Fucking his Ass at a Local Monument

I had met this young guy off Grindr or Scruff, or BBRTs, or Adam4Adam or Dudesnude, definitely one of those because I don’t use online profiles (much). 

Anyway, we had been fucking around for awhile, usually with me as the bottom. He once showed up at my place with a bag full of toys and used pretty much every one of them on me. I get hard thinking about the anal beads he shoved in and pulled out one-by-one. I was in heaven.

But that is not what this story is about.

It had been a really hot summer and my house was across the street from a notoriously cruisy park. Well, the websites about gay cruising all said it was a hot-spot but in all the times I had gone, the paths were well-trodden but I never once got any action.

So my friend and I are chatting one night and I suggested we meet in the park for a little fun. He begged to be fucked and I said, “Sure, just be pre-lubed and wear a jock strap underneath your shorts.”

He wasn’t sure where to go in the park so I suggested we meet at this old monument on the edge of the trees. Its an old clock tower or something but it has four secluded alcoves all the way around and I thought it would be perfect for a late night rendezvous.

Often nearby to the tower in the summer evenings there are these people that twirl fire batons or something. Not sure what exactly they do, but this particular evening there were more than a dozen of them out on the grass listening to some funky tribal music and twirling these flaming batons. To each his own.

They were quite a ways away but you knew they were there because of the banter and the music, if anything though, it provided a nice bit of cover.

My friend approached and sent me a text, “Where are you? Its so fucking dark.”

“South side of the clock tower,” I replied, “Can’t miss me, dick out, ready for your throat.”

I flashed my phone so he could see where I was and as he approached he got a huge smile on his face when he saw that my dick was already rock hard and I was stroking away.

Being the good boy he was, he got down on his knees and grabbed hold of the base of my dick and started to suck like no tomorrow.

Although this guy usually worked my ass over, he was also a very talented cock sucker and with the downward curve of my 8.5”, he would go balls deep and loved it when I was dominant and skull-fucked him until he practically was throwing up on my dick.

We were both poppering up with the music blaring in the background aware that at any minute, one of the baton twirling hippies might happen to walk past but, he kept choking away, licking my balls and moaning and groaning as he went to town on my bone.

He must have deepthroated me for a good 20 minutes and then it was time to fuck his tight little ass so I stood him up, turned him around and pulled him close to my body.

The whole time I had been leaning against the wall of the clocktower in one of the alcoves and I stayed right where I was as we kissed with his head turned around while I undid his cargo shorts.

Down came his shorts to reveal a nice sexy little leather jock strap and his cute little butt. 

I knew he wouldn’t disappoint.

I fingered his hole while we continued to make out and again, no disappointment, he was lubed and ready.

Because he had been slobbering all over my cock for the last 20 minutes, I didn’t even need to add extra lube to his hole, so I grabbed the shaft of my cock without hardly releasing my hug on him and I slowly poked into his ass from behind.

He raised his arms above his head and arched his back and let out the loudest “fuuuccckkkk yesssss,” which had it not been for the tribal music thumping away across the green I probably would have been concerned.

He poppered up constantly (so did I) and kept backing up onto my cock to get it as deep as he could. We pretty much stayed in this position the whole time but for a few minutes here and there I mounted him from behind while he was on all fours or pushed him against the wall of the alcove and bred his tight little butt.

I was a little concerned at one point because he straddled me used the wall of the alcove as a brace and then with me facing backward with no support, he started to ride me but I nearly fell over and thought, “great, can you imagine when the police or ambulance come along to find us with cracked noggins and we have to explain.”

Fortunately, I didn’t have the strength to keep that position for long so we went back to him backing down onto my cock and after awhile I was getting close which made him buck his hips even more.

I felt like a suction cup dildo in someone’s shower as he bounced back and forth on my dick but before too long I was close to cumming so I grabbed his hips tight, bottomed out inside his ass and shot a load deep into his well fucked hole.

I held him tight for a long while and we kissed and made out as my dick softened inside him.

Eventually we said our goodnights and went our separate ways. I had to conceal the front of my shorts a little because I had gone commando but the front of my shorts were soaking wet with lube, spit and his ass juice. As I walked down the sidewalk home, I kind of thought that people would assume I was a drunk and had pissed myself.

Speaking of drunk, this relates to this guy, but a week or so later he texts me and it was another hot night. I had been drinking at home and so when he says he wants a repeat performance at the monument I eagerly agreed. Unfortunately, I had had a bit too much to drink and passed out leaving the poor guy at the monument texting me like crazy wondering where the fuck I was for the better part of an hour.

I honestly felt bad and confessed my sins which he seemed to forgive me for because in subsequent nights together he has ridden my dick, swallowed my cum, used toys on my ass and reciprocated by dumping loads of his jizz into my ass.

To this day though, we still joke about "that monument."