Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2020 07:06:23 -0700 From: David Brugger Subject: Sylvania Park Summer: Part 3 by H.T. Bruhaus email: ht.bruhaus@yahoo.com March 10th, 2020 Please donate to Nifty if you have the means. Thanks. Sylvania Park Summer: Part 3 My name is Everett Pettygrove. I am a fifty-five year old single gay man. Sylvania Park Summer is a series of sex stories that are pure fiction. They are concocted from my perverted imagination, but derived from my surrounding neighborhood of Sylvania Park. All of the participants are at least 18 years of age. While you are reading the various stories I will be posting, you may notice that the neighborhood of Sylvania Park has a high proportion of young men who are either gay, or bi, or bi-curious. You might find that hard to swallow. All I ask is that you suspend your disbelief for a brief moment and just go along with it. This is my fantasy and I choose to populate Sylvania Park with as many non-straight young men as I desire. If it helps, you can pretend there is something unique in the air, or in the water, or in the underlying basaltic bedrock, that causes, at least temporarily, a certain degree of homosexuality to the young residents of this fine neighborhood. Sylvania Park is a housing development situated on the southwestern city limits of Portland, Oregon. It is built on the sloping west side of an extinct shield volcano known as Mount Sylvania. The first home was built in this development in the year 1969. Mount Sylvania really isn't a mountain, it's more like a large hill. The summit is just under 1000 feet. There is a small park at the summit. There are a number of trails and paths that wind through Sylvania Park, connecting the summit with several natural habitats and parks. I like to make up stories about the young men who live in Sylvania Park. I fantasize about what they might be doing to each other in it's backyards and on it's trails and behind it's closed doors. So, from my depraved imagination, I present, Sylvania Park Summer, a series of gay sex stories that happen in the neighborhood known as Sylvania Park during the summer of 2020. Thanks, Everett Pettygrove This third story in the series is partly about a bully from my childhood and partly about one morning this summer when I observed two college guys facing each other inside a garage as the door closes on them. Here is the result of that combination. Everett Pettygrove Jerome's Story I wake up. There's a blinding strip of light pouring through the gap in my blackout curtains. I feel like I'm on stage. I check the time. It's almost noon. I didn't get home last night until 3am. I must not have closed the curtains all the way before I went to bed. I get up and put on my robe. I throw open the curtains. The sun comes streaming into my bedroom. I go downstairs to the kitchen. I make myself a smoothie with fresh blueberries, kiwi, bananas and kale. The house is dead silent. It's strange to be in this great big house all alone. My sisters have moved away and my parents are at work. I have just returned from an intense freshman year of college. I studied my sweet little ass off all year long. I am not going to do a damn thing this summer, except party, pilates and create art. I take my smoothie out to the back patio and recline on a lounge chair. I let my robe fall open. The sun feels good on my cock and balls. I look down at my cock. There is dried cum in my neatly trimmed pubes. It brings to mind the fun I had in the backseat of my Prius last night. I picked up this hot jock at an all ages nightclub. I sucked on his dick for what seemed like hours and put a finger up his ass while swallowing his load. Then he used his spit to lube up my cock and he gave me an enthusiastic, if not a little awkward, hand-job. That was a nice bonus. I am totally content to just suck dick, but if I can get a little service too, then all the better. I languish in the sun, enjoying it's warmth on my junk. I sip my smoothie. After I finish it, I go upstairs and take a shower. I moisturize, then get dressed in a pair of white capris and a yellow tank top. I put on a cheap pair of sparkling purple, sequined flip flops and head to the garage to create. My brilliant art project has taken over half of the garage. My dad has to park his Jaguar outside. He doesn't mind. He has always been very supportive of me and my exotic behavior. I push the button for the garage door. Soft bright sunlight slowly fills the space as the door powers