plik

Parks and Recreation

By Terry O’Reilly

Published by

JMS Books LLC

Visit

jms-books.com

for more information.

Terry O’Reilly

ISBN 978-1-61152-151-1

Cover Photo Credit:

Geotrac

Used under a Standard Royalty-Free License.
Cover Design:

J.M. Snyder

WARNING: This book is not transferable. It is for your

own personal use. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an
infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be
prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced

in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from
the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the
purposes of review.

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains

substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which
may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your
files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and

incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination
and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to
actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Published in the United States of America.

* * * *

Parks and Recreation

By Terry O’Reilly

Tom Clarkson sat on a picnic table in Delph Lake

Municipal Park—ass on the tabletop, feet on the bench seat,
elbows on knees, and chin in his hands. The sun shone on his
brown hair streaked with blond. He wore sunglasses, a black
sleeveless tee, ragged cut-off jeans, and flip-flops. In his ears
were stainless steel, spear point earrings, and he wore a steel
chain necklace. He knew he was handsome to a fault and, if this
were California instead of the Midwest, he would have been
taken for a model or movie star.

Tom wasn’t in the park to work on his dark tan in the

warm late spring sunshine. He was there for a whole other
reason: sex.

Tom checked his watch: 9:55. He raised his head and

looked around—nothing. No cars, no people. He sighed and
leaned back on his hands.

It’s Monday, he thought. Nothing much happens on a

Monday morning. Not this early, anyway. ‘Sides, the message
said Monday at ten. Only five to now.

He’d seen a message on the wall of a stall in the public

restroom when he cruised here last weekend. It was new. And Tom
was always up for new contacts, new bodies to enjoy sexually, new
experiences with new faces. He went back to waiting.

At exactly ten o’clock, a four-door, late model Studebaker

sedan drove into the lot. Tom sat up straight and checked it out.
The front door opened and an elderly man got out.

“Shit,” Tom murmured under his breath. He wasn’t

opposed to sex with older, mature men, but this guy looked like
he might not make it to fall. I ain’t into necrophilia. That was just
a bit too kinky, even for him.

The man looked over to where Tom was sitting and

waved. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Tom waved back and called out, “Yeah, it is.” But he didn’t

get up.

The man opened the back door of his car, and to Tom’s

relief, two small, fluffy dogs leaped out, excitedly jumping on their
master as he tried to retrieve their leashes.

“Easy there, Sarah. Calm down, Sammy. We’re here like

Daddy promised.”

Tom smiled as the man and his ‘kids’ took the path to the

right and disappeared into the trees.

Good, Tom mused. That path goes all around the lake. If

the guy who wrote the message ever gets here, we’ll head that
way. The dogs’ll be long gone by then.

Tom smiled, remembering the time a couple years earlier

when he had been fucking the brains out of some kid and
suddenly felt something wet and cold goose his ass. A big
golden retriever had come up behind him and stuck its nose in
his crack. Scared the hell out of him. Tom and the guy he was
screwing barely got their pants up before a man and woman
rounded the corner and called to the dog. They looked
suspiciously at the two shirtless men standing together in the
small clearing trying to look casual, like they were studying the
flora of the park.

Tom’s thoughts were interrupted when a big Lincoln Town

Car crept into the lot and pulled up right in front of the table on
which he was sitting.

Tom couldn’t see into the car because the sun’s reflection

glinted off the windshield. Nevertheless, his instincts told him this
was the author of the note, so he started his seduction. He leaned
back on the table and raised his head to the sun as if he were just
catching some rays. At the same time he spread his legs so his
ample package was displayed through his tight shorts.

The door opened and a man stepped out. He was tall,

wore sunglasses, and had on a white shirt and dress pants.

Professional guy or business man, Tom thought.
He had coppery red hair streaked with white, was quite

handsome, and looked to be in fair shape—a little bit of a paunch,
but all in all, pretty acceptable. Tom stood and stretched, flexing
his pecs and biceps. The man looked over at him.

Taking his time—walking slowly and sensually—Tom

turned and headed for the path into the trees; the same one the
man with the dogs had taken. When he reached the entrance to
the shaded avenue, he paused and looked over his shoulder.

