It began with a long distance phone call to my friend back in Kansas City from where I'd moved ten months earlier. My best friend Tim was still there. I had only recently discovered ManPark and was telling him about it.
"Tim, I could go up there any and every night of the week and get some," I told him. "It amazes me."
"You're exaggerating." I wondered if I might be. "Here's your challenge, then. I wanna find out if you can get some action seven consecutive days."
"I'm sure of it. I'll be thinking of you when I visit in a half hour," I told him. And I did think of him, especially because the man-flesh I got a taste of had a nice layer of foreskin (Tim's uncut too). That was Monday. Tuesday night was the orgy that made my favorite tree my favorite tree (installment seven).
Wednesday I again waited until about midnight to go for my walk to ManPark. The paths seemed more moonlit this night, I wouldn't need the keen night vision I was developing. I casually walked around, shirt open, passed a guy at the bottom of a angling set of stone steps that led up to the main path. He was lying against the steps alone, jacking himself off. Around the corner and halfway up the next tier of steps another man was doing the same. After passing him I regretted not informing him of the former, perhaps making an introduction.
By the time I had circled around to the steps again both were gone. I walked up toward the parking lot which was at the top of the hill. It was closed off during the night. Some secluded steps are in the out-of-the-way back corner. I stopped in the most-shadowed spot halfway up. From above a young, good-looking guy started down the steps. He passed me and stopped at the bottom then turned back, stopping about three steps below me.
He rubbed his crotch slightly. I did the same. He took the three steps and joined me on the landing. I took out my pulsing cock and he licked his lips appreciatively.
He reached into his pocket and took out a condom, tore it open with his teeth and put it on.
"You married?" he muttered quietly.
"No."
"Got a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Have you sucked a cock before?"
"Yeah." I wondered if he meant in the past twenty-four hours or ever. Either way I was covered.
"I've only had my cock sucked by a guy once before."
I was already on my knees volunteering to be number two. My mouth wrapped around the condom on his meaty member, my tongue licking across the head while my lips slid down the length of him.
He put his hands at my ears and started to thrust gently. I reached up into his shirt and rubbed his nipples. He was moaning softly and his shoulders were shaking, a combination of fear and enjoyment. When he came I could feel his cock clench and unclench before each of his ejaculations. I kept my lips around his bouncing flesh-rod while I reached down to stroke myself. I felt him bending over to watch as I shot my load onto his sneakers.
"Wanna come over to my place?" he asked. "My girlfriend is out of town."
"I'd like to but have to work in the morning and it's late," I said, wishing it were the weekend.
Walking away, I wondered how he'd come to find out about ManPark though he'd only been blown by a guy once. And how many of the usual wanderers were straight guys who liked a more experienced mouth than could be had at home around their dicks once in a while?
Thursday night I wandered around then parked myself under the tree where the orgy had been two nights earlier, my favorite tree ever since. I was ready for more of the same. And what little shyness I might have had was long gone.
I had on a pair of slightly-torn underwear and wanted to show them off, wanted them torn the rest of the way off me with my hardon sticking out of them. I dropped my pants and took my cock out through one of the holes. A person arrived in the light at the top of the path. I saw him in glimpses of light as his silhouette approached. I held myself by the balls.
He was over six feet tall and built large, looked like a baseball or football coach. His prematurely grey, curly hair was short-cut. He was someone I'd otherwise consider unattainable - way too straight-appearing and almost aloof - but here he was, stopped in front of me. He stroked my cock as he opened his fly and took out his own. It was only a little longer than my own but more than twice as thick around. I could barely close my hand around it.
I was so turned on looking at it that I was able to take the whole thing in my mouth though there was no room for my tongue to move at all. He began fucking my face and I reached to stroke his pendulous balls. I noticed that there was no hair on them and as I reached up to put my hand around the base of his fat thing, I noted his crotch also was shaven. Knowing he'd be extra-sensitive, I reluctantly pulled my mouth off his wide sausage and began to eagerly but softly lick him from scrotum to navel, up one side, down the other.
He was thrusting involuntarily as I raised my mouth again to take that irresistable dick. His rocking caused the huge balls to slap against my goatee. He started to come without his cock being touched and I leaned back to let him shower onto me. He reached down to lift me slightly and pull me against his still-pulsing cock. His come trickled down my stomach and stopped at the waistband of the torn underwear I still wore.
He leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth, his nose nestling into his own come. As he pressed forward and my dickhead hit the back of his throat, he grabbed at the hole in the underwear through which I was poking out and snapped his elbows outward, tearing them in half. My balls tightened from the slight breeze and I started to shoot into the tightness of his throat. He pulled back and I ejaculated a third time onto his withdrawing mustache. His tongue slipped from his mouth, lapped the heavy drop from it and returned to his mouth.
My knees buckled but he had his hands on my ribs and caught me. As I regained my strength, he pulled his pants closed and zipped himself then turned and walked away. I was glad he hadn't cheapened the shared experience with the insufficient "thank you" some say afterward. Words would have made imperfect what had been a perfect bliss.
Friday night I had a birthday party to attend and wondered if I would have a chance to keep my consecutive streak going. I got home from work at my usual afternoon time and had a few hours to kill before I had to leave for the party.
"What the hell, I might as well go up there now," I said to myself and headed out the door into the summer evening sunshine. "Do things go on up there when it's light out?" I wondered (and I laugh, years later, knowing the answer to that one).
There were cars parked along the road coming down from the parking lot and as I walked past one I saw the driver had his cock out and the precum glistened on the head of it. His free hand motioned me to join him in the car. Even though he was handsome and enticing I worried that passing cars would cause too much interruption and I walked on.
No one was on the main path so I took the off-shoot path that's a dead end. Near the end of it I turned to go back and saw a movement ahead of me. Someone else was taking the route I just had taken. As he came more fully into view I saw his cock was out of his pants and was half hard. When he noticed me he began to unbutton his shirt and I thought I was seeing a mirage.
His hair was jet black and thick, almost no hint of skin to be seen through it. He was covered from voice box to belt and from side to side.
"Kinda lonely back here, isn't it?" he asked.
"Not any more," I answered and bent forward to bury my nose into the thick center of his chest. His cock was tall and slender like he was and I suddenly realized I was in a rare mood. I wanted him in me like a junkie wants a needle.
Behind the tree where we stood the hillside begins to rise sharply. As I squated to take off my shoes I fell onto my back against the hillside. My pants were half down and I could feel my asshole quivering.
"Don't get up," he said, reaching forward to take off my shoes and then sliding my pants the rest of the way down my legs. He undid his own trousers and slipped them down to his ankles. Leaning slightly forward he put his knees into the hillside and was at a perfect angle to enter me. He held onto my legs and pressed them against his luxurious chest. The hair tickled my legs into an erotic frenzy.
As he entered me I grabbed onto the ivy on both sides of me. He started slowly but as he picked up the pace my legs slipped down his shoulders and onto his hips. I could feel the head of his dick had nearly doubled in size inside of me. As he rocked back and forth I began to massage my balls against the nest of hair at the base of his navel. He reached down and began to stroke me in time to his fucking. I stared into his deep blue eyes and then past them, to the blue sky.
He was close to coming when he stopped thrusting and leaned over me. I brought my hands up to his chest now within reach and rocked my ass back and forth, burying my fingers in the lush fur on his stomach then inching my fingertips slowly up from his waist to his neck. With my hands around his neck he lifted me and stood, his hard cock still fully inside me.
He turned around and sat where he had lifted me from. My feet again on the ground, I lifted and dropped myself onto the love pole I danced upon. As he braced to come, he half stood and arched his back causing my head and torso to fall backwards. He held onto my knees and leaned back so our weights counterbalanced each other. I started to come as his hips gave a massive involuntary thrust. My come shot onto my chest and rolled down to my neck and behind my ears, into my hairline. My overflowing ass leaked come onto my back as well and it rolled down my back to the nape of my neck.
He slid his cock out of me but still had me held at the knees. I did a sit-up and ended crouched over him, my still tingling member loosely draped on his abdomen.
"That's a nice one," he commented, reaching out to shake it gently. The head was being tickled by the thick-shag between his ribs and navel, making me start to get hard again. "And a live one."
"You've got the body that most turns me on," I confessed. "My cock reacts automatically like this when my eyes see what I'm seeing now."
He slid his body slowly down, my still quivering asshole feeling the tickle of his chest as he moved slowly past it. He lapped at my balls and my cock was fully hard by now. As he started to take it in his mouth, I raised myself up onto all fours and, without taking my cock from the tonguing he was giving it, turned myself around, tossing one leg over his head. On all fours now, I fucked his face and stroked his furry torso, rapidly, up and down, from hips to ear lobes, fur everywhere, shoving my pelvis into his face. It was a quick, sloppy, second coming. I collapsed onto him and was reminded of a soft bear-rug a friend has at his cabin.
Back home I had just enough time for a quick shower before being fashionably late for the birthday party.
Next installment: Saturday, Sunday and Monday a Second Time