Chapter 3
And so about three-thirty, Mark parked his unmarked car under a tree to shade it, checked his shoulder holster under his jacket, and strolled across the lawn to the park's men's room. No one was there when he walked in, so he settled himself on the stool in one of the booths. In the wall separating the two booths was a glory hole which looked like it was used regularly. There were crusted cum drips on the wall under the hole, and pictures drawn on the wall with a felt pen.
Although the floor wasn't very clean, he pushed his corduroy pants all the way down so that his muscular, hairy legs were completely revealed. The queers liked his legs, he knew from experience, but they especially liked the heavy balls hanging from an unusually hairy groin, and the thick cock which even now was rising slightly. Sometimes he unbuttoned his shirt so they could see his flat belly and hairy chest with its black hair.
Mark amused himself by reading the graffiti. Some of it was slightly clever, but most were attempts to attract guys with big cocks to come there for blow-jobs. Sometimes Mark made dates by writing on the wall; if the guy showed up, Mark arrested him. There were pleas to make dates, and even more proposals to have three-ways.
It was nearly four o'clock before anyone entered the john. He immediately went into the booth next to Mark. Mark got a glimpse of a Levi's-clad leg as it passed the glory hole, but didn't want to peer through or appear too curious. Several minutes went by after the man settled himself on the neighboring toilet, but nothing happened. Finally Mark became curious and bent forward so he could see part of the booth through the hole.
He could see two muscular legs covered with fine, blond hair and Levi's down to the floor. He leaned forward more and then could see a relatively small hand fondling a very stiff seven-inch cock rising from a nest of curly blond hair. Mark could not help noticing how beautifully the blond curls set off the pink cockshaft and the darker cockhead. There was no hair on the hand.
As he watched, the man spread his legs and cupped his balls in his other hand. They were large and close to the base of the cock. The man made no move otherwise, although it was almost certain he was aware of Mark's observation.
Mark continued to watch the fondling of the stiff prick, and his own rose, hard and demanding, as he watched. Since the man made no move, Mark leaned back and began to stroke his own erection. His huge cock set in the black curly hair was in distinct contrast to the blond next door, especially since the hair grew up his belly so profusely.
Then Mark noticed parts of a face visible at the hole; the man was watching him play with his cock. He could see only one blue eye and part of a nose, but he pretended not to see anything, seemingly content to play with himself alone. He was waiting for a signal to put his cock through the hole, but none came. Then the face disappeared, and several minutes passed silently.
Finally Mark could stand it no longer, and he bent forward again to see what the man was doing. He was still sitting quietly, slowly stroking his pink cock which looked even bigger now. Mark did not attempt to see the face, preferring to keep the situation anonymous at this point.
As he watched, the figure moved forward on the toilet -- and leaned back. Mark could see a hairless asscrack and big balls kissing the muscular thighs. The prick stood straight up, the fingertips caressing it gently. The man's belly muscles were clearly outlined, and the chest was hairless except for some fine blond hairs around the nipples. Mark could not see higher from his view point.
Mark's cock began to throb as he watched the slim hand move up and down. Mark had to stop his stroking to prevent having an orgasm at that moment. What was the guy waiting for? Why didn't he signal Mark? There was no choice but to sit back and wait for the expected approach.
The blue eye appeared at the hole again for a moment and then disappeared. There was movement in the booth, but nothing appeared at the hole. After a couple of minutes of silence, Mark again leaned forward to check out the action.
He was startled to see the nude body of the man leaning against the wall of the booth directly opposite the glory hole. He stood there with knees bent, his thigh and calf muscles tense, one hand stroking the prominent prick and the other fondling his big balls. The blond curls framed the hand action. Still Mark did not look upward toward the face, but he was fascinated by the lusty sexual picture the masculine body presented. Mark's cock again jerked in his hand.
He stood up in his booth and imitated the other man, leaning back against the wall and fondling himself. He spread his shirt wide to expose his chest. He could not actually stroke his cock because he was too close to orgasm. He had already moved his holster toward the back so it could not be seen from the other booth.
The bright blue eye appeared again at the hole, and he heard a gasp from the other booth. But the face remained at the hole for only a minute and then was withdrawn. Again there was silence.
Mark gritted his teeth. Please! Please signal me so we can stop this! I can't hold back much longer! Still no signal. His knees were trembling with excitement.
Desperate now, Mark finally lunged forward and shoved his cock through the hole! Immediately a small, soft hand grasped the cock warmly and began to caress it. The hand was so gentle that Mark was aroused even more. His cock was now exposed and he could control it no longer.
With no interruption, he felt a warm mouth replace the hand on his prick! The tongue began to lave the cockhead and then caress the underside as the mouth descended all the way down. Mark began to tremble, his knees rattling against the wall. He had no control! He shoved against the wall, needing that hot mouth to take it all!
When the cock was lodged deep in the warm throat, he felt the throat muscles grip his cock and then relax, and then the lips were slowly withdrawn to the cockhead. Here the lips and tongue concentrated, nibbling and teasing the sensitive spot under the cockhead. Mark could do nothing but lean heavily against the wall. He completely forgot his purpose for being there. His entire being was centered in his stiff prick and the excruciating stimulation it was receiving.