The man was following.
That’s right, Red, right this way, Tom thought.
Tom didn’t want to get too far ahead, as the park had

many winding trails which branched off the main one. He didn’t
want to take a chance his quarry would get separated from him
and lost in the labyrinth. When he was sure the man was close
enough, he started off again.

With a sureness that came from many excursions along

these trails, Tom headed for an area where he was sure they
could be alone and consummate whatever sexual favors the
man would offer. Tom was getting excited. He could feel his cock
hardening in his tight cut-offs. He took a deep breath,
exhilarating in the sensations of sexual arousal.

Finding the secluded spot he was looking for, Tom turned

and faced the man, who looked around nervously. Ah, a
neophyte, Tom thought.

“Relax,” Tom said. “We’re safe here.” He reached out and

cupped the man’s balls and cock through his pants. The balls were
big, the dick semi-hard. His heavy balls felt good in Tom’s hand.

“You sure?” the man asked, looking at Tom, uncertainty

showing on his face. “I saw another car.”

Tom snickered as he continued to massage the man’s

dick. “If you’re wanting complete privacy, it probably ain’t gonna
happen here. But trust me, we’re not gonna be seen.”

Tom took the man’s hand, placed it on his own hard prick,

and pressed it down. The man shuddered, took a deep breath,
and began to squeeze the stiff organ through the fabric. Tom
reached around and took the man’s ass in his grip. It was firm
and round. Tom pulled him forward and pressed his own
package against that of his would-be sex partner.

“Wait,” the man said, pushing Tom back slightly.
Shit! A Nervous Nellie! Tom thought. “Hey, look, if you

don’t want to—”

“No, I do,” the man said earnestly. “I just can’t get caught.”

“Shit, none of us wanna get caught,” Tom said, snickering

again.

“Don’t you have someplace we could go?” the man

continued, still fondling Tom’s equipment.

Tom thought of his apartment. Aside from the fact it was a

mess and he’d be embarrassed to have anyone see it, he didn’t
want any of his playmates to know where he lived. He kept his
sex life and his other life strictly separate.

“Not really,” Tom replied, getting annoyed and impatient.

He was turned on and wanted to get to the main event. “How
about you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” the man said, holding up his left

hand and wiggling his fingers revealing a wedding band.

“Well, how about a motel?” Tom suggested.
The man considered this, then said, “Okay. But you have

to check us in. I’ll pay.”

Damn right you’ll pay. “Fine,” Tom agreed.
The two turned and retraced their steps up the path.

When they got to the edge of the woods near the parking lot, the
old man with the dogs was just coming out of the trees on the
opposite side. Tom’s trick froze in his tracks.

“Jesus, man! Relax!” Tom said, almost regretting he’d

made contact with the guy. “Just act natural. He’s an old geezer.
He won’t think anything, and even if he does, so what? You ain’t
never gonna see him again.”

“You don’t understand. I’m well-known in this town and—”
“Yeah, yeah, all right. I get it.” Tom sighed. “But if you act

all uptight like you are now he’s sure gonna think something’s
goin’ on.”

Tom and his partner stepped out of the trees.
“Hello,” the old man called, waving, his two little dogs

bounding around panting and barking as Tom and the man
approached. “Did you have a nice hike? Isn’t this a glorious day?
After all that rain we’ve had it’s so nice to finally have some nice
weather.”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Tom said. The man with him nodded.
The old man with the dogs continued to chatter on as he

loaded them into the car. “Enjoy the rest of the day,” he said as he
got in himself, backed out of the parking space and drove away.

“Where’s your car?” the man asked Tom.
“Didn’t bring it. Walked. Don’t live that far from here.”
That was true. He did live only a few blocks from the park,

but the rest of the truth was that he didn’t own a car. He couldn’t
afford one.

The man raised his eyebrows. Tom figured he was

wondering why, if he lived so close, they couldn’t just go to his
place. Tom offered no explanation.

“Well,” the man said, looking around and running his

fingers through his hair. “Get in, I guess.”

Tom opened the door of the luxury vehicle and leaned

back into the plush seat. The man got in on the other side and
closed his door, Tom doing the same on his side.

