's dick. They quickly
got the idea and let me gently jack them off with the red head's
foreskin. The beauty of such uncontrolled youth was how quickly they both
leaked copious amounts of precum (which I snuck tastes of when I changed
hands while holding them together). I sort of misjudged how worked up these
boys were when the blond began to shoot inside the foreskin of his
buddy. He shook and trembled as I held him close against my stomach. The
worried moan he gave out struck a note in my libido and I was harder than I
would normally be. "We can't let that go to waste," I said, and I broke
them apart so I could get between them and clean up all of his young spooge
covering their dicks and what I was able to salvage in my hand.

I was careful as I took the blond's cock back in my mouth. I didn't try to
suck on him. I just let him try to relax in my mouth until he wasn't so
sensitive and seemed comfortable. I cleaned off his dick and crotch, licked
his cum off of my hand and did the same for the red head. The red head was
into it. He forced his dick into my mouth indicating that he wanted to get
sucked off. So, I started to work him into a young frenzy. It didn't take
much. Once I had him buried in my mouth he gushed an impressive load of
sweet thick cum that hit the back of my throat. I thought he was going to
pass out. But he was a trooper and soon gained his sea legs when I
tightened my lips around his cock and slid him out of my mouth leaving him
as clean as he could be. I stood up. The two boys seemed grateful for the
attention as they rubbed their naked torsos against mine, their arms around
each other's shoulders. Holding them tight I was happy to enjoy their
affection, although it was more just young hormone charged lust than
anything else. And because of the miracle of youth, they were both still
hard as hard could be. As we stood pressed and rubbing against one another
I realized I was presented with a dilemma. Could these boys be ready for me
to really suck them both off a second time? I was sure it was possible. But
did they want me to? Why I was suddenly worried about what they wanted was
a mystery. That's when I saw a familiar face walking in our direction.

Rick, a hot muscular weight lifter with straw blond hair is a guy I knew
from the university. He had seen us. He stood for a minute watching. Rick
and I regularly got into lots of trouble in the sauna at the men's changing
room of the physical recreation complex. (For more information see my
raging sex ramblings titled University Sauna in the Encounters section of
Nifty Archives.) We knew the contours of each other's bodies more than just
intimately. I was sort of happy to see him, but didn't know how his
presence would affect my new young charges. I motioned for him to join us,
but to be very quiet.

Rick knew just what to do. He tore off his t-shirt and lowered his running
shorts. He softly snuck up behind them and quickly had his arms around the
backs of the boys in my arms. They were captives. His bare chest against
their backs made all the difference. It was too late for them to run. "What
are you gentlemen up to?" he gleefully asked. The boys were shaken, but
once they saw Rick's huge cock and incredible body they were easy to
convince to stick around. "We're just checking out each other's junk," I
said. "These guys are fucking hot." The boys looked a little concerned when
Rick snuggled his face into the backs of the necks sniffing their young
sweaty bodies. But their worries didn't last long.

Rick got us to move even further back behind our blind of bushes. "I could
see you all from a hundred feet away," he claimed. He turned them around so
they could rub up against his broad muscular flesh. The boys were
overwhelmed at the sight of Rick. I thought they were going to cum all over
him before we could do anything. After a good session of sweaty frottage
Rick knelt in front of us and enjoyed sampling the boys' cocks. They
weren't as primed to shoot as they were the first time. But they definitely
wanted to get it on with Rick. They were way fascinated with Rick's huge
uncut snake of a cock.

"You guy's like that hard dick?" I asked them. The blond kid reached down
to play with it while Rick sucked on his friend. Rick got back on his feet
and made the boys kneel in front of him.

"You both need to get a feel for this," he said rubbing his cock against
their faces. They were into it. "You want to taste it?" he asked. The blond
kid didn't hesitate. He grabbed Rick's cock and did his best to get it into
his mouth. But Rick wasn't exactly small. He looked at me and
winced. Obviously, the blond kid had a problem with teeth. He pulled it
away from the blond's mouth and didn't think twice about pushing into the
red head's. The red head wasn't that thrilled, but eventually opened as
wide as he could after Rick had forced it against his lips. The red head
had better success giving what was probably his first time giving head to a
man's cock. He lasted about a minute as his buddy looked on. But Rick
wasn't into giving lessons. He wanted cock. We stood the boys side by side
and inhaled their hardons. It wasn't long before the blond kid was ready to
shoot in my mouth. I tugged on Rick's arm and he joined me as we mutually
clamped down on the blond and drained as much cum as he could produce. And
despite having already shot an earlier load, that was a lot. Rick left me
alone to clean off the blond as he returned to suck the red head
dry. Again, it wasn't more than thirty seconds until the red head was ready
to shoot. We repeated the same routine. Rick tapped me on the shoulder and
I joined him working out load after load of cum from the red head. And, of
course, being old friends and mutual cum hounds, we enjoyed snowballing
everything we collected from the young men.