open. I tie a purple smock around my waist. I make art. The piece I'm working on now is entirely made from bits of plastic sifted from the sand along the Oregon coast. I have washed and categorized the plastic by size and color and segregated them into dozens of bins all over the garage. I am slowly working on a pedestal base, melting plastic and "growing" it upwards. The finished product will be a multicolored, freestanding, mosaic tree, at least four feet tall, entirely made from the plastic washed up on the beach. It's going to be fabulous. I put on goggles and ignite a hand torch. I hardly get started, when I feel a presence inside the garage. I turn off the torch and pull my goggles down around my neck. Standing very close to me, with a smug smile on his face, is Jurkowski. He is wearing jean shorts, hiking boots with thick socks rolled to his ankles and a black, Iron Maiden, tee-shirt. He looks like a Sears ad from the 1990's. He crosses his arms in front of him. "Well, if it isn't Jeromo the homo. Long time no see." Jurkowski is the Sylvania Park neighborhood bully. He has tormented me ever since I came out in the eighth grade. I haven't laid eyes on him for a while. "Jurkowski sweetheart. How's Community College, not too difficult I hope?" He stops smiling. He wasn't the brightest student in high school. He grabs his crotch. "Why don't you give me a blow-job, Jeromo and I'll tell you." I look at Jurkowski. I used to be a lot smaller than him. I was short and skinny. He was tall and pudgy. He probably outweighed me by at least forty pounds for most of my life. But I had a growth spurt during my junior year of high school. I really shot up. I also have taken care of myself. I eat right and workout religiously. I am lean and strong and a good five inches taller than Jurkowski now. I bet we weigh about the same too. Jurkowski has also changed. He seems to have lost his baby fat. His body looks more solid and his face is no longer chubby. He's actually very handsome. Too bad he's such a fucking asshole. I look at his hand holding his crotch. "Love the jorts, babe. Did your mom buy those for you?" He squints his eyes. "Yeah, she did. I know you like to suck dick, Jeromo. I'll let you suck mine if you promise to swallow." Jurkowski has always been pretending he wants me to blow him. Lets see what happens when I finally call his bluff. I go push the button to the garage door. It starts to close. "Okay honey, show me that tasty cock of yours." He looks surprised. He turns and watches the door close. I watch it close too. The garage begins to get dim. As the door is coming down, I see this old dude standing at the top of our driveway, looking in. He tilts his head to the side as the door closes. The last thing I see of him is his Keens. The door shuts and I turn my attention back to Jurkowski. I pull my goggles off from around my neck and drop them on the floor. I remove my smock. I walk up to Jurkowski. I grab his crotch and squeeze it hard. "What are you doing?" "Oh sweetie, you've been trying to get me to blow you for years. Well, today is your lucky day." I unsnap the top button to his jean shorts and zip open the fly. I put my hand inside. He pulls away from me. "Come on, Jurkowski dear. I guarantee it'll be the best head you've ever had." I squat on my haunches in front of him. I pull his shorts and briefs down to his hiking boots. His cock is soft and shriveled. I look up at him. "Baby, do you need some help getting hard?" "No." I look at his cock again. "Nothing's happening down here, honey." I know it's not unusual for a guy to need stimulation to get an erection. I'm just giving back to him some of the torment he gave to me over the years. "Whats the matter, dear? Erectile dysfunction?" "Fuck you." He grabs my head with both hands and pulls me towards his cock. I let him do it. His body smells like cola and corn flakes. I wrap my lips around his soft shaft. I start sucking him. "Yeah. Suck that dick." It doesn't take him long to get hard. His dick is average size. I take it out of my mouth and look at it. I'd guess it's about five inches. I like cocks of all shapes and sizes. And to tell you the truth, I prefer cocks that aren't too big. Jurkowski's cock is actually perfect for me. But I'm not going to let him know that. I tease him. "Ahh, how cute, a baby dick." I look at his face. He grimaces. "Just suck it." He pushes his cock towards me and I open my mouth to receive it. I continue to suck on it. I try to hold his balls, but