Date: Thu, 14 Jan 1999 19:29:35 -0500 (EST)
From: Larry Webb
Subject: Buena Vista Park

Buena Vista Park
by Larry Webb


I hadn't seen Dean for 10 years.  We were very good friends when I was
in college, even though he was five years younger than me.  He had
always been the most beuatiful guy I had ever known.  Most of the
stories I read on the gay sites are about young blue-eyed blondes who
are slender, well-hung and totally gorgeous.  Well, Dean really was.

The last time I had seen him was in 1985 when, on a trip West, I had
stopped by to visit him and his mother and sister.  His father had
passed away a few years earlier.   Now, it was July 1, 1995, and I was
flying from Atlanta to San Francisco, as he had invited me to visit his
new condo on Haight Street.  He had just been divorced from his second
wife (unfortunately, Dean was totally straight).

When my flight landed, Dean was waiting for me at the gate.  He still
looked as fantastic as ever.  He drove into the city, giving me a guided
tour enroute as we passed Candlestick Park.  He knew this was my first
visit to the city of the Golden Gate.  As we entered the city he promised
me a tour every night when he returned to the condo from him job at one
of the larger banks.

We talked most of the evening away over a couple of bottles of wine in
his condo, before he showed me to my bedroom, and we both turned in for
the night.  I went to bed with a hard-on.  As the saying goes, "Deja vu
all over again".  The same situation had existed when we had first met
and I spent evenings at his parents house.  I always went to bed by
myself with a hard-on and fantasized about sucking Dean's cock.
Especially after we had gone skinny dipping in one of the local canals,
and I had seen his slender, nearly hairless body with its long, slender,
circumsized cock.  The guy had over 5" soft!

The next morning, I cooked breakfast while Dean showered in preparation
for going to work.  Over scrambled eggs and bacon, he asked what my
plans were for the day.  I told him that since it looked like a great
day, I'd get some sun on his balcony then head uptown for awhile.

Once Dean left, I changed into some shorts, grabbed my suntan lotion,
and headed out onto the balcony.  About ten o'clock I decided it was
time to go to my real plan for the afternoon - check out the famous
(infamous?) Buena Vista Park.  After showering, I headed down Haight
Street until I found the park.  I was well aware of its reputation from
various articles I had read over the years.

Not knowing really where to go specifically, I started climbing toward
the top of the hill, looking for guys out cruising as I climbed.  About
two-thirds of the way up, I spotted a young man coming out of the
underbrush.  He saw me, leaned against a nearby tree, and continued to
watch me coming up the hill.  He looked to be in his early twenties,
with almond colored skin, blue jeans, and no shirt.  I had to check this
out!  I left the trail and made a bee-line towards him and the tree.
When I got closer, I discovered he was wearing a T-shirt; its color just
matched his skin perfectly.  When I was within 10 feet, he reached down
and rubbed his crotch.  Logically, I responded the way any hungry
cocksucker would - I licked my lips.

As soon as I reached him, he extended hs hand and placed it on my
crotch, then led me into the brush.  I found out that the park was full
of large bushes which resembled green igloos.  He led me inside one of
them.  I learned his name was Raul.  He was 22 yeas old, and from
Brazil.  Raul wasted no time in unbuttoning my jeans, getting on his
knees, and taking about half of my 8" cock into his mouth.  He was
talented!  He worked my cock over very well with a gentle sucking action
while his tongue did its magic on the head of my cock.

As I was nearly ready to blast my load, I pulled Raul to his feet, and
dropped to my knees to await what he had to offer.  I was excited to see
him pull out a very long cock which definately exceeded the 9" mark.  It
wasn't a thick jaw-breaker, but it was certainly one of the longest I
had ever seen.   I reached up and pulled it awy from his belly and began
to draw it into my mouth, wondering at the time if I could succeed in
taking it all, especially with its pronounced upward curve.  I started
bobbing my head back and forth on his tasty cock as I sucked, and slowly
worked more and more of it into my mouth.  He tasted great!  When I had
devoured about two-thirds of his cock, I took a deep breath and just
pushed my head all the way down until my lips pressed against his jeans.
I had hs entire cock in my mouth and down my throat.  Far too soon, I
felt his cock begin to swell, and Raul pulled out and shot a load of cum
onto the ground.

