When I retired a few years ago, my wife encouraged me to take “a good long walk” every morning. I enjoyed the exercise, and among the various four- or five-mile routes I took, I found a few that included parts of the county park near my neighborhood. The park was a particularly pleasant place to walk, with well-groomed paths, a playground, sports fields, and a varied landscape. And there were always people around, involved in various activities or just walking, like me.

The path I enjoyed most wound through a rather heavily wooded area of the park. Though it was a lot less busy there, I would occasionally pass people on the path or see someone sitting on one of the benches in the shade of the woods. These were invariably older guys like me, or even older, and we would usually exchange a polite greeting when I encountered them.

One warm day, I had extra time to kill; my wife had gone shopping in the city with her sister. “We’ll be having lunch downtown today, so you’ll have to get your own lunch,” she had told me quasi-apologetically. I didn’t mind.

So, walking my favorite path through the park, I decided to stop and take advantage of the cool shade. I sat down on one of the benches for a while, probably three-quarters of an hour or so, and watched the wildlife and the occasional human creature.

After a while, a pattern emerged. I saw an old man leave the path and go into the woods on what looked like a deer trail. Later, another old guy did the same. And then I saw someone coming back onto the walkway at the same spot, another older dude. He glanced my way - furtively, I thought - before hurrying off in the opposite direction.

Curious now, I decided to investigate. I found the trail easy to follow as it meandered through some pretty dense woods that eventually thinned as I neared a clearing. I stopped and listened; I thought I’d heard a voice.

Was that moaning I heard? I stepped forward cautiously, and that’s when I saw one of the guys I had seen entering the trail - a tall, lanky fellow in a recognizably loud Hawaiian shirt. What was he doing?

I stepped to the side, behind a tree, to get a better angle. It felt sneaky, but I didn’t want to be noticed. I’d heard another moa,n and it was coming from somewhere else. And now I could see what the man was doing. He was masturbating!

He was standing with his Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned and his pants open, staring across the clearing with his cock in his hand. I could see him stroking its evidently prodigious length. What was he looking at?

I stepped farther to my right, around the tree, and spied what he was watching. It was another man facing in my direction with his pants around his ankles. He, too, was masturbating. He was evidently the source of the moaning; he moaned again as I watched.

He was bending forward a little, and I saw that there was another guy behind him. Very close behind him. He was fucking him! I could tell by the way they moved together that they were fucking. Right there in the open! And they were letting the other man watch them fuck. And they were watching him watch them as they shamelessly copulated like rutting beasts.

I felt a flush of excitement. My dick was hard, straining in the confines of my jeans. I had never seen anything like this and was surprised by my visceral, erotic reaction. Gays, I thought. And the short guy is letting the big guy fuck his ass! Why did that turn me on? Gay sex had never interested me in the least.

But I found it fascinating! There was a look of utter bliss on the face of the guy getting fucked - did it really feel that good? - and the one fucking him was beginning to thrust more forcefully. He grunted as he accelerated, making his partner moan even more. “Yes! Fuck me!” he said, as he thrust his ass back at his assailant.

My dick certainly liked what I was seeing even if another part of me was saying, ‘This is too weird. No, don’t look.’ But looking is exactly what I wanted to do! I felt a tremendous attraction to all three of these guys, old guys like me, pleasuring themselves in the open air.

What harm could there be in watching a couple of old men fuck? And if Mr. Hawaiian shirt could take out his cock, why shouldn’t I?

I unzipped and pulled out my dick. The fresh air felt liberating. I gripped it and stroked a little, but my pants were kind of in the way, so I unbuckled and pushed them down to my knees. There, that’s better, I thought. My dick felt big, hard, and very demanding in my hand. My balls felt heavy, in need of release. Every part of me was getting excited, like I was a teenager again.

The Hawaiian shirt guy stopped jerking. Holding his pants up with his left hand, he crossed the clearing to the copulating couple and took hold of the smaller man’s cock, pushing its owner’s hand away. They just kept on fucking. The little guy moaned again. Hawaiian shirt guy dropped his pants and then dropped to his knees and lowered his head to take the cock into his mouth.

I watched, stroking my dick with growing abandon as the guy in the middle started babbling, “Oh! Oh, yeah! Suck it, baby! Yes, yes, fuck me!” and the like in various combinations, culminating in, “Oh, I’m going to cum! Yes! Fuck the cum out of me, daddy! Eat my cum, cocksucker! Fuck me! I’m cumming! Fuuuuck!”