As we all regained our senses Rick announced, "Looks like more company is
coming this way." The two boys quickly buttoned up their shirts and shook
the dust from the knees of their pants. It was time to set them loose. Rick
patted them on their butts encouraging them to leave. "Remember boys,
anytime Sunday mornings we're here to take care of you," he said with a
broad smile. The boys made a fast exit. I'm sure they jacked off together
about their experience the minute they got home.

As they hurried down the hiking trail they passed a couple of men in
matching red t-shirts and khaki shorts. I couldn't quite make out who they
were. But Rick knew them. "You know these guys?" he asked me. I shook my
head. "If we play our cards right we've got ourselves a couple of hot fucks
walking into our trap," he said.

As the men got closer I could see they were handsome, in their thirties,
and they sort of looked like twins. They weren't. They were just a couple
of older gay men who always cruised together. Both had light brown hair cut
very short. One had a porn star mustache which is something that appealed
to me, although out of fashion. The other guy had tattoos from his neck
down to the wrist of his right arm. This also appealed to me. Rick pulled
me out from behind the bushes with him and waved at the men. They smiled
and made a bee line towards us once they recognized Rick. Hell, who
wouldn't. Rick was so handsome. His good looks were famous for having
seduced at least two straight policemen at the University who had been
recruited to entrap and arrest "faggots" in the mens room at a building
famous for tea room activity.

Rick quickly introduced me to the men. Their names were Kent and
David. Nice, simple gay names I thought to myself. As Rick chatted them up
I checked them over. Kent was a good looking guy about 180 pounds, with
long muscular arms and a well proportioned ass. He was giving me a look
over, too. I just smiled at him pleasantly. He just stared back and didn't
talk. His friend with the porn stache, David, had a slightly better
build. It was obvious they both spent time at the gym, but they weren't
hard cut. They had soft rounded muscles where it counted. While Rick was
talking to them I had the temerity to lift up David's t-shirt and check out
his stomach. He was put off at me being so forward. I just smiled. We
conned them into joining us in our little lair behind the bushes. Actually
it was Rick's boldness to reach for their dicks and pull them into the
bushes that did it. I dropped my running shorts to let them have a better
look at my torso and cock. That helped make things go much smoother. The
four of us played with one another's cocks, rubbing them up against our
stomachs and squeezing them. These two men didn't disappoint. They both
packed nice seven, possibly seven and a half inch fat dicks. Even better,
they were both uncircumcised. We got close and enjoyed docking with one
another. It's not often I've been able to enjoy docking with three other
men, mixing our precum together and working up the general energy of
getting horny. They seemed satisfied with me. I passed their "is he hot
enough?" test. But it was obvious they both wanted to play with Rick. Rick
pressed his cock hard against Kent massaging and pulling his butt cheeks
apart. I knelt down and took Dave's cock in my mouth and made him feel
better about me being in the mix. Then I turned and buried my face into
Kent's ass. I gave him a thorough tongue bath and it was working. Rick
kneeled next to me and buried his face in Dave's ass, working the same
action. We switched, our faces covered in spit and sweat. I found that Dave
responded much better to my tongue action. He moved my right hand around
his hips so I could stroke his hard cock.

As I contentedly munched on Dave's ass Kent bent forward pushing my head
out of the way with his insisting he have a turn rimming his buddy. Rick
was deep into Kent's ass having already inserted a couple of fingers up
inside him. I let Kent relieve me. But as he slobbered deep into his
friend's crack I slowly positioned one finger, then two, below his
tongue. As soon as he took a breath I slid my fingers into Dave's hot wet
hole. He was ready. As soon as I hit his man walnut he let out the tell
tale moan that he was in heaven. I quickly stood up, fingers still in his
ass and convinced Kent to suck on my cock. "Wet it," I demanded. "Slobber
on it real good." He surprised me by hacking gobs of spit on the head of my
dick. It made it much easier to position myself at the entrance of Dave's
spongy wet asshole and slowly push my thick eight inches of meat inside
him. Dave let out a long groan. He was definitely a bottom who enjoyed it
long, wet, and slow. And that's just what I provided.


As I pumped in and out of Dave's beautiful ass I felt Kent place his hands
on my shoulders and lean against me as Rick plowed his man pussy. Rick
pushed himself into Kent as deep as he could. At least ten inches of him
were packed inside the guy. And this caused Kent to push up against
me. Kent's hard seven inches aligned right into my butt crack. As I fucked
Dave Kent's hardon slid up and down against my back door between my sweaty
cheeks. The sensation was not unpleasant. Eventually I was ready to see if
Kent was up to the challenge of fucking while getting fucked. I knew I
was. I pulled out of Dave almost completely, but not quite. I pulled Kent's
cock head against the entrances of my asshole and hoped for the best. The
first couple of tries were failures. But Kent, bottom that he was, finally
got a clue and cooperated. Eventually he slid easily up into my ass. I
pulled Dave back against me and Rick, who was more than experienced at long
sessions of chain fucking, pushed up into Kent even further.

