Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2003 05:07:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinkamajig@webtv.net
Subject: Two Times Ten

It was one of the first hot days of summer, the kind that best ends in a
cool night of sex at ManPark. Despite the near discomfort of the heat,
just the thought of what fun would be had later tonight made me horny.

I headed to ManPark to make an afternoon tour in the heat. I was walking
a block or so from there as a white pickup passed behind me on the road.
Was it only my imagination or did he slow down just so I could check him
out?

All men, well, most at least, are my type. But even so, this man was the
whole snow cone to fit my tastes in this heat: bearded, dark brown and
grown off the face, not just a sod covering on the jowls. He looked
about ten years younger than me, the usual age people guess that I am.

I turned, as I'd planned, into the park, stepped onto the path and
walked a short ways. Was that crunching gravel I heard? A vehicle had
pulled up and parked where I'd entered the park.

Through the trees I could see it was a white pickup. I lost all
attention except knowing I had to have him.

Then I noticed another car had also pulled up on the gravel. I stepped
out from where I was enough so that both drivers noticed me. Then I
retreated a step or two.

The door to the pickup opened and I looked over my shoulder to see if he
was following me or going to the other vehicle. He was following me.

He was shirtless and had the chest of a god, a hair god, the one I
worship in my most Edenic dreams. Not so hairy that he was covered front
and back. But thickly padded in the brown of his beard in a kite-shaped
blanket of soft pubic hairs.

I turned into the first cul-de-sac and he passed the entrance to it and
went further up the path, turned and looked through the trees to me. We
grabbed our crotches simultaneously. I felt my knees melt.

But he suddenly moved his eyes to the path. The guy from the car was
coming toward us. I could see him better and saw he was no menace. His
eyebrows were arched in a horny way and he knew what he was walking
into.

But it hadn't gotten far enough along and the Ten was spooked. He
continued on the path. I stayed where I was. The newcomer continued on
the path.

There's no way they're getting together without me, I told myself and
left the cul de sac, following them.

The Ten had stopped at a tree which acts as a gate to a clearing. The
newcomer had passed him and was in the clearing.

But he was now the uncomfortable one. Maybe he felt like a caged animal.
It's a feeling I could have handled right then. But he retraced his
steps, passed the Ten still leaning on the tree ahead of me, then passed
me with a lost look on his once-horny face.

I was so concerned about getting with the Ten that I barely noticed him.
He was mid-30s, looked like an insurance salesman or accountant who
didn't wear white shirt and tie. I'd have followed him any other day.

I started to walk toward the Ten as he started to return to where I was.
He passed by me on the narrow path, seeming to follow the other guy.

"Nice day," he said, lowly. He was my height, medium build, a perfect
medium, sculpted but not buff, his nipples just inches from mine as we
passed.

"It sure is," I replied without thinking, all my nerve endings focused
on my fingers as they stroked his chest lightly. I curled my fingers
into a light fist and the back of my fingers brushed the delicious pile.

I stopped. He kept walking. I waited five seconds then followed.

The newcomer had left the path and returned to his vehicle. The Ten
stopped before taking the last curve in the path.

I kept walking but instead of following him, I turned onto another path.
He clearly saw me.

This path descends sharply and takes a blind turn, a perfect place to
play away. I stopped a few feet beyond and below the curve.

He waited a minute or two but was soon at the place where the paths
diverge. He took a few more steps and turned, immediatly stopping.

He was about six feet from me, about three feet higher than me. His body
language showed me he was going to come no closer, at least not yet.

I undid my pants and was jacking off in a sort of automatic response to
this man before me. If he were a model in a porn magazine, it would be
my favorite.

The beard was as perfect as the plush carpet my eyes were feasting in.
His eyes were the same intense brown and showed the pleasure he was
taking in causing the hard on he saw in my hand.

He nodded his head as I jacked off, his eyes nodding between my eyes and
my hand on my dick.

He opened his shorts and let them drop a few inches down his legs. His
cock was thin but lengthy. His balls were loose and hung nicely behind
his little finger. He lightly licked his lips.
I was about to step forward to take a closer look and taste of the
amazing sight before me when we both noticed someone else on the path.

It wasn't the previous guy who'd been there but they could have been
brothers or clones. He stopped far enough away to not intrude but where
he could see me facing him but could only see the Ten's back.

