Saturday night I walked through ManPark en route to my favorite bar. No one struck my fancy though there were some ten or fifteen men wandering around the paths and unused road. Perhaps I was still in a satisfied glow from the afternoon encounter on Friday.
A couple friends were at the bar and I ended up there until closing. Walking back toward the park I passed a convenience store where the week before the clerk had been alone when I walked in and had taken me into the back room where I sucked his cock. But that's another story. Tonight he was talking to a goateed man in a red shirt. I continued on to ManPark and up the hundred and twenty-three steps which were the back entrance to ManPark.
Walking onto the main path I was passed by a man wearing only tennis shoes. He was carrying his cutoffs and a tee-shirt in his left hand. I was surprised while not being surprised.
A small but well-built man stood at my favorite tree. I walked past him and stopped. He stepped up to me and grabbed his crotch with one hand and mine with his other. I reached out and slid my hand into his partly open shirt. The hair there was stiff and curly, not overly thick but profuse. I massaged a nipple and he opened my shirt to do the same. I reached down to his cock and began to stroke it. It was smaller than my own but the balls were extraordinarily large. I got to my knees but he pulled me up.
"Want to come to my house?" he asked in a voice that first made me think he was retarded.
"Um," I hesitated. "I'm not sure." I saw he was watching my lips more than my eyes and realized he was deaf.
"I live close," he said.
"OK, sure," I answered, ready for a change of scenery, wondering if I could still do it on a bed.
As we walked we made the usual small talk. He had sparkling blue eyes and an easy smile beneath a very kissable mustache. At his apartment we disposed of verbal communication and spoke in body language for the next two hours.
When I left his apartment to walk the twelve blocks home the sun was already shining. I got home and should have gone to bed but wasn't sleepy yet. After channel-surfing for about an hour, I started to think of ManPark. I had learned on Friday how early (or had I?) in the evening things could happen there. How late in the morning, I wondered, would men still be there? It was about 7:00 a.m. on Sunday and I headed out the door.
The place was like a new world in the morning. Birds were chirping everywhere. A soft sunlight made the place glow. A man I'd seen there five hours earlier wandered slowly up the road. He wasn't unattractive but there was some chemistry missing between us.
I walked to the water fountain and leaned down to drink. As I stood, a young blonde cowboy appeared from nowhere and walked past. He was stocky and solid and wore a neckerchief.
"Good morning," he said and continued on.
"Hi, there," I responded with a hint of lust in my voice.
He glanced back at me just as he turned the corner into the public restroom near the front of the park. I walked the opposite direction to Winter Grove where I stood and could see when he left the restroom.
After a few minutes of waiting I returned and walked past the restroom where I saw him standing at the slightly open window. I entered. His pants were down and I could see both his fuzzy ass and ample sausage he was stroking. I approached, my hard-on immediately swelling in my pants. I opened my pants and a smile came to his lips. He got to his knees but jumped up when a car door slamming was heard outside.
"I'm a little nervous in here," I said, zipping my dick back into my pants. I went for the door hoping he would follow but he didn't.
I decided to take one last walk on the main paath and go home, mornings weren't my thing I decided. A few steps past my favorite tree I glanced down into The Grove and thought I saw a flash of red through the thick foliage.
A quick left and a few steps down the short path, I entered the grove slowly. The goateed man I'd seen at the convenience store after the bar visit was on his knees before a young black man who looked up to me bt didn't try to interrupt the blowjob he was so enjoying.
Hearing my approach the goateed man stopped momentarily but resumed his gobbling when he saw that my pants were already undone. I neared them and reached out to caress the black man's chest. The goateed man fondled my crotch and massaged my balls then pulled my pants to the ground. Pulling his own pants down and never missing a beat of the blowjob he was expertly administering, he turned his ass toward me. It was a little chubby but inviting. From his pocket he pulled some lube and held it toward me.
Kneeling down, I first massaged his ass and then applied some lube to my thumb which I used to loosen him up. My other hand reached around to find his fat and pudgy cock which he'd kept hidden since pulling down his pants.
Stroking him with my left hand I lubed my own dick with my right and entered him slowly, causing him to gasp and lose his rhythm for the first time since I'd arrived on the scene. I teased him with just my cockhead but then joined his rocking motion when he resumed blowing the black guy who lifted his shirt over his head. Turned on by a cock in his mouth and another in his ass, the goateed guy started rocking more feverishly back and forth on both of them. Suddenly he half stood up, abandoning the blowjob and fully sitting on my throbbing meat. He came and it shot through the air and over the black guy's shoulders. A third spurt didn't have as much velocity and wet the black man's neck where it glistened in the sunlight.
When he'd come his ass had clenched my dick but I resumed pumping, ready to come. Before I could he pulled away and crawled on his knees a few feet away, stopping at a tree. The black man, still hard, stepped forward and I took over his unfinished blowjob. I felt a hand at my ass that was a farther reach than he could be making. I pulled off and looked back.
How long the cowboy from the restroom had been there I'm not sure but he had his pants completely off and cowboy boots back on. His shirt was open revealing a thick line of hair from nipple to nipple, long, dark, straight. He shifted around to stand beside the black man and began to kiss him. Their cocks playfully bounced off each other inches from my face. I took both in my mouth at once and swooned. The black guy started rocking which got the cowboy to do the same while they continued kissing above me.
As the black man began to moan and breath in shorter gasps, the cowboy pulled his cock from my mouth and dropped to his knees.
"Fuck me like you did that guy," he said, indicating the goateed one still collapsed at the nearby tree who watched us expressionlessly.
I took a couple steps backward on my knees and dropped my face to the cowboy's furry cheeks. I brushed my nose and tongue across them then focused my tongue on his rosy hole. I licked him in a circular motion, finally plunging my tongue into his ass.
"Oh, fuck me," he begged with his mouth full of cock.
"I'm coming," the black man muttered and, indeed, he was. I stood and entered the cowboy's warm, wet ass just as the come started leaking from his mouth. I reached around to jack him off and stroked him twice, plunging my dick into him at the same time. On the third stroke and plunge I exploded inside him and he covered my hand with a geyser of warm, sticky man juice.
The black man took a step back and collapsed on the goateed man already there. The cowboy leaned his back against my chest, my cock still pulsing inside his ass. He was still rocking almost imperceptively but my cock could feel it.
"Wild.... Wild..." The black man was talking to no one in particular. I craned my head around to kiss the cowboy whose lips were brimming with come. Rubbing his chest with my come-covered hand, I lifted him from my lap.
I pulled my pants up and found my watch in my pocket: 8:30 a.m.
(Next installment: Sunday Night and Monday the Second Time)