It was Kent who blew his wad first. I felt a sudden flood of warm man juice
fill my ass as he held himself tight inside me. I ground myself against him
hoping to help. We all sort of stopped and held our positions for a minute
as Kent enjoyed his cock deflating in my ass. I started once again to make
long slow strokes in and out of Dave and could feel his appreciation by the
way he flexed his sphincter and colon muscles. Kent plopped out of me and
his cum started to drip out of my ass. Kent moved to the front of the line
and went down on his buddy Dave, doing what he could to get his friend
off. I felt Rick gently bite the back of my neck. Sure, why not I
thought. I nodded and soon I was the recipient of Ricks' remarkable giant
phallus. It wasn't the first time nor, thankfully, would it be the
last. Rick knew just what was necessary to get us both off at the same
time. We'd certainly practiced enough times.

As Kent worked on his friend's cock I was the grateful recipient of his
friend's hot ass squeezing and milking me as he shot his load. The
sensation of feeling the contractions up a guy's ass clamped around my cock
is always a major turn on and soon I was shooting all the backed up spooge
from the morning's activities. I unloaded a bucket of cum up Dave's ass. At
the same time Rick released himself up inside me enhancing the whole
experience by a factor of 10. We were all basking in pig heaven as the noon
day sun bore down on our sweaty naked flesh. I didn't want Rick to pull out
of me. I didn't want to pull out of Dave. But the physics of male anatomy
are inevitable and we all sort of plopped out of one another at the same
time. Rick moved me out of the way and in the tradition of the fraternal
order of sick as fuck filthy cum pigs he felched my leavings out of Dave's
ass. This made Dave happy. And I offered the same service to Kent who had
no problem letting Rick's cum drip out of his ass and into my mouth. By
time we threw in the towel all four of us had enjoyed a turn at sucking
spooge out of one another's man cunts. All of us except Rick, and he had to
settle on letting us all rim him just so he wasn't left out.

There's never a guarantee of complete privacy when fucking out of
doors. That's part of the thrill. And as Kent and Dave pulled up their
shorts and started to leave the voice of someone Rick and I could not see
said to them, "You guys are fucking hot. Can we have a turn?" We looked
around the bushes and watched Kent and Dave walk off with two young men in
their late teens or early twenties. We both shook our heads and cursed our
luck for not being invited.

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By the time summer moves from July into August the temperature is hot and
the climate can be very dry and dusty in Salt Lake City. The nights cool
down somewhat, but only enough that the crickets and cicadas come out in
full force and fill the night air with a deafening noise. I sort of miss
that sound. I associate a lot of good memories sucking and fucking my
brains out during many of those hot desert nights to the sexual cries of
insects yearning to get lucky.

After I had discovered that Memory Grove was crawling with horny men
looking for action, I quickly took advantage of the place. As I mentioned,
my house was only few blocks away from where the best action took
place. And during week nights, Monday through Thursday, the activity was
heavy. I would take a cool bath and change into Levis and a T-shirt. I'd
put on a pair of old running shoes and saunter down the criss cross trails
on the east side of that park starting at the top of 11th Avenue. It
wouldn't be long before I encountered an interesting person in need of some
quick -- or sometimes protracted -- sex. And like other places in Salt Lake
the men who showed up for action in Memory Grove were mostly a different
group than those who cruised the other parks, public restrooms, saunas, and
public steam baths. For one thing, they were mostly young and athletic. You
had to be to manage the twists and turns of steep trails among the trees
and bushes. You needed to be part mountain goat and versatile.

I was slowly making my way to the last tier of trails before the entrance
of the canyon where the creek bubbled pleasantly towards down town. I could
see a group of shadows ahead of me on the darker part of the trail before
it made a final switchback. As I got closer I could see four, possibly five
men stand opposite one another. And the more I squinted I could see they
were having a mutual grope fest, feeling each other up in the dark. This
was something I was interested in. As I grew closer they all separated and
stood in a line along the trail. I passed slowly, and close, reaching out
and feeling each man's crotch as I passed by. A couple of them were spooked
and disappeared. But when I stopped and opened the fly to my Levis three
men moved in close to have a feel. I wasn't hard, but I could get it up
real fast if it was worth my time. I couldn't quite make out any of the
men's faces, but I definitely got several good handfuls of cock, enough
cock to get me to stick around. Looking back up the trail from where I had
come I could see another person walking towards us. I stood in line like a
good boy scout and waited until this new person followed the routine,
reaching out and grabbing or brushing against the crotches of all of us
standing in line. Soon there were five of us standing together in a little
group, all of us with our junk out and exploring one another. It wasn't
exactly brazen sexual activity, more like a tentative group show and tell
among a bunch of sixth graders. But I found it enjoyable and obviously so
did the other men.

