Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2000 14:50:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinkamajig@webtv.net
Subject: Consecutive Streak

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