Cruising Curry Park

By Ron Williamson

“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Not much,” I answered. “I’m just on my way home from having a few beers.”
“Cool,” fumbling with his crotch again, “what are you looking for?”
“Well,” rubbing my thumb across the bulge in my pants. Almost fully hard now. All it needed was just a little more room to grow. “I was hoping to get sucked off before going home.”
“Well, this is your lucky day,” he smiled real big, “cause I love to suck, and I’m very good at it.”
I smiled and began pulling down my zipper. I noticed the hair sticking out of the neck of his shirt. His dark arms were quite hairy also.
“In fact,” he continued as he watched me pulled it out, “I want you to pound my face, with that big thing of yours.” His eyes lit up as he stared at it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Williamson
• Release date: Aug 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301738427

Ron Williamson

I started writing with the idea of it being an autobiography, but realized that my life is basically only interesting to me. So I focused on the men in my life, and turned each person into a chapter, or short story. So each story not only has sex with someone particular, but it also tells about a specific period of my real life.All of my stories are true. Based on times, people, and events from my past. Names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.Except for the story ‘Paranoid’. I ‘ghost wrote’ Paranoid, using information provided to me by someone who wished to remain anonymous.My personal favorite is 'Tunnel of Love'. This story not only tells about my first experience with an uncut, but also about my trip to Switzerland, and most importantly one of the few men that I have falling madly in love with. To this day, each time I read 'Tunnel of Love', it still makes me smile, laugh, cry, and gets me so hard that I feel the need to.. well, you know.There is very little kink in my stories. But there is a lot of passion. The sex is mostly oral, and anal. The sex in my stories is mostly about the magic feeling that two people can create, and share, while they are experiencing each others bodies. The sparks that fly when two people become one. Even if only for a short while.In the words of Janis Joplin: ‘If you’re gonna love somebody. Love them like it’s the last minute of your life.’ And that, I did.All of my stories can be found on the Smashwords website. At the end of each story there are; samples of my other stories, and links to take you to them. I would love to hear feedback about all of my stories. If you read one, please take a moment to write a review at the bottom of the stories page.

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Cruising

Curry Park

By Ron Williamson

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Title: Cruising: Curry Park

Copyright © 2013 by Ron Williamson

ISBN: 9781301738427

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Nu Towne Saloon

Nu Towne Saloon was one of my favorite gay bars. With its midwestern motif and sawdust covered floors, it was the only gay bar in Phoenix that had a real antique Ford pickup truck inside the bar. Wagon wheels, license plates, street signs, and old gas pumps helped decorate the walls and bar. Oh yeah, and Daddy Ron at the helm, serving the best Long Island Ice Teas anywhere. I was kind of a regular; either shooting pool, or just hanging out and having a few drinks. And every Friday night at 7:00 p.m. I played in their pool tournament.

Today I had been there for a few hours drinking and playing pool. There was no one in the bar that I found attractive. That was the first thing I checked anytime I walked into any bar. Everyone here was either too young or too skinny, or both. So I was content just running the pool table. Playing game after game for free, by beating anyone who dared to challenge me.

Hitting the cue ball as hard as I could, I sent the balls flying all over the table. The two ball fell into one of the corner pockets, assigning me ‘solids’ and my opponent ‘stripes’.

The front door of the bar opened, and I looked up and saw a chubby guy walk in. Finally, I thought seeing his silhouette against the bright daylight as he came in through the doorway. I banked the four ball into the side pocket, and walked around the table to get a closer look