The Old Park
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
A new one today guys—Enjoy
I hadn’t realized how expensive LA was when I moved there to pursue my career in film composing. The cost of living back home in Plainfield, Outside Indianapolis, was dirt cheap compared to what I found in Los Angeles. Needless to say, if I was going to give myself a chance, I’d have to conserve my savings every way I could.
The first thing I cut out was rent. I answered an ad for a house sitter. No money, but the bicoastal actor who hired me was seldom in his Laurel Canyon home, and had been burglarized more than once, hence my new job in exchange for rent. He let me have the guest house at the rear of the property, which backed up on a wild patch of scrub oak and sage. The actor told me it was an old park no one used much anymore, because of the rattlesnake population. He also told me to watch my step, because the snakes liked to come out of the underbrush and sun on the flagstone walk around the guest house.
The second thing I cut out, was the gay bars. After my first visit damaged my pocket to the tune of thirty-six bucks, I decided I’d have to find partners in cheaper venues. I had tried a couple of coffee shops in West Hollywood, but got little attention and no results. By my third week in la la land, I was so horny I was crawling up the walls. I hadn’t landed a scoring project I wanted and was feeling a little sorry for myself. After working all afternoon on a piece of music, I decided I needed a break, and thought I’d go exploring the park.
Behind the guest house, there was a decaying wooden fence with a sagging gate. I pushed it open, and saw that although it was overgrown and hard to see clearly, there was a path of sorts. Mindful of the warning about snakes, I made my way along the dim path, and climbed up a slope higher into the park. After a few minutes, I noticed another dim path joining the one I was traversing. The new path, was a bit more well traveled, but still didn’t look maintained at all. I turned left on it and continued around the hill. A few yards further on, the new path intersected another going up again. I took it, since it looked more used than either of the two I’d taken so far. Dogs, I thought or coyotes maybe. You could hear them yipping occasionally at night.
Now, watching for snakes and coyotes as I went, I almost stumbled onto a guy standing at another cross trail under a low fan of drooping palm leaves. He startled me, and I must have jumped a foot in the air. He just tipped his finger to his eyebrow, and turned and walked away from me along the new trail. I watched him go, and calmed my breathing wondering what he was doing up there in the park by himself. The thought crossed my mind that he might be casing the houses that backed up onto the abandoned park.
He stopped a few yards up the trail, and turned to look at me. He was almost my mirror image, twenty-six or so, blond, well built, but he had a very good tan. Mine was still developing. He smiled down at me, and then turned slowly and seemed to vanish into another drooping palm tree. For some reason, my dick reacted. I’d never hooked up out in nature before, but was that what his smile had implied? Throwing caution to the wind, I made my way up the path toward the palm tree he had vanished into.
Once there, I saw the path continued around the shoulder of the hill. He was standing a bit further on in front of another droopy palm. He raised a hand and motioned me to follow, then turned and pushed beneath the obscuring palm leaves. I swallowed hard, and gripped my hard dick through my Dockers, and followed. When I pushed through the drooping leaves, I entered a world of semi dark where he was standing rubbing his crotch, which appeared in the dim light to have a substantial bulge growing.
I stepped up beside him, and he took my hand and put it on his hardening cock. I felt myself flush with heat. He reached for my hard cock, and we stood there squeezing and rubbing each other for a long moment. Finally, he dropped to his knees, and began to work on my belt. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. He dragged my Dockers down around my knees and began to mouth my hardness through my cotton briefs. He hadn’t yet spoken a word to me, nor I to him. I shuddered when he slipped my briefs over my swollen cock, and sucked my shaft down his throat.
I hadn’t had a blow job in ages, and he was good at it. For a minute, I let him do the work, but with rising emotions, I finally grabbed his head tight in my hands, and began to fuck his face. He seemed to like my seven inches choking him all the way to the pubes, and began to rock his head on my shaft as I thrust into his face again and again. I was so fucking horny, I wanted this to last, so when I felt myself rising to the occasion, I quickly pulled out of his throat, and stepped back. I was breathing hard, and it took a moment to catch my breath. He leaned back on his heels, and looked up at me and I noticed for the first time his deep blue eyes. The guy was a knockout.
After a minute, I reached down and lifted him up by his arm pits, which felt damp to my touch. He rose in one fluid motion to stand before me. I looked into his eyes, and began to work on his belt. As it opened, I dropped down to my knees, and pulled his pants down as I went. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so I found myself looking and a beautiful uncircumcised cock leaking a stream of precum. He must have been enjoying his attention to my dick as much as I was intent on enjoying his.
