Manpark

By ten.vtbew@gijamakniht

Published on Aug 19, 2001

Gay

The last rays of daylight were touching the leaves of ManPark when I arrived. At the top of the hundred-plus steps I noticed a man in the shadows as I turned the corner onto the path. Another guy was coming from the direction of my favorite tree and he passed in the shadows. I continued toward my tree and gave it a hug. It had been a long time since I'd been there, especially in such duskiness. I was ready for action.

I decided to take a walk up the path for a drink at the fountain. Passing the next tree up, I could see the silhouette of someone with his shirt up, back against the tree, pants down. On his knees, another guy was giving him a furious blow job. As I passed them, I heard a sound as though the one standing was blowing me a kiss. Does he want me to join them? Does he recognize me and is saying hello? One step further and I heard a noise that was similar enough but more recognizable. It was the fantastic sucking of whomever was down on his knees.

I continued to the tree at the top of the path.

The first guy I'd noticed, a sort of bookish kid, approached from below. He passed me and sat on the bottom step, The Kid, maybe eight feet away.

I'd had my zipper open and dick out and continued to nonchalantly touch myself. It was less a come-on motion than something to do. The Kid seemed interested and might have been about to move toward me when someone else emerged from the shadows, passed us and interrupted the interplay.

I figured he might follow me back to my favorite tree so I headed that direction. The darkness was now complete and I had my dick out immediately. I stood there many minutes before anyone walked by.

The first guy was in jogging sweats and had an innocent air about him. I couldn't help but think he was acting as though he wasn't there, convincing himself he was at home with his wife and kids.

But he noticed my cock and slowed his walk then stopped two steps beyond me. He returned. He touched me as though it were a handshake to my dick. Thirty-something, boy-next-door-grown-up type.

The Kid was approaching from below and he continued to slowly feel me as the person passed. As soon as The Kid passed, the guy decided to leave as well. He'd probably wanted a three-way.

"Say hi to your wife," I said when he was out of earshot.

The guy who'd passed us returned and walked directly to me, held my cock and played with it. His shirt was open and had a nice nest in the middle of it. He was skinny and young-ish, mid-20s perhaps, Arabic? I brushed my hand across the hair on his chest, fingers tingling as much as my brain.

He shook my dick and slowly stroked it. I reached down to his shorts and into them, pulling out a rather small cock. It was nicely hard, though, and I pulled on it appreciatively. He tugged a bit at my balls and discovered the leather strap I had wrapped around my dick and balls. Almost immediately he pulled away from me, redid himself and walked away.

I'm still not sure what that was about. Perhaps he wasn't Arabic but Hindu and had a problem with leather.

The next guy to come by had a bit of a filled out middle but had a scruffy beard and manly air about him. I wasn't immediately attracted but also was horny enough to be game for just about anyone so I didn't pull away when he stepped up to me hesitantly.

After squeezing my dick in greeting he leaned over and started to intensely kiss my neck. I loved the beard bearing onto my shoulder but didn't want the hickey he seemed intent on so pulled away. I went for his shirt with one hand and his crotch with the other.

The hair on his chest was thick and burly. I buried my face into it and sucked at his nipples. He moaned. He intensified his movements on my cock.

As his cock emerged from the pants in my other hand, I looked down. The head poked out first and was huge, fully swollen, a tight big knot. Mr. Mushroom! When he brought out the shaft that followed, I was almost disappointed. For such a large knob the remainder was pretty brief.

His balls came out next and they were tied into a leather strap of his own. They too were somewhat small and tight as that huge head.

After a bit more handplay I had to get that bulb into my mouth and got onto one knee. It was luscious and large. He pushed it to the back of my throat, filling it. He could push forward into my mouth further than most men, my mustache was hard against the bone behind his pubic hair. The fit, when he was in deep as he could get, was as perfect as a plug to a drain or a hand to a glove.

I didn't notice the Kid stop and stand only a foot away. When I finally did he moved around to the other side of Mr. Mushroom. I expected the Kid to take his dick out, wanting a turn at my mouth.

Mr. Mushroom blandly tried to grope the Kid but there wasn't much passion there. I was still diligently sucking away at The Perfect Fit. The Kid eventually walked away. My mouth needed a brief break and I half stood to nuzzle that glorious nest of hair. He stroked his cock up and down my slanted inner thigh.

The head of his cock looked like a water balloon filled too full. I wanted him to splatter me with monsoon force so I returned to my knees.

Just then the Kid returned and this time he stood hip to hip with the man who commanded my attention. Because my mouth was filled by the first guy, the Kid beat off, slapping his dick against the other one as it slid in and out of my mouth. As he was about to come he pulled from my mouth. I watched as the huge red balloon finally burst and soaked my chest.

The Kid was about to come and his dick was still at mouth level so I turned to it.

'Lick it, yeah," he said with approval as I did exactly what he was describing. "Now eat it," he continued with a strain in his voice as he suddenly started to gush onto my moustache and lips. Warm and so sweet, unusually sweet. I reached onto my chin and wiped more of it into my mouth; it was like honey. When I'd finished slurping every drop of it, I reached onto my chest and brought some of the other guy's juice to my mouth but it wasn't the same, like bread after having angel food cake.

Both packed up their baskets and walked away as I wiped myself off and left the park.

Three newcomers were entering by the path I was leaving but I'd momentarily had my fill, a perfect fill with honey on top.

Next: Chapter 18: Night After Christmas


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