As I stood up, Raul returned to his knees.  This time he proved to me
that I wasn't the only one who could deep-throat a hard cock.  He buried
his nose in my pubic hair, and gave me an A-#1 blowjob.  He had to be
the best cocksucker I've had when it came to using his tongue.  I had
never had anyone who could use their tongue like tht with 8" of cock
stuffed into their mouth.  When the time came, I pulled out and shot my
load on the ground right on top of Raul's.  

As we were walking out of the brush and down the hill, Raul said that he
was looking for a boyfriend and hoped that he had just found him.  I
wished that he had too; but I explained to him that I was just visiting
the city for a few days, but would love to see him here again.

That evening Dean asked how my day was as we toured Fisherman's Wharf.
I told him that I had a great time just going for a walk, and planned on
doing the same thing tomorrow.  We had dinner out in a restaurant
overlooking the bay, and after some more wine, turned in early.

The next day, I was back in Buena Vista Park before noon.  I looked for
Raul, but he was no where in sight.  I discovered that there was a
plateau just below the top of the hill, and that appeared to be the main
cruising area.  It was just above where I had spotted Raul the day
before.  There were about 10-12 guys cruising the plateau region, but
nothing that was of any interest to me.   I was about ready to leave as
it was getting close to 2:00 p.m., when I spotted hm.  No, not Raul, but
an exceptionally beautiful Latino.

I saw him coming up the trail from below.  He was wearing a crisp, white
T-shirt and blue jeans.  I would have placed him as at least eighteen,
but would also bet that he hadn't had a birthday cake with twenty
candles on it yet.  I hadn't seen a guy this beautiful since Dean was
that age.  I had also had a weaknes for Latinos for some time, and
generally was fond of trips to Puerto Rico and Puerto Vallerta.  

He walked to within five or six feet of me, looked straight into my
eyes, smiled, and kept walking.  Twenty or so feet down the trail, he
turned to make sure I was following him.  I was.   My new friend took a
path off to the right which headed downward.  When he reached the first
"igloo" bush, he walked into it and waited.  I entered the bush, and
noticed that one side was rather open, and I could see the trail above
us, from which we had just come.  He introduced himself as Javier, and
told me he had another spot.

Javier led me further down the trail, and eventually left the trail and
walked into another bush, which was about two-thirds of the way down the
hill from the plateau.  As soon as I walked in, I found Javier waiting
with his jeans and a pair of white briefs (as crisp, white and new as
his T-shirt) down below his knees.  As I walked over to him, Javier
pulled his T-shirt up over his chest, revealing two brown nipples and a
completely hairless, smooth chest.  I took one nipple in my mouth,
ground it slightly between my teeth, flicked it with my tongue and
started to suck it. 

I contiued my tour with my tongue and mouth down his flat belly, pausing
momentarily at his belly button.  After tongueing and sucking his navel,
I was really got to get his nuts and cock into my mouth.  His cock was
absolutely straight, circumsized. torpedo shaped, and about 7" long.
Perfect for sucking without taxing the jaws.  I was amazed that the ony
hair down there was a small patch just above the base of his cock.  His
nuts were small, and completely hairless.  I licked both of his nuts
until they were dripping with my saliva, then sucked both into my mouth.
I continued to tongue and suck his nuts slowly, savoring their taste and
his sweet smell.  Finally, before I creamed in my pants,  I withdrew his
nuts, and replaced them with Javier's cock.  I sucked like a possessed
cocksucker until Javier moaned, removed his cock from my mouth and
immediately shot a huge string of cum without even touching himself.

Javier said he had to get back to work, but would return the next day at
the same time.  He said that no one had ever sucked him like that
before, and he couldn't wait for another blowjob.

That evening, Dean resumed my tour of San Fransico.  I told him that I
had another great day just walking around the town.  Of course, you know
that the next day (my last one in San Francisco), I was right back in
Buena Vista Park.  Same place.  Same time.  No Javier, though.  I don't
know what happened, maybe he couldn't get off work at that time.  On the
positive side (no, it's not what you expected.  I still didn't have sex
with Dean),  Raul did show up, and we had another fantastic time sucking
each other.

The following day, after Dean left for work, I took a shuttle bus to the
airport, and caught my flight back to Atlanta.  Buena Vista Park turned
out to be all that I had expected - thanks to Raul and Javier.