Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2000 13:25:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinkamajig@webtv.net
Subject: Consecutive Three

I'd had fun and more in ManPark six days or nights in a row. Sunday
night as I walked there I realized I'd be happy even if the streak were
to end at six. But I had told Tim back in Kansas City that I could find
sex there a week solid, and I'm not one to lie so I continued.

A car was parked outside the main entrance. Someone sat behind the wheel
so I walked close enough to see if maybe someone was with him giving him
head. He was alone and close up he looked like a young Gregory Harrison,
handsome and striking. I continued past him and into ManPark.

I took an immediate right and wandered down the paved road. Winter
Garden, a cluster of trees, was just ahead of me. I noticed a guy on a
bike, bearded, the long straggly kind that I liked to imagine fucking.

I continued to Winter Garden and stopped, no one around me. Bike Guy
returned and stopped at the far edge of the trees twenty feet back. He
got off his bike and entered the trees. I imagined someone was in there
though I'd not noticed anything when I'd walked past.

After a few minutes I strolled by and no one was there. I turned around
again and continued down the road. At the other end of the grove I heard
rustling on my right. Bike Guy and bike emerged from the trees. He was
no longer shy at all, had his cock out, average size, and was stroking
it. I followed suit.

We walked toward each other and just as we touched someone was seen
coming up the road from below. We stepped a step away from each other.
The stranger approached, mid-40s, short and pudgy. I didn't want him to
join us so I walked away when he stopped. Bike Guy didn't follow.

I stopped, waited a bit then backtracked. Halfway back to where I'd left
Bike Guy, the guy from the car walked on to the path. He stopped, still
reminding me of a young Gregory Harrison. I stopped. Ten feet away, Bike
Guy was where I'd left him. Stranger, who'd interrupted us, was still
three feet past Bike Guy too. Young Greg took a few steps down the road
but then stopped again.

We were in an odd square, each wanting something similar but
differently. I wanted most to fuck Bike Guy's beard but could feel Young
Greg's attention to me. It sure made me want him also. Stranger wanted
Bike Guy it seemed. The four of us stood there, surveying the other
three, tension in the air almost more visible than hands and crotches.

Bike Guy broke the tension by looking directly at me and grinning
widely. I grinned back and then had to walk away for fear of laughing
out loud. I went to the edge of Winter Garden and Bike Guy followed. We
stopped and again began to fondle each other. I nuzzled my chin and nose
into his profuse beard.

Young Greg was close enough to see this and turned his body to face us
more directly. After a minute he drew near and took his cock out, thick
and meaty. Bike Guy and I had our cocks out by then also, so the three
of us stood in a triangle and jacked off. The Stranger came closer but
kept his distance.

I wanted more than just jacking myself off and dropped to my knees,
moving first toward Young Greg's scrumptious erect pole but he drew back
sharply. I redirected myself to Bike Guy's cock and he came on my chin
as soon as my breath touched it. I reached up, taking some in my hand as
I swept it up to my nose to inhale the murky sweetness. My hand sticky
with his come, I reached over to jack off Young Greg who then came on my
shoulder as I came on the ground.

The Stranger had just started getting turned on my all the heavy
breathing he heard coming from our direction and took his cock out to
start jacking off just as we all were zipping or buttoning up and
departing. Bike Guy got back on his bike and headed up the hill. Young
Greg walked briskly back to the front of the park. I had a slow, relaxed
and satisfied lope. When I reached the front of the park, Young Greg got
into his car. I nodded an acknowledgement, about the only communication
between any of us since Bike Guy's grin at me long before we three had
come. Overall it had been a comic encounter and I wondered if I should
stay for something more lusty.

On Monday I called Tim, long-distance.

"I wasn't kidding," I told him. "We talked last Monday and I've been
there every day or night since and have gotten some. Had an eight-way
one night, Tim, swear to God. Was that last Tuesday? I've lost track.
And yesterday morning a four-way a couple hours after sunrise."

"You're a pig," he scolded me.

"And proud of it," I finished.

"Are you gonna try for eight in a row?" he asked.

"Why not?"

A few hours later I was under the tree at The Point, the midway mark on
the main path in ManPark. I'd been followed by a young, shaggy-bearded
stud. He looked like a country bumpkin but with just enough city
prettiness. His kiss was wide-mouthed and eager. He held me in a strong
embrace and seemed ready to pull me entirely into himself with his kiss.
My hands kneaded his upper chest and shoulders then my fingers reached
up to gently tug his wild beard growth. Pulling my lips away from his, I
chewed my way up to his ear lobes and down to his chin, taking it
entirely in my mouth. His hands were exploring my cock through my jeans.

"Delicious," I commented, my mouth full of beard.

"I'll bet your cock is too," he continued.

"Only one way to find out," I suggested as I began unbuttoning his denim
shirt. In the moonlight I could see a wonderful splay of short, dark
chest hair. It fanned up sparsely from the center of his chest like a
peacock's tail. I leaned down to stroke my nose and tongue across it.

"Mmm," I purred.

"Your tongue feels like fire. Bring it back up here," he directed. I
immediately complied. His crotch was pressed into mine and I could feel
a perfect alignment between our cocks. He reached down to open my pants
and then his. They fell to the ground. He leaned me back like a ballroom
dancer and gently laid me in the soft dirt of the hillside, our lips
never parting.

He crouched over me, dragging his cock upward against mine. I was
moaning in time to his movements, taking a breath every time the head of
his dick toyed with my navel. His balls were dangled over my cock, one
on each side, sliding up and down as he did.

If there were passersby we didn't notice, locked in kissing and
pleasure. It seemed impossible that we weren't interrupted when I
considered it later. Perhaps, which is how it felt, we were the only
people in the world at that time.

"I don't want this to end but I'm gonna come on you, baby," he said in a
low growl, his lips still on mine, his voice unreal like something in a
dream.

I felt a warm ocean of come pour onto me, his cock jolting against mine,
our balls softly dancing. We were still kissing that never-ending kiss.
As his lips relaxed I rolled him onto his side and then onto his back,
the come washing down to my side and then my wet belly splashing against
his now-wet belly. Rubbing my cock into the slipperiness I felt myself
about to explode. I did, my cock jerking and spraying up onto his
sculpted chest. I'd not even touched myself.

"I've never known anyone able to do that like I can," he said.

"Nor me," I said truthfully as I brushed my hand across his
come-glistened nipples.

"Next time on my face," he said. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Staying home," I said. "Want my address?"

I didn't want to press my luck and try for nine in a row. Especially not
if I could have company as hot as this guy.

"I sure do," he answered. "What's your name?"