Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2000 18:42:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinkamajig@webtv.net
Subject: Consecutive Two

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)