there's not much there to grab. They are small and held up tight against his body. So I open the fly to my capris and hold onto my cock. I stroke it and get hard. I grab his ass with my other hand and push a finger against his asshole. My finger is dry and I'm expecting to have some difficulty in putting it inside him. However, it goes up to the second knuckle quite easily. Jurkowski moans. He starts moving his hips. He is already getting close. Despite him being Jurkowski, I'm really enjoying sucking his perfect cock. I'd like to taste his cum, but I have other plans for this shithead. I let him fuck my face another minute, then I stand. "What the fuck. Keep going." I take off my tank top and pull down my capris. My chest is muscular. My biceps are big. My cock is hard and throbbing. It is literally twice as long as Jurkowski's cock and a hell of a lot thicker. I step out of the capris completely. I wave my cock at him. "I need you to suck me now, hon." He looks down at my large cock. There is fear in his eyes. "I'm no homo. I'm not sucking that...thing." I get close to him. He has to lean his head back to look at me. I grab his boner. I squeeze it a little too hard. He flinches. "Don't you want to cum in my mouth?" He just barely nods. "All I'm asking you to do sweetie, is put your plump, pretty lips on my dick for only a minute, that's it. I just showered. My dick is fresh as a daisy." I gently stroke him. He looks down at my cock. I am fully hard. I have small balls too and they have virtually disappeared against my body. It makes my dick look even bigger. "I can't." "Touch it first. He wont bite." I grab his wrist. He tries to pull away, but I seem to be stronger than him. I push his hand against my cock. "Let me go." I ignore him. I think back to my freshman year of high school. He waited for me after school one day and held me down on the grass. His weight on top of me made if difficult to breathe. I struggled to get out from under him. He laughed, then drooled saliva on my face. I pleaded with him to let me go. He finally got bored, but before he was done, he removed my Crocs and threw them onto the roof of the gym. He left me stranded on the grass in my stocking feet and with his spit in my eyes. Fuck Jurkowski. I squeeze his wrist harder and grab the back of his neck. I force him to my cock. He is resisting. He is also afraid. Good. I'm not going to rape Jurkowski's mouth. I just want to scare the shit out of him. I make him bend at the waist. I hold his mouth within an inch of my rock hard cock. He has to watch it pulsate in front of his lips. I hold his head like that for a minute. Then I let him go. He stands up straight. He looks me in the eyes. I meet his gaze. There is a lot of suffering in his expression. I Almost feel sorry for him. "Alright, get the fuck out of here." I go to open the garage door. "Wait. I'll do it." I turn and look at Jurkowski. "What did you say?" "I'll suck you. Just promise you'll get me off." His shorts are around his ankles. His cock is still hard. He pulls off his tee shirt. He strips his jean shorts over his hiking boots and drops them onto the floor. "Do you promise?" "Sure." He must really need a blow-job. I'm not surprised. He's not a well liked person. I look at his body. He is husky, but in decent shape. Jurkowski looks down at my cock. He gets on his knees in front of me. He grabs my cock with both hands. He jerks up and down my shaft. I say, "Hold up." I grab a yoga mat hanging on the wall. I unroll it. "Put your knees on this." I'm not being considerate. I just want him to be comfortable so he'll keep sucking me. That's all. He gets back on his knees on the mat. He grabs my cock again with both hands, then he awkwardly wraps his lips around it. I cannot fucking believe what is happening here. My fucking high school tormenter is sucking my dick. I grab his ears. I force his head down my cock. I am really liking this. He gags. I begin to fuck his face relentlessly. His slobber is dripping down my legs. "You're good at sucking. You sure you've never done this before, sweetie?" He grunts. I let go of his ears and put my hands behind my head. He continues to suck my big dick. He doesn't need any persuasion. He holds my cock with both hands. He strokes it as he slides his mouth over the head. He rocks his torso back and forth. His mouth goes deeper down my shaft. He is taking in more than half of it. He speeds up. It feels marvelous. I groan. I gasp. I stop breathing. Then I start shooting my load