Park-Night

“Any luck?” I asked Harry as I passed him winding through the dark thicket along this overgrown trail which served as the park cruising spot. Harry had been a centrefold for a European jock/twink mag back in ’99. He was absolutely gorgeous.  A real twunk at 18 back then. Beautiful body, think cock and fine bubble butt. You wouldn’t think to look at him now. All his boyish good looks had long gone. Too many late nights, booze, and clubbing over the years. No more than myself of course.

He stood, entombed in the shadow of the hedge, jeans half way down exposing his cock and ass. I noticed the studded leather band around his balls. Is that meant to be sexy? Didn’t make him any more appealing. But no matter. We were mates anyhow and had long ago ceased to fancy each other. We shagged now and again when there was nothing better on offer. This Friday night down the park was usually ripe with some young talent though.

“Nah” said Harry  “there were one or two lads earlier. Well fit. But they weren’t biting”

“we’re not hot shit anymore pal” I laughed

“yeh, I know” replied Harry  “the lads don’t want saggy arses like ours”. He chuckled.

I lit a cigarette and passed one to Harry, stepping in beside him out of the cold night air. I playfully smacked his middle aged butt cheeks. “well, we were great back in the day mate” we both laughed.

As we were smoking, reminiscing and occasionally groping each other, if only to keep warm, he passed; a young Adonis, a boy of serious beauty. He was about 20, blonde with close cropped hair, pale flawless complexion, slender, fit, with a magnificent ass revealed through his trakkies. Both Harry and I froze. The lad had clocked us. He turned -

"you want some of this?" he pulled down his jocks and flashed a semi-hard dong at us " you better beg me for it. Go on. Get Down and beg you dirty old farts."

Harry and I exchanged a furtive glance. We quickly found our places doggy style on the damp leaves, our jeans around our ankles, arses to the night air. He came nearer, jangling his fine lad package. So near I could smell the musky jock odour. So Tempting.

He pulled it away and went round to our rear.

"Yep. As I thought. Saggy arsed old fags. You guys are so desperate." He smacked my ass-cheeks. I was almost dripping with pre-cum at this stage.This humiliation! He came back around.

"I'm almost pitying you here dudes" he said "if you really want to geta whiff of this fresh ass  I suppose I'll be generous. Got any cash?"

No way. That was an indignity too great for either of us. Middle-aged we might be, but surely we weren’t at that stage of desperation yet! I told him so. We were just about to get up.  

“Alright, fine. I suppose we have to look after the old folks” cackled the lad as he flashed his boyish grin at us. “stay right there”

Me and Harry get on our knees, side by side. Who will he grace first with his favour? We steadily work our tools in anticipation. I let one arm caress Harry’s arse, teasing his manhole with my fingers. Harry in turn, gently cups my ballsack and kneads it. The lad turns and pulls down his trakkies. He eases his fine white, pert ass towards Harry’s waiting tongue. Lucky guy.

The lad firmly squats as Harry goes to work on that tasty hole. I shuffle on my knees around the front to take the lad's schlong. My Tongue bathes his shaft and sack before I get my lips around the savoury bulb of his head. Bliss! Occasionally as we're busily engaged, me and Harry trade knowing glances between the boy’s  immaculate slender legs. We're aware of our luck. A young twink this fit, this fine and this willing is rare for an evenings cruise. Certainly rare when we have him all to ourselves. We relish his taste.

He moans his appreciation. He directs me with his strong young arms to turn around. I obey, and get on all fours, offering my 44 year old ass to him. He slaps it. I groan ingratitude. He's the master now. I work between my legs as this fit lad towers over me from behind, my old pal Harry gorging himself on that sweet hole.

The lad straddles me, exploring my hole with two fingers of one hand while with the other delivering blissfully stinging slaps to my quivering cheeks. We work away with increasing intensity, moaning, grunting ever more unrestrainedly. At last Oh fuck man! I shoot my load on the damp leaves. I hear Harry similarly gasping in ecstasy behind. Then the our boy dispenses his hot rain over my mature twitching ass. We all sigh in unison.