New York, New York

New York sure has changed a lot. Times Square’s been sanitized. Central Park’s become less active. But, I still have my memories of all the hot men and equally hot sex I had there in the past.

Here are a few of my stories.

Central Park has an area called The Rambles. It is a forested area of the park near the Belvedere Castle and adjoining the Shakespeare Theater. It is north of the Lake and just a walk from Central Park West and the 70s streets. The Ramble was dangerous, but I am tall and reasonably built so I never encountered any rough stuff.

Although this was many years ago, there is a series of guys whom I can never forget from the park. A muscular trucker who bottomed one night lying in the woods scented with October. A teenager, a blond beauty who met me in the West Side YMCA tearoom who led me to the east side of the park, up a hill under the trees above the traffic, and rimmed and sucked me. There were fantastic guys like a junior exec who took me to his pad in the East 70s and made me sit on his face before I shoved my cock into his gorgeous butt.

I took big risks cruising Central Park. Once a cop spotted me and called me over. He bawled me out for being in the park that late at night. I stood silent and took his verbal abuse. He was shorter than me with a sleek build, black hair and blue eyes. He was a stud. I got a vibe while looking at him that he would do it with me. I suddenly bent over and kissed him on the lips. He froze but did not pull away. I got in his patrol car and we drove to a more secluded area. We stripped and lay down on the grass. I felt his hot tongue in my mouth and shoved mine deep down his throat. He moaned as I squeezed his ass and then fingered his hot hole.

“Take me,” he said in my ear.

I rolled him over, spit on my cock and spread his beautiful ass.

“First time,” he whispered.

“I’ll be easy,” I said as I slid my cock in slowly.

He gasped, “It hurts. It hurts.”

I gripped him and kissed him hard. “I will try not to hurt you.”

He sighed. “I want that big cock bad, but easy does it.”

I fucked him as gently as my raging, blood-engorged meat would let me. It was heaven. That beautiful body bucked as I rode him. He relaxed more and more until he finally got the rhythm and I could fuck him deeper and harder. We became one animal and soon I shot a load that would have drowned a beehive.

Another time in the park I met a cool guy who got on his knees and took my cock down his throat. When we spotted mounted police coming up the road, we escaped into the woods.

Once hidden he said: “I have to finish this but need to split now. Where are you staying?”

I had a room for a few weeks at the Times Square Hotel on 43rd and Eighth. It was the kind of place that saw many guys looking for anything: hustlers, sailors, Marines, truckers, college guys, whatever.

That afternoon I returned to the hotel, which did not have air conditioning. I went into the boiling restroom on the 8th floor. Soon someone came in and sat in the booth next to me. Before long his hand came under the divider and he grabbed my throbbing cock. That was it. He let out a big breath and soon he was on his knees in front of me. He was beautiful and I could not believe my dumb luck. He was tanned, blond and not overly muscular. He wore a gold cross on a golden chain. He was classy. Said his name was Troy. I signaled him to follow me.

In my room we wasted no time and were in each other’s arms within seconds. He went down on me and soon I had my hands on his tight ass. Every inch of him was muscle. I’d try to put him on his belly, but he’d get up and suck my cock again. Three times.

In the middle of all this there was a knock at the door. I remembered the guy from the park. I didn’t want to share Troy so I didn’t answer. The poor guy eventually left. Troy blew me again, saying, “Can’t get enough of it.” I played with his big piece. It was night before we finished. I never saw him again, but I can’t forget the intensity of those hours.

A good hookup place outside of the park was on 42nd Street called the Victory. I’d go there to try to find guys looking for sex. One night I was up in the second balcony where the action was always good. I saw this guy next to me and wasted no time feeling his ass. He quivered. He went down on me a little but was uncomfortable because there were too many people around. He took me to his hotel. He wanted my cock badly. I rammed his ass hard after I had him rim me a bit.

While in New York I also managed to find guys on the subways. Once I was in a very crowded train and crushed against the other passengers. I was almost on top of this terrific looking, young Latino guy next to me. I reached down and started to handle his cock. He let out a deep sigh and the look in his eyes drove me wild. We went to my place and he stayed with me for three days. After he left, it was back prowling my New York City sex haunts for more.

Hank

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