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By Raw Recruit 2000

This is in response to the request for this story... It's all quite true, as our moderator can attest, he having lived the same experiences in the same era. In fact, I often encountered him “in flagrante delicto”, and he me, in various venues around town.

So..., I had seen this man, a lean, tight, vaguely Tom Selleck-like mustachioed handsome clone, but with hair more like that of the great porn star, Bob Blount, in the neighborhood many times, tight jeans with an almost worn-through crotch barely containing his muscled thighs, heavy dark auburn mustache and thick auburn hair with golden highlights which was parted slighlty off-center and long enough to brush down past his denim collar. Dark aviator shades hid his eyes, but you could always tell what he was thinking by the way he curled his sexy lower lip in a knowing smirk. It was almost impossible for me to look away from his crotch, and my young teen bone let him know exactly how I felt.

I started to follow him around the neighborhood whenever I could get away from my family. He knew it and would saunter so I would not lose him, until he strolled to the park and cut into the bushes, always looking back and giving me a wink or a subtle nod of his head before breaking through the branches of the old hedge just inside the low stone park wall. Our parents had warned us to NEVER go into the overgrown areas of the park - the unstated reasons why just adding to the sense of danger, making us kids curious but very afraid, a not unreasonable state of things for 1970's NYC. As the school year ended, and the days lengthened, we could hang out with our friends later and later each day in front of our apartment buildings. I would often make my excuses to the guys and take off whenever I caught a glimpse of the "Crotch," as I began to term him in my mind. After two weeks of this, stalking my male fantasy in the early summer heat and humidity, watching him disappear into a bar or the park, I was so crazy horny, I was beating off ten times a day.

I couldn't keep this up; I had to see him up close and I knew the place would be in the park, in what I later learned was Central Park's notorious Rambles, a Mecca for homosexual men also from the day Central Park first opened. I pulled my courage together and, the next Friday evening, when my parents were out at a Broadway show, I slipped out of the apartment and walked to the museum across from the park wall, waiting for my guy to hopefully saunter by. I had a confused plan in mind, but one solid move I had made was to leave home without underwear. I wore canvas sneakers with no socks, short denim cut-off shorts and a tennis shirt with tails, so I could hide my boner; I looked like a young piece of ripe fruit, ready to be plucked. While I waited, I saw many men enter the park through the gap in the bushes; evidently Friday night was the busy night and all different kinds of guys were going in, scary (to me) black dudes and rough-looking Puerto Ricans, much older teens, mature executive types who I usually saw in the neighborhood wearing suits and ties, but tonight had on just T-shirts and jeans, and even some guys in leather jackets, caps and jeans - which I didn't understand because it was so hot out. I still wasn't quite sure what I would discover, but I knew I had to find out what went on in that park.

After waiting till the sun was almost completely down, the "Crotch" still hadn't shown, but by this time, I was so horny, and so consumed by curiosity, I just had to enter the park. I crossed from the granite bulk of the Museum of Natural History and made my way to the entrance to the bushes right off the park's transverse road, were I had seen even more men enter than through the gap in the bushes a little further down. Immediately upon entering, twilight became black as night, the overgrown and untended park trees and shrubs towering above me, blocking almost all illumination from the street lights and park lampposts, which, in this era, were often out and went unattended for weeks at a stretch. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly crept forward. As my eyes incrementally adjusted, I saw that the bushes in this area really formed one giant maze, with men popping in and out all along the more beaten path that cut straight ahead into the heart of the park. The fact that so many men were there helped me to relax, even if the attention I was attracting made me a bit self conscious; I had yet to realize what a hot commodity my extreme youth and look of fresh innocence (which was genuine at the time) was to all the men ogling me. I decided to leave the main path and plunge into the "Maze", seeing solitary figures or couples leaning against trees as I went. I finally broke through the tight confines of one overgrown path, whereupon I came into an open area, a sort of beaten earth arena surrounded by trees and shrubs. I had little time to consider how secluded this area was though as my eyes bugged out at what they saw - men in various stages of undress, from open flies to completely naked except for sneakers or boots, having sex! Not just sex either, but orgiastic group couplings, with all the different types of men rutting together, college types, dads, bears, leathermen, blacks, whites and varying shades of brown all doing it, and doing things I had never even dreamt of, licking asses, double-fucking, spanking and even one man running his hand into the butt of a boy who seemed to love it! I was frozen to the spot, amazed, excited and confused all at once.

