Date: Wed, 3 Jan 2001 13:55:10 -0800 (PST)
From: thinkamajig@webtv.net
Subject: Angel

It was a chilly late afternoon, but it was warm for winter. I didn't
think there would be anyone around ManPark but had to check it out
anyway.

The sun was close to going down when I arrived. The only guy I saw was a
goofy-looking guy in a goofier hat. He was walking two small dogs. A man
with one hand went by, his right arm ending halfway from the elbow to
where his hand would be. He didn't seem to mind the weather, wearing
only a t-shirt.

Wandering back and forth on the main path, I noticed them standing
together on the upper path behind some trees. They were standing closer
than needed for ordinary conversation.

Leaving them to their business I headed for the top of the park. From
the top of the park a staircase leads down, past the top path to the
main (middle) path. It's a long staircase, some eighty or more old,
concrete steps, chipped and worn. Below the main path and slightly out
of line with the other steps, thirty more lead down to the unused road.

At the top of the park I noticed a butch-looking but ordinary guy. He
had a square jaw and slight grin, dark hair, nearly short in stature. He
headed to the top of the stairs and I hoped when he got to the bottom
he'd go left to the back end of ManPark where I'd be waiting at the
Balcony. I took the back stairs, leaving him to that main long stairway.

I had no sooner arrived at the Balcony and taken my cock out to start
getting hard for him when another man appeared twenty feet away. An
older guy, he looked good with a salt-and-pepper, shaggy beard. He had
on glasses and a blue jacket.

Hoping he'd join me, I continued to shake my semi-hard dick around but
he was looking the other way as another stranger came down the path and
headed the other way toward the back cubicle, a hollowed-out space where
a tree had long ago tipped over, providing a little alcove.

The stranger was wearing a red jacket, was short and muscular and
mustached, dark black. He went directly to the alcove and Bluebeard
followed him. I waited only a minute, put my cock back in my pants and
stepped from the Balcony to the path, intending to follow.

Just then the butch but ordinary one I'd first set my eyes on arrived as
well and also was going to the alcove. I could see past him where
Redcoat had his pants down and ass turned toward Bluebeard. Butch didn't
wait for an invitation but walked directly up to the alcove to join
them. I stayed back and waited for an invitation which didn't come.

Bluebeard went to his knees to lick Redcoat's ass which was spread
before him. Butch stood beside Bluebeard in the cramped depression,
opened his pants and pulled out his own hard dick. It was fat and firm.
Bluebeard grabbed it and stroked it a few times, still licking Redcoat's
ass.

Butch's balls bounced on Bluebeard's shoulders as he jacked off.
Bluebeard stood and offered Redcoat's freshly wetted ass to Butch who
stepped the half step forward to shove it in. Redcoat leaned against the
foliage like a wall in front of him and began to rock back and forth.

Butch was pumping fast and furious and seemed about to come when
Bluebeard tapped him on the shoulder, wanting his turn. Redcoat stopped
his rocking for only one beat as Butch withdrew his pudgy six inches and
Bluebeard replaced them with a lean nine.

Redcoat rocked back and forth only a few more times before Bluebeard
leaned back and let out a sigh I could hear even from fifty yards away.
Butch was still jacking off beside him so Bluebeard took over as Redcoat
stood and turned around to face them.

With Bluebeard jacking Butch off, Redcoat dropped to his knees just in
time to catch Butch's come on his waiting mustache and mouth. He fell
back against the wall of leaves and closed his eyes, his left hand
pumping his own cock once or twice more before he became motionless and
relaxed.

Butch was the first to pull himself together and leave. Redcoat wasn't
too far past him. Then Bluebeard. I retreated to the Balcony and  hoped
Bluebeard had not had enough. He knew where to find me either way, even
though it was now after dark.

He didn't come by. So far I'd seen five men at ManPark since I'd arrived
and all five had gotten off but I hadn't yet. This wasn't like me at
all. I wandered the main path and the rest of ManPark an hour longer.
Nobody. I was getting cold.

That long staircase I mentioned intersects the main path at about
mid-point. It was at the bottom of the stairs that I first saw the
Angel. At the top of the stairs is one of the few lights in the park.
Under the light I saw a white muscle shirt fitting tight against a
well-formed body. He was standing still, his back to the stairs.

I stood in the shadow eighty steps below him, wanting only to observe
him, see what he was up to. He was facing away so had not seen me step
into the shadow. We both stood motionless for maybe five minutes.

At some point he turned around but was still unaware of my presence.
>From below he was still a glowing white shirt wonderfully sculpted
against the black of the night. His jeans were black too which made the
white shirt that much more brilliant.

Slowly he reached for the shirt and as slowly began to lift it over his
head but keeping his arms in it. Again slowly he went for his pants,
opened them and slowly let them fall to his knees. He seemed to be doing
a ritual to call up some action.

I stepped from the shadows and began mounting the steps toward him. My
jacket was already open and I unbuttoned my shirt, baring my chest,
showing some skin, joining him in his nudity ritual. He had jumped at my
appearance far below him and had pulled up his pants.

Halfway up the stairs is a flat landing, some five square feet of the
same concrete as the steps. I stopped on the landing and disappeared
into the shadows at my left. A large tree there provided further shadow
from the light near where the Angel still stood in blazing white.

He didn't wait long. By the time he got to the landing my dick was out
and pants were open but I was nowhere near hard. I could finally see
more detail than his shirt and found a rugged-looking young Mexican with
eyes much older than the face they were staring at me from. He
approached and went to his knees to take my still-soft cock in his
mouth. The tree was not wide enough to have us both in shadow and his
white shirt was still blazing at my hips.

It takes one of three things for me to get hard: a hard dick in my
mouth, a hairy chest at my face or a tongue that knows what it is doing.
He didn't have his dick out yet and wasn't hairy but my dick was quickly
hard. I was soon doing pelvic thrusts and letting him keep his head
still which he liked.

I reached down to knead his crotch, my back still rested against the
tree. Finally he stood and began to open his pants again. "This I like,"
he said, indicating my hard-on now dancing in the chilly air. "You
like?"

"Very nice," I answered and then leaned forward to have my own treat. He
wasn't large which I don't mind. He was uncut and his cock was almost
bony, a great texture running against my lips. My nose was taking in a
great musky, heavily masculine odor which was being left against my
moustache and goatee.

After a few delicious minutes of this he stood again and bent forward to
resume his own treat, my dick. The wetness of his mouth was warm and
wonderful.

"I'm going to come," I said after awhile of this and I indicated that I
wanted him to come on me as I was coming. He raised himself slightly and
just as I began to come I felt a warm rivulet land on and run down my
inner thigh.

His face reached up slightly and he started to kiss me with that wet
mouth, taking my tongue in his mouth as though it were a next cock.  We
kissed longer than usual afterglow warrants and he then stood and began
to put his clothes back in order.

"Very nice," he again said, giving my cock and balls one last caress. I
was digging in my pockets for tissue to wipe up the gooey mess my lap
was. "Thanks," I said.

And he was gone. Four hours later at home I still had his smell on my
hand and lips and enjoyed the Angel again.