Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2018 21:57:00 -0300
From: Octavio Ocampo <octaviospije@gmail.com>
Subject: Pioneer Park SLC Chapter 1

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 as on my personal memories and experiences of coming out as a
gay man in the 1960s and 1970s.

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Pioneer Park - SLC .01

I moved to SLC when I turned 18. It was the early 1960s and Salt Lake was
still a casual western railroad town nestled at the foothills of the
Wasatch Mountains. There were several places in the city where an underage
guy could get some hot action. The old Wasatch Plunge, a natural hot
springs that had been developed into a large swimming attraction and spa,
was always good for a mid week afternoon romp. Most of the city's large
parks had public rest rooms that attracted a variety of men during
different parts of the day. And City Creek Canyon, a beautiful place with
lots of scrub oak and other native trees, offered hikers and joggers many
private places to hook up.

Pioneer Park may have been the oldest and most notorious place in the city
for clandestine encounters. It was a city block of green space across from
the Rio Grande train station. On the north side of the park, stood a row of
old hotels that had originally been built for train travelers. The golden
era of train travel was long gone. But the hotels still offered cheap rooms
rented mostly to single men by the week or month. The large park had only
one public rest room and it was inconveniently placed on the far east side
of the park next to a very busy street. But that didn't stop people from
dropping in at all hours of the day.

I usually rode my bicycle to the park and would sit against an old elm tree
and watch who entered and left that rest room. It was an old cement
building from the 1900s. The men's side of the place had a long trough
urinal at which you stood to pee. Opposite the urinal were four toilet
stalls with wood partitions separating them. The doors to the stalls were
missing. So anyone sitting in a stall had a full view of everyone taking a
piss. The early afternoons were sort of busy, but bathroom traffic
increased a lot around 5:00 PM when people were getting off of work.

One afternoon as I sat against my elm tree lookout an old cowboy wandered
over and asked if I had a match. I didn't smoke. He feigned disappointment,
but stuck around making small talk. Eventually, he invited himself to sit
down. He was crisply dressed in new Levis, cowboy shirt and hat. He
presented himself as very clean, but he was in his mid seventies and too
old for me, or so I thought. He was rail thin and had an impressive white
mustache. He still had a good head of hair, too. Although his hair was
mostly white. But despite his age he still had the square jawed features of
a good-looking ranch hand with soft blue eyes. It was obvious he had been a
very rugged and handsome young man. He still was rugged and very masculine.

As he nervously chatted with me he also kept his eyes on the rest room. And
it wasn't long before he was squeezing his crotch hoping I would get the
idea. He asked if I had a girl friend. I tried to put him off by telling
him I did. That just caused him to ask if she put out and how often we had
sex. He shared some stories about pussy and his experiences in Nevada
brothels. He was almost too descriptive, telling me about sexual encounters
and stuff that sort of shocked me. But at the same time I was getting
turned on hearing about all of the women he had fucked and also shared with
other men. The idea of two or more guys having sex with one woman at the
same time really piqued my interest, although I wasn't into girls. The more
he talked about his sexual exploits the more I got turned on. I had to
adjust myself so my swelling dick wasn't cramped in my Levis. He noticed
that. It was the opening he was looking for. He reached over and rubbed my
crotch, asking if I wanted him to take care "that." I was repulsed at
first. I wasn't into guys as old as he was and I politely moved his hand
away. But he was persistent.

"Look," he said. "We're both here for pretty much the same thing. Let's go
over to the rest room and I can suck you off. You'll enjoy it. I'm sure
you'll enjoy it," he persisted.

I was shocked at how forward he was. Not that the idea of getting a blow
job didn't appeal to me. After all, he diagnosed why I was at the park
checking out the action. He kept at it and finally wore me down by telling
a couple more stories of his sexual escapades double penetrating brothel
workers and tag teaming fellow cowboys at the National Rodeo in Reno. We
both got up, stretched our legs and walked to the rest room together. He
opened a creaky old wooden screen door, holding it open for me, and I
nervously walked in.

The sound of the screen door caused two men already inside the place to
quit playing with each other and act innocent. But it was obvious what they
had been up to. Both were in their mid 40s and wore suits. One of them
tried to hide his hard on by turning his back to us. The other guy, who had
saliva dripping down his chin, covered his crotch with his hands. These
guys were safe. My soon-to-be new old friend quickly dropped his pants and
sat in one of the open stalls. He motioned for me to come to him and I did
without hesitation. Knowing the two guys we'd surprised had already been
getting it on made me even hornier. I was happy to get off and spend a load
as soon as possible.

