The Park Warden's Secret Passion

Morgan was a big lad. 6 foot something, blonde handsome in a rugged way (the kind of Chris Hemsworth type most women and some guys find irresistible). At 28 he would seem to have had everything needed for success, as it's ordinarily conceived; looks, intelligence, and a good background and education. But he wasn't interested in the rat race. He was a sometimes moody, mostly taciturn guy who just wanted -- as far as anyone could tell -- to just be left alone with his books when not working as a public park warden.

Women aplenty hit on him -- almost every day. He was constantly hearing catcalls and flirty noises from groups of ladies whenever he was working or just walking by. He knew he was gay of course. It wasn't that he thought it shameful or even remarkable. He just didn't like any kind of romantic interaction. Not frigid, not frightened, just not particularly interested. He'd had it off once or twice with guys back in school. But he never went to the clubs, and although he was just as likely to be hit upon by guys passing, he didn't respond with anything more than a shy smile at most.

Then, one day, he saw Jamie and something stirred up in him. The boy was beautiful. 18, blonde, slim though not skinny, and cute as fuck. Jamie may have looked sweet (and in many ways, he was) but he was also highly sexed and knew what he wanted; and that men would fall over themselves and each other for a piece of him. He went cruising most days after class, down by the canal, but upon getting a bit of a scare at being spotted there by a neighbour, he decided to venture further out and so came that chilly January afternoon to the park Morgan worked in.

The sun was already going down, and the shadows of dusk lengthened on the lawns and walkways under the trees as Jamie made his way to the public toilets and thus passed Morgan on his rounds. Morgan was at once stricken by the beauty of the lad. He could barely resist just standing and staring after him, his gaze fixated on those pert boy ass cheeks under the grey trousers.

"fuck" he thought "would I like to get my face into that bum".

He knew what went on in the jax with guys like Jamie of course. He turned a blind eye to cruising as most other wardens here did too. It was just accepted as an inevitable phenomenon and as long as there was nothing outrageous or involving minors or drugs, then the men were generally left to do what they did. And never had Morgan been tempted to join in. He wasn't interested in the middle aged guys who made up most of the clientele. The few younger lads who did frequent the place were either there for each other or to hustle cash from the old dudes for their services. Sometimes Morgan could hear an older guy moaning as he was on his in the cubicle, a fit 20 year olds arse in his face, beating himself off. If it got too loud or over boisterous, Morgan would just hammer on the door and tell them to keep it down or he'd throw them out. That was it.

But Jamie....jeez...he was so fucking hot and Morgan's big meaty man-tool had shot in action the moment he'd clapped eyes on him. He had to get some of that boys arse. He was pretty sure he could score him, certainly far quicker than the 40 or 50 year olds who hung around the place thirsting for a whiff of a fit lad's ass. So, and against his better judgement, he followed Jamie in.

Jamie was at the urinal, letting his jocks slide ever so much down, revealing the top his gorgeous 18 year old bum. He began to whistle as Morgan entered and headed over to the sink to pretend to wash his hands. Another guy, a man with a shaved head, mid 40s, and with a belly was presently in the cubicle. He had almost succeeded in getting Jamie in with him before Morgan came. But on seeing the hot 28 year old, Jamie lost all interest in the older man. He looked at Morgan's firm arse and handsome features and saw a guy he needed to fuck. It wasn't long before they had made all the necessary moves to end up in the cubicle together. The older guy was allowed stay, standing outside but with the door open so he could jack off while he watched (and kept an eye on the outer door).

Then Morgan and Jamie got to it. Jamie got up on the seat and lowered his now naked ass down to level with Morgan's face. Morgan, legging his own pants down, started to rim the boys butt, gorging on his smelly boyhole as the latter purred in pleasure.

Meanwhile the older dude outside took his schlong out and began to jerk it staring lustily at Morgan's firm white glutes. He leaned in to touch them, but Morgan turned and shook his head, so the guy backed off but still pumped his tackle. Morgan's own chunky dong was rock solid and beginning to weep as he munched on the boy's exquisite and musky young hole. Jamie worked his boy-meat in tandem. They found themselves, these three unlikely fellows, in a rhythm together, jacking as the younger two lavished each other with masculine affection and intimacy as the older watched and lusted. Harder and harder they pumped.

Eventually the lust grew to much for the middle aged guy and he got to his knees behind Morgan and begged to be allowed rim him. He fished out a bottle of poppers from his coat pocket and offered it to the young dudes, so Morgan accepted and allowed him to get his tongue into his hunky man butt. They all took a huff of the poppers and got at it with new vigor. Morgan simply devoured the boy-gods stinky arsehole. It was just sublime. He was totally engrossed as to not even notice the sweaty face of the middle aged guy in between his cheeks worshipping his own pucker.

"Aaaawwwwhhh" wailed Morgan as he shot and drenched the cubicle wall with ropes of hot man juice. Jamie and the older guy were not far behind. They splattered their spunk all over Morgan from either side...

Now Morgan has loosened up quite a bit.