It was one of the first hot days of summer, the kind that best ends in a cool night of sex at ManPark. Despite the near discomfort of the heat, just the thought of what fun would be had later tonight made me horny.
I headed to ManPark to make an afternoon tour in the heat. I was walking a block or so from there as a white pickup passed behind me on the road. Was it only my imagination or did he slow down just so I could check him out?
All men, well, most at least, are my type. But even so, this man was the whole snow cone to fit my tastes in this heat: bearded, dark brown and grown off the face, not just a sod covering on the jowls. He looked about ten years younger than me, the usual age people guess that I am.
I turned, as I'd planned, into the park, stepped onto the path and walked a short ways. Was that crunching gravel I heard? A vehicle had pulled up and parked where I'd entered the park.
Through the trees I could see it was a white pickup. I lost all attention except knowing I had to have him.
Then I noticed another car had also pulled up on the gravel. I stepped out from where I was enough so that both drivers noticed me. Then I retreated a step or two.
The door to the pickup opened and I looked over my shoulder to see if he was following me or going to the other vehicle. He was following me.
He was shirtless and had the chest of a god, a hair god, the one I worship in my most Edenic dreams. Not so hairy that he was covered front and back. But thickly padded in the brown of his beard in a kite-shaped blanket of soft pubic hairs.
I turned into the first cul-de-sac and he passed the entrance to it and went further up the path, turned and looked through the trees to me. We grabbed our crotches simultaneously. I felt my knees melt.
But he suddenly moved his eyes to the path. The guy from the car was coming toward us. I could see him better and saw he was no menace. His eyebrows were arched in a horny way and he knew what he was walking into.
But it hadn't gotten far enough along and the Ten was spooked. He continued on the path. I stayed where I was. The newcomer continued on the path.
There's no way they're getting together without me, I told myself and left the cul de sac, following them.
The Ten had stopped at a tree which acts as a gate to a clearing. The newcomer had passed him and was in the clearing.
But he was now the uncomfortable one. Maybe he felt like a caged animal. It's a feeling I could have handled right then. But he retraced his steps, passed the Ten still leaning on the tree ahead of me, then passed me with a lost look on his once-horny face.
I was so concerned about getting with the Ten that I barely noticed him. He was mid-30s, looked like an insurance salesman or accountant who didn't wear white shirt and tie. I'd have followed him any other day.
I started to walk toward the Ten as he started to return to where I was. He passed by me on the narrow path, seeming to follow the other guy.
"Nice day," he said, lowly. He was my height, medium build, a perfect medium, sculpted but not buff, his nipples just inches from mine as we passed.
"It sure is," I replied without thinking, all my nerve endings focused on my fingers as they stroked his chest lightly. I curled my fingers into a light fist and the back of my fingers brushed the delicious pile.
I stopped. He kept walking. I waited five seconds then followed.
The newcomer had left the path and returned to his vehicle. The Ten stopped before taking the last curve in the path.
I kept walking but instead of following him, I turned onto another path. He clearly saw me.
This path descends sharply and takes a blind turn, a perfect place to play away. I stopped a few feet beyond and below the curve.
He waited a minute or two but was soon at the place where the paths diverge. He took a few more steps and turned, immediatly stopping.
He was about six feet from me, about three feet higher than me. His body language showed me he was going to come no closer, at least not yet.
I undid my pants and was jacking off in a sort of automatic response to this man before me. If he were a model in a porn magazine, it would be my favorite.
The beard was as perfect as the plush carpet my eyes were feasting in. His eyes were the same intense brown and showed the pleasure he was taking in causing the hard on he saw in my hand.
He nodded his head as I jacked off, his eyes nodding between my eyes and my hand on my dick.
He opened his shorts and let them drop a few inches down his legs. His cock was thin but lengthy. His balls were loose and hung nicely behind his little finger. He lightly licked his lips. I was about to step forward to take a closer look and taste of the amazing sight before me when we both noticed someone else on the path.
It wasn't the previous guy who'd been there but they could have been brothers or clones. He stopped far enough away to not intrude but where he could see me facing him but could only see the Ten's back.
