Sex In Public, There Is Really Nothing Like It

I lived in Quito Ecuador as a kid. My father was a University professor and we lived in a very middle class neighborhood. For people who have grown up in the developed world what I am going to tell may sound a bit of a stretch. In the third world there is no privacy, everyone lives on top of each other, most families live together with three generations. So lovers find privacy at the parks, under the trees, where no one knows who they are. As a teenage boy I went to the park, I knew the favorite places where the lovers went and I watched. And I masturbated. I didn't have privacy in my home either.

I was masturbating one late afternoon and I felt hand on my shoulder. I turned and it was a police officer. He told me to go home and leave the people alone, he had received complaints that I was watching them. But at that moment, I was on my knees and my pants were open and he was standing right in front of me and his belt was in my face. He pulled my face against him and asked me if I liked that. Well I had never done that or even thought of it, I only watched men and women.

He took me by the arm, my pants were around my knees so I couldn't walk, and put me behind a big bush where I had seen couples have sex before and he fucked me in the ass. It was brutal, there was no lubricants, I was fifteen, he penetrated me completely, and while he fucked me he kept asking me if I liked it until I told him I did. When he let me go and I pulled up my pants he told me if I came back he would fuck me again.

It was several weeks before I went back. I just had to get fucked again. That afternoon I didn't see the policeman. I went back several days and I didn't see the policeman. Until one afternoon he was there and he asked me if I came back for him to fuck me. I didn't answer, I just let him take me behind a small hill and fuck me. This time I liked it, I liked all of it, even when it hurt.

In the third world sex comes early. Sometimes it isn't what you expect and other times it is what you go for. As I got older I went there and met men who were looking for younger boys and I learned how to suck them and I had learned to use cream before I went out so that it went in easier. I went to college and got a degree in Economics and Finance, and because my father had insisted that we learn English, I went to work for a foreign company. It took many years but I was transferred with a promotion to Argentina and from there I was promoted to Brazil. After twenty years I was promoted to Latin America Controller working in Canada.

I am married to a Colombian woman and we have three children. But my secret is never far from me. When I travel I am the one looking for the right young man, I know which parks to go to and where to look and I enjoy a few moments like I did when I was a young man in Quito. There is something indescribable about having open sex in public where your privacy is your anonymity.

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by Anonymous on Oct 6, 2022 at 10:09 AM

I too was a young boy a few years prepubecent enjoying the affection of an older teenage boy in a lover's grove of trees and bushes in the city park in the early evening twilight.
I'd come to love him on top of me tummy down, my gay looks of a smooth body and well shaped fresh ass stripped of the cute little short-shirt cut-off with my white cotton boy panties scooched aside or down just enough for boycock access. Willie's love fucks had become a welcome thing for both of us and their frequency increased with our especially his youthful passions. Our cautious shyness became less discrete the more we were together. We too got caught by a police officer, or should I say I was caught because my short-shorts were around one ankle and cherub like boys cheekyness peeked from my boypanties while Willie got away.
His flashlight beam on my fresh fucked cherry of an ass as I froze in fear. I couldn't see what he was doing because of the flashlights brightness till he pushed my smooth gangly legs wider and fished about my underpants and found my sweet spot. I was already well lubed with spit and Willie's two large orgasms when he stretched into me as I gasped aloud "It's too bigger...it..it..it isn't gonna fit!" As I felt the coarseness of his public hair nesting all in with my boycheeks....
I could feel his cock throb as he emptied into me like what seemed never ending. He said how great my boypussy felt and withdrew yanking a quantity of his hot golfball size gob of cum which seemed to almost roll down abd around my tight little balksack filling the front of my boy panties. He too said that if I came to the park Thursday night again I could meet with him again otherwise stay home because I was just a kid.
Willie was waiting in the alley with "what happened , how'd you get away, did he see us!?" I told Willie that he said for us to stay out of the park Thursday nights if we don't want to get hauled in cause he patrols Thursday's. I didn't stay out of the park Thursday nights....

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