Jon and the big blue pickup

When I retired and moved to the endless northeastern Colorado high plains, I knew that my access to casual sex would be practically nil but Denver was close enough that I could drive up for the weekend and fully indulge myself.  That would calm my libido for a while and then I would repeat the process as needed.  It worked out pretty well.

I have a lovely standard Schnauzer who insists he have both his morning and evening walk.  On one of these walks we encountered a HUGE grey long haired cat.  My dog was used to seeing cats scurry to safety when he barked at them but this time that didn't happen.  Instead the cat turned to face my dog and practically said aloud; come on you twat, get a little closer and I'll rip your face off!  my dog was humiliated but I found it very funny.  Then I heard a laugh and looked up to see a gawky kid (turns out he was 14) with a mouth full of braces, a forehead full of zits and a pair of horned rim glasses sitting on his front porch.

"Don't worry," he said.  "he is exactly why cats are called pussys.  If your dog actually started after him, he would run like hell".  We both chuckled but my dog did not see any humour in it.  I would see the kid occassionaly mowing the lawn or watering flower beds but a nod or a quick hi was about it.   Then I started noticing he wasn't around any more. Turns out he was in a private prep school and then in college.  So, out of sight, out of mind.

One gorgeous spring morning I noticed a pickup in his family driveway.  But this was not any ordinary pickup.  It was a big butch electric blue Dodge Ram pickup and not the sort of pickup people normally drove in that small town.  As I stood admiring it, the front door flew open and out came an exceptional young guy.  Dark hair, blue eyes, very trim physique encased in snug blue jeans and white t shirt.  When he saw me, a big wide grin full of snowy teeth lit up his face.

"Hey, how are you?  Still taking you hound out for his daily, I see."  

I just stared.  Then it dawned on me.  This was the total little dweeb from some four years ago.  Talk about your ugly duckling turning into a spectacular swan!  Here was the living proof walking toward me and flashing a smile that lit his whole face up.

  By now he was at the door of the pickup.  "Well, I gotta get moving.  Don't want to be late first day on my summer job!"  His eyes lingered just a bit too long.  "Hope to see you around!"  Then he was starting that big bitch diesel engine, backing out and disappearing up the street.

I was amazed at this kids transformation and I was intrigued by that slightly lingering look he had given me.  But even if he was now legal; even if he was showing interest; nothing was happening in that nosy little town.  And that 20 year age difference didn't help either.  So I sort of chalked it up as something to use as a masturbation assist and gave a big sigh.  But my God he was beutiful!  And the crotch of those blue jeans was really holding a lot of something the way it bulged

A couple weeks later, a friend emailed me that he had been browsing gay web sites and had run across one saying if you are traveling through NE colorado and feel the need for a quicky, stop at the city park of my little town, park near the restrooms, and chances are you will get a jb or even a fuck.  That really blew my mind.  I decided to check it out and sure enough, there were a couple cars parked there.  I had just returned from a weekend of complete debauchery in Denver so I felt no need to check it out further right then but I was definitely going to keep an eye on the place!

A week or so later I was feeling a little horny and decided to go check out our little towns family park.  Did men really shoot cum and fuck ass in that completely wholesome place?

Part two will illuminate!