I came immediately. The Ten packed up his zipper quickly without coming. I continued to stare as his perfection, every hair of him, his heavenly chest, his Jesus beard, all jacking off above and slightly away from me like a cross on an altar.
The new newcomer started walking again and passed the path we were occupying, went on toward the clearing. The Ten walked toward his pickup and the parking lot but stopped.
As I passed him, I said, "Guess this is the place to be today." He nodded and I left him to follow the second newcomer and spread the wealth.
A few hours later the heat had finally subsided somewhat and I returned to the park for the delights of dusk. There were various male bodies at the periphery of the park as though waiting for the coming cover of darkness until they'd plunge in.
The path was empty as I entered the park itself. No one was around. I passed the cul de sac and the clearing and got onto the main path with my favorite tree and the balcony.
Before either of those places is the long stone steps. At the foot of them was a newspaper. I stopped and picked it up.
At the top of the steps, far above, was a silhouette of a nicely put together man.
The dusk was settling as he began to descend the steps. I put the newspaper down and continued on the path, passing the stump that used to be my favorite tree and going to the balcony, a flat square of ground overlooking a cliff and highway.
I had barely gotten there when the same silhouette I'd seen from afar was right behind me. He wore shorts and, though it was getting dark, sunglasses, the kind a patrolman would wear.
I hadn't settled into a horny mood yet until I saw him grab his crotch and make a bundle of his machinery. It was impressive machinery.
The tree on the balcony has a large node at its base, a perfect seat. I sat and opened my pants. The guy in sunglasses nodded his silent approval.
Just when I thought he'd join me, he was distracted by something up on the main path, not far away. He turned to look at me again, gave me an odd thumbs up and walked away.
He'd obviously seen something that interested him more than I did so I quickly put myself together and stood. I was about to leave when the movement of someone approaching stopped me.
He was thirty-something, not big, not small, not pretty but certainly not ugly, butch but plain, almost awkward. Shorts! Everyone but me today was wearing shorts. He was wearing shorts.
He stepped onto the balcony with no hesitation. I sat back down and he stood with his back to the tree beside the one I leaned against. His crotch was at my face level.
As he opened his fly, the guy in glasses returned. This time he didn't stop before stepping onto the balcony. As he stepped up to the both of us, an exquisite cock fell from the shorts of the man already at my side.
"Meat" is a tired cliché, but this was meat: m-e-a-t-u-s!
It wasn't fully hard but wasn't soft either. He held it in his hand like a waiter presenting a bottle of wine. I wanted the whole bottle.
The guy in sunglasses pulled out his machinery and I saw that it was a poor second-cousin to the one inches from my mouth which took its first taste. Ten inches. I didn't blink.
Ten bent over and began to suck on the guy in glasses. Ten reached down and was able to grab my cock and stroke it gently as he slurped above me. I slurped at his pole like it was my first time and my last.
His balls were dangly and I played with them briefly with my hands before letting my tongue do the playing. The guy in glasses was already about to come and this made Ten drop my dick and focus more on popping the other guy's load.
I took the chance to increase my own sucking rhythm. As the guy in glasses exhaled and drained himself into Ten's mouth, I expected Ten to come into mine but he held back.
As the guy in glasses zipped and departed, Ten reached back down to my aching balls. He cupped his hand under my ass and pulled me up toward him. He half sat back himself and put me on the one knee he made.
My right hand now started to pump the plump dick again at my side as his lips jumped up and down my own. He knew by how hard I was that I could come any second now.
He himself was still as hard and as huge as when he'd first pulled that mass from its wrappings. All the while I'd worked it with my tongue it had thrust appropriately but never got rock solid.
His bobbing up and down on my jerking middle did its magic and when I came there was not a drop wasted. As he slowly swallowed my offering, he jacked himself off, slapping that monster against my hand as my fingers fondled his smooth, moist sack of flesh.
Something that sounded close to "I'm going to come" came from his lips and I slipped myself off his knee, falling back onto my legs.
"Shoot me," I directed, positioning my chin to his huge knob. It began to gush its warm waterfall onto my goatee and then onto my chest. He was panting and pounding in rhythm that slowed as his new upheavals of come slowed.
"I've got friends waiting," he said as he apologetically rushed off.
Nothing to apologize for, believe me.