“Pretty fancy wheels ya got,” Tom commented.
“Yes, it belongs to the bank,” the man replied as he

backed out of the space. “Where to?”

“Turn right and drive up Garden Parkway about two miles.

There’s a Motel Six on Parker Road just off the Parkway.”

The man grimaced.
“What? You want the Hyatt Regency? That’s fine by me.

You’re payin’,” Tom said, laughing.

The man smiled slightly, put the car in gear, and started

off. Tom reached over and put his hand on the man’s thigh. The
man glanced at Tom, then turned back to the road. Tom moved
his hand higher and squeezed the man’s hard cock. The man
gave a little gasp of pleasure.

He’s got a bit of equipment, Tom mused.
In five minutes they were in the motel’s parking lot. Tom

had to walk clear around the building as the man parked as far
away from the office as he could. Tom came back with the key,
stuffing the twenty dollars change into his own pocket from the
money the man had given him.

“We’re in two four six, second level around back,” Tom

told the man.

“You go in,” he said to Tom. “Leave the door ajar so I

don’t have to knock and I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“Okay, suit yourself,” Tom replied. “But no one here’s

gonna even look at us twice. They’re used to all kinds of traffic in
places like these.”

The man just waved Tom off.
Tom went up to the room. He sat on the bed and waited.

Several minutes went by. Just as Tom was thinking the guy had
gotten cold feet and bailed, the door opened and then was
immediately banged shut, the dead bolt put in place and the
security chain latched.

The man turned, leaned against the door and sighed.

“Whew!”

Tom stood. “You ready now?” he asked with an edge of

sarcasm.

“Yes,” the man said. “Sorry, but I just have to be careful.

I’m John, by the way.”

Sure you are, and your last name is Doe, Tom thought.

Guys like this…they never give their real names. “Pleased to meet
you, John,” he replied but, true to form, didn’t offer his own name.

John didn’t seem to notice. He put his hands on Tom’s

shoulders and leaned forward.

“Sorry. I don’t get into the kissin’ thing,” Tom said, putting

his hand on John’s chest and pushing him back a bit.

John looked disappointed. “Well, what do you get into,

then?”

“Just about anything else you want. How about this?”
Tom sat back down on the bed, pulled John toward him,

and unzipped the man’s fly. He reached in and took out what
proved to be a prize well worth all the trouble it had been to get
to. The man’s cock was beer-can thick, about eight inches long,
and, right now, hard and throbbing. The beautiful red head was
issuing a single pearl of pre-cum. Tom licked the droplet from the
tip as he explored further, pulling two very ample balls covered in
soft red hair out through the man’s fly. He began to lick and suck
both the balls and dick. John took hold of his head and moaned
in pleasure.

While Tom sucked and slathered the engorged organ,

John undid his belt and pushed his trousers and boxers to the
floor. Tom reached around and kneaded the firm buttocks,
feeling the soft hair that covered them. He ran his hands up and
down the crack, pushing his fingers inside to find the hole. Tom
rubbed it and John groaned.

“Yeah, baby. That’s the spot. Yeah.”
Tom stood, stripped off his shirt, and dropped his shorts.

He wore no underwear. John undid his shirt and let it fall to the
floor. Tom pulled him into an embrace and the two men ground
their bodies, cocks, and balls against one another. Tom was
careful to keep his head turned away in case there was another
attempt at kissing.. John dropped to his knees and swallowed
Tom’s prick to the base, burying his face in the thick bush of dark
hair. He reached up and tweaked Tom’s hard nipples, running
his hands through the pelt on Tom’s stomach and chest.

Tom felt his balls starting to rise. He had other plans for

his climax.

“Get up,” he commanded.
John obeyed, and Tom had him step out of his pants and

kneel on the bed. He spread John’s ass cheeks and began to
lick the length of the crack between the two mounds of flesh.
John writhed and moaned. Zeroing in on the puckered hole, Tom
inserted his tongue, licking and rimming the sphincter until it
relaxed and began to open. Keeping his tongue near the ring—
licking and biting the firm ass flesh—he inserted a finger. John
moaned his encouragement. Tom inserted a second finger.

