Why "my favorite tree" in ManPark is such: this happened about five or six years ago when I was first discovering the glories of the place.
I waited about an hour later than the previous night to visit ManPark. The cloud cover was much different and made the paths darker. ManPark is a great place to hone one's night vision. As soon as I arrived I could sense a lot of men in the vicinity. Walking down the paved road I passed some eight to ten men, most walking but a few standing in recesses between the trees which lined the pavement. Thirty stone steps lead from the paved road up to the main path. I mounted them and stopped.
The overflow from the crowded road was populating the path - there were men all over the park this evening: big, small, young, middle-aged, pretty, butch, all horny. Two men with wrestlers' builds walked past me, going the opposite direction. The taller one eyed me hungrily.
"There's a two-way looking for a third," I thought to myself. A man I'd noticed a few times on earlier visits (but wasn't attracted to) passed, following the wrestlers. "And they'll have it," I chuckled.
I continued another ten steps or so, paused briefly, then turned around to investicate the accuracy of my predicition. At the tree mid-way up the back half of the main path the wrestlers had stopped. One had his back to the tree and the other was on his knees before him, sucking away. And they had found their three-way but it wasn't the guy I had recognized. An average-looking guy was kissing the chest of the wrestler against the tree. I stopped about four feet from them.
The wrestler on his knees was the taller one and he turned to see me standing there. He again looked me over and stood, walked over to me, his shirt pulled over his head revealing a chest thick with blond fur. He reached out one hand to my crotch and gently pulled me toward the tree. As he returned to his knees he undid my pants. I had one hand stroking his chest, the other stroking his friend's hairless but muscled pecs. Their "third" continued jacking off and kissing the neck of the wrestler whose back was to the tree.
A man passed behind the four of us and continued up into the darkness. Ten feet away, he stopped, turned, pulled out his young hardon, watching the four of us in our exploratory frenzy. The young guy cut the distance between himself and us in half but still didn't join us.
From behind him another man came down the path, slightly older than the four of us and nowhere near as shy as the young guy watching. He joined us immediately, actually going to his hands and knees to be able to suck the wrestler who had my cock in his mouth. The young guy took another step closer and I reached out my hand, inviting him to join the five of us.
His cock was still out of his pants and I greeted it with a soft handshake before cupping his balls in my palm. The wrestler sucking me returned his attention to his buddy still standing with his back to the tree. I went to my knees, pants still around my knees, and began to suck the large balls I'd been fondling.
From up the path we were joined by yet another, an older man, slightly paunchy. "Oh, oh," I thought when he stopped, "someone's about to be rejected." But the "third" reached his hand out from the pile of flesh he was part of and guided the new arrival's dick to his mouth as I continued tonguing the young guy's package. I reached up to lift back his shirt and was wonderfully surprised to find a mature growth of thick, dark curls.
Where the eighth guy arrived from I don't know, having lost track after six, but suddenly I counted eight of us. All eight had their dicks out and half had mouths busy. Actually it was more than half because the tall wrestler was again getting sucked while sucking the latest newcomer.
The guy I was enjoying was close to coming so I eased up and let my hand jack him off. His come splashed onto my cheek and shoulder. Seconds later he was zipping up and walked away. I was close to coming and stood up.
The taller wrestler was on all fours but not in the expected way. He was arched backward, chest toward the stars. Leaning backward, he was being fucked in the face by one of the latest arrivals and was being sucked by another. His stomach and gloriously furred chest were spread before me like a table with a feast. I took three steps forward, slowing stroking myself. Just as I reached him I started to shoot onto the altar of him. Across from me another guy was standing above the wrestler also and his come splashed onto mine. Watching the two of us come onto this altar, the guy fucking his face shot his load also.
I made my way from the group that had now dwindled to seven and returned home. Relating this story I'm kicking myself for not staying and waiting to see if the size of the crowd would stay somewhat constant or if it disbanded soon thereafter. Outside of a bathhouse, this was the largest orgy scene I'd been part of and thus is why I gravitate to my favorite tree when visiting ManPark.
Two years later I was dating a man who mentioned the park and having been there a few times. I said I'd also been there, including one wild night being part of an eight-way. "Where at?" he asked, and I described the tree. He laughed and asked a few more questions. Comparing details I ascertained that he was the "third" when I became the fourth. It was a wild coincidence and we went to ManPark together once after that, imitating the two wrestlers looking for a "third" but we weren't as successful. If we had been I would be telling that story instead of this one.