Tonight's five way under the full moon was nothing compared to the excitement I found myself in last night. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Last night I arrived at ManPark just about dusk. The road was still open and a car was parked near the front of the park. The man behind the wheel watched as I went directly to the path toward the woods and the merry wilderness.
It didn't take him long to follow me, a middle-aged man with balding head and pot belly. When he found me I was already jacking off and he stood and just watched. After a bit of that he reached down to unzip but then as quickly stopped and moved back.
I'd been so focused on him I'd not noticed the man slinking toward us from the left. When I did notice him he was already on his knees and at close enough to put my cock in his mouth which he did, warm, wet, slow.
My hands steadied myself on his shoulders which had a sweaty hairiness to them, broad and beefy. A redhead, I could barely tell in the new darkness. My dick completed the last step to iron hard. I shoved my hips forward and rocked as he swallowed me whole.
I leaned back on the tree behind me and relaxed every muscle of my body but those keeping my legs standing. He moaned a few times appreciatively and I was in a semi-swoon. Enjoying it enough to want to make it last, I looked around for some mental diversion and saw the guy that had followed me from his car still standing off about fifteen feet to the right. Pot-belly or not, he should be enjoying the kind of sensuality we were. I made a broad motion inviting him over.
He didn't hesitate and was soon beside us. The bulk of a man didn't let up from sucking me. The new-comer undid his zipper at least for the third time and pulled out a semi-hard tube of fleshy fullness big around as a sausage! Pink and uncut, it almost glowed in the darkness. I kept my lower back against the tree but leaned the rest of my torso over far enough to get my lips around it.
My movement was enough for redhead to notice we'd been joined but he didn't miss a slurp and kept pulling me toward a sloppy orgasm. The sausage I had in my mouth got fully hard and the hips behind it started pounding into my face. It was a kind of furious enjoyment he was getting, as if it were a rare pleasure and he was going to ride it to its height.
The redhead was bobbing on my dick at least as fast as the other guy slammed at my lips, hurting them with a pain that was easy to ignore, replaced by the sensation of a mouth as full of cock as it could ever be. Without breaking or changing his rhythm, I felt the sudden quick shot of his come at the back of my throat, watery and quick as a slammed shot of rye.
As if it traveled directly from my mouth to my own dick, I came next and the redhead used his hands on my hips to pummel me into his mouth as I did. I was limp as a Raggedy Andy doll in his hands and he shook me with an intent glee. It felt like I came for minutes and minutes and more minutes. When I emerged from the underwater feeling, the guy from the car was already at the corner and then out of sight. The redhead slid slowly from my softening cock and crawled slowly backwards and wordlessly away. I sagged against the tree and waited for my breathing to be controlled then pulled up my pants and zipped them, slowly stumbling away.
I walked around awhile in a sort of trance but eventually found myself at the site of what had been my favorite tree, now toppled and cut down. It's strange how even the worst events can sometimes bring about good things: the stump that my favorite tree left is like a bench with a back: a throne! I was sitting there, tar from the still-trying-to-live tree soiling my seat and back of my shirt. I took it off and felt the sap on my back, dark and sticky.
A few men were wandering by but none of them caught my attention until a man of medium build walked by in the darkness pushing his bike. He was wearing shorts, probably in his early 30s, very fit but not overly muscled, conservative haircut on what must have been dark blond hair had there been sunlight instead of moonlight. He stopped about five feet past me and just looked me up and down as if analyzing the situation.
He let another few men pass us by before he approached me and we talked, the typical empty "nice night" kind of chatter it must have been or I'd remember more specifically. I was still in the throes of horniness too so my memory for something as irrelevant as conversation isn't there. I do seem to remember his flirting included, "You're cute" to me just before he undid his shorts and pulled out a nicely average endowment, making my lips duly water.
I was giving him a great blowjob as strangers continued to walk past, not missing a beat of their pacing. My hands roamed up his hard chest as I continued to drink at his water fountain, pulling and pulling from his hose. He rested his butt against the seat of his bike and rocked slightly and I dived and swallowed.
He reached down to pull at my cock, a nice twin to his. By this time my shirt was off and my pants down. He gestured as if to lift me so I moved from the "seat" of the throne to sitting on the "back" of it, my feet now on the seat. He lapped at my lap like a friendly pup and nibbled the head of my cock before taking it all.
It seems strange now that only the one man stopped and tried to join us out of all the strangers going by. He was an older man and had waited untill we were into a universe of two, so he stood nearby but didn't force the issue and was happy to be ignored and watching.