“God damn it! Fuck me!” John yelled.
Tom spit on his cock, then on John’s hole. He pressed the

head of his dick against the pucker and pushed. John pushed
back. As Tom’s tool slipped inside, John growled in pain.

Tom started to pull out.
“No, shit, no, fuck me!” John growled again through gritted

teeth.

“Yes, sir.” Tom laughed and rammed his cock all the way

in up to the hilt.

John grunted loudly, then said, “Yeah, oh yeah. Fuck,

man, fuck me hard.”

Tom obliged, grabbing John’s ass with both hands and

pistoning into the man with all his might.

John groaned and roared in pleasure.
After a few minutes Tom pulled out and flipped John on

his back, raising his legs to his shoulders. Grasping John by the
ankles, he slowly reinserted his cock until John’s ginger
shrouded balls were buried in Tom’s thick pubic hair. Tom
wiggled his hips, making his prick move from side to side within
his impaled victim.

“Yeah, that’s it. Oh, man. You’re good,” John moaned

through gritted teeth, eyes closed, head thrashing from side to side.

Tom resumed thrusting in and out. As Tom’s speed and

depth increased, John grabbed his fat cock and began jerking it
with a vengeance. In just a few minutes he began grunting and
panting until, with one long groan, he spewed white creamy cum
all over his auburn-haired chest. John rubbed it around with his
hands and then began to lick his fingers, whimpering and
whining as he did so.

Tom continued to fuck John until he felt his own climax

coming. “In or out?” he asked in a strangled voice.

“Out!” John growled.
Tom pulled out. John sat up and engulfed the turgid organ

with his mouth just as Tom’s spunk exploded.

Tom collapsed next to John on the bed, lying on his back.

John lay on his side next to Tom and ran his hands over his
fucker’s muscular chest.

“Man, you are one hot fuck,” he said and leaned in to try

to kiss Tom once more.

“Told you I wasn’t into that shit,” Tom said, turning his

head away.

“Shit? I’d hardly call a kiss shit,” John said as he

continued to massage Tom’s pecs.

“Well, maybe shit’s the wrong word, but I ain’t into it in any

case.”

“Why?”
“Don’t know. Too intimate, I guess. Fuckin’ and suckin’ is

one thing, but kissin’…well, that’s something else. Means ya got

feeling’s for each other. Two guys shouldn’t have feeling’s for
each other. It’s just sex when two guys are goin’ at it.”

John didn’t push the issue.
They lay there for a few more minutes. Then John said,

“Let’s take a shower. If that’s not too intimate for you?”

“Naw, I can do that,” Tom said with a chuckle.
He got up and pulled John to his feet. John preceded him

to the bathroom.

John turned and asked, “Can I see you again?”
“Sure.”
“How can I contact you? You have a phone?”
“Yeah, but I don’t give out the number.”
John paused. “Well, you can’t call me either.”
“Then just leave some more graffiti on the stall wall in the

park,” Tom said with a laugh as he turned John around, slapped
him on the ass, and steered him to the shower.

* * * *

Parks and Recreation is the first chapter of a longer story.

If you enjoyed reading about Tom’s sexual adventures, look out
for Graffiti which will be published by JMS Books later this year.

THE END

ABOUT TERRY O’REILLY

Terry O’Reilly is a retired school teacher living a quiet life

in the Midwest with his three dogs and his horse. He began
writing several years ago at the urging of a friend and fellow
author. He has books available through several publishers,
including Amber Allure Press, Aspen Mountain Press, eXcessica
Publishing, and JMS Books LLC. Writing has become an
important part of his life, allowing him to explore his own
thoughts, needs, and feelings, as well as learn about other
cultures and eras as he researches his stories.

ABOUT JMS BOOKS LLC

Founded in 2010, JMS Books LLC is owned and operated

by author J.M. Snyder. We publish a variety of genres, including
gay erotic romance, fantasy, young adult, poetry, and nonfiction.
Short stories and novellas are available as e-books and
compiled into single-author print anthologies, while any story
over 30k in length is available in both print and e-book formats.
Visit us at

jms-books.com

for our latest releases and submission

guidelines!