It was almost too much, and when I felt a hand caress my ass, I jerked away in panic. I quickly pushed through the bushes blindly and found myself out on a bridle path - and saw that men were using it as a highway to move from place to place along the deep wall of greenery that rose uphill as it extended from the horse path up to the park wall. As I got my bearings from the sight of the apartment towers looming over the treetops, I saw him, the "Crotch." I should say that he saw me first, as he was lounging against a large, vine-draped rock, looking directly at me and smiling a wide, sexy smile, his auburn “stache”, a bar of dark in the gloom, setting off his white teeth as if they had just fallen out of a Pepsodent commercial. He wore his usual denim and cowboy boots, with the shirt tucked in but completely unbuttoned down the front to the top of his large belt buckle, showing a fan of hair high on his pecs, which narrowed as it trailed to a single line that ran down over his lean belly, past the top of his buckle and into his jeans, a button or two of the fly already popped, the fly gaping open slightly, showing a flash of what I later found to be a worn jock strap. Even in the low light, his worn crotch loomed out at me, the faded denim seeming to glow in the moonlight that was now adding a bit more illumination as the minutes ticked by.

I was awe-stricken and almost rooted to the spot, but when my fantasy strolled to the tree line and nodded to me, his right hand running slowly and lightly over the mound between his thighs, I quickly scooted over and followed him into the bushes. Again, once past the outer wall of leaves, it was pitch black, but the man I had lusted after for almost half a year was right there, guiding me by the shoulder as we moved further up the hill and away from the bridle trail. I could barely catch my breath as we walked and I stumbled occasionally over tree roots, but before I could feel like a fool, my man would be right beside me to get me upright and gently moving forward again. We finally came to a very small clearing; a few men loitered nearby but as the "Crotch" spoke softly to them, they looked at me, nodded and moved away, leaving us in sole possession of the area.

As the "Crotch" (his name was Patrick, as I was to learn later, though he loved my nickname for him and would go on to use it himself often) came up to me, I started to tremble slightly as I realized that while I wanted him desperately, I had no real idea on how to proceed, being a virgin except for some schoolboy circle jerks and sessions of "you show me yours and I'll show you mine." I needn't have worried though; Crotch knew enough for a whole troop of virgins. He gently wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my nose with his, the mustache lightly grazing my upper lip and cheeks. I sighed and fell into his arms, grabbing him tightly as I mashed my mouth against his, eliciting a deep-throated chuckle from him.

His groin rubbed mine as my cock quickly worked its way out by itself from under the edge of my shorts into the open air. After a few more minutes of kissing, he gently used his tongue on my lips until I allowed the tip into my open mouth, he then stepped back, and squatted in front of me. He ran his fingers up under my shorts, carefully fishing out my ball sac as he again used his mustache to excite me; this time by dragging it slowly up and down my hard cock as he lapped my nuts, and slowly sucked first one, then the other ball into his furnace-like mouth.

I was trembling with excitement and so, when he craned his neck up to take the tip of my hard dick into his mouth, I couldn't hold back and shot a huge wad into his mouth. His head jerked back in surprise but he stayed with my cock and even plunged further down onto it as I moaned low with the incredible sensation.

As soon as my cumming was over, I was flushed with embarrassment, though my cock stayed stone hard. I fumbled an apology about shooting off in his mouth but he hushed me as he chuckled again. He got up and held me tight, telling me that it had been exactly what he had wanted and that he had been so flattered by my attentions all these months, he was glad he could give me this tangible proof of his mutual interest in me. He asked how much time I had and when I told him hours, since my parents were at a play, he suggested we take our time, get completely naked and continue to explore each others bodies.

He was strong but gentle, never forcing me to do anything but showing me what to do and making me feel so good that I wanted to give him the same pleasure. Four hours later, we were completely sated and not once had anyone intruded on our love making.

Later, as we continued to meet and time passed, I would learn that Crotch was actually an undercover cop, specifically posted to the Ramble to protect men from bashings and muggings, which, of course explained how we often got to enjoy times together uninterrupted by other men. Under his tutelage, and as my sexual skills sharpened, Crotch slowly introduced me to rimming, fucking, three-ways, group scenes, glory-holes and tea-room sex (in the nearby subway stop), poppers (incredible), inter-racial sex and even sex with other cops; uniformed men who sat all night in patrol cars in the Rambles and who appreciated a good blow job or sucking the sweet cum out of a horny teen as we all talked dirty.

In fact, Crotch taught me all about sex and filthy talk, a gift I will always treasure, (black dudes went particularly wild when they heard the filth that fell from my innocent-looking face) though he said I was a "natural" at it and that it was a relatively rare and hot commodity in a gay man. In fact, Crotch was the first man to tell me I was "gay", the first to identify himself to me as gay, and the man who taught me not to be ashamed of being gay, or having the sexual desires of a gay man. I had a glorious summer, and many more years of hot sex in the Ramble, often with Crotch but also with many other men, some one-time deals and others, regular fuck buddies. It was an era that would ultimately end with AIDS first, and then, more importantly, with Giuliani's paranoid mayoralty.

The irony is, that by driving the gay male cruising and sex scene out of the late night park, they only succeeded in driving it further underground. Paradoxically, these clubs often featured more unprotected sex than what went on in the park, defeating the medical purpose of the crackdown, if not the furtherance of the wholesale gentrification and step by step removal of real life from New York City.

 

 

 

 

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