Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2000 01:11:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinkamajig@webtv.net
Subject: A Good Place to Start

(author's note: This is the first of an extended series, section: Gay
Male Stories, Encounters)

Who needs fiction when a place like ManPark exists? It's the local
outdoor park where men have been meeting since long before I moved to
this city. It covers at least five acres and has a number of trail and
favorite sites which will become familiar as more installments of this
story are told.

I'd been horny more than usual all day and almost headed up the hill
in the afternoon but was waiting on a phone call from an out-of-town
friend who never called. It was after dark when I could stand it no
longer and headed up to ManPark.

Taking the first left down the paved road, I was surprised that
someone was standing in the shadows there, a place I call the Winter
Gardens because only during the winter when it's colder do men stay that
near the front area of the park. He was a big man but not overweight,
just large. I stopped a few steps after passing him and he was
face-to-face with me within seconds, touching himself, touching me.
Maybe because I wasn't yet hard he said, "See you later," and walked
away within two minutes. "I hope so," i said.

I walked briskly down the paved road and to the main dirt path where
most of the cruising occurs. Three trees are major stopping points on
the path, the upper tree, the middle tree and "my" favorite spot. It was
there I headed. I stood there only a second when I realized someone was
thirty feet up the path at the middle tree. Horny as I was I was ready
for almost anyone and approached him.

We'd talked before a long time ago and had sucked each other off
the first time we'd met but after that it was usually just a nod. Not
tonight. I started rubbing his still-zipped crotch and he did the same.
There were fireworks going off in the distance from some downtown
celebration and the lights flashed in odd ways adding a bit of
exoticness to our mutual wants.

I lifted his white shirt to stroke his chest. His dick was
nice-sized and his balls had a nice bounciness to them. He liked playing
with my nipples and soon was sucking on me which at last swelled my own
cock to full size which made him even more eager to suck it. It was
while he was busy with that that someone approached from up the path.

In silhouette he looked wide, not a usual turn on, but I was
extraordinarily horny and eager for a group scene of some sort. He
walked past us slowly but continued down to my favorite tree where he
turned around and slowly passed us again, this time stopping. Moments
later he approached us and I could see he wasn't plump at all, just very
large and also pretty young, probably early 20s. When he took out his
cock it was slender and had a sharp curve to it just below the head.

By this time it was me who was on my knees and sucking White
Shirt's cock and balls. All it took was a move of a few inches to start
sucking the other guy as he took over jacking off the cock I'd just been
working on. I alternated between the two for a short while and was about
to try to get them both in my hungry mouth when another guy in a
baseball cap approached.

Baseball Cap had nicely broad shoulders and a manly stride as he
slowly passed. His arrival spooked the young guy who zipped up and
walked a few paces away. White Shirt too zipped up and said something
about it being awkward. "The more the merrier," I said, wanting Baseball
Cap even more than the two cocks that had just been in my face.

"I think I'll wander around a bit," White Shirt said since it was
just the two of us again.

"I'm thirsty myself, gonna go up to the water fountain," I said and
did so. When I returned to the area I stopped at the top tree instead of
heading either to where we'd been at the middle tree or further down to
my favorite tree. I could see the glow from his cigarette and knew he
was still at the middle tree. He soon joined me, asking, "Want to play
some more?"

"Sure," I said and we pressed our groins together and did a slow
grind. I again lifted my shirt off and as he kissed my chest and
nipples, Baseball Cap came up behind us without White Shirt noticing. I
went down to my knees again and started sucking him off, hoping to put
Baseball Cap in the mood to join us. It worked! He was soon beside us.

Sucking one cock, I reached out for the other man's basket and was
pleased to find a solid handful of cock still covered with his shorts.
When I slid my hand up the leg of his shorts I encounted a fabric that
wasn't underwear: a jock strap! And throbbingly full too! Reaching my
hand up to his belly and under his shirt I hit against something else
not flesh. He was wearing a leather cinch.

It was seconds later that I unloosed his shorts to let the
wonderful surprise out of the package. Thick but not too thick around
and long but not freakishly long, his cock was ample with a capital "A".
Smooth to my tongue, it reached past my tonsils and into my throat. He
took over giving the cock I'd now abandoned a hand job.

I tried giving them both attention but was too much in awe of
Baseball Cap's gorgeous endowment to be really fair to both of them.
White Shirt must have gotten bored because he again said he was going to
walk around and left with my wishing him, "Have fun," before my mouth
was back at the task I was so enjoying.

I was more than satisfied having Baseball Cap all to myself, his
cute goatee and smooth chest and all but it was only minutes later when
the young guy again joined us and had his cock with the strong curve out
of his pants. Baseball Cap didn't mind stroking him while I continued to
greedily suck on his cock which was fitting my mouth better and better
with each stroke.

Sooner than I'd have liked I came, just missing Baseball Cap's
shoes. Though that's usually enough to make me lose interest, the cock
in front of me was too good to stop sliding my tongue and lips over. The
young guy had by then discovered how marvelous this dick was and wanted
to hold it and stroke it as well. I backed off a little and seconds
later it was pouring come onto my chest. That was enough to get the
young guy off also and his spurt landed on the nipple that hadn't been
drenched by Baseball Cap's long-lasting rain.

I stayed on my knees a bit longer, stroking Baseball Cap's
slightly quivering leg and saying, "Nice.  Nice." They were both putting
themselves back into their pants as I stood and we parted company.

That was two hours ago. I'll have to go see what's going on now.
Yes, that should have been enough but is it ever?