Dressed in my white semi-transparent shorts and singlet, I ventured from my car onto the nearby jogging track. Wearing my sneakers and white socks, I checked that my cock ring was firm around my balls and cock as I jumped down a ledge to get to the path.
It was 11pm, but there were still gay guys loitering around in the shadows (only the jogging path was lit by tungsten street lights). I saw a few guys smoking near the entrance of the path, but I decided to ignore them and see what lay further down the path.
After 50 meters, some of the lights were off along the track. In the dark spots, there were a few guys milling around, checking each other out. As I got closer, I saw a guy in a thin pair of lycra shorts and running shoes. He was topless, exhibiting his lean body and his pert bubble butt. As I passed, he gave me a smile. I patted his ass as I continued further in.
At the first junction, which was demarcated by a storm drain, there was a couple fumbling in the dark. I could see one of them had his shorts around his ankles, as the other guy was sucking him off. There were two voyeurs rubbing their crotches as they watch the performance.
Passing them, I walked another 100 meters to the second storm drain where I usually hang out to wait for guys. As it was a warm night, I decided to strip off totally, pulling my white shorts down past my knees, exposing my cock and ass to the warm night air. My singlet followed and both were hung on a nearby branch.
Relishing the freedom, I walked across the lit path onto the grass patches that bordered the path. Not long, I saw a future of a guy walking towards me. He was totally naked, except for his sneakers. He was holding onto his shorts and shirt and was furiously working up a hard-on as he approached me.
He spotted my nakedness and came towards me. We looked at each other in the buff and reached simultaneously for each other's nip. Tweaking and teasing each nip to full hardness before reaching down to grip our hardening cocks. His cock was already well lubed up. He squirted a bit of lube onto my cock and began to give me a slow hand-job. The wet sensation was wonderful and the sensation of the cool breeze blowing on my ass and my nips was giving me shivers down my spine.
We continued for a few minutes before we saw another guy jogging down the path. He was clothed in your typical running gear. As he passed us, he slowed down, did a u-turn and came up to us. He stripped off quickly (he took everything off, even his shoes and socks) and started cupping our asses before moving up to our cocks and balls.
The first guy's cock was smaller than mine, but it was circumcised. This new guy was thick and long and had a foreskin that gently hugged his corona. It got hard pretty quickly and we were soon running our hands up and down his torso, nips and cock.
An office executive and his little pilot fish were the next to join us, making us five. The executive only unzipped his pants and unbuttoned his shirt and would only play with his companion. But his companion was also game, and stripped down and alliterated between sucking his man and sucking us. So now we had a cock-hungry bottom that had four cocks to choose from.
And to top it off, we saw a sixth guy. This one was totally naked, walking down the jogging path in his sandals. His clothes were draped over one shoulder. He saw us and quickly joined in.
This sixth guy was a cock-sucker as well, and he spun round, sucking on one cock, and wanking two off with his hands. He and number 5 got us pretty close to cumming.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I was the first one to squirt, and my cum splashed out across number six's face, and he opened his mouth to catch some of my second and third squirts.
The next to cum were the executive, then number 2. Number 3 was next. All three squirted over the faces and body of number 5 and 6. The two cock-whores scooped up the cum covering them and used it as lube. We crowded around the two guys and pulled on their nips, balls and cock. Cupping their asses and fingering their hole, urging them on as they rode towards their orgasms.
When they came, it was fantastic. The two boys squirted over each other, ropes of cum splashing onto each other's chests and some of it rebounding off their smooth chests onto us.
As we each came down from our orgasms, we realised that in our excitement, we had a small audience who all had their cocks out and were wanking to our performance.
The executive and pilot fish quickly pulled on their clothes and departed, while the remaining four of us decided to walk up the jogging path fully nude, bodies perspiring with sweat and the scent of sperm and sex pouring off our bodies. We only pulled on our clothes when we got close to the car park.