Active Duty --- Part I of Easter Park

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I'm standing here in the park, waiting for my man. It's raining. I must be horny, there's no other excuse for this...

Submitted: July 01, 2013

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Submitted: July 01, 2013



This is Part I of an episodic novella.

I’m standing here next to this artificial pond, holding my bike with one hand, and an umbrella with the other. It’s raining. It’s barely 11 PM and there’s still a suggestion of light in the doomy clouds above us since this is June in Amsterdam, the sun setting past 10 PM, dust stretching past midnight. The pond belongs to the Easter Park, the nearest cruising ground. I must be horny, really, there’s no other excuse for this, cycling through the pouring rain in search of casual sex. It’s fairly cold, by the way, I'm almost shivering. 


From the files of Active Duty, enhanced by us


The glands started to fire an hour ago when I finally got hold of this forgotten flick, Boys on the Beach, on the internet, which had been shown years ago at the LGTB festival in this funny Art Deco cinema around the corner in the late session --- they would show coming-out flicks in the afternoon, HIV-stuff in the evening, porn at midnight --- the audience packed into chairs from the ‘30s that had somehow survived WW2, creaky timber frames, velvet upholstering precariously affixed with brass pins, a retro event in crimson made to watch noir Maigret flicks --- and there had been a few suggestive exchanges already, eyes meeting in the waiting crowd, (we had been backed up in the lobby by an interminable Derek Jarman film) and this guy, half-balding but gym-enhanced, a slap-my-face expression on his face as if stepping right out of an Active Duty porn clip (you know, moonlighting military with insuppressible grins and flawless genitals) so this guy had somehow sidled around me twice already in the lobby and then ended up on the seat next to mine ...

...the lights had dimmed, Sylvester Corleone, the elusive porn star, had appeared on the silver screen above us, first in a three-some on a film set --- a porn star playing a porn star, as it were --- until the industry had decided to call it a day and send him home and to Fire Island where he had taken to the dance floor of a gay bar in the middle of a pelvis-gyrating crowd before meeting new friends on the beach (whence the title “Boys on the Beach”), new friends, who, in anticipation of his lust, had already gotten into some action, performing anal and oral intercourse expertly while their hottest new friend, a blond guy (his short hair standing out nicely against the dark sky), was still waiting in the dunes, watching the proceedings a bit stand-offishly but feeling himself up already, then noticing Sylvester’s arrival, rolling his eyes, dropping his pants, dick springing to attention  as if somebody had shouted “now,” bluish cock lips kissing the moonlight (quite some engineering there, cinematographically), Sylvester (Sly) taking the cue, grabbing the blond guy’s excited member with both (!) hands in a caressing gesture, pursing his lips --- so this was happening on the screen while I was feeling a touch on my knees, briefly but suggestively, Active Duty knew what he was doing, consenting adults unite, I’m hesitant, of course, this wasn’t a contact cinema but an art house, but I hadn’t jerked all day and felt horny, my leg swings out in his direction all by itself, Active Duty patting my knee again, as if to say “ROGER,” or “COPY,” his hand now on the inside of my leg, stroking my thigh, he likes my thighs apparently, he’s actually caressing them as if they are the real thing --- he finally catches himself, his hand travels up past my crotch and reaches for the magic Levis button which needs to be undone for any serious action, I turn my head out of sheer curiosity but he’s unerringly facing the screen where Sly has now impaled himself orally on the blond’s dick, giving head, deep-throating the brother for all he’s worth --- there are some professional secrets to this, you’re not a porn star for nothing --- so Sly’s having now impaled himself on the blond cock which, when briefly re-emerging from the porn star’s mouth, is still gleaming, there’s a hint of pre-cum already, the cock-head kissing the moonlight while the camera’s kissing the cock-head, Sly’s head going down the whole nine yards or inches one more time, down until reaching the base of the shaft, Sly’s nose buried in blond pubes (this was a vintage flick, boys still wearing pubes, not really shaving), his chin kissing the blond scrotum while unsuccessfully trying to breathe through his nose, there's even a hint of sensuality, strong enough at least for my dick to react, my neighbor still staring at the screen while fumbling with my button, I retract the abdomen, there’s a mild pop, the button gives in, tension moves from the released waistband to the tape of the zipper, my neighbor fumbling with the zipper, the slider resisting, it’s pathetic, I need to shed all pretensions and help him, which I do --- we’re long since past the point of return --- so I unzip the zipper myself,  Roger, or Copy, or whatever his name grabs my package side-ways (always a bit awkward), I raise my butt and push the Calvin Klein elastic down to make it easier for him, he leans over the antique armrest with his long --- too long --- arm, pions his arm, his hand around my dick, his left extremity ready for a clean hand job --- and now a second hand arrives on my thigh, from the left, the other neighbor apparently --- how’s this going to work, I understand twin cock sucking but that’s not what this is…

