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A Paris Park

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 29 Mar 1998 1 comments
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There is a small park on a river island in the middle of town. It is at one end of this almond-shaped island. From there you can go down a stone staircase and walk right by the riverside. It was dusk when I entered the park, a mild Summer evening. There were not many people there, just a few lovers. There were a few solitary men though, sitting on benches, slowly walking up and down or standing against a tree. The guys were discreetly watching each other, when one was interested in another one, he would move so as to come closer and stare at the other guy, often from another bench. This routine carried on for some time. It was dark now, all the lovers had left, and some guys, tired of the lack of action, too. Four of us were still there, two of whom seemed to have hit it off, judging by the way they changed benches in sync. I could not make out their features: it was too dark now but one had a tank, one had shorts and was tall and the third one had tight white cotton pants. Suddenly Mr Tank looked around him then climbed over the 4-foot fence he was leaning against and disappeared inside the bushes behind it; he was quickly followed by Mr Shorts. I walked slowly towards the fence and leant against it. I could hear noises, the sound of branches cracking, footsteps. My imagination raced and thinking of this guys out there. I started to rub my fly and quickly got hard. Mr Tight was watching me and consequently started to touch himself too. There was nobody but us, no passers-by in the street nearby: I pulled out my dick and massaged it. The noises behind me got louder. Whipped by desire and lust I jumped over the fence with my cock up in the air, dove into the bush, towards the spot were the sounds came from. I saw Mr Tank and Mr Shorts: Mr Shorts was doing Mr Tank's nipples with both hands easily slipped into one of the numerous openings a tank provides. At the same time Mr Tank was kneading - there is no other word - Mr Shorts' crotch. My dick firmly grabbed in my hand, I went near them. They finally saw me. Mr Short abandoned a nipple and moved down his big hand down until it brushed past my dick. He seized it and slowly began caressing it with his finger tips, teasing the head, rubbing the balls. I decided to replace his hand on Mr Tank's now-lonely nipple. Oh boy, never ever saw such a huge nipple: it was thick and very hard and each time I pressed it or pinched it or twisted it, Mr Tank would moan. My other hand was free and set to taste Mr Shorts crotch. I moved up closer to the guy till our faces touched. He had thick and meaty lips; I brought mine closed to his and opened them with my tongue. He swiftly responded and was soon sucking on my tongue darted in his mouth. At the same time my right hand arrived at the waist band of his shorts, lifted it, plunged down with difficulty since Mr Tank was grabbing and slapping and rubbing and pressing his crotch. I managed to catch his shaft at the base and man, it was all wet and sticky. My hand slid up towards the head: his cock was oozing pre-cum continuously. By now I was tired Mr Tank's nipple and wanted to have a go at his manhood. I went for his fly, unzipped it and got out his prick which I started to jerk off. His hand stop me: "If you wanna make me come, just do my nipples". I heard a crack! behind me Mr Tight had joined us and was beating his meat, with his pants down. He was older than us, in his 40s and wow! had such a big tool. We were now all in rhythm:I was jacking off Mr Shorts at my right, Mr Short was doing one of Mr Tank's nipple, Mr Tank was whacking off Mr Tight with the help of my other hand which sometimes joined Mr Shorts' hand exploring Mr Tight's asshole - our fingers fighting inside him. Mr Tight was in charge of Mr Tank's other nipple. Mr Tank's dick, following his desire was left idle but nonetheless throbbed and moved up and down. A blue light flashed. And again. And again. A police car was marauding up the nearby street. We froze. Panting and scared. Mr Tight pulled up his pants, ready to leave. The blue light grew dimmer as the car pulled away. At that moment, Mr Shorts must have pinched Mr Tank's nipple harder because he gasped "I'm coming!". A white stream bolted out of his cock and hit my hand who still was on Mr Shorts' hog. Holy Shoot ! Mr Tank could come without even touching is dick! I resumed jacking off Mr Shorts, using the warm cumload as lube. Mr Shorts was back on my dick; our lips met again, his warm tongue twisted around mine, the sweet smell of his sweat going to my head. We joined our cocks in our hands and whacked off together. I soon felt a hot fluid running between my fingers as I shot my load in his. We wiped our hands against tree trunks and split. Leaving Mr Tight beating off ( about the bush) alone behind us.