I swallowed him whole I was so hungry for cock. He moaned and humped himself into my throat. His arms went around my head, and he hugged me tightly to his pubes, until I started to gag. He let me go, and I pulled off, with watering eyes, but went right back down on him. This time, he let me do my thing for several minutes, but before he came, he pulled me up, and we switched places. He was as hot for my cock as I was for his, and his suck job soon had me standing on tiptoe and feeding him a flood of pent up cum. He swallowed and swallowed, and once he had it all, he let my softening dick slide from his mouth, and stood up again. I was still shaking from the climax, but didn’t want him to think I didn’t appreciate what he’d done for me, and when he started to pull up his pants, I stopped him by taking a grip on his still hard shaft.
I smiled at him, and dropped back onto my knees, and swallowed him again. He took my head in his hands, and began to rock it slowly back and forth and up and down on his beautiful cock. I let him use my head like he wanted, and after a while, his breathing got harsher, and he began to moan quietly. After a couple more revolutions of my tongue on his shaft, he quivered, and his cock pulsed and he unloaded six strong shots of semen into my head. After a moment, he pushed me off, and I could see he was one of those guys who got extra sensitive after he came. I wanted to clean him off, but he pushed me away. I stood up, and he pulled his pants up, and watched me do the same. When we were both presentable again, he raised his finger to his eyebrow, and stepped through the drooping leaves. I took a deep breath, and followed him, but by the time I was standing in the bright sunlight trying to adjust my eyes to the glare, he’d vanished.
We hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but it had been a memorable meeting for me, and I hoped it was the same for him. I turned and retraced my steps the way I’d come, and was soon pushing through the sagging gate into the yard behind the guest house. When I reached the door, I stopped. There on an old rusting nail used sometime in the past to hang a Christmas wreath on, was a fluttering note. I pulled it off, and saw it was a telephone number, and nothing else. I slipped it into my shirt pocket, and went on into the house. I sat in the big comfortable leather chair, and laid my had over my limp cock. I smiled to myself, and closed my eyes, and revisited the incident.
If nothing else, Hollywood was going to be fun, thanks to the old park whose secret I’d just learned. No doubt there were snakes, and possibly coyotes, but there was another kind of wild life I didn’t mind meeting up with at all. I fished the note out of my pocket, and looked at the number. Man, I thought, I need to call him and invite him over. I reached for the phone, and dialed.
“Yeah, there’s snakes alright, but if you don’t bother them, they don’t bother you.” His blue eyes smiled at me as we sat by the actor’s pool drinking beer. “Coyotes too, but mostly you never see them.”
His name was Greg, and he lived around the block from the actor. He knew about the robberies of the actor’s house, and knew also that I’d taken up residence to keep an eye out. He lived with his two brothers in a house his parents had left the three of them. He was the only one of the three who preferred men, and he often was told to get lost for a while when one or the other of his brothers had picked up a chick. He often went walking in the abandoned park, and occasionally, he hooked up with a guy there who knew what the trails through the undergrowth were used for.
“Next time one of your brothers kicks you out, you can come here. I’m usually home, so you don’t even have to call first. In case I’m out, there’s a key under the mat, and help yourself to the beer.” His smile was charming, and I really liked the bit of personality I knew so far.
“Thanks Jerry. I really appreciate the offer. Sometimes standing out there in the park can be tiresome especially if no one is around.”
We talked into the early evening, and when my stomach started to growl, he asked me if I wanted to go get Chinese. It sounded good, and we walked around by the street to his house, and got into his little Japanese sports car. I told him I was on a tight budget until I found a scoring job, so I didn’t need to be spending a lot of my savings on a meal. He chuckled, and agreed. We drove toward downtown LA along Sunset Boulevard, and he pulled into a small strip mall and parked.
The place was called Point Dume, and offered pretty good Chinese for an all you can eat price. We laughed a lot during the meal, and once it was over, he let me pay my share but insisted that he leave the tip. After we got back to the Actor’s house, I invited him in, but he said he had to go to work. It was getting to be about seven, and I was curious.
“I play in a piano bar and do a little singing. Want to come hear me sometime?”
“You bet.”
“We’ll make a date.” He gunned the engine, and pulled a u-turn in the street, and drove away. I made my way back to the guest house, listening to crickets in the grass, and a distant yip, yip, yip, of a coyote in the hills. I slept like a baby that night, and dreamed of Greg several times.
The End