There was a short retaining wall of native stone behind us. I undid my
pants and sat down on the rough surface. Some complete stranger sat next to
me and went down on my cock. This created a wave of new excitement. The
other men gathered around. And this brought several men hiding in the
bushes to join in. A couple of them dropped their pants to their knees and
felt around my cock and balls while the total stranger sucked me
off. Someone pushed an erection in my face expecting me to suck it. And I
did. It was great. Still, I had no idea who's cock I had in my mouth. But
it was what I was looking for. Our little trio eventually developed into a
daisy chain of strangers sucking cock and the combined energy of our
activity electrified the air. You could feel the heightened sexual tension
striving for release.

Some men dropped out of the action, either they got their rocks off or
paired off for a more intimate session in the bushes. But even though
people left our little group more single men eventually joined in. Someone
would slowly approach us stare hard in the dark rubbing himself and then
tentatively toss in his hat -- or more accurately his cock and balls --
into the action. My particular benefactor who seemed loath for me to return
his favor, gave my cock a rest and took on a new one that was ready to
blow. Afterwards, he shared the stranger's load with me as we sucked face
for a hot two or three minutes, occasionally taking a strange cock between
our lips to heighten the experience.

Eventually the retaining wall was simply too crowded. This inspired several
men to relocate to a soft patch of damp lawn a few feet away from the trail
we had all followed. It was a memorable evening. Once adjusted to the dark
everyone seemed agreeable to dropping trou or getting completely naked and
lie around sucking dick. We were far enough away from the main part of
Memory Grove that police or vice squad wouldn't bother us. The sense of
open freedom was great. Our impromptu orgy lasted at least 30 minutes
during which I sucked off four different men, fucked two others, and had
three strangers tag team slipping up inside my ass. One of those three was
packing a monster dick that I wouldn't have been able to accommodate if the
two other guys hadn't loosened and warmed me up. I was panting extremely
hard as the owner of that giant dick plowed into me until I reached that
magic point where my prostate took over and made me blast all over someone
I was trying to sixty-nine with in the dark on that patch of lawn.  I'll
never forget that particular evening.

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One night I had been out late at the Radio City Lounge. I was a little
drunk, but not completely blotto. As I walked home I decided to walk up
Memory Grove and try my luck. I walked past the reflecting pond and along
the little creek that always bubbled along the entire park and canyon. I
needed to pee and rather than just whip it out for some reason I decided to
use the public toilet. The place was just one stall with two urinals. And
it wasn't known for being particularly cruisy. I took a quick but much
needed piss and began to leave. A young man about 23 bumped into me as I
pushed open the screen door. He was a bit more direct than most. Without
saying anything he just tore open my Levis and started to go down on
me. There was enough ambient light from a street lamp shining in through
the screen door that I could see he wasn't anything to throw out of bed. He
was very handsome, dark hair, taut build, only about 5"7' but a decent
little package. He had a real sweet five or six inch cock that was a
pleasure to suck on. I fished out his dick and gave him one of the best
blow jobs of his life. Afterward he asked if I had a car. I told him
no. That's when he told me his name was Del. He said he had left his truck
just outside of the park. He wanted to know if I would walk him to his
truck because it was so late at night. I thought it all a bit strange. I'd
just gulped down his load and I wasn't worried about getting rolled. So, I
thought there wouldn't be any harm in walking him out of the park. About
half way to his truck a stranger approached us. Del introduced me to the
stranger, a young man about the same age named Rob, and claimed he was his
best friend who had been waiting for him in the truck. Then it became even
more strange. He told Rob what we had just done with one another in the
park restroom. Then Del turned to me and asked if I would be willing to
suck off Rob. This sort of thing just doesn't happen. At least it doesn't
happen to me.

After a bit of reluctance on my part and a lot of begging on the part of
the two young men I relented. We climbed up an embankment of lawn to a spot
where no one cold see us in the dark. The Rob lowered his pants and sat
back on the grass. I knelt down between his legs and started to suck him
off. I still didn't feel in any danger and it seemed ligit. Rob was
definitely into getting a blow job. Del pulled his pants down and sat next
to his friend, watching me suck Rob as he jacked off. I took a breather and
encouraged Rob to take a turn sucking off his friend. Apparently this was
something the two never did before. But I talked them into it. Finally, I
ended up finishing off the both of them. It wasn't all that bad. It was
just a little odd the way we hooked up.