I was on the verge of cumming myself. Maybe that’s why I didn’t hear the guy coming up behind me from the trail, until a twig snapped sharply under his boot only a few feet away.

“Heyyy, buddy,” he said in a deep, soft voice, “Let me help you with that...”

I turned my head and saw a burly man wearing denim overalls without a shirt. In the second or two before he had his arms around me, I noted his bulk and his beard. He was about my height but bigger in every other dimension.

I’m pretty average: 5’10”, 165 lbs, fairly trim and in shape, though not athletic. I have a fringe of white hair and a full white beard trimmed short and neat.

This new guy must have weighed 220. He had a round, protruding gut and thick, muscular, hairy arms that reached around me and pulled me back against his chest as he gripped my 6-inch boner and squeezed it. I felt his belly press into the small of my back. His bushy red-grey beard tickled my neck. The scent of his musky man-sweat enveloped me like a warm blanket. I felt his hot breath in my ear; it smelled of cigar smoke.

“Yeah, buddy,” he whispered huskily, “let me feel your cock!”

My dick erupted almost the moment he touched it, prodigiously; copious amounts of cum spurted from my pulsating organ onto his fingers, into his hand. He cupped his palm to catch as much as he could. My whole body was quaking. I almost swooned; my new buddy held me tight, keeping me from collapsing.

“Yeah! Yeah! That’s it, baby! Cum for your daddy!” His deep voice resonated loudly in my ear as my vision blurred and my head swam.

A deep breath cleared my head quickly. I was still excited. He let go of my softening cock, but it didn’t go all the way down, nor would it for some time. He brought his cum-covered hand to his lips and tasted it; I heard the slurp; I heard the “Mmmm,” humming in my ear.

“Here, have some,” he said, putting his hand to my mouth. The smell of my cum, although not completely foreign to me, had a novel aphrodisiacal effect on me. Far from being repulsed as I would have expected, I licked his hand greedily, gratefully, savoring the nutty flavor, my first taste of cum, as I cleansed his palm and fingers with my lapping tongue.

“Oh, you like that,” he said matter-of-factly. “You want some more, hungry boy?” he asked.

He turned me around to face him. It seemed effortless on his part; I felt the strength in his burly arms. He pressed me gently to my knees. The huge bulge down his left pant leg caught my eye while he unbuttoned the straps of his bib and let his overalls fall to the toes of his big black boots. He was naked underneath.

Impressions come quickly. I was instantly aware of the hairiness of this husky man. It was not just his chest, which was dense with grey hair, but even his belly had a dusting of reddish-brown fuzz that grew thicker and darker lower down, forming a rich jungle in his crotch where his big balls nested and out of which, like a mighty oak, stood an enormously thick trunk of a cock.

It must have been seven or eight inches long with a most impressive girth. It was uncut; its foreskin was stretched by its fully erect state, showing a beautiful, pink head peaking out, displaying its little round piss-hole, which I suddenly desired to explore with the tip of my tongue.

“I got some for you right here, little buddy,” he said, taking the back of my head gently in his big hands and pulling me into him. “Help yourself.”

I did. I leaned in, and, for the first time in my life, I tasted cock. I licked the little hole with a tentative jab and then swabbed the head with a broad stroke of my tongue. The flavor of his cock-flesh combined with the heavy musk of his groin’s ball sweat made my head swim with lust. Who knew? I had no idea cocksucking could be so seductive!

I wanted this huge slab of man-meat in my mouth. I opened wide and slipped my lips around the wide shaft, caressing the head with my receding tongue as I made room, welcoming him in, filling my mouth with it, though it was only a fraction of his big cock.

I felt a palpable joy: the knowledge that I could give this man pleasure. I wanted to make him cum. Not, as he implied, because I liked the taste, but because I wanted to please him, to pleasure him, to be the source of immense satisfaction. This is what a cocksucker feels, I realized. I wanted to be doing this, to be his cocksucker.

I sucked hard, and I twirled my tongue all around that mouthful of hard cock as I tried to take him deeper, choking a little while swallowing the excess saliva that flooded my mouth. I felt his precum oozing from the opening and I tasted it: clean and smooth and delicious. I swallowed that too.

