It was Valentine's Day and the weather was cloudy and rainy all day, enough so that no one was wandering into ManPark in search of "amor". I was horny and homeless.
Just after dark there came a break in the rain and I didn't wait long to make my visit. The cloudy sky made the dark paths less dark.
I lit a cigarette as I entered ManPark and it was not yet out when I was standing at my favorite tree. And not yet out when a figure approached from the same direction I'd come from.
As he passed slowly by, he was noticeably older, the three day growth of soft beard was salt-and-pepper grey. He was a few inches shorter than me, but his shoulders were broader than mine by almost a half.
He stopped about twenty feet past me and receded to what little shadow was there. I took the last puff of the cigarette and tossed it away. He was watching. I opened my coat.
I hadn't expected someone so soon after my arrival and was completely soft. I opened the buttons of my fly. He might have been Saint Valentine for he flew to my side in an instant.
His face was hard and handsome like a Colt model, the light shadowy beard almost invisible. His lips were full and in a half-grin.
He didn't say a word but took out his cock, half hard, thick and dark. I licked my lips.
With his free hand he reached into my pants and pulled my stiffening member out, giving it a nice warm greeting.
My right hand was closest to him so I started at his stomach and dug under his shirt, anxious to find out if he had a forest of hair to play in on his chest as well as his face -- I do love playing in forests.
His stomach was flat and hard, interrupted by his outie navel, as firm as the rest of him. I stroked his stomach and he began to react by moving back and forth in time to my strong stroking.
I worked up to his chest and nipples. No forest, no stubble or evidence of shaving either. Smooth and solid. His nipples were like little penises to stroke.
He undid the top button of my pants and his as I unbuttoned my shirt. He brushed his soft beard against my chest then roughly kissed my nipples.
By this time I'd begun to pull at his cock with my left hand and we were face to face. His dick was thick. If it were cupid's arrow, it wouldn't have flew far.
After a quick introductory kiss, I squatted and took my first taste of it. He teased me by pulling back and slapping my face a few times with his soft ruler. I moaned.
"Like that?" he asked and did it a few more times. I moaned more.
Giving in to our mutual lust, he gave up on the teasing and started fucking my face. He grabbed my hair at first but quickly changed to holding my head like a basketball or watermelon and pumped away.
"You do that good," he said when it was him doing all the work.He stopped the face-fucking and held his cock in front of my face. I teasingly licked at the head again.
"Stand up," he ordered and I complied. He leaned in for a kiss and I followed his lips to his cheeks and jawline, licking the soft new lawn of beard. This time the moaning was him.
His hands were exploring my ass. "That's a great ass," he said and spun me around.
He was on his knees immediately, his tongue a feather of pleasure that found its mark. His breath tickled my balls. The explosions of pleasure in my brain were making it hard to keep my knees standing.
His beard was brushing my inner thighs. His tongue seemed about to tickle my cock from the inside. I fell slightly backwards and pushed his face deeper into my ass.
He was stroking my cock all the while he was pleasuring my ass. He continued to do so as he stood and pulled my gaping ass onto his perfectly positioned prick.
As I gasped for breath, he pulled me tightly against him and turned my head, planting his mouth on mine to give me air as he started to lift me up and down on him. He was now leaning against the tree and had me as his very eager lap dancer.
"Hot, hot," he was almost yelling, a volume much louder than is heard in ManPark. I was thinking the same word for him.
Slowly, and staying inside me, he stood us up and turned us around until I was literally hugging the tree. Again he was fucking me with frantic abandon.
With an extra loud moan, he came. He fell back slightly and let his weight swing us around. He landed against the tree and pulled my still throbbing cock to his mouth.
His first nibbles were teasing but soon he was sucking me in earnest. It was long until I was coming. He took every drop and kept my cock in the depth of his throat, expecting more. I was moaning louder than usual now.
A few sloppy kisses later (the smell and feel of them are still there as I write this), we put our clothes back on and he walked away. My shaking knees took a bit longer to get the strength to take the stairs and head home after such and encounter with a true saint.