Then the mouth dived all the way down again and Mark responded automatically. He lunged forward and began to spurt thick jets of cum into the welcoming mouth! He groaned loudly but did not hear himself. His brain was spinning from the ecstatic orgasm. The warm mouth increased its suction and moved rapidly up and down the cockshaft, taking all the throbbing prick would deliver.
Mark hung onto the top of the booth wall with both hands and shoved against it, completely at the mercy of the cocksucker. With each delicious spurt, he groaned his joy. His cum flooded the sucking mouth and still it continued, as if it had been stored for too long and now at last was being released under pressure. Not a drop was wasted -- the man swallowed as rapidly as it flowed.
Finally the spurts began to diminish, but Mark still hung on. He had to prolong the ecstasy as long as possible! The mouth continued to suck, hoping for more. With the last dribble, Mark regained some strength in his legs and could stand again. His knees began to function, but he was breathless from the experience.
Suddenly he remembered his purpose! He had to arrest the man, even though he had given him an unforgettable experience -- the greatest orgasm of his life!
Mark snapped upright, pulled his cock back, and without even drying it, pulled up his pants and stuffed it in with some difficulty. He closed his shirt and moved his gun back in place. He opened the door of his booth and yanked open the door of the next booth, neither of which had locks.
The cocksucker was a boy! A blond, curly-haired boy, whose bright blue eyes had looked at him through the hole, now stood in the booth with his stiff cock in his hand, a startled expression on his face from Mark's sudden entry. His face was masculine, but beardless because of his age. His lips were full and still had traces of Mark's cum on them. His chest and shoulders were broad for his age, and were unadorned with hair except the fine down around the nipples. The pink cock was at least eight inches long and thick with a deep red head, apparently close to orgasm.
Mark was startled by the boy's appearance and drew his gun from its holster, pointing it at the boy.
"You're under arrest!" he finally stammered.
The blue eyes darted from Mark's stern face to the gun and back to the face. The eyes grew blank and glazed, and he jerked his big cock once, twice, and then spurted cum the entire length of the booth, some of it striking Mark's shoes! It was obvious that Mark's appearance had been more sexually exciting than frightening, since he continued to jerk his jetting cock as spurt after spurt splattered on the floor.
Mark was thoroughly shaken. He was pointing a gun at this cocksucker and he had the nerve to cum in front of him! He was all policeman now and he was not being respected! He forgot their intimacy of only a moment before. But still he couldn't help noticing the man-sized cock in the blond curls, the creamy skin with muscles rippling under it. He stood stock still until the spurts slowed and the hand stopped its spastic jerking.
Then the boy began to sag and he looked at his quieting prick. He gave it one last squeeze and a few drops of jism emerged. The youthful face cleared and he looked into Mark's eyes questioningly, innocently.
"What did you say?" he asked, still somewhat dazed.
"I said, 'You're under arrest! Don't you know that it is illegal to suck cock or even masturbate in public?'"
"Public? In the booth here? You seemed to like my mouth on you, didn't you?" The boy seemed so innocent and logical.
"That makes no difference. I'm going to have to take you down to the station. How old are you?" Mark asked gruffly.
The boy told him, answering slowly. He didn't seem to understand the power Mark had over him.
"I'll take you to Juvenile, and we'll call your parents from there." Mark started to put handcuffs on the boy, but decided against it. He seemed like a quiet kid who wouldn't try to run away. "Pull up your pants and come along!"
The boy obeyed slowly, still confused.
"What's your name?"
"Teddy Conrad -- what's yours?" the boy answered, still trying to be friendly.
"I'm Officer Fellows -- Mark Fellows -- and you are under arrest for lewd and lascivious behavior. Do you understand what that means?"
"No, sir," Teddy responded with wide eyes, those startling blue eyes set in the handsome blond face.
"They'll explain all about it at Juvenile Hall. Come along now!"
The boy quietly followed him to the police car and they drove to the juvenile center, where a fatherly social worker was called in.
"Where do you live? What is your home phone number?"
"I live at 432 Oak Street, but my mother isn't home from work yet. My father is dead," Teddy said softly.
"The usual -- a single parent, kid alone after school..." muttered the social worker.
"What time does your mother get home?" Mark inquired roughly. He realized vaguely that he was more emotionally involved in this case than usual.
"About 5:30," Teddy answered.
"I'll go by there at 5:30 and tell her the story. Will he be released to his mother tonight?" he asked the officer.
"No. We will have to run a check on the family situation, and in the meantime he stays here. You can tell her to bring some clothes down for him if you want to."
Teddy looked bewildered and Mark could see that he was at last becoming frightened.
"You mean I can't go home now?"
"Not until we've done some investigation."
"You'll stay here tonight, anyway."
They led Teddy away and the door locked shut behind him.
"Why do you cops have to bring these kids in like this?" the social worker complained. "Haven't they got enough troubles?"
Mark bristled. "He propositioned me! How was I to know he was only a kid? I couldn't see him through the glory hole!"
The social worker looked tired and depressed.
"Oh, another one of those spy jobs, eh?"
"Look, what he did was illegal, no matter how old he is. That's my job, see?" Mark realized that he was defending himself too much, but the social worker made him angry.
"Yeah, yeah -- I know," sighed the older man, and followed Teddy to the lock-up.