Genesee Park Toilet
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
As per a request on this forum. Hope you enjoy this true story.
This all happened several years before the epidemic, so don’t do the things talked about in this story without protection.
I used to fish the Genesee river when I had a few spare hours free. The Genesee cupped a large park in its bend near the University of Rochester, and there were several parking lots that allowed easy access to the river banks. It was good Channel cat and Walleye fishing, with the occasional decent Northern Musky in the mix for excitement.
I’d found a spot along the bank where a small creek fed into the larger river, and it never failed to produce a stringer of fish. I always parked in the same place, across a large usually empty parking lot a few yards from the edge of the river. On the opposite side of the lot, was a fairly large clapboard public toilet painted dark green, and containing several stalls, a trough pisser, and a couple of sinks. There was a women’s toilet back to back with the men’s, but I never saw anyone going in to use it.
One Saturday in June about 1968 or 69, I had gotten down to the river before sunup to try my luck before daylight. I was early, because I had made plans for the early afternoon to go flea marketing with some friends. I had several fish on my stringer, by about nine in the morning, and decided to call it a day. I got my gear together, and started up the bank. When I reached the level of the parking lot, I was surprised to see several cars parked in front of the toilet. The place was usually deserted, except for the occasional vehicle.
I loaded my gear into the trunk of my car, and put the fish on ice in the Igloo ice chest I kept for that purpose. I got into the car, and poured myself a cup of coffee from my thermos bottle, and watched the entrance to the toilet in my rearview mirror. I sat there until I’d finished my coffee, and not a single person had come out of the toilet the whole time. That sort of got my curiosity up, since I knew from having used the place a time or two, that there were more cars than there were stalls, and that it usually doesn’t take a guy ten minutes to piss. I started my car, and backed up and pulled over to the line of cars parked in front of the building. I got out, and walked up to the entrance, which was closed, but not locked. I had to pee, and pushed through the door. Once inside, the place appeared to be empty, so I ducked down and saw all the stalls were occupied by at least two pairs of feet, and the last one had three pairs in it. The room was dead silent, like I’d interrupted something.
I stood at the trough, and pulled out my cock, and started to whiz. After a moment, I thought I heard whispering, and then a wet repetitive sound, that I recognized immediately. Somebody was getting blown. My mind instantly went to thoughts about sex, and my dick started to bone up. About that time, I heard one of the stall doors open. From my position at the trough, I couldn’t tell which stall it was, but I glanced over my shoulder as a young guy about twenty almost ran past me and out the door to the lot. After a moment, I heard a car start, and burn rubber leaving the lot.
I shook the last drops off my dick, and put it away. I stepped back from the trough and looked down the length of the stalls, and saw a hand beckoning me from a cracked open stall door. I took a deep breath, and squeezed my cock through my pants, and slowly walked down to the open door. I glanced through the spaces between the doors and jams of the stalls I passed, and saw however briefly, that they all contained men with their pants down in various positions.
When I got to the open stall, and pushed the door open slightly to look in, I found a guy about my age, sitting on the stool jacking a respectable dick, and licking around his mouth with a long tongue That reminded me of Gene Simons’ of Kiss it was so long. He dropped his dick, and motioned for me to come in. I did, and locked the door with the sliding bolt behind me. The guy on the stool wasted no time, and had my pants open and my cock out and down his throat in a jiffy.
This was a first for me at the time. I’d certainly thought about it long and hard, but hadn’t gotten up the nerve to do anything about it before. The cocksucker was good, and soon had me shivering and going all stiff and tiptoed while he blew me. I reached for his head, and started pumping him with my hips, and he started to gag a little, so I pulled out. He stood up suddenly, and turned around to face the back wall of the stall, and used his hands to spread his cheeks. I had never fucked a man or anybody for that matter before, but likewise had given it a lot of thought. Here was a free and clear offer. I rubbed my slick spit wet cock head over his pucker, and once I was centered, I pushed into him to the balls. I latched on tight to his hips with my fists, and started fucking him for all I was worth. When I came, he was still jacking on his dick, but hadn’t blown a load yet, so he moved around me and made me sit down on the stool, and fed me his red and swollen cock. I did my best, but it was my first, and I was a little clumsy. It didn’t seem to matter, because in not time at all, he grabbed my ears, and unloaded several spurts into my mouth. I didn’t think about it but just swallowed.
After he pulled out with his softening dick, he dropped to his knees, and sucked on my limp cock cleaning it of his own ass juices. Needless to say, this got me hard again, but he stood up and pulled up his pants, and left the stall and was out the door into his car in record time. As he pulled away, throwing gravel with his tires, I was still sitting on the stool my pants around my ankles sort of in a daze about what had happened. I noticed a hole in the wall of the stall to the stall on my left, and when I looked down at it, I saw an eye looking back at me. Then a finger came through the hole, and beckoned me closer.