When the two men saw what the old cowboy and I were up to they turned to
one another, jacked each other and stared at us. I was turned on by the
idea of showing off in front of them. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my
501s, pulling out my already hard cock. The old cowboy didn't seem
disappointed when he saw my hard 8 inches. And I was even more surprised to
see that he had a respectable piece of meat between his legs, too. His cock
was still a bit flaccid, but he was packing. He had what appeared to be at
least 8 or 9 inches of well-seasoned man meat, even though he wasn't
completely hard. He took my cock into his mouth and I was amazed. He began
to give me the best blow job I'd ever had up to that point in my life. It
was incredible. Then, as I looked down on him I saw he had a set of false
teeth in the front pocket of his cowboy shirt. I was amused and a little
bit disgusted. But it was too late. He had his mouth firmly planted on my
dick and there was no escape. I turned my head back to look at the two guys
who were jacking off. One of them was a bit older than the other and had
short dark beard. He was bent over happily sucking on the younger guy's
dick. As I watched them the heat in my balls grew until I was ready to
explode.

"I'm going to come," I said. The old cowboy pulled off my dick and squeezed
my butt with his left hand.

"Hold off a bit, if you can," he told me. "I want to enjoy this." He had a
look of serious lust in his face. It was difficult, but I was able stop
from ejaculating, which was a bit painful. He looked behind me to check out
the two other men. He said, "That's pretty fucking hot, isn't it kid?" He
didn't expect an answer. We both breathed heavily as we watched the two
other men take turns sucking each other off. They stopped, too, and stepped
away from the trough urinal to stand behind me, their wet cocks swinging in
their hands.

"Go on," said the older guy with the beard. "Let's see you shoot that
load." And with that encouragement I slid my cock back into the old
cowboy's mouth and held on to the back of his head.

"Fuckin' drain me!" I demanded. And drain me he did. The two men both slid
their free hands up and down my legs and tugged on my balls. The younger of
the two even slid his fat hard cock up the crack between my butt
cheeks. That did it. I convulsed, very weak in the knees, and dumped my
load, four or five squirts, into the cowboy's hot, toothless mouth. He made
sure to get the most out of me by gently clamping his gums on my dick. It
was amazing. I forgot about anything that I had initially thought of as
gross as his hot wet mouth gulped down my load and savored the leavings he
was able to coax out of my dick. The guy with his dick up between my legs
loudly whispered, "That's hot. That's fucking hot, man."  I leaned back
against him, completely spent.

Before I had a chance to pull out of the old cowboy's mouth the screen door
squeaked open. We scurried like scared mice. I slipped into the stall next
to the old cowboy. The two other guys dashed back to stand in front of the
urinal and fumbled with their pants and belts.

"Well, howdy, gentlemen," boomed a deep voice. "This looks just like what
the doctor ordered." We were all stunned at having been caught. But we were
even more stunned to see a tall beefy man about 50 years old beam a big
smile and pull a huge cock out of his pants. "Looks like this is where I
might get some relief for my little friend here," he said laughing and
wagging his not so little cock back and forth. We sort of relaxed, but we
were still a bit leery of this big stranger. He looked back through the
screen door for a few seconds and then said, "I think we've all got a bit
more time to socialize. How about it?" From his opened fly he waved a
monster that was ready to be worshipped.

Although I was only 18 I had seen my fair share of big dicks in my short
life. However, this guy had the biggest I'd ever seen. He stood about 6'4"
and easily weighed 250 pounds. He was hefty, but not fat. And like the
other two guys had a full head of dark brown hair. He also had a
good-looking face and killer grin.

Holding his monster cock in his right hand he walked over to the guys at
the urinal. He grinned as he presented his cock and asked,"either of you
gentlemen interested in a taste?" This big guy certainly knew what he
wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it.

The guys at the urinal stared down at his cock with a look of
amazement. The younger one said, "That thing is fucking huge?" and reached
out to hold it. And the older guy helped him. Together they undid his belt
and opened his pants. My cock was still wet from the old cowboy's mouth and
still out of my pants. From the stall I had retreated to I could see out
the screen door and also had a good view of the action beginning to take
place in front of me. The wooden partition between me and the old cowboy
had a large glory hole cut in it and I could see him still sitting on the
toilet and stroking a respectable nine uncut inches. For a man of his age
he had a damn fine cock that stood to attention.

The guys at the urinal were happy to jack off this new guy, but seemed a
bit hesitant to do anything else. The old cowboy stood up and leaned around
the partition and whispered, "Don't run off, kid. Keep a lookout for
cops. This is going to be good." He pulled up his pants just enough so he
could walk. He moved over to the urinal for a better look. Soon he was on
his knees in front of the three men feeling them all up. Even though I had
just blown a wad I felt a stirring in my crotch. I was almost hard again
with a large drop of pre cum clinging to the end of my dick.