I eventually was seated again and drinking away at the biker's dick rocking over my lips and tongue. When he got close to coming, he pulled out and beat off over my dick, letting loose a flow of white lava that covered my dick with come that was then joined by an eruption of my own. Both of us were panting reservedly, audible but not obnoxious. Strangers continued to pass in studied oblivion. The older man had backed away enough to be out of the picture and I don't know or care if our getting off got him off. I hope so.
We parted with some earnest gratitude and platitudes, "Oh, that was great, that was nice," etc. And it had been so! I was at a level of sexual satisfaction I'd almost forgotten existed, a weariness that makes me want only one thing: just a little more sex.
I put my clothes together and slowly left the area of my former favorite tree, now my favorite throne. Up the path in the darkness I walked, much slower than even my most practiced slow walking.
Half way up to the tree at the foot of the stairs in a shadow stood a bulky short man, stocky and dark-haired. Too much my type. Without my consent, my knees buckled and I was on them beside him. He stood motionless. I kneeled and stayed motionless. One minute passed.
He muttered something under his breath, a sound of disgust I thought, and he seemed to turn as if to walk away. Instead the motion turned into him unzipping and pulling out a tiny soft dick which he then presented to my mouth. I sucked at it frantically, first to get it hard and then to give him a sense of appreciation equal to the man behind the extra-large and medium cocks I'd already sucked that evening. He even came, a bitter sort of come that pleased me all the same.
I stayed on my knees, crumpled in relaxation, awhile longer and then eventually left ManPark for home.
Still in my "one more" addiction, I returned to ManPark tonight, a beautiful full moon also a part of the draw. I arrived and went directly to the water fountain where I wet my lips then descended the first set of steps.
At the bottom of the steps in the darkness sat a man in a Baseball Cap. He wore white shorts and loafers and a sport shirt that showed he was in his early twenties. His elbows were on his knees and he stared into the darkness at a couple who were six to eight feet in front of him at the base of the tree.
Of the two at the tree, the one with his back to the tree also had a white baseball cap and looked to be about the same age and build as the one who sat at my feet. I had stopped just short of reaching him and stood at the right of the flight of steps whereas he was sitting at the far left. For many minutes the four of us stayed in our places: two in the darkness at the tree making furtive, silent movements, White Cap sitting at the bottom of the steps, me slightly higher and standing.
About the same time I took my dick out to start jacking off, White Cap leaned back and started to do the same, still sitting there. Almost immediately after that a guy arrived from lower on the path, down where my favorite throne was. He stopped when he got to the couple at the tree and joined them, getting to his knees pretty quickly. He was in white shorts too and was a short, dark-haired man, probably about 30. With the group at the tree now numbering three, I took a few steps further down and reached the bottom of the stairs, moving to my left and standing before White Cap.
He made it seem like it was work for him to pay me any attention but when he did, it was worthwhile. He manhandled me, being a bit rough in bringing my crotch to his face for an introductory taste. His hands were almost as broad as my entire chest and he worked them up and down my torso with brusqueness that made me slightly on guard. He took his hand and clenched my cock at its base below my balls then waved my package around before putting it back into his mouth and working up and down mechanically, neither fast nor slow.
Thinking he might get rougher than I'd like, I turned around as if to join the newly formed three way at the tree. He thought I was offering him my ass and he grabbed at my hips and held me back, fingering my ass and kneading my asscheeks like playdough. This got him to moaning and weakened his grasp enough for me to be able to stride forward and join the group at the tree.
He followed me and immediately left me and went to the far side of the group from where I planted myself on my knees beside the short guy. White Cap began kissing the other White Cap and I sensed they'd been the original two to cruise each other and had each been too timid to join the other until the other three of us arranged it for them.
I tried sucking at the handsome cock before me (the second White Cap) but the short guy was only giving it up seconds at a time to teasingly play with the others' cocks. I finally gave up on getting more than a hand-feel, putting my hand around the base of his cock and warm balls much like White Cap had done to me while the short man kept sucking him.
I think we each got what we wanted and were satisfied with: the White Cap got to kiss the other one so like him who got to come in the Short Guy's mouth (which is surely what Short Guy wanted) and the other guy came over his shoulder a second later. Watching from the side, more or less, my hand holding the twitching and coming base of the second White Cap's cock, I came myself and let it land on the legs of the Short Guy.
We all seemed to suddenly think the situation was awkward but moments before had all been in the thick enjoyment of it. We sort of sheepishly packed up our privates and regained our clothes and parted ways. Not even the two White Caps went off together. It was a sort of boring five way under the full moon but you'd have thought "boring five way" to be an oxymoron unless I'd told you the story of the large/medium/small cock party of the night before when I'd ended up covered in sticky tar from my legs to my back and enjoyed it like the tar-baby I am and love to be. I'm anxious to try out my favorite throne (my only throne, but once my favorite tree) again!