into his mouth. He squeezes my shaft and sucks down my sperm. I cum and keep on cumming. I start breathing again. It's a big load. Even I would have been challenged by it. Jurkowski takes it all in. Finally I'm done. He looks up at me with my cock still in his mouth. It slips out. He stands and wipes his face with his arm. He actually smiles. "Okay, my turn." This is what I've been waiting for. "I don't think so, dear. I'm not in the mood anymore." He is standing there in front of me, wearing nothing but boots. His cock is super hard and throbbing. He looks ready to pop. "What? You promised." He is pissed. "I lied. Get over it." I push the button to the garage door. It begins to open. "Fuck that." He starts jacking his cock. The garage door opens all the way. We are both standing naked in full view to the outside world. A car passes on the street at the top of the driveway. I watch him stroke his hard dick. He gets within two feet of me. Our eyes meet. Then he starts cumming. His load is powerful and he purposely shoots it onto my body. His cum shoots onto my chest and abs. It sprays onto my semi-hard cock. He gets cum on my legs and feet. His load feels hot against my skin. When he is finished, he gets dressed quickly. He walks up the driveway and disappears around the corner. I'm not mad. To be honest, I'm turned on a little. I slide my finger across his load and put it in my mouth. I taste his cum. "Fucking Jurkowski." I go inside and shower. The next morning I'm in the garage again, working with the torch. I don't expect to see Jurkowski for the rest of the summer. I finish with a section of my art project. I step back and admire it. "Genius." I turn off the torch and remove my goggles. Jurkowski is leaning against the opening to the garage. He grabs his crotch. I say, "I didn't expect to see you again, babe." He walks towards me. "You didn't? You still owe me a blow-job. That's why I'm back." My dick starts to get hard. I'm looking forward to tormenting Jukowski again. "You still want me to suck you?" "You promised." He pushes the button to the garage door. It closes. "Did you shower this morning? Yesterday you smelled like a rodeo cowboy." "Fuck you Jeromo. I showered." I get right up next to him. I put an arm around his waist and sniff his hair. It smells like strawberries. "Okay sweetheart, you can get naked." "Fuck yeah." I let go of him and step back. I watch Jurkowski take off his clothes. This time his cock is already hard. "Take your boots off too." He looks at me suspiciously, but he goes ahead and removes his boots and socks. I strip off my outfit. My cock is about three quarters hard. It sticks out and curves downward. Jurkowski stares at it. He holds onto his dick. He finds the yoga mat and sets it in front of him. "Okay, Jeromo it's time to keep your promise." I start to get on my knees, but I stop. "Wait. I need some inspiration." "No you don't. Start sucking." "If you want the best blow-job in your life, then I'll have to be in the mood, otherwise it wont be any good. Capice?" Jurkowski is thinking. I tricked him once already, he probably suspects another trick. I pretend to scratch my neck. I display my muscled bicep, just in case he is considering forcing me to suck him. "What kind of inspiration?" "Turn around deary, I need to see that sweet ass of yours." He looks at me, but he goes ahead and turns around. He must really be desperate for a blow-job. I look at his bubble butt. His ass is big and full. I stroke my cock. "Bend over." He looks back at me. "Are you scarred, hon?" "Fuck no." He bends over. "Spread those hams and show me your hole." "This better get you in the mood." He pulls apart his cheeks. His little balls are tight against his body. His asshole looks delicious. "Don't worry about it sweetie, I'm the expert here. Just let me do my thing." I dribble a glob of saliva onto my cock. I spread it all over the shaft. