The Night After Christmas
It's the night after Christmas and all through ManPark Horny creatures are wandering around in the dark. One guy has tight balls, another balls that hang low. From a distance I see the one give the other a blow.
Handsome men, homeless men, boys left and right, Visions of cockrings filling them with delight. A forest of strangers, the place is alive. At my favorite tree I wait for the right moment to arrive,
Up the main path comes a group of three guys. They stop as they reach me and, to my surprise, Down come zippers, shirts off, out come their dicks. I'm a cock junkie and here comes my fix.
The moon through the trees and nippy night air Is bright enough to reveal a chest thick with hair. The second guy is smooth and has a broad chest. The third guy is bearded. I like him the best.
He starts to kiss me. The hairy guy kneels And takes both our cocks at once. I like how this feels. More rapid than eagles we all get rock hard. With four dicks between us we total a yard!
Now licking, now kissing, now wanting to fuck. Now tonguing my balls, now wanting to suck! I brush on his moustache wth my butt cheeks and dick. The smooth guy backs off, strokes his pole, nice and thick.
This guy's covered in fur from his head to his knees, I'd like to jump on him like a bear rug. "Sir, please!" A delicious purple knob extends from his crotch. The smooth guy, about to come, just wants to watch.
His eyes haze in horniness, nipples hard as rocks. The man before us swallows both our cocks! The smooth guy shows his hole, tight as a knot. The one sucking us reaches over and fingers the spot.
Smothered in beard, we continue to suck face Until soon cum is flying all over the place: All over his moustache, his tight, furry belly. The smooth guy is licking it up like it's jelly.
Slurping and groping, we're all horny elves, We keep moaning after coming, in spite of ourselves. A wink of an eye and a flick of the tongue. Warm balls in my hand. This man is well-hung!
"Great." "Wow." "I like what's in those pants." A last grope, a last taste of tongue and last glance, Laying a finger aside of our asses, We disperse through the trees and the grasses. Each in our own direction, away we go, A smile on our faces and our dicks in a glow. A wish unheard between us but still loud and clear,
"Happy hunting to all and to all a good year!"