Afterward the two offered me a ride home. I was tired and decided why
not. It would be easier than having to walk up three six flight of stairs
and two blocks to my house. Once we arrived at my house I thanked the two
young men and started to get out of the truck. That's when they both asked
if they could come in and use my bathroom. OK. I was already invested in
the situation more than I wanted to be. But the men were two very handsome
specimens. Both about the same height with the same size cocks. Del had
dark hair. Rob's hair was brown. Did I mention how innocent and handsome
they both were?

Against my better judgement I invited them into my home. They went the the
bathroom together. And when they returned they were both completely
naked. OK. In my head I joked to myself, "Dear Playboy, you'll never
believe what happened to me." The young men kind of ganged up on me. They
sort of forcibly stripped my clothes off. At any time, however, I felt I
could have easily stopped them and kicked them out. I didn't. They dragged
me into my bedroom and we made out and sucked each other off for almost two
hours. I asked them if they wanted to fuck. They didn't want to fuck. We
fell asleep.

In the morning they were gone. But none of my belongings were missing. I
just chalked it up to an odd experience. A good experience, but an odd one.

A few weeks later I was prowling around after 11:00 pm along one of the
lower switch back trails. In the dim moonlight I could see the outline of a
man. The closer he came towards me the better I could tell it was Del, the
handsome young man from a few weeks before. He seemed oddly happy to see
me. He hugged me and gave me a deep kiss. Then he dragged me off to a patch
of grass where we quickly got naked and down to business. He went down on
me first and really got me worked up. Then he sat back on his haunches and
insisted I suck him off, his dick standing at attention straight up in the
air. I was glad to do it. But as I slathered up and down his cock and
engulfed him I noticed an odd but not unfamiliar taste. And once I buried
my face deep into his crotch it struck me. This guy had recently been
fucking some chick. His crotch and dick were drenched in pussy juice. I was
sure of it.

I finished what I started. He was hot and I wasn't unfamiliar with a little
pussy juice. It would take more than that to scare me off. But I wasn't
exactly happy about it. After he came in my mouth he insisted that we
remain hidden on the grass, naked, and he wanted to cuddle. OK. Fine with
me. I still needed to get my rocks off. But I was agreeable. As we lay
there holding one another on the grass we could hear someone walking down
the trail towards us. As soon as the shadowy figure got close the young man
gave out a whistle. It was his friend, Rob. There was the other handsome
young man with his fly undone and junk hanging out.

"Everything OK?" asked Del?

"Yeah. I think so. I got pulled off and told to take a walk. Jerry sure
isn't into sharing much." said the second young man. He got down on the
dark patch of grass with us. Then he undid his pants and pulled them
down. He reached over and grabbed my soft penis, grinned at me and stuffed
his tongue in my mouth. "Hi," he said. It's real good to see you. You
horny?"

Horny? What kind of question was that? Of course I was horny. I was always
horny. Something was going on and I had no idea what. Rob continued to play
with my soft cock until he decided he'd probably better go down on me if he
wanted to see me hard. It was OK with me. I laid back on the cool damp
grass letting the young man go down on me. Del leaned over and we sucked
face deep and passionately. I was soon hard as a rock.

"You're better than the others," sad Del. "You like to kiss. The others
don't like to kiss."

"Hey!" called out a female voice.

"Over here," yelled both young men. Soon we were approached by three other
figures. One of them was a sexy young woman about 19 years old. She had
tousled hair which appeared to be light brown in the dark. She was barefoot
and wore only a pair of skinny white panties. Her breasts were full and the
size of large grape fruit. They jiggled as she tiptoed along the
trail. Behind her were two men. One was a big guy at least 6'4" and 260
pounds. Maybe heavier. He looked like a professional wrestler with broad
shoulders and giant pecs. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing just a
pair of Levis unbuttoned half way. In addition to the huge guy was a
slightly smaller man. Not exactly skinny, but thin compared to most men. He
was about 6' tall, shaved head. He also wasn't wearing a shirt and was
covered with serious tattoos.

"You boys just sucking cock?" asked the young girl rather plainly.

"Yeah, a bit." What are you up to? Ready to go home or do you want to stick
around some more." answered Rob who had been nursing on my cock.  ` "I need
more cum," she stated. "I haven't had enough cum. Who has more cum for me?"
she giggled.

I thought she was drunk or high on something.  But she seemed alert and
didn't slur any words. She looked directly at me in the moonlight and
asked, "Do you have any cum left?" It was more of a serious question than
an accusation.

The Del leaned over and asked, "Are you into pussy? If you like pussy you
can fuck her. She really likes to fuck. She likes to fuck a lot." He said
this with a touch of awe in his voice.

"C'mon. You guys move over. I want to lie down," she demanded.