To help cut the tension the big new guy bent over and took the older
bearded man's dick into his mouth. My old cowboy reached over to the
younger guy and pulled him close. In a split second he had inhaled the
younger guy's cock, nursing on it like the pro he was. The two men leaned
into each other and sucked face as they both enjoyed having their cocks
sucked. It was a very heady scene to watch and I was horny and ready to
join in.

The big guy stood back up and moved in to enjoy sucking face with the two
guys, the old cowboy was content sucking the younger one's cock. I slid in
to get a better look at the big guy's monster dick. It was huge. On close
inspection I could see he was uncircumcised. I tried reaching around it
with one hand, but had to use two. The big guy was hard as a rock and
twitched a bit when I pulled his foreskin back and forth up and down his
shaft. He was horned up and dripping lots of pre cum. I collected as much
of it as I could with my fingers and tasted it. It was good, a sweet
alkaline taste -- and warm. I wanted to suck the big guy's cock so bad, but
it was just too damn big. I tried. I bent down and licked the head of his
dick and then stuffed as much of the head in as I could in my mouth. He was
just too much for me. So, I returned to stroking him as he shared spit with
the two other guys.

The old cowboy had sensed that the big guy's cock was up for grabs and grab
he did. He made a loud smacking noise as he pulled his mouth tightly off of
the younger guy's cock, then swiveled around on his knees to check out the
big guy's monster. I remember thinking, "Holy Shit!" as I watched the old
cowboy effortlessly take in the head of the big guy's cock. The big guy
turned to make it easier for the old cowboy to service him. He reached out
and held me close to him with one arm, "This dude is fantastic," he said
looking down in my face and grinning.  And with that he licked my forehead
and nose. "Give me a taste," he said, opening his mouth and stuffing his
tongue down my throat. He'd reached down to feel my cock and retrieved some
pre cum from my own dick which he then made me lick off of his
fingers. Then we shared the taste. The younger guy reached down to gather
some of my pre cum, too. He stuck a glistening finger in his mouth and
smiled at us. The big guy winked at him. The younger guy moved in to suck
face with us. The big guy groaned. The old cowboy's talented mouth was
working its magic. What was actually only about five or six minutes passed
as if it were hours. The sight of that guy's giant cock being worked on got
all of us horned up in a senseless state.

The big guy looked down at the old cowboy and said, "Let's give it a rest,
friend. You've got me ready to bust." And with that he pulled the head of
his cock out of the old man's mouth. Then he pulled the geezer up
indicating he should join us.

"Look at that," the big guy exclaimed holding the old cowboy's hard on
against his own cock. "That's a respectable piece of well-aged meat you've
got there, sir!" The big guy just kept grinning. "Looks like it could use
some attention," he said fondling the aged meat.  And that was it. The big
guy knelt down and inhaled the old cowboy's leaking hard on.

The old cowboy winked at me with a smile. "That's what I call being real
friendly," he said to no one in particular. The old cowboy threw his head
back and exclaimed, "Son, where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" His
cock was buried in the big guy's face. He was getting deep throated and it
drove him crazy. I stood close with the other two guys. We took turns
stroking each other as we watched the show.  Without much warning the old
cowboy began to gasp.

"Hell, I'm gonna shoot right down your throat, buddy!" and the old cowboy
stiffened. We were impressed at the steady number of contractions the he
had convulsing into the big guy's mouth. The big guy sure did appear to
enjoy what he was doing. When the old cowboy stopped squirting the big guy
reluctantly let the mature cock slide out of his mouth. He grabbed and
squeezed it gently, licking any droplets of cum he could coax with his
tongue. Then he patted the old cowboy on his ass and stood up. There was
spit and cum dripping out of the corners of his mouth.

"Who's next," he asked grinning. He looked into my eyes and asked, "How
about you, buddy?" I was more than happy to let him, but the younger guy
who had been stroking me quickly grabbed the big guy's cock and knelt
down. He was more successful than I had been at getting his mouth around
the head of the big guy's cock. In fact, he was able to take more into his
mouth than the old cowboy. "Oh, yeah . . ." said the big guy. "That's
it. Choke on the fucker!" The older guy with the beard knelt down next to
the younger one and mouthed the base of the big guy's shaft. He even tried
to take turns sucking the big guy. They worked out a rhythm, clamping their
mouths to either side of the giant cock and slurping up and down on it,
occasionally stopping at the tip to mash their tongues down each other's
throat.

The big guy bent down and whispered in my ear, "Hey, Kid. Move around
behind me and slip that pretty dick of yours up the crack of my ass." I was
a bit surprised, but I didn't have to be asked twice. He bent his knees,
lowering his ass to the same level as my cock. When I timidly spread his
butt cheeks he took over and rubbed the head of my cock up and down against
his ass hole, wiping himself with my precum. I was into it. I pushed up
into him and found I had no problem getting the head of my cock past his
sphincter.