I leaned down, and looked through the hole. There were two men in the other stall, both of whom were older than me by several years. They were both stroking good sized cocks, and were completely naked from the waist down. Their briefs and pants were hanging on the back of the door from a hook. I sat there watching them through the hole, until one of them slipped a note through the hole. I took it and read it in the dim light.
They wanted to know if I’d like to meet them at the home of one of them. I didn’t have a pen to respond, so the one who had passed the note to me slipped his pen through the hole, and I replied I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t too far away. They started getting dressed again, and I stood up and pulled up my pants. I was already sitting in my car when the first one came out and got into a car two over from mine. He waved at me, and held up a finger. Just about then, the second guy came out and walked to the car sitting next to me. My window was down, so he leaned in and offered his hand, and we shook.
“We’re going to my place which is about a mile from here. It’s safe. No close neighbors, and my wife is out of town for the weekend visiting our daughter in New York City. Just follow me. Joe, my friend, already knows where I live. We’ve been fuck buddies for nearly five years now.” He got into his car, and after he’d backed out, I followed him to an older residential district where the houses sat on big lots at least a hundred yards between them. His house had a large circular drive in front, and the three of us parked in tandem.
Mike, the owner of the place, walked back to my car before I got out, and told me not to be nervous. That he and Joe, just liked to find new partners now and then. That this was just about good sex, and I should relax and enjoy myself. I got out, and we three went into the house. Mike asked Joe and I if we wanted anything to drink. Joe asked for a beer, so I said I’d have one as well. Mike told us to go to the den and he’d be back shortly.
Joe led the way to the den, and started pulling his clothes off once we got there. He was maybe forty with a thick mat of grizzled chest hair outlining his two rosy nipples which were erect and hard looking. His balls were large and hanging low under his equally long and thick cock. He was a bit on the heavy side, but not fat.
When he finished folding his clothes over the back of a chair, he stepped over to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. I helped him, and he pulled it off me, and immediately started sucking my nipples. I’d never had this done, and it made my dick go hard instantly it felt so good. About that time, Mike came back with a tray with three beers. He’d already stripped, I supposed in the kitchen, and his big cock was swinging from side to side, already hard above a nice set of balls with a patch of darkening red hair on his pubic area. He was balding and his head hair had gone gray already, but his body was in excellent shape.
He passed the beers around and told me to strip off so they could have a good look at me. I took a swallow and peeled out of my pants. I had on a pair of briefs, and started to leave them on, but Joe set his beer on a coffee table, and stepped up behind me, and pulled them down my legs. He dropped to his knees behind me, and started running his tongue up and down my ass crack. I nearly went off it felt so good. I was bent over, holding my beer bottle, which Mike finally took from me and then sat down flat on the carpet, with his big dick sticking straight up in his lap, and proceeded to suck my stiff cock. I was getting serviced from both ends for the first time in my life, and loving every sensation the guys were giving me.
After several minutes of this, they broke it off, and we all caught our breath while we finished our beers. Mike told me he was a coach at a nearby private school, and that he’d been married most of his adult life but had always considered himself gay. He needed his wife as a beard, but that she knew he preferred men to her, and after their daughter was born, she had let him have his pleasures as long as she didn’t know about it.
Joe on the other hand was never married, and swore he’d never fucked with cunts. He’d been brought out by a superior officer while he was in the Navy stationed in San Diego. His mother, as he referred to his Naval officer, had kept him as a house boy and for his pleasure until his wife had caught them fucking one afternoon in the garage when she came home earlier than expected and used the remote to open the garage door. He laughed at the memory of them bent over the trunk of his officer’s car both naked as the day they were born, and the officer’s big dick buried to the hilt in Joes butt. The outcome of the incident, was Joe had to move into a barracks on base, and his officer had gone through a messy divorce. But Joe said he didn’t care because he was getting more cock than he ever thought possible from his buds in the barracks. It seems hey spent every free weekend hold up in a sleazy cheap motel near the base, just fucking each other for all they were worth.
We got back to business after the beers were finished, and joe went back to rimming my hole, and mike asked me to fuck him in the ass. I did, and after he and I got into it for a while, Joe asked if he could stick me while I was fucking Mike. I’d never been fucked before, but thought in for a penny in for a pound. And pound me he did. We loafed around the rest of the morning, until I remembered my date to go flea marketing, and sadly I had to leave.
We hooked up a few times after that, because either Joe or Mike would call me for a good time. We met at Joe’s place after that, because Mike’s wife was normally home. I used to make a point of hitting the toilet in the park when ever I got horny for cock, and I was never disappointed. I got and gave a lot of blow jobs, and certainly got my share of ass wrapped around my dick, and well as having mine plugged for a good fucking.
I finally got offered a job in New York City, and took it. I don’t think the toilet is still in Genesee park, but I’ll always remember it fondly. It was where I had my first gay sexual experience. New York proved to be more difficult until I discovered the St. Marks Baths. I’ve never been much for hanging out in bars looking for sex, but the baths were another story.
The End
