It was a chilly late afternoon, but it was warm for winter. I didn't think there would be anyone around ManPark but had to check it out anyway.
The sun was close to going down when I arrived. The only guy I saw was a goofy-looking guy in a goofier hat. He was walking two small dogs. A man with one hand went by, his right arm ending halfway from the elbow to where his hand would be. He didn't seem to mind the weather, wearing only a t-shirt.
Wandering back and forth on the main path, I noticed them standing together on the upper path behind some trees. They were standing closer than needed for ordinary conversation.
Leaving them to their business I headed for the top of the park. From the top of the park a staircase leads down, past the top path to the main (middle) path. It's a long staircase, some eighty or more old, concrete steps, chipped and worn. Below the main path and slightly out of line with the other steps, thirty more lead down to the unused road.
At the top of the park I noticed a butch-looking but ordinary guy. He had a square jaw and slight grin, dark hair, nearly short in stature. He headed to the top of the stairs and I hoped when he got to the bottom he'd go left to the back end of ManPark where I'd be waiting at the Balcony. I took the back stairs, leaving him to that main long stairway.
I had no sooner arrived at the Balcony and taken my cock out to start getting hard for him when another man appeared twenty feet away. An older guy, he looked good with a salt-and-pepper, shaggy beard. He had on glasses and a blue jacket.
Hoping he'd join me, I continued to shake my semi-hard dick around but he was looking the other way as another stranger came down the path and headed the other way toward the back cubicle, a hollowed-out space where a tree had long ago tipped over, providing a little alcove.
The stranger was wearing a red jacket, was short and muscular and mustached, dark black. He went directly to the alcove and Bluebeard followed him. I waited only a minute, put my cock back in my pants and stepped from the Balcony to the path, intending to follow.
Just then the butch but ordinary one I'd first set my eyes on arrived as well and also was going to the alcove. I could see past him where Redcoat had his pants down and ass turned toward Bluebeard. Butch didn't wait for an invitation but walked directly up to the alcove to join them. I stayed back and waited for an invitation which didn't come.
Bluebeard went to his knees to lick Redcoat's ass which was spread before him. Butch stood beside Bluebeard in the cramped depression, opened his pants and pulled out his own hard dick. It was fat and firm. Bluebeard grabbed it and stroked it a few times, still licking Redcoat's ass.
Butch's balls bounced on Bluebeard's shoulders as he jacked off. Bluebeard stood and offered Redcoat's freshly wetted ass to Butch who stepped the half step forward to shove it in. Redcoat leaned against the foliage like a wall in front of him and began to rock back and forth.
Butch was pumping fast and furious and seemed about to come when Bluebeard tapped him on the shoulder, wanting his turn. Redcoat stopped his rocking for only one beat as Butch withdrew his pudgy six inches and Bluebeard replaced them with a lean nine.
Redcoat rocked back and forth only a few more times before Bluebeard leaned back and let out a sigh I could hear even from fifty yards away. Butch was still jacking off beside him so Bluebeard took over as Redcoat stood and turned around to face them.
With Bluebeard jacking Butch off, Redcoat dropped to his knees just in time to catch Butch's come on his waiting mustache and mouth. He fell back against the wall of leaves and closed his eyes, his left hand pumping his own cock once or twice more before he became motionless and relaxed.
Butch was the first to pull himself together and leave. Redcoat wasn't too far past him. Then Bluebeard. I retreated to the Balcony and hoped Bluebeard had not had enough. He knew where to find me either way, even though it was now after dark.
He didn't come by. So far I'd seen five men at ManPark since I'd arrived and all five had gotten off but I hadn't yet. This wasn't like me at all. I wandered the main path and the rest of ManPark an hour longer. Nobody. I was getting cold.
That long staircase I mentioned intersects the main path at about mid-point. It was at the bottom of the stairs that I first saw the Angel. At the top of the stairs is one of the few lights in the park. Under the light I saw a white muscle shirt fitting tight against a well-formed body. He was standing still, his back to the stairs.
I stood in the shadow eighty steps below him, wanting only to observe him, see what he was up to. He was facing away so had not seen me step into the shadow. We both stood motionless for maybe five minutes.
At some point he turned around but was still unaware of my presence. >From below he was still a glowing white shirt wonderfully sculpted against the black of the night. His jeans were black too which made the white shirt that much more brilliant.
Slowly he reached for the shirt and as slowly began to lift it over his head but keeping his arms in it. Again slowly he went for his pants, opened them and slowly let them fall to his knees. He seemed to be doing a ritual to call up some action.
I stepped from the shadows and began mounting the steps toward him. My jacket was already open and I unbuttoned my shirt, baring my chest, showing some skin, joining him in his nudity ritual. He had jumped at my appearance far below him and had pulled up his pants.
Halfway up the stairs is a flat landing, some five square feet of the same concrete as the steps. I stopped on the landing and disappeared into the shadows at my left. A large tree there provided further shadow from the light near where the Angel still stood in blazing white.
He didn't wait long. By the time he got to the landing my dick was out and pants were open but I was nowhere near hard. I could finally see more detail than his shirt and found a rugged-looking young Mexican with eyes much older than the face they were staring at me from. He approached and went to his knees to take my still-soft cock in his mouth. The tree was not wide enough to have us both in shadow and his white shirt was still blazing at my hips.
It takes one of three things for me to get hard: a hard dick in my mouth, a hairy chest at my face or a tongue that knows what it is doing. He didn't have his dick out yet and wasn't hairy but my dick was quickly hard. I was soon doing pelvic thrusts and letting him keep his head still which he liked.
I reached down to knead his crotch, my back still rested against the tree. Finally he stood and began to open his pants again. "This I like," he said, indicating my hard-on now dancing in the chilly air. "You like?"
"Very nice," I answered and then leaned forward to have my own treat. He wasn't large which I don't mind. He was uncut and his cock was almost bony, a great texture running against my lips. My nose was taking in a great musky, heavily masculine odor which was being left against my moustache and goatee.
After a few delicious minutes of this he stood again and bent forward to resume his own treat, my dick. The wetness of his mouth was warm and wonderful.
"I'm going to come," I said after awhile of this and I indicated that I wanted him to come on me as I was coming. He raised himself slightly and just as I began to come I felt a warm rivulet land on and run down my inner thigh.
His face reached up slightly and he started to kiss me with that wet mouth, taking my tongue in his mouth as though it were a next cock. We kissed longer than usual afterglow warrants and he then stood and began to put his clothes back in order.
"Very nice," he again said, giving my cock and balls one last caress. I was digging in my pockets for tissue to wipe up the gooey mess my lap was. "Thanks," I said.
And he was gone. Four hours later at home I still had his smell on my hand and lips and enjoyed the Angel again.