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.