"Hold it right there," said the big guy. He reached around to feel the base
of my cock. Then he slowly backed himself onto my pole, letting me ease
into him. I could have passed out from the sensation of his hot ass
enveloping my cock. He held me tight and instructed the two other guys to
suck him off. The old cowboy helped hold me up and licked inside my ear and
down my neck as I held my young cock in the big guy's ass. The his ass was
hot and throbbed. That made me harder than I thought possible. I closed my
eyes and concentrated on the sounds of the two guys sucking him. The big
guy's ass muscles twinged clamping down hard around my cock. The big guy
was shooting.

He let out a strong sustained moan. I could actually feel the spooge course
through his dick as his prostate squeezed and released . . . squeezed and
released . . . squeezed and released. But the big guy was clamped down so
tight on my dick that I couldn't come. Hell, I couldn't even pull out. He
finally relaxed, reached around and slowly pulled me out of him.

"Hey, thanks, kid." He turned around and planted a big sloppy kiss on my
mouth. He also made sure I had the opportunity to taste the lingering
streams of the old cowboy's cum drying on his cheeks. It tasted good.

"Fuck, that was hot," I said to the big guy with an obvious sense of
gratitude. "You're an amazing stud," I added.

"No. Thank you," he returned and grinned at me. His monster cock was still
hard and slick from being worked over by the two guys in suits. And they
both had cum dripping from their mouths. The old cowboy moved around us and
dropped on his knees again, this time servicing both of the men who had
just serviced him. They were into it.

"That is some cock you have mister," I said reaching down and holding it
up. It glistened in my hands as I stared and tugged on it. A last few drips
of cum appeared and I bent down to catch them with my tongue. It was sweet
and thick. The big guy jumped back a little when I tried to suck on him.

"Whoa, kid," he laughed. "I'm too sensitive to shoot again so soon." He
grabbed my hard on and said, "Let's take care of this. Shall we?" He walked
me over to one of the hand basins, turned on the cold water and washed my
dick. The cold water quickly scared away my erection. He dried me off with
what little toilet paper was available. When he was through he gave me a
major hug and whispered in my ear, "Do you like sucking cock, buddy?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. What's not to like?" I answered.

He motioned over to the old cowboy who had taken his place working on the
two guys in front of the urinal. "How's about we help your old friend over
there finish those young daddies off?" he asked.

He took hold of my flaccid cold dick and led me over to everyone in front
of the urinal. He pushed me down to one side of the old cowboy who was
vigorously going to town on the bearded guy's cock. The big guy knelt on
the other side of the old cowboy and the three of us took turns alternately
sucking the two men. They were definitely into it. In no time at all the
younger guy began to shoot. The old cowboy and the big guy kept their
mouths busy sucking and licking the younger guy as he spilled his load. It
was a hot thing to watch. It also prompted the bearded guy to begin to cum,
too. I had the bearded guy's cock as deep into my mouth as I could get it,
past the back of my throat. When he started to shoot the old cowboy and big
guy pulled me off of him and mutually drank in as much cum as the bearded
guy could spill. I had cum dripping out of my mouth. I stood up and
presented my hard on to the cum hounds on their knees. The big guy and old
cowboy didn't miss a beat, taking charge of my cock. The bearded guy leaned
in and wiped some of his cum off of my face. He licked his finger and
smiled at me. I grabbed the bearded guy and made him stick his tongue in my
mouth. He seemed to enjoy tasting what was left of his own spooge coating
my tongue.

It a few second I was blasting another load. The old cowboy and the big guy
worked in tandem to suck me dry, taking all of the cum I could shoot into
their mouths. Then they turned to one another and shared my load, sucking
and tonguing back and forth. I pulled away and leaned against one of the
stall partitions with my dick waving loosely out of my pants. The younger
guy took advantage of the opportunity to feel me up. He licked my neck and
kissed me. And he bent down and sucked on my waning hard on. It felt
good. I grabbed his cock and we mashed our tools together using spit and
friendship. The bearded guy pulled up his pants, putting away his meat and
tucked in his shirt. He came over to us and gave us a warm hug before he
left the restroom. The younger guy and I held each other as we watched the
old cowboy inhale the big guy's monster meat one more time.

It was around 3:00 in the afternoon. No one had disturbed us. We relaxed
and enjoyed the show in that old restroom, watching the old cowboy devour
the big guy's huge cock. Holding each other, the younger guy and I enjoyed
a satisfied sense of peace. It was as if we were old friends, me with my
hand around his soft dick and the young guy holding mine. Then we heard the
tell tale foot steps of someone coming to the rest room.

"Quick!" whispered the young guy, someone's coming!" We quickly packed our
junk up and headed towards the screen door. As we left a pack of adolescent
kids ran past us. We parted company and I returned to sit against the trunk
of my favorite old elm tree, leaving the big guy and the old cowboy to fend
for themselves.