I was a teenager in the sixties, turned 18 in 1969. I lived in busy neighborhood. The only green space was a city park where the water treatment plant was. At night, young men and old men would sneak into the park and have sex with their dates. I would sneak out of my house and walk down to the water treatment park and watch the men have sex. Sometimes it was real fast, drop the pants, a blowjob and turn around for a butt fuck. I liked those. But other times there was a lot of making out, and a lot or mutual blowjobs, and a butt fuck. I liked those too.
I got to know some of the men who brought their dates there. They parked in the shadows on the other side of the park. Sometimes they made out in the car before getting out. These men really made out with their date. One day, maybe soon, I would be a date. I was ready.
I took music lessons after school. I went to my teacher, an old Hungarian man who insisted on learning scales. I wanted him to kiss me. I sat there beside him and looked up to him, sending telepathic messages for him to kiss me. He kissed my lips and put his hand on my lap. I was kissed like a date. We became closer, a lot of touching, butt patting, kissing with his hand in my lap, and later he put my hand in his lap. It happened one afternoon that I stood with my pants down and he spread something between my butt cheeks and pushed his dick in. He didn't stop until it was all the way in. I had tears, but didn't cry out. He rocked back and forth, making noises with his mouth and his breathing, until he let himself cum. He hugged me real tight for a while before letting me go gently. And the kiss he gave me afterwards I still remember. That was a kiss, a real kiss between a man and his date.
By the time I finished school I was a regular date at the water treatment park. Sometimes I slip away into those memories. Best memories.