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting in the mood to give you the best fucking blow-job you've ever had. Don't move an inch." I walk right up to Jurkowski's butt. I drool a large glob of saliva onto his hole. I run my fingers through his crack and spread the saliva around. Jurkowski moans. He starts stroking his cock. I get down on one knee. I hold open his ass. I lick across his hole. "Oh my god!" Jurkowski squirms. He keeps stroking his cock while I eat out his hole. I put a finger inside of him. I'm expecting some protest, but he just moans. I lick his taint and I lick around his hole while fucking him with my finger. I lick his little balls. He tastes yummy. "Fuck that feels good." Jurkowski is getting close. I better act fast. I stand up. I put a hand on his shoulder. I hold onto my cock and push it against him. I rub the head over Jurkowski's asshole. Then I push it in. He yells. "Shit!", but he lets me slip my cock into him. He stands there, bent over, and takes it. I keep pushing. He strokes his cock faster. He grunts. Then he screams, "I'm cumming." He starts shooting his load onto the garage floor. My cock managed to get only a third of the way inside of Jurkowski. It feels too fucking good. His orgasm excites me to the point where I spontaneously start cumming. My cock jerks as it pumps it's load into Jurkowski's hole. We both stop cumming. Jurkowski doesn't move. I think he's in shock. Then he stands up straight and my dick slides out of his ass. Some of my cum leaks from his hole and dribbles against his thigh and onto the floor. He doesn't look at me. He takes my tee-shirt and wipes his ass. He puts on his shorts. I say, "That felt good. You're really tight. Did you know that, sweetie? Did you know you have a tight hole?" He glances at me. He looks miserable. He pushes the button for the garage door. It starts to open. He puts on his shirt. He picks up his boots and walks out of the garage into the sun. The concrete must be scorching his bare feet, but he doesn't seem to feel it. I stand naked in the back of the garage and watch him leave. I yell, "Thank you dear." The next morning I'm in the garage again, working on my recycled tree project. I'm wondering if Jurkowski will show up today. He doesn't come until around one-thirty. I hear him clear his throat. "Um, Jerome." He is standing just outside. Jurkowski actually used my real name and not Jeromo. "You're back." He is looking down at my feet. "I never apologized for bullying you." He looks up at me. I study Jurkowski. He doesn't resemble my tormenter from school anymore. "No you haven't." He nervously curls a finger in his hair as he slowly walks up to where I'm standing. "I'm really sorry I treated you like that. I realize it was wrong. You don't have to forgive me. I just wanted you to know." He looks me in the eyes. "I suppose this has something to do with what happened yesterday?" He nods. "I couldn't admit to myself I was gay." "That actually makes sense now." I put my hand on his shoulder. "I forgive you, Steve." He smiles. "Thanks." There is awkward silence. I sense his has more to say. "Um, Jerome." "What?" "You know, you still owe me a blow-job." I can't believe the balls on this guy. "You're pushing your luck." "Sorry." "Just kidding." I hit the button for the garage door. It slowly closes as I grab the yoga mat. I'm really looking forward to sucking his perfect dick and swallowing his load. Finally. The End Everett Pettygrove Sylvania Park Summer, 2020 __________________________________________________________________________________ H.T. Bruhaus. Portland, Oregon March 10th, 2020 Sylvania Park Summer is a story about a fifty-five year old man writing about stories he imagines happening in his neighborhood. The man is a fiction of my imagination. The neighborhood of Sylvania Park is also fictitious, but is actually based on a real neighborhood called Mountain Park. Most of the features of Sylvania Park are true about Mountain Park. I expanded the neighborhood to give me more room and freedom to develop the stories. You could actually go to Google Maps and search Mountain Park Oregon. It would take you directly to that neighborhood. You could go on street view and take a tour if you wanted. There are probably hundreds of Rodeo Cowboys who read the stories on Nifty. I apologize for implying you don't smell good. I have never smelled a Rodeo Cowboy before, but I assume that since you work hard in the middle of an arena in full sun, you probably perspire quite a bit. Also you work with livestock. I imagine you smell like sweat mixed in with a little manure and probably some saddle leather as well. It is not meant as in insult. Maybe one of you can let me smell you some day for research. Perhaps at the Saint Paul Rodeo this July 4th. I encourage the people who read my stories to email me. I will eventually write back. I like to keep track of where you live. Please include your city. Please make a donation to Nifty. I personally contribute a small sum every time I upload a story. Thanks, H.T. 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