Having typed and submitted the previous installment, I was plenty horny remembering that incident from three years ago.
I had a couple hours until I wanted to be somewhere and figured that would be about the right amount of time needed to satisfy my craving for more dick in my face. It wasn't yet three in the afternoon so it wouldn't surprise me to have to hang around a while until someone would be by hot enough to flame my smoldering lust.
Two middle-aged men were entering the park as I did, probably just on a hike and excursion, sightseers. One was a bit paunchy but had a nice enough beard that I knew he could turn me on in short order. They continued up the road and, rather than take the inaccessible paved road to my right, I cut across the front lawn and headed for the main path, thinking to head to a favorite daytime spot, the Balcony.
Through the low-hanging trees I could see a figure coming toward me on the path. Blue jeans, baseball cap, he wore a heavy sweatshirt over a white tee-shirt. His goatee was narrower than the usual style, a bushy stripe down his chin.
He was about my age, maybe slightly younger, brown, almost beady eyes which would have been scary if not for an impish smile behind them.
I put on my best smile as we stepped to opposite sides of the path to pass each other.
"Hello," I said with a nod and continued, waiting about eight strides until I dared turn to see if he was doing the same. He was. I immediately checked the map in my head, wondering where he might be willing to follow me. The Balcony and even the more easily seen Grove were too far ahead on the path and around a curve.
After another ten steps or so I looked again and saw that he was returning to the path he'd just left, not continuing on to the front lawn. Just before the curve in the path is a place I call the Point where a large tree overhangs the path. It's a fine place at night but, though cloudy, it was broad daylight.
Before the Point a steep slope at the side of the path leads up to thick trees. There are minor paths worked into the foliage there (it's where homeless people are most likely to be snoring on warm summer nights). Without having time to weigh my decision, I ducked up one of them.
I stood at a slight clearing in view from the path but two steps away from a clump of bush that would hide us well enough if he were to join me. When he got to the bottom of the slight path, I moved over to there and he headed right up the path.
"Hi," he said with a slight grin. doublechecking that my hand was still making motions at my own crotch, a brief nanosecond of uncertainty on his part that he was reading the situation correctly. I too had a twinge of uncertainty since he was such a good-looking, butch piece of man.
I fell to my knees to erase any uncertainty and he opened his jeans to take out his mostly-flaccid member. It wasn't large but not small either, maybe a little fatter than average, cut. As I leaned onto it, I cupped his smooth, soft balls in my hands which more than filled them.
He was hard soon enough. I roamed my hands over his smooth but muscular and soft ass cheeks now bare to the breeze. He welcomed my caresses and began a pumping rhythm that matched my own. I reached down to take my own now-hard cock from my pants. That done I reached under his tee-shirt to discover the carpet I expected on his warm, soft chest. His nipple had a rigidity that made it easy to play with as the rigid flesh in my mouth achieved full length. I held my head in place as he started an all-the-way fucking, his hands behind my head for a counter-balance.
He had a soap-clean smell to him and I made sure to enjoy the sight of the veined, pink plunger sliding below my nose, in and out of my mouth. I glanced down and saw his underwear about his ankles, briefs, white, the kind that have a bit of leg on them. I was surprised as he reached down to touch my cock, wagging in front of me. He was straining in reaching for it, I could only stand up for him to get what he wanted.
A branch sprung between us which I quickly brushed aside. Still thinking him to be more or less a straight guy, I too enjoyed the tenderness with which he was pulling on my erection. With his free hand he pulled off his baseball cap and then put it back on with the bill facing backwards. I knew what that indicated and my cock jumped excitedly in his hand just at the thought of this hunk blowing me.
He leaned over and nibbled then squated rather than get his knees in the dirt like me. The sight of his lips sliding up and down on me was equal to the thrill of watching his cock as he'd fucked my face. He was near coming himself, jacking off as he sipped my slippery straw, then he pulled back and stood up again.
I again leaned over and replaced his hand with my hungry mouth, in synch with his motion. He first put both hands over my back then again started jacking off and I did the same, each getting turned on just by the presence and sight of the other. Ready to come, I paused a tiny second which was the inspiration he needed.
"Come on my dick," I murmered almost hoarsely, but it was too late. Flying drops of pre-cum were followed by white shots of man-juice, his, followed by more of the same from me. The drops and heavier splashes fell onto some broad green leaves there making the branch sag a bit.
The impish grin from behind his eyes moved to his cheeks. For a moment he seemed - we both did - a youngster first discovering this pleasure. It was an innocence seldom relived.
He said something to the effect that that was nice and I answered, "You sure put me in the mood in a quick hurry." He bounded away on the horizontal path that leads to the center long flight of steps that cuts the main path in two rather than take the path up the slope by which he'd reached me.
Not having even visited the second half of the path, I made a cursory trip past my favorite and tree and to the Balcony which were completely deserted, not that I cared nor was surprised. Sometimes there's God almost too quickly, like when you first arrive at ManPark. "Almost" too quickly but not so, perhaps only too quickly gone. I didn't get to kill the couple hours I'd meant to there. I was there less than fifteen minutes. Talk about "One Stop Shopping."
Unlike last night, a Saturday, a different sort of "One Stop Shopping". Sometimes it's done in a hurry, sometimes you wait for the right thing. I'd been there almost a half hour and no one was around. Me and the dark around my favorite tree, no moon even.
I was ready for just about any warm body but the one that walked by at last would have been my choice in a room of fifty men, had a sculpted face, striking like most actors. He walked by ignoring the fact that my pants were slightly down and I was pulling on my cock, a leather strap tied about my balls and shaft.
He stopped ten strides up the path at the Mdidle Tree where it's extra dark. I knew he'd be able to still see my silhouette so I continued jacking off. He waited in the dark.
At the same time I decided to drop to my knees he started back down the path toward me. He walked up to me, tan cotton pants already open with a nice average cock sticking out. It was warm when my mouth covered it and he stepped the last step he could into my face.
I was even more in the mood for chomping on dick than I usually am as he undid the top of the pants and pulled them more open. I was tasting and gulping and slobbering him when I reached up to find a nice chest of stubbly, coarse hair pretty much confined to between his nipples. The right nipple was pierced and I played with the bead there with my thumb as my little finger stretched up to stroke his underarm hair. He had a slight sweat making me want to pull my finger down to smell him.
He was getting into fucking my face as I almost came not even touching myself. I pulled back to let his weighty cock slap my goatee and cheeks a short while then went at him again, swallowing and slurping. My right hand continued a vigorous massage of the strong chest with its wiry delight tickling my fingers.
For a brief while he removed himself from my mouth to jack off while I strenuously kneaded his pecs. I started to nip at his balls, almost roughly. "Yesss," he moaned so I nipped and nibbled them both at once.
Finally he put the huge head of his cock back to lips. He completely filled my mouth and throat as he held my head and fucked. Then he stopped his movement to hold his rod in as deep and as long as he could.
"I'm cumming," he warned and began to explode at the top of my throat, thick and warm and sticky. One deep in me, another. I didn't let him pull back until he had shot every load.
A great soup of saliva and come surrounded my mouth after he stepped back half a step. I came almost immediately, his sweaty balls still within tongue's reach.