Revisiting Griffith Park

It has more than the observatory…it is a cruisy and gay active pick up place

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By Paco Prado

I made another repeat visit to Griffith Park just before I left Los Angeles. This one proved to be one of the most sensuous, sex fulfilled fantasies I have ever had. Yes, it is the home of the very famous HOLLYWOOD sign up on the hill, crooked letters and all. This is where the Griffith Park Observatory is located…the views of Los Angeles from there are absolutely spectacular and if you are lucky; on a day where there is no smog you could see clear across to the Pacific Ocean.

You also have at the foot of the hills two very important landmarks, The Greek Theater and the Los Angeles Zoo. But one of my favorite places has to be the Fern Dale. Here not only do I get nature and the sound of a babbling creek but it is also a place where there is an endless parade of studs, all looking for action.

The tunnel is one place everyone remembers but it is not anywhere near the cruising areas and you only see it as you pass through it when you are either going or leaving the park.

As I walked past the picnic tables and into the trail that penetrated the brush, it was getting dark and the park is closed after nightfall, so I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone since all the guys would have left by now. There is also the element of danger as the park at night has been known to have many incidents of violence including murders, poor unfortunate queens have been found strangled the next morning.

At my age, I'm in pretty good shape; 6'1", 185 pound of pretty good muscle from lots of working out with weights and running. I have been after all a personal trainer and I own a chain of Health Training centers, therefore I have to look the part as well.

As I trudged down the gravel pathway, I became faintly aware of movements in the shadows. As my eyes became more accustomed to the dim light, I noticed occasional people, some single, some in pairs, some were sitting on the benches under the trees. Several passed me, giving me more than a casual glance and smile. Then I was sure I was in the cruising area for men.

I slowed my pace down just a bit as I assessed the situation. I decided it wouldn't hurt to play the game a bit and see what happened. I walked to the end of the meadow gate, paused and then turned to walk back down the path. I had seen a huge tree about 20 yards off the path and as I got closer, I stepped off the path and quickly walked to the dark shadows created by the tree's thick branches. I dropped my backpack to the ground and leaned against the broad tree trunk, waiting to see what would happen.

A couple of guys slowly walked by, peering at me. Then a single guy walked by, looking in my direction. I'm not sure whether it's the rumored gaydar or even how you can feel like you're on a frequency with another person, but for some reason I followed his silhouette as he glanced in my direction and walked past on into the shadows.

Suddenly, he reappeared, doubling back, but this time walking about 10 feet from me. My eyes followed him as he looked at me. He appeared to be a little smaller than me with lighter hair, slim body, nicely dressed in slacks and shirt. As he came even with me, he smiled, as I returned his smile. Even in the shadows features could be distinguished now. But he kept on slowly walking. It was getting darker by the minute; and then a huge medallion of a full moon appeared in the horizon, providing more than sufficient light to compete with the day.

As I watched, he paused about 20 feet away and seemed to be thinking. He slowly turned and walked toward me again, this time even closer. As he came right up to me, I saw a very good-looking man, slender build with large eyes softly illuminated by the faint remnants of the sunset and the newly inaugurated full moon. He stopped in front of me and slowly raised his hand. My eyes were locked to his as I touched his hand.

This shadowy person then leaned into me, resting his head on my shoulder. Instinctively, I pulled him closer, feeling the warmth of his body and hearing a soft sigh as my hands caressed his back and neck. His hands began exploring my body as he looked up. There was no thought; only a reaction to gently kiss him. His response was equally as gentle as our kiss became more passionate. Our tongues clashed with mine winning its probing demands. I became aware of his body as it melded into the hard muscles of my body.

After several minutes, he broke the embrace and reached down to feel the rock hard 12 inch cock that had been pressing into his stomach. He expertly slid down the zipper and slipped his hand in my jeans, uttering a soft sound of satisfaction at feeling this unusually large cock that had been yearning to be released. I undid the top button giving him full access to all that he wanted.

He seemed to glide down to his knees and slowly pulled down my underwear and jeans. I leaned back, closing my eyes as I felt the incredibly soft hands caressing my cock and balls. I felt the tip of his tongue as it traced the sides of my cock and explored the tight sack holding my balls. Then I felt the heat of his mouth as it covered the cock head, sending shivers up my body. His head began to move slowly, his tongue working madly as he took more cock on each forward thrust. A couple of times he gagged but recovered to continue sucking my cock, I guess it was a matter of him getting used to it because the next time he got my cock all the way past his tonsils and there was no gag reflex. I felt him pull back and heard him gasp deeply for air, once again he returned to plunge the whole throbbing length deep down his throat. I quivered and almost went weak in the knees as the sensation flooded throughout my body.

A few more gasps for breath and practice attempts, and he was deep-throating me once more; crushing his nose into my pubes. Each time he pushed his head down on my cock, I could feel his throat muscles convulsing to cause a sensation that felt like a thousand fingers massaging my centre of pleasure. This dude was using the same technique I use to gargle on somebody’s cock head and he had it all down to a science.

It didn't take long for this action to begin to trigger the all-too familiar feeling that signals a massive climax. I tried to signal by moaning softly and tensing up to let him know that I was getting ready to cum, but he continued his deep thrusts. “oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, oh, shit, oh, I’m cumming” I wanted to let him know in case he didn’t want to receive my man juice inside his mouth, but he didn’t stop, on the contrary, he even increased the pace as he hungrily sought to drain me of all my manliness.As I felt the first muscular ejaculation fire from that steel hard cock, he rammed his head forward, driving my cock all the way down his throat, directing stream after stream of hot cum straight down into his stomach. Somehow, he had prepared for this and was holding his breath as I fucked his throat like a hot, wet velvet hole.

And then it was over. As I was quivering with the last remnants of the pulsations; they were involuntary spasms that he would enjoy because he knew then that he had accomplished what he wanted: to please me sexually and precipitate a release, and the incredible feelings, I felt him pull his head off my cock and gasp for air. After a couple of deep breaths to replenish his air then he sucked my softening cock back into his mouth. I felt his tongue tracing the underside, milking out the last drops of the most unbelievable load of cum I think I have ever had and I am famous for my abundant ejaculations.

He slowly stood up with my help as I placed my hands under his armpits to lift him and he looked into my eyes. Then, very gently, he kissed me, not with passion but with a gentleness that I'll always remember. He stepped back and touched my face with his hand and smiled. It was a sweet, if only a fleeting moment of love exchanged. We both hurried out to our cars before we could get arrested by the cops who would take anyone found in the park after dark. I glanced at the now fully lit Los Angeles skyline, it was a beautiful view as it was one of those clear days without smog, rare for LA.