We all made room on what was really a small patch of grass. She sat in the
middle with Dell and Rob on side and me on the other. I was pushed off to
the side of them. The big guy knelt down and found a space where he could
sit cross legged between me and the girl. The skinny guy just stood off to
the side as if he was keeping watch.

"Look. Look what I got here," said the young girl ""Look what Jerry left in
me," and without any sense of modesty she pulled off her panties and spread
her legs. She reached down between her thighs with her right hand and dug
around a bit. When she brought up her had she'd collected a substantial gob
of fresh cum from her cunt and showed it to the Rob. "Lookit. Look at how
thick it is," she marveled sticking the gob in front of Rob's face.

"Yeah. That's hot he said. And he took her hand, licking the cum off of
it. I was a bit shocked. This was all new territory for me and I didn't
know how to react or what to think. It was all too weird. "You got any more
of that," he asked her. Rob crouched down between her thighs making her
spread her legs as wide as possible. Both Del and Rob moved in close to get
a good look at her snatch. Rob reached down and fished more cum from her
pussy with his fingers. He looked at it close like he was inspecting a
diamond, sniffed it, then fed it to Del. Del licked his buddy's fingers
clean then dove down between the girls legs trying to find more man batter
with his tongue.

The girl tossed her head back and began to moan.


"That's it," said the skinny guy with the tattoos. "I'm ready. Move over
and make room." He shimmied out of his tight Levis to reveal an impressive
major erection. It was hard to tell in the dark but he was packing probably
ten inches of flat wide dick with a pointy head. The guy was definitely
wielding a weapon. He felt around in the dark and found a spot between the
girl's legs, then he crawled forward on up on top of her. Del reached
between their bodies, grabbed the skinny guy's monster cock and helped
guide it into position. The girl tilted her hips up and forward basically
impaling herself on the skinny guy's throbbing tool. It was definitely
something to watch. He pounded into her in short bursts and would then
withdraw, plow into her again pounding in short bursts. The big guy, Jerry,
rubbed the skinny guy's ass with one had as he jacked off with the other.

The guy was a freakin' maniac. Del and Rob kept him aligned and inside the
girl's swollen cooch. Jerry grabbed my right hand and made me place it
around the tattooed guy's dick as it pummeled the girl's pussy. It was
exciting to feel his throbbing blood pulse as he slid in and out of a pussy
full of enough spooge that was churning up into a thick sticky froth. As I
grasped the guy's sticky cum covered dick Jerry reached under with his left
hand to gather enough spooged to use as lube. He slowly inserted his cum
drenched middle finger into the skinny guy's ass as deep as he could. That
action cause the skinny guy to plant himself deep into the girl and almost
split her apart as he gushed a huge volume of cum inside her. Yup. The good
old finger up the butt maneuver worked once again.

I pulled my hand away and sat back and watched as the two studs worked what
seemed to be a practiced routine. Jerry continued to pump his middle finger
in and out of the skinny guy's ass as he remained buried inside the
girl. The skinny guy gave out a long low moan, "Yeah, buddy. That's
it. Keep doing that. It's keeping me hard" he said.

Jerry kept his finger up the guy's ass but got on his knees, pulling his
Levis off. He reached underneath between the skinny guy's ass and spent
some time feeling around until he had gathered enough spillage from the
girl's cunt. He used the handful of spooge to lather up his huge uncut
cock, removing his finger and planting his own monster at the entrance of
the skinny guy's asshole. The skinny guy let out more than just a low moan
as Jerry pushed the head of his cock inside, but he didn't complain. It
didn't take long until Jerry's juge penis was deep inside his friend's
butt. And it was apparant they had done this before. Jerry slowly pulled
out and rammed back into the skinny guy who didn't move. He remained in
place on top of the girl. I felt in the dark feeling between them and was
surprised to feel the skinny guy's cock still raging hard and impaling the
girl's swollen cunt lips spreading them apart.

I could make out Rob and Dell in the dim moon light on the other side of
the fucking trio. They were on their knees and jacking off as they watched
the action. I was hard again and sort of wanted to join them, but I
waited. I should have snuck off, but was too interested in watching.

The girl did her best to get herself off by writhing under the skinny guy
planted firmly deep inside her. Not having a cunt, myself, I couldn't
imagine what she was feeling. But she seemed to enjoy herself. Jerry gave
out a loud grunt and was breathing hard. He'd obviously just nutted up his
friend's ass. And the skinny guy responded in kind just a few seconds
later. As soon as the skinny guy shot his second load he and Jerry rolled
off of the girl into Rob and Dell.

Del grabbed the tattooed guy's dick, collecting all of cum he could off of
the guy's fat wide cock squeezed out any that might eventually drip out as
the guy's erection wilted.  Rob knelt at the skinny guy's head offering him
a cock to suck on. And it seemed the skinny guy was into it. He took it
into his mouth and sort of slobbered on it without much focus. There was to
much for me to take in and that's when the girl reached over and grabbed my
hardon. I definitely had a raging hardon from watching all the action.

