Thank you to those who have enjoyed reading my first two entries about my distant past. I have found that I have not lost my lust for the good times I had then. I recently made contact with someone from my past and am now really considering relieving the fun I had with him (if I do I will chronicle it here, if there is any interest. Of course, I will call it Now). Now let me continue where I left off last time. As it was the last event I had before first meeting him or my first wife. Some of this is hazy, but this is how I remember it.
All day Saturday I thought about what my anonymous friend had said about a party at triangle park. Now I knew from the radio that there was a big police and sheriff softball tournament that weekend in Dayton at triangle park. Still I was intrigued and horny as ever. So far this summer I had only had oral sex, I really wanted to get laid. I broke the plans I had made with a couple of buddies to hit the bars that night and went to the park.
I got there about a half hour early. The area around the ball diamonds was packed, especially with cops. I began to think I had made a mistake in coming. I spent the better part of an hour wondering around the diamonds looking for someone I couldn't be sure I would recognize. Still the games were good, so that was a plus. As one ended I decided it was my cue to leave. Just as I got to my car, someone approached me.
"So you came to da party."
"Oh ...... Yeah, I guess. But with all these cops around, I don't know."
"The party ain't down here, fool. You're at the wrong end of the park, white bread. We have about a dozen fellas up there. Gimme a ride to show ya." I found out my new friend went by the name of Caprice. We drove to the north end of the park. Near ridge road, if I remember correctly, and parked near the large restrooms. Near them were a couple of picnic tables that held a small group of men, white and black. This area was well away from the ball games, though you could hear them going on. Except for this group, this area of the park was empty. Caprice explained that we were all look outs for the fun going on in the restroom. He explained we would give a signal when someone outside the group, namely the cops, approached the restroom to give those inside time to hopefully not get busted. The thought of getting busted scared me to death but it didn't dampen my horniness. Then we were smoking some really good pot, drinking a little beer and I was feeling buzzed. All this with over 100 police officers only a minute away. I told Caprice I was going to take a leak. Apparently he took that as his lead.