He must have wanted to go deeper, too, because he was helping me. He held my head still as he pressed gently, firmly into me. I thought of the sword-swallowers I had seen on the TV variety shows of my youth in the 60s. I relaxed my throat, a supreme act of will, willing him to take me, to fill my throat with his massive girth.

My throat spasmed as he pressed through. My eyes watered, my nose ran, but I succeeded! He was all the way in! My nose was pressed hard into his fragrant fur. His balls bumped against my bearded chin. Breathing through my nose, I was filled with the scent of him; his musk was almost as arousing as the stretching in my throat and the firmness of the shaft against my stroking tongue as I sucked him.

My own dick was as hard as his now. We were one, united in this ritual, Man and Cunt. Yes, that’s what I felt like, a cunt. It was exhilarating. But it got better! He withdrew his shaft; the head popped back out of my throat into my mouth, precum flowing where I could taste it again. Then he pushed back in all the way. The friction at my constriction point no longer made me want to gag. It was an erotic tremor that went straight to my dick. And soon, he was fucking me, thrusting in and out, long-cocking my face like the pussy it had become.

My dick throbbed with every stroke of his manly thrusting in and out of my throat. And when he came, my dick jumped - I almost came too. His thrusting slowed down, and then, with one last lunge, he held my face to his crotch and pumped his sperm deep into me, breeding my gullet. I felt each pulse from my lips to my tonsils, shooting down the thick shaft, injecting his seed into me and making me his. it was an amazing feeling. And I just kept sucking...

When the pulsing stopped, my feeder pulled his cock out of the depths of my gullet, and its head through popped into my mouth again, where my continued sucking milked out the remains of his cum. I could taste it now; It was subtly different from mine: a little stronger and saltier. I swallowed it gratefully.

I looked up into the man’s eyes. He looked pleased and satisfied. He reminded me of my grandfather, I suddenly realized, although I guessed him to be a year or two younger than me. He had made me feel like a child, a child in his care, dependent on him. I hoped I looked as grateful as I felt. He had opened a whole new world to me.

“Who’s your new friend?” I turned my head and saw that Hawaiian-Shirt-Guy was standing next to me. His pants were all the way off now. His cock, partially soft, hung in a graceful arc, out and down; it looked like a good ten inches, but not as thick as the one I’d just sucked. I had to tear my eyes away from its magnificence to appraise the rest of him.

“What’s your name, buddy?” Grandpa asked me.

“I’m Calvin,” I replied, looking up at the taller man. He was wearing nothing except an open shirt. His chest, slightly concave, had some sparse grey hair, more noticeable around his brown nipples, and he had a small pot belly. He looked sturdy, though, and tall, over six feet, for sure, even with his slight stoop, the way some men get from decades of desk work. He had a keen, intellectual look, like a writer or an academic.

“Calvin here is a great cocksucker,” Grandpa said. And to me, he said, “I’m Barry, but everyone calls me ‘Bear.’” He held out a hand to help me to my feet.

“And I’m Andy,” said the owner of the long cock and the loud shirt. He reached for my cock - it was still hard, pointing straight ahead at a forty-five-degree angle. “Looks like you’re ready for more action!” he grinned, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I came once, already...” I said, wondering at my evident resilience. I don’t think Judy and I had gone twice in a row in over thirty years.

“You wanna fuck some ass?” Andy said. “Hey, Billy, come over here!” he yelled over his shoulder. He turned back to me. “You don’t mind sloppy seconds, do you?”

Acting like a master of ceremonies, Andy seemed to want to orchestrate the next act of this obscene opera. Billy was the short, wiry fellow that I had watched getting fucked from behind. He sauntered over to us, buck naked.

“Hi, guys, what’s your pleasure?” he asked, grinning.

“This is Calvin. Show him your ass,” Andy told him.

Billy smiled coyly at me and turned around. He bent forward with his hands on his knees, jutting his ass towards me. It was nice and round, pale, with a deep cleft separating two perfectly symmetrical half-globes. Not quite feminine in appearance, but it held a similar attraction. I liked it.

Andy said, “Spread ‘em, cunt-boy. Show him your pussy.”

Still leaning forward, Billy reached behind himself with both hands and pulled his cheeks apart. The cleft widened, exposing a smooth, pale valley with a pink oval in the middle, slightly puckered, like lips, around a tiny vertical smile.

