Operation GP
It's a damp and cool morning as I sit before the computer to invite you to read the second installment of Tales from the ATL ... I'm back to drinking my favorite beverage of the morning...Lipton's brisk tea...hot...like I like it...it's definitely a soul waker... In the next half an hour I'm going to do my early morning run on the beach...being sexy and fabulous takes a toll on an mature brotha...so he has to do a lil more to perserve the sexy...
For me…this was a clandestine operation shrouded in secrecy…kept between two friends stepping out of their comfort zone to experience the thrill of illicit sex in the dark amongst tall trees, shrubs and vast open spaces with minute injections of light here and there…we pulled up in a parking space surrounded by luxury and not so luxury cars…stepped out in fear…with this anticipation of the unknown my heart beat went up a notch from the sheer thrill of the hunt or being the hunted…
Proceeding down the eight elongated steps…it took awhile for my eyes to adjust and get accustomed to the darkness of the night but with the help of my good friend he navigated me through the gate of the tennis courts …on reaching the other side of the court we proceeded through another opened gate and was instantly on a incline filled with grass and to the right were tall trees and shrubs and shadows of the night…to the left and down the incline was the baseball field...the visual past the field yielded more trees and shrubs that stood out like ghosts in the night against the backdrop of darkness...
I stayed close to my friend as I was introduced to the acres of vastness in this instant gratifying hook up spot at night…where boys to men become shadows of trees with intermittent sounds of ecstasy…revealing their phalluses, dropping and pulling down their shorts to reveal the menu availability of buttocks…
The main ingredient on the menu --- casual sex…paid for or free…in wild abandonment with no cares for propriety…decency…or decorum…the thrill of watching one, two or three people masturbate, grope, touch each other in places in the shadows with fear of abduction from the authorities…augments the thrill of dark…young, middle age or old…pastor, lawyer or doctor…can be found seeking the thrill of the cum…
As one conquest is achieved…the walk in the vastness of the park rejuvenates the body and also gives one the opportunity to play hide and seek for the next victim who’s ready and willing to experience the inevitable touch of the shadow…
My friend left me for babysitting was not his intention…my easy guide to park relations was over…and in seconds he vanished into the vastness with no trace…left alone…I ventured closer to the car where benches are visible in the smallness of the light…I sat…and watch the traffic come and go…some with smiles…and hoods to cover their faces…some with hats dressed in apparel frequented by b-boys…some coming from a night out dressed smartly…smelling good…some could be seen adjusting their clothing to conceal at times erections that seemed to burst from seams…
As time progressed into the lateness of the evening more shadows of the night arrived…losing themselves amongst the trees and shrubbery which are their best friends for the night…in these places pleasure lurked…the night would not be fulfilled until countless sperms are spitted in the air…
While sitting there I noticed a tall slim but well built man on the top of the stairs lingering for more than minute doing the same thing I was doing from his vantage point…a shadow of the park passed me looking intently for some indication of agreement but I was blank…he doubled back and sat on the opposite end of the bench…it was then that I noticed that the slim man moved and came in my direction…passed the shadow on the bench and stood in front of me and said hello…I noticed then he was an older gentleman in his late forties but I could tell he took good care of his body which made him look younger than his years…he was polished, his diction, demeanor and conversation was that of an education man…graying slightly he was intriguing and social able but yet allusive…In our talk…he told me he came to save me from the shadow…for he could tell from how long I sat there that I was not interested in becoming a member of the shadow fraternity…we talk for a bit then bidded me goodnight as he jumped in his Mercedes and left me pondering about him…
Soon afterwards my good friend reappeared…he looked at me…and said “ready”…I nodded…we left…never to discussed operation Griffin Park…again
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"What worries you masters you." - Haddon W. Robinson
For me…this was a clandestine operation shrouded in secrecy…kept between two friends stepping out of their comfort zone to experience the thrill of illicit sex in the dark amongst tall trees, shrubs and vast open spaces with minute injections of light here and there…we pulled up in a parking space surrounded by luxury and not so luxury cars…stepped out in fear…with this anticipation of the unknown my heart beat went up a notch from the sheer thrill of the hunt or being the hunted…
Proceeding down the eight elongated steps…it took awhile for my eyes to adjust and get accustomed to the darkness of the night but with the help of my good friend he navigated me through the gate of the tennis courts …on reaching the other side of the court we proceeded through another opened gate and was instantly on a incline filled with grass and to the right were tall trees and shrubs and shadows of the night…to the left and down the incline was the baseball field...the visual past the field yielded more trees and shrubs that stood out like ghosts in the night against the backdrop of darkness...
I stayed close to my friend as I was introduced to the acres of vastness in this instant gratifying hook up spot at night…where boys to men become shadows of trees with intermittent sounds of ecstasy…revealing their phalluses, dropping and pulling down their shorts to reveal the menu availability of buttocks…
The main ingredient on the menu --- casual sex…paid for or free…in wild abandonment with no cares for propriety…decency…or decorum…the thrill of watching one, two or three people masturbate, grope, touch each other in places in the shadows with fear of abduction from the authorities…augments the thrill of dark…young, middle age or old…pastor, lawyer or doctor…can be found seeking the thrill of the cum…
As one conquest is achieved…the walk in the vastness of the park rejuvenates the body and also gives one the opportunity to play hide and seek for the next victim who’s ready and willing to experience the inevitable touch of the shadow…
My friend left me for babysitting was not his intention…my easy guide to park relations was over…and in seconds he vanished into the vastness with no trace…left alone…I ventured closer to the car where benches are visible in the smallness of the light…I sat…and watch the traffic come and go…some with smiles…and hoods to cover their faces…some with hats dressed in apparel frequented by b-boys…some coming from a night out dressed smartly…smelling good…some could be seen adjusting their clothing to conceal at times erections that seemed to burst from seams…
As time progressed into the lateness of the evening more shadows of the night arrived…losing themselves amongst the trees and shrubbery which are their best friends for the night…in these places pleasure lurked…the night would not be fulfilled until countless sperms are spitted in the air…
While sitting there I noticed a tall slim but well built man on the top of the stairs lingering for more than minute doing the same thing I was doing from his vantage point…a shadow of the park passed me looking intently for some indication of agreement but I was blank…he doubled back and sat on the opposite end of the bench…it was then that I noticed that the slim man moved and came in my direction…passed the shadow on the bench and stood in front of me and said hello…I noticed then he was an older gentleman in his late forties but I could tell he took good care of his body which made him look younger than his years…he was polished, his diction, demeanor and conversation was that of an education man…graying slightly he was intriguing and social able but yet allusive…In our talk…he told me he came to save me from the shadow…for he could tell from how long I sat there that I was not interested in becoming a member of the shadow fraternity…we talk for a bit then bidded me goodnight as he jumped in his Mercedes and left me pondering about him…
Soon afterwards my good friend reappeared…he looked at me…and said “ready”…I nodded…we left…never to discussed operation Griffin Park…again
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"What worries you masters you." - Haddon W. Robinson
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