I came immediately. The Ten packed up his zipper quickly without coming.
I continued to stare as his perfection, every hair of him, his heavenly
chest, his Jesus beard, all jacking off above and slightly away from me
like a cross on an altar.

The new newcomer started walking again and passed the path we were
occupying, went on toward the clearing. The Ten walked toward his pickup
and the parking lot but stopped.

As I passed him, I said, "Guess this is the place to be today." He
nodded and I left him to follow the second newcomer and spread the
wealth.

A few hours later the heat had finally subsided somewhat and I returned
to the park for the delights of dusk. There were various male bodies at
the periphery of the park as though waiting for the coming cover of
darkness until they'd plunge in.

The path was empty as I entered the park itself. No one was around. I
passed the cul de sac and the clearing and got onto the main path with
my favorite tree and the balcony.

Before either of those places is the long stone steps. At the foot of
them was a newspaper. I stopped and picked it up.

At the top of the steps, far above, was a silhouette of a nicely put
together man.

The dusk was settling as he began to descend the steps. I put the
newspaper down and continued on the path, passing the stump that used to
be my favorite tree and going to the balcony, a flat square of ground
overlooking a cliff and highway.

I had barely gotten there when the same silhouette I'd seen from afar
was right behind me. He wore shorts and, though it was getting dark,
sunglasses, the kind a patrolman would wear.

I hadn't settled into a horny mood yet until I saw him grab his crotch
and make a bundle of his machinery. It was impressive machinery.

The tree on the balcony has a large node at its base, a perfect seat. I
sat and opened my pants. The guy in sunglasses nodded his silent
approval.

Just when I thought he'd join me, he was distracted by something up on
the main path, not far away. He turned to look at me again, gave me an
odd thumbs up and walked away.

He'd obviously seen something that interested him more than I did so I
quickly put myself together and stood. I was about to leave when the
movement of someone approaching stopped me.

He was thirty-something, not big, not small, not pretty but certainly
not ugly, butch but plain, almost awkward. Shorts! Everyone but me today
was wearing shorts. He was wearing shorts.

He stepped onto the balcony with no hesitation. I sat back down and he
stood with his back to the tree beside the one I leaned against. His
crotch was at my face level.

As he opened his fly, the guy in glasses returned. This time he didn't
stop before stepping onto the balcony. As he stepped up to the both of
us, an exquisite cock fell from the shorts of the man already at my
side.

"Meat" is a tired cliché, but this was meat: m-e-a-t-u-s!

It wasn't fully hard but wasn't soft either. He held it in his hand like
a waiter presenting a bottle of wine. I wanted the whole bottle.

The guy in sunglasses pulled out his machinery and I saw that it was a
poor second-cousin to the one inches from my mouth which took its first
taste. Ten inches. I didn't blink.

Ten bent over and began to suck on the guy in glasses. Ten reached down
and was able to grab my cock and stroke it gently as he slurped above
me. I slurped at his pole like it was my first time and my last.

His balls were dangly and I played with them briefly with my hands
before letting my tongue do the playing. The guy in glasses was already
about to come and this made Ten drop my dick and focus more on popping
the other guy's load.

I took the chance to increase my own sucking rhythm. As the guy in
glasses exhaled and drained himself into Ten's mouth, I expected Ten to
come into mine but he held back.

As the guy in glasses zipped and departed, Ten reached back down to my
aching balls. He cupped his hand under my ass and pulled me up toward
him. He half sat back himself and put me on the one knee he made.

My right hand now started to pump the plump dick again at my side as his
lips jumped up and down my own. He knew by how hard I was that I could
come any second now.

He himself was still as hard and as huge as when he'd first pulled that
mass from its wrappings. All the while I'd worked it with my tongue it
had thrust appropriately but never got rock solid.

His bobbing up and down on my jerking middle did its magic and when I
came there was not a drop wasted. As he slowly swallowed my offering, he
jacked himself off, slapping that monster against my hand as my fingers
fondled his smooth, moist sack of flesh.

Something that sounded close to "I'm going to come" came from his lips
and I slipped myself off his knee, falling back onto my legs.

"Shoot me," I directed, positioning my chin to his huge knob. It began
to gush its warm waterfall onto my goatee and then onto my chest. He was
panting and pounding in rhythm that slowed as his new upheavals of come
slowed.

"I've got friends waiting," he said as he apologetically rushed off.

Nothing to apologize for, believe me.