Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 00:38:10 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Tales of the Reservation, Ch. 8  [Gay-Encounters}

The Reservation

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

Latin Thong

A few months ago I was wandering through the reservation on a Saturday
afternoon. It was late winter, but warmer than usual, so I was hoping for a
little fun. I'd walked around a bit, only seeing one or two of the
regulars, and began to wonder if, in spite of the weather, it was too early
in the year for a hot time. As I was walking up a trail, I heard, then saw
someone coming through the woods. He wasn't on a trail, just coming through
the woods, making his own way towards the trail I was on. He literally took
my breath away. He was black, Latin, early 20s, around 5'10, slim build and
beautiful. He was wearing a gray sweat suit. As he walked, slowly,
sensuously, he had one hand up under his sweatshirt, gently rubbing his
chest, exposing his small, tight abdomen. His sweat pants were drooping low
on his hips, exposing the black thong he was wearing underneath.

He came out onto the trail about 10 yards ahead of me, heading in the same
direction I was. I couldn't take my eyes off his ass, his narrow hips and a
beautiful little bubble butt.

I started walking faster to catch up with him and I swear he slowed down to
let me. As I got almost along side him, in spite of my general shyness, I
couldn't resist. I reached out with my left hand and grabbed his right
cheek. We kept walking like that for a minute or so, me gently squeezing
his ass. Finally, he stopped. His incredible ass just fascinated me.

I kept massaging the right cheek, then slipped my hand down the waistband
of his pants and felt the hot skin of both cheeks of his ass.

I pulled his pants down around his knees. While one hand stayed glued to
his ass, I reached around with the other and massaged his dick though the
pouch of the thong. I reached inside and pulled his rock hard dick out of
the side of the thong. It was dark, cut, maybe 6 or 6-1/2 inches and
beautiful. I stroked it lightly, while I continued to play with his ass. I
felt in between his cheeks, running a finger up and down the string of his
thong.

Finally, I found his hole, and was surprised to find it very well lubed.
With no effort at all, and, from the look on his face, nothing but
pleasure, I slid a finger up inside him. He turned and looked at me over
his shoulder. He had one of the most beautiful faces I've ever seen. He
smiled, and took my breath away it was such a beautiful smile. His eyes
locked with mine, exchanging smiles.

I started finger fucking him, leaning around in front of him, nibbling and
sucking on his left nipple. I kissed the back of his neck and nibbled
gently on it. He kept looking back over his shoulder, giving me that
beautiful smile. Usually, I don't get into kissing in these brief,
anonymous scenes, but I really wanted to kiss him. There was just something
so pure, so beautiful so lovely about his face, his smile. But he didn't
seem into kissing, so I had to satisfy myself with his neck. While we were
getting into this, another guy had come up along the trail. He watched for
a bit, then joined in. Good thing for me because I needed a third hand.

I still had my left hand on my beauty's ass, though by now I had two
fingers in him, fucking him, reaching up inside of him. In my head, I was
berating myself for not having brought a condom, because he so clearly
wanted to be fucked and I so much wanted to fuck him. But we both had to be
content with my fingers. While I finger fucked him with one hand, I was
stroking myself with the other alternating kissing and biting his nipple
and his neck.  I was stroking myself with the other hand, having a real
hard time not coming on the spot with this hot angel. And the third guy was
stroking him. I kept one eye on that, my beauty's rigid dick being pumped
by his fist.

And through it all, he kept locking eyes with me, smiling that smile, with
his mouth and his eyes, and it was every bit as much of a turn on as his
beautiful body, his incredible ass. After what seemed far too short a
period of time, finger fucking his ass with two and three fingers, and
stroking myself, I couldn't contain myself anymore and exploded, shooting
streams of cum onto the ground. As I finished coming, he pulled his sweat
pants up, stepped away from the other guy, and kissed me on the cheek. Then
he walked off down the trail. It was all so incredible, so beautiful, so
unbelievable.

Most experiences at places like the reservation are fleeting. They pop up,
it happens, its over. It's great for a few minutes but, like with Chinese
food, an hour or two later, you're hungry again. And you don't really
remember the last one. Every now and then, one of these encounters really
hits home.

I've had hundreds of encounters at the reservation since I discovered it at
17. Most are fleeting, many don't end up with any sex at all, but I've
always tried to keep in mind that the guy attached to the other dick is a
human being. At any given time, there are an amazing number of us out at an
amazing number of parks, rest areas, tea rooms and bookstores looking for a
little comfort and excitement. And, though we all have our own ways, we are
all just people, looking for a little loving. Be nice to each other, even
if you're not going to hook up.

And every now and then, you run into someone like my Latin beauty in the
thong, who I will remember forever, not just because he was so hot, but
because he had such a beautiful sweet smile.

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