"Hey, mister. You want to stuff that beautiful cock of yours inside me?" I
have no idea where they found that woman or who she was, but she was
definitely red-eyed horny. I assumed she'd been fucked by all four of the
men, but if I thought that was all I would have been wrong.

"Yeah, you need to fuck this bitch. She definitely knows how to fuck," said
Dell. He reached over and pulled me on top of her. He also had hold of my
dick, too.

"Hell, why not," I thought to myself. I certainly wasn't shy about
fucking. And even though it's the sensation and taste of a cock that does
it for me there were certainly enough sympathetic cocks around I could
focus on to stay hard. So, I went for it. I settled in between the girl's
legs and lean my body towards her. I didn't have to do much else. I didn't
have to clumsily poke around. She quickly navigated my cock inside her. And
I have to confess as I slid my cock as far as I could into her cunt I
enjoyed the sloppy wetness of everything. She was more than warm, she was
hot. And I had been part of enough gang bangs to realize the feeling and
noise my cock made was from all of the cum she still had inside her that
had not dripped out. And as for wetness, her thighs were thoroughly covered
in slick fresh cum. As I mashed up against her I became drenched in more
cum that I could imagine. I gave it the old college try and held out fir
maybe five minutes. She seemed to enjoy it. My eight inches isn't anything
to sneeze at, but she'd obviously enjoyed being stretched out by much
bigger cocks than mine. Still, she did a good job of squeezing her vaginal
walls around me. But what cinched the deal was getting to enjoy pumping in
and out of everyone's cum. I wasn't a stranger to fucking a cunt, but most
of my experiences tended to be on the dry side. No woman i'd ever been with
had been able to keep us lubricated like this horny girl. Of course, she
had a truly sloppy cunt filled with spooge. And the idea of pumping in and
out of all that cum is what set the little bell inside my head to start to
add my own copious dump of hot whitish baby batter to the mix.

When I'd finished the girl was reluctant to left me climb off of her. But
there was no way I was going to swap cum with her. I have my limits. But as
soon as I dismounted that major swollen pussy Jerry, the huge tall guy, was
right there at the entrance diving down to eat out as much cum as he
could. That impressed me. It got me to thinking that I'd like to do that
myself. So, when he came up for breath to take a breather I dove into the
girl's cunt right next to him. I didn't have to do much to get a mouthful
of cum. He inner thighs were covered in it. And Jerry helped me clean as
much of it off of her as he could.  We tried getting out tongues into the
bottom of her cunt at the same time and lap up stuff she was squeezing
out. This competition led to my forcing my mouth on Jerry's and feeding all
the cum I had to share. He didn't even flinch. And soon I enjoyed playing
tonsil hockey with the giant man. He dove in for another mouthful and came
back up with his entire face covered in spooge. I licked it off of his
cheeks and a big glob of it hanging from his chin. He pushed his tongue in
my mouth and dumped a huge load of cum inside me that we both enjoyed
swapping back and forth until we eventually had to swallow. He seemed to
enjoy snowballing. And he sure knew how to eat pussy.

I finally had to stop. I found the skinny guy trying to suck on my wilting
dick and it didn't feel good at all. The skinny guy needed more lessons on
cock sucking because his teeth were a bit sharp. I pulled away from the
group and excused myself. I really had to fucking pee and if I announced it
to these people they would have probably insisted I piss all over them. I
wasn't going to take the chance.

On my way home that evening I'm sure the smell of cum, sweat, pussy juice,
and some piss was strong enough to wake all of the neighborhood dogs. When
I got home I showered and poured myself a strong drink of whiskey. The next
morning it was the strong smell of my clothes, which were still damp, that
woke me.


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I had hundreds of encounters in Memory Grove during the years I lived
there. Most of them were one-on-one encounters. Among those notable
experiences one sticks out in my mind that was sort of unusual.  I had a
memorable experience running into a gay man who had been a member of the
Utah Legislature. In the gay community he was regarded a GB or great
beauty. He was ten years older than me and well known for civic works as
well as being one hell of a a good looking man. I'd always wanted an
opportunity to sleep with him. Instead, I caught him in the mood for a
quickie among the bushes of Memory Grove one night and discovered him to
have an unusually small uncut cock. But no matter. He was a very passionate
and sensuous bottom who insisted upon being held for a couple of hours
after we first fucked. Which meant that I hand plenty of time to recover
and fuck him several times more that evening.


