Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2001 19:27:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinkamajig@webtv.net
Subject: The Breakfast Club

The previous week I'd met a friend in ManPark whom I'd not seen in a
couple years. We had been smoking buddies back then and, true to form,
he had a supply with him. I was eager to run into him again and wasn't
horny at all when I returned a week later thinking he might make a
Saturday visit there some sort of routine.

It had been midafternoon that previous Saturday but I had nothing better
to do and decided to start looking for him around noon. I didn't expect
men to be cruising so early but as I climbed the last stairs and was on
the main path, sure enough, someone went by. Rather than follow him to
the front lawn, I headed the other direction toward my favorite tree.
Passing the grove, I looked down into its secludedness and saw a
silhouette leaning against that wonderfully angled tree. Studying the
silhouette for details I noticed the legs nonchalantly apart, an open
zipper and fleshy pinkness there.

But I had a different mission and kept walking, past my favorite tree,
past the upper tree, up the stairs to the water fountain and the parking
area where I'd run into Jake. No, he wasn't around....yet.

Retracing my steps, I approached the grove just as a third man
approached from the other direction. He was a butch god, stocky,
dark-haired. We fleetingly looked each other over as we passed. Out of
my other eye, I checked to see if the person was still alone in the
grove. He was but was zipping up and emerging from the enclosure. I
continued on and when I reached the bend, turned around to see that the
guy from the grove was following the butch hunk like I wished I was
doing.

"I didn't know there was a Breakfast Club," I joked to myself. "I'm
suddenly ravenous."

Pausing a minute or two, I decided to see if I could at least track them
down. Passing my favorite tree I glanced back toward the Balcony, a
secluded area off the main path. I could see the back of his head and
his shoulders. A few steps further on I could see that he was not alone.
The guy from the grove was at his side and hunched over, bobbing up and
down.

The gorgeous one turned his head slightly and saw me still a
considerable distance from them. He nodded an assent and gave me a "come
here" nod that the other guy couldn't see. My heart leaped in my throat
and my cock leaped in my pants.

I was not my usual edging self as I paced quickly to the upper tree and
onto the minor path that led to the Balcony. As I neared them and could
see over the bluff to where they were, I saw white ass cheeks
wonderfully framed with a jock strap's bands. His pants were down at his
ankles and the other guy was still going down on him.

I stepped off the secondary path and onto the Balcony. The second guy
suddenly looked up as the hunk reached out to grab the hard dick I'd
just revealed. With his head out of the way I saw the bulk of the jock
strap tucked behind two long-hanging balls and an impressive curved,
long cock. Rather than curving up or down, as most curving dicks do,
this one curved to the side and seemed to beckon like a finger. This was
a Club worthy of the Breakfast Club.

But no sooner had I seen it than the other guy was back to work. I
watched as those low-hanging balls rocked back and forth onto his Adam's
apple and decided there was room enough for me down there to at least
have a taste of them. And there was. Before long I had resituated myself
so that my nose nuzzled the butch one's ass crack as I lapped his balls.
I was jacking myself off inches from the guy doing the sucking. He
reached down and grasped my own cock with his fat one.

As the hunk neared his orgasm his ash cheeks spread further and further.
I dropped his balls from my mouth and they swung onto the other guy's
neck again. Without having to use my hands, I plunged my tongue into his
flexing hole. My hands reached up to grab the straps of his jock and
pull them back. As I realized he was about to shoot, I let go and they
snapped against his muscled cheeks.

His come overflowed the other guy's mouth and dripped down onto my
dancing dickhead. I fell from my sitting position fully onto my back.
The hunk lifted one leg over me to steady himself against the tree as
the other guy continued to jack himself off. His come also splashed onto
me. The sight of my groin so covered must have wakened the hunger in the
hunk. He stepped away from the tree and fell into push-up position to
get his mouth on my dick.

Just then another member of the Breakfast Club stepped onto the Balcony.
He was a young guy, rather plain. I returned my attention to the hunk
doing push-ups on my hard-on. I thrust once or twice upwards but he
continued his push-ups and I totally relaxed to let him finish. Which
didn't take long.

The newcomer had realized he'd joined us at a point where we were pretty
deep into our passion. He caught up quickly. With a final deep plunge
onto my cock, the hunk stopped his push-ups and waited for me to come. I
did in a blinding explosion. When my vision and sense cleared enough to
be aware of my surroundings, I saw the newcomer's hard pole inches from
my chest, a pulsing cherry head surrounded by a tight foreskin. Bolting
into a sitting position I took him to the back of my throat just in time
to take his sweet load.

If those were the initiation rites, I knew I was going to like being a
part of this Club.