Although my favorite time to visit ManPark is after dark, it had been many moons since I'd been there that late. And though it was still winter chilly, I could wait no longer to have stranger's throbbing dickhead in my face.
I was already cold as I walked up the stairs that constituted the rear entrance to ManPark. Halfway up the 123 steps I put on my leather cock-strap for luck and took a quick piss. At the top of the stairs I was already warmer. It always seemed warmer once in the park and I wondered if it was the presence of the trees or the sexy karma in the air or even the warm memories of the many men I'd done there in the past.
i was thirsty and meant to go directly to the water fountain but before en route to it I passed my favorite tree and decided to stop there. Though I'd been to the park in the afternoons lately, it was never the same to stand there with the sun up. With my back against the tree, I felt like I was visiting an old friend. I lit a cigarette.
Before I was half done with it, someone entered my line of sight from down the path. I saw the baseball cap first, mostly white but partly yellow like a child's hat. As he approached I saw he was far from a child, my age or more, medium to small-stature, a butch walk. The grey of his moustache and jowls of his cheeks showed him to be older than someone I'd usually be lusting after but I was horny enough to take on almost any man to come by.
He walked with a plodding gait and didn't slow down as he passed me and checked me out out of the corner of his eye. I liked the square, manly ass and stocky legs as he kept going and I watched him disappear into the darkness.
I finished my cigarette and headed up the path where he'd disappeared, on my way to the water fountain. From there I could see the parking lot and two vehicles were backing up and preparing to leave, a match made?
Another vehicle stayed a few minutes longer then that driver too backed up and left the area. It was nearing the time the gates would close to vehicles.
I noticed the white baseball cap again as I retraced my steps from the water fountain back to the path. He was also returning to take the path tour again so I stopped at the bottom of the steps that end the trail. Not my favorite place to engage in sex play but I recalled the time a guy in leather sucked me off there with a couple other guys watching.
I opened my zipper and put my hand through the opening for more than the usual reason - the other was to warm my hand. Again he passed me by without changing his pace, again checking me out out of the corner of his eye. I had the feeling that he was not very demonstrative.
I'd made my way down to my favorite tree by the time he passed me by again. Subtlety had not worked so this time I opened my jacket and pants and was stroking my cock which was much warmer than my hand as he walked by. Again he kept going.
"It gets much bigger when it's fully interested," I said after he'd passed, thinking maybe he was a size queen. It could also be that he was looking for someone younger and wondered if I'd lost the ability to pass as younger in such dim light.
Again I noticed movement from the darkness at the foot of the trail. This guy was tall and as he passed through the brief lit area I saw he was somewhat young too, probably early 20s.
"Hello," he said as he neared and noticed me against the tree. Not having checked him out once first, I was zipped.
"Hi," I returned. Such greetings are rare in ManPark and I wondered if the rules had changed since I'd last been there after dark.
He kept walking and awhile later the short guy with the baseball cap was back, his pace unaltered. None of my previous attempts had worked so I had to think of something else to catch his attention. Wondering if he had no interest in another guy's cock and only wanted his to be sucked, I got down on one knee while he was still some twenty feet away. He slowed just a bit but kept walking as he passed me.
And then stopped at the top of the path that leads down to the Grove, a more private area just off the main path. I unzipped again and wasn't surprised that my dick was already more prepared than it had been before. He slowly returned and stopped about three feet from me.
He looked down at my cock and then slowly reached his hand to his own zipper. When he brought out his cock it was already harder than mine was and had a slight curve just below the plum-large head. I tipped my face forward a bit and he stepped up to me. As I put my mouth onto the prize in front of me, I heard him pull poppers from his pocket and take a deep whiff.
A few seconds later he was thrusting and moaning. My forehead kept hitting the hard and cold leather of his jacket. I was anxious to open it and explore his chest. His hands went to my shoulders where he guided my rhythm, slowing me down from the hungry gulping I was doing.
When he sped up his thrusting I thought he might come but instead he interrupted his moaning by pulling away from me.
"Let me do you," he instructed and I got up from my knees and leaned against the tree.
He first let my cock slap against his cheeks and moustache. It was fully extended but not fully hard and flexed like a rubber hose. He grabbed the base of it and waved it around affectionately. His mouth was open and he grazed it in and out. The sight and feel of his thick moustache made me fully hard. He put one hand to his mouth in a gesture like one would when yawning then put his mouth to the base of my dick and slid it up and down between his lips and his hand. After a bit of this he took my balls into his mouth, breathing loudly and hungrily while jacking me off.
I stroked his ears as he did this and decided it was my chance to check out his chest. Putting one hand on his shoulder, I slid the other down his shirt collar while he sucked my cock again. The fur was so thick I could not feel the skin beneath it. My cock went from hard to rock hard and my thrusting went from rhythmic to animal.
Pausing a moment to take a whiff of poppers, he whispered very low, "Come for me, give it to me, come for me." So much for my guess that he couldn't loosen up. Keeping his face about a foot from my crotch he was jacking me off with one hand and himself with his other.
A second after he came onto his work boots I felt myself coming too, long (and long-awaited) splashes that fell onto his still jumping dickhead. Still in the height of the moment, not yet ready for the more calm platitudes of after-climax, I was surprised when he turned and stood in the same motion and walked away without even zipping himself up first.
By the time he was four strides away his pace and walk and returned to what it had been when I'd first seen him. Though I'd been horny enough to maybe find some sloppy seconds, I realized the cold was keeping things pretty calm. It was time to go.
As I walked from the park I looked up at the moon, bright behind a night sky of white clouds which made it bright. It was almost full. Probably full in two or three nights. I'd have to return then instead of waiting many moons between my appearances in the dark. And full moons bring out the bear-wolves, my favorites. Stay tuned.