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One summer there was an encampment of homeless men further up the canyon
out of site of the general population. They were a bit of a romantic
bunch. There were about six of them, although it was hard to keep
count. Different men came and went through that camp until it broke up in
late September that year. And I had a great time fucking and getting fucked
by all of them. And it was through them I met the canyon manager, a married
guy who lived at the mouth of the upper canyon. Despite his wife he had a
serious ache for hooking up with men for group play. When he first
encountered the small group of gay hobos looking for a place to hide he let
them set up a small tent city in one of the deeper woods above the hiking
trails. That summer he had his own little harem of fuck buddies to play
with, which I found to be enviable. For years I knew him only as the gate
caretaker to the canyon and recognized him because I ran up and down the
canyon almost every day. It was on my fourth or fifth visit to the camp one
late afternoon. As I approached the camp I could see the canyon manager on
thee ground with his legs in the air being fucked by two scrawny guys with
ragged beards and big dicks. I quickly ducked behind an older man I had a
letch for who lived at the camp. I made him keep his back toward the canyon
manager as I stayed on my knees with the older man's cock in my mouth. I
almost ruined the whole setup, but once the canyon manager realized I was
watching him, he could see that I wasn't a threat because by then I was
bent over, pants around my feet, with the older man's cock pumping in and
out of my ass. I was more concerned the encampment might break up because
of me. I really had an itch for that older homeless guy; scrawny, full head
of gray hair, thick gray beard and a ten inch hardon that would last for
hours.

After he caught site of me being plowed out in the open, the canyon manager
became a fast friend. A friend who, upon many later occasions, I had the
pleasure of fucking during the following years. In fact, that summer was a
low point in my running regime. Instead of getting in the usual five miles
a day I would leave work and run up the side trail of the canyon to the
homeless camp. There was always someone there interested in some man on man
action. And after I discovered the canyon manager getting thoroughly used,
I had the opportunity to plunder the depths of his ripe hairy ass.

He was a good looking bear of a man with the thick porn mustache that was
fashionable in the 70s. He was thick and burly, covered in brown body
hair. Nice cock about 7 inches. Fat like a potato. And I soon came to know
that he loved the feeling of a big hard dick up his ass. One late afternoon
I came huffing and puffing up the hidden trail to the camp to find the
canyon manager standing in the middle of the place. No one was
there. "Look's like they've all gone on a food haul," he said staring at
me. We both had serious disappointed looks on our faces.

"We'll, we're here. Why don't we do something while we wait for them to
come back?" I asked bluntly. That was that. I pulled his dick out of his
pants, got him hard, pulled down his pants around his knees and was soon
easing my hard cock into his rectum as he steadied himself on all fours. He
was a major hot bottom and enjoyed fucking himself on my tool rather than
me pumping into him. It wasn't long before a couple of the men returned
with bags of groceries and without saying as much as "Hello" they had
joined in.

One Saturday morning I was running back out of the canyon and decided to
take the upper side trail and check if anyone needed a fuck or a blow
job. I was surprised, and a bit jealous, to see my sweetheart, the older
homeless guy I lusted after on a blanket next to the smoldering camp
fire. He was naked and getting a serious workout from a young boy with
auburn hair about fourteen years old. Even more surprising, I recognized
the kid as the canyon manager's son. They were deep into it and didn't
worry about me showing up uninvited. So, I sat on a camp log a few feet
away and pulled my cock and balls out from under my running shorts and
jacked off watching them. It was an impressive show. The kid had a decent
sized hard cock. It looked that it might be fat like his dad's but it was
definitely longer. Long enough to plow deep into a middle age man's ass and
make sure he enjoyed it. As I thought about my broken heart another guy
from the camp crawled out of one of the three large tents they'd cobbled
together. And he was also as naked as god made him. His name? I can't
remember, but he was about 40 years old, sinewy instead of skinny. He sure
had some beautiful muscles on him, in particular the dong between his legs
that hung almost to his knees. He came over to check me out, looked at his
camp mate and said, "Sure is beautiful thing, ain't it?" He meant the man
and the kid fucking, but I could only think of myself and thought he meant
their new found love. He helped sooth my sorrow by sticking his cock in my
mouth. It was salty. He was completely soft and his dick tasted salty from
pee and cum. I perked right up. It wasn't long before the guy had me on my
back and his tasty long cock sliding in and out of my ass. Nothing takes
the hurt of a broken heart away better than a dick up your ass, or maybe
two of them.

I could go on. I should probably try writing a piece documenting all of the
encounters I had in the park and canyon so close to my home. Anyway, Memory
Grove was a constant source of wonderful sexual escapades during all the
years I lived in Salt Lake City. I hope it continues to be as enjoyable for
men looking for the excitement of clandestine hookups today as it was for
me so many decades ago. When I go for a morning walk through the local park
and golf course were I live now, I still get a stirring in my dick when I
think about Memory Grove, and my cock begins to swell.