…I misunderstood him apparently (the other neighbor), since he’s taking my forearm and moves my hand to his own crotch which is already unzipped and features an aroused penis, he’s even taking pains to fold my hand around his dick --- there’s not much I can do, it would be awkward to refuse, and unfair, in a sense, so I’m repositioning myself, replicating Roger’s poise, while Sly, the porn star on the screen above us strips and arranges himself on the sand in an unusual position --- he’s normally the top --- legs apart, his hirsute ass open for business while the camera zooms in, then out, then pans onto the blond’s cock --- let’s give the blond guy a name, let’s call him Charlie --- so Charlie’s cock hovers above us, taking up the entire screen, 9 inches, or 20 feet, whichever way you look at it, the red skin of the shaft set against the deep purple of the cockhead, precum oozing through the cocklips, it’s a feast, camera zooming out, Charlie grabbing his dick, shaking it up, down, and sideways, rubbing the oozing cockhead over Sly’s lips, Sly’s loving it, left, right, left, Sly now reclining on the sand, ready for penetration --- all this while Roger from Active Duty has started to stoke my dick, surprisingly gently for a guy with a slap-my-face face, playfully squeezing my foreskin again the knob with thumb and index finger --- it would be great if his arm weren’t so long, his elbow hurting my thorax --- I’m suddenly realizing my failure to replicate, reach out with my right arm to restore some symmetry, discover, or feel, that somebody else is already fondling Roger’s cock, a chain of lust building across our row of seats apparently --- this while Sly on the screen has raised his legs, pushing them out skyward, Charlie primed now, grabbing his own dinger again and shoving it into the lusty depth of Sly’s poop shoot, nine inches, the cock, the first inch first, the cock head recalcitrant, sticking to the tender embrace of Sly’s butt cheeks, more guiding and fumbling, the first inch is in now, the second is in, the third --- you can feel it in your loins --- Sly's affecting a moan, a second moan, (“yeah, yeah”), Charlie working on the fourth inch (“uurgh,”), fifth inch (“oooh”), sixth inch (“uurgh”), seventh inch now, Sly not commenting the seventh inch in particular but contorting his face --- it could be real, Charlie’s girth is suggestive --- Sly’s mouth's wide open, twisted into a square, lips retracted, white teeth showing, eyes squinted shut --- Charlie pushing, Sly resisting, Charlie retracting, readying himself for a second assault, shaking his dick for emphasis, jokingly, but determined --- so while this is going on above us Roger is jerking my dick, I’m jerking my neighbor, my neighbor is jerking his (neighbor’s) a domino effect spreads down the row and across the aisle, jerks, motions, movements, collective rhythm in the making, joint energy infecting the antique chairs, the chairs talking back, squeaking, more neighbors joining --- Charlie, in the meantime, has resumed the exploration of Sly’s center of lust, pushing in once more, Sly reacting (“yeah, yeah”), seven inches are in, two more to go, the best two inches --- tell me, when do you get to feel nine inches up your ass --- Sly’s face frozen in sublime disgust, (“uurgh”), the eight inch is in (“uuurghh”), the ninth (“ooohhhh”), Charlie pushing for whatever he’s worth, thrusting forward, retracting, thrusting, retracting, accelerating, Sly’s really doing his part on the receiving end, moaning, gurgling, crying, yelling, Charlie’s fucking, fucking the porn star into ecstasy, it could be real --- on our side of the screen the entire audience now getting into the act, jerking, yelling (“ja, ja”--- Dutch for “yeah, yeah” --- “aahh, aahh” --- Dutch for “uurgh, uurgh,” and so on) enjoying themselves tremendously while anticipating the big one, a joint orgasm of biblical proportions, Charlie still fucking, us still jerking --- us holding now back a bit in expectation of a clue from the screen, and, yes, Charlie unpops, his enormous member swings across the beach and over Sly’s body, a last jerk as his cum explodes into Sly’s face, spurts, squints, gushes out like the Niagara fall (we’re exaggerating a bit), thick ropes of goo flying, dripping, splashing in all directions and then some, and while Sly is already licking his lips we are starting to cum, somebody in the front row is first, a loud scream, unmistakably, somebody behind me, now, the same scream ("COPY"), it’s understood, this is it, this is the scream of tonight ("COPY") , everybody does it, screams it, dominos falling again, me cumming, Roger cumming, my neighbor cumming, the sounds and sights of ultimate lust packing the room, cum spouting everywhere --- we’ve created a fountain of thousand delights, folks, jizz dripping, soaking, running off cocks, and seats, and faces, people sharing cum-soaked kisses --- until one guy, the last one to cum, gets up onto the stage and shoots his goo with a winning gesture onto the screen, right in the spot where Sly’s projection is reclining, recovering from the best fuck of its life.  

Where was I? Well, where am I? I’m standing in the rain, holding my bike with one hand, the umbrella with the other, a horny loner in the middle of a summer rain storm. 

Stay tuned. To be continued soon.  


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