As I stared, it winked at me! The lips pouched outward, stretching his pucker open a little, just enough to see a moist, red circle inside with a dark hole at its center. He repeatedly flexed, winking his pussy at me until, with an obscene farting sound, a glob of yellow-white cum dribbled out.

Now that’s a fuck-hole, I thought, and I wanted to fill it. I wondered where that guy was, the one who had planted that cum.

“Billy’s a real slut,” Andy explained. “Can’t get enough. I’d fuck him myself, but my cock almost killed him once.” He laughed.

Billy giggled and, looking back over his shoulder, said, “Give it to me, Calvin!”

I wasn’t going to argue. I grabbed his hips, bent my knees to line up with the target, and pushed my cock into his opening. It was snug but barely resistant. I slid right into the hilt, thrilling to a hot, silky friction. It felt amazing! It was as slippery as any pussy I’d ever fucked, but tighter, more gripping.

I just started fucking. Selecting the pace that felt best, I pumped my dick in and out of Billy’s faggot pussy with carefree abandon. I’d never felt so wild and free. My dick was a ramrod bent on destroying all before it. I increased the speed of my thrusting, slamming into that hot ass hard, making that rhythmic slapping noise, exultant in my dominance. The alpha male, claiming what’s his.

Andy was grinning ear to ear. He was pulling on that enormous cock of his, now stiff and even longer, pointing straight at Billy and me as we rutted. Bear was watching too. I’d never performed for an audience before, but it made the whole scene more electric. I watched Andy masturbate with prurient glee, knowing I was giving him pleasure too with this lewd display.

Just as I was beginning to wonder how long I could keep up this pace and if I was capable of a second orgasm so soon, Bear reached out and slapped my ass, encouraging me. I slowed down the pace and started grinding hard into Billy as if I wanted to drill into the center of his being. He was moaning like a two-bit whore now. Long and deep, I plowed him, feeling every scintillating inch of his bowels gripping and titillating my fervid pole.

Suddenly, the moaning stopped. Andy had plugged the hole! “Yeah?” he teased, “You ready to be spit-roasted, boy?” Apparently, the tool that was too big for Billy’s rectum was a fine fit for his throat; Andy’s cock had all but disappeared down the faggot’s pie hole!

“Mmm ... mmfff ... ggkkh ... mmmm...” was now the the only sound from Billy’s mouth that rose above the wet slapping of Andy’s groin against his face. A sound of delight and excitement.

Andy and I locked eyes over Billy’s bent back and grinned at each other. It was almost like we were fucking each other; Billy was just a conduit linking our cocks together in some kind of bizarre male bonding ritual. I was getting closer to blowing my load.

And then I felt Bear’s hand on my ass again, lingering this time. Both hands. He was behind me, kneading my naked buns as I ground my pelvis into Billy’s supple manhole. It felt so good! I pulled Billy’s pussy into me and kept grinding. I felt Bear pull my cheeks apart, exposing my asshole. A finger grazed it. My pucker tingled. I felt Bear’s beard between my thighs. The tingle expanded exponentially when I felt his tongue swipe up my crack and press into my tight little anus.

That finally did it! My balls contracted, my dick exploded, and wave after wave of convulsion swept up my shaft, draining my balls, and still continued, out of control, pumping and pulsing, long after I was sure that every last sperm cell had been delivered deep inside Billy’s bowels.

I almost collapsed. My knees buckled, but Billy, stronger than he looked, was able to take my weight on his back, and Andy reached forward to steady me.

It’s a good thing he did because, then, Bear’s tongue was replaced! I felt it, blunt and wide, firm, insistent. I knew it was his cock. I had sucked it before. I welcomed it again.

Not just I, but my asshole, too, with a mind of its own, surrendered to the assault. It opened like a woman’s vagina, spreading apart to receive Bear’s tremendous girth. The sensation was astonishing! The stretching, the friction of his shaft driving through my anal ring, the pressure on my prostate, and the warmth of his body as he covered my ass all together restored my strength, renewed my desire, and made me eager to breed.

I had seen Billy get fucked like this. Then I had fucked Billy like this. Now it was my turn to be fucked. To be bred from behind. Like a bitch. I was glad it was Bear. He was the first man I’d ever touched in a sexual way. It felt right to give him my anal cherry too.

He fucked me thoroughly, proficiently, expertly, taking his pleasure but giving it too. I took it like a man; my initial discomfort, the few quick stabs of pain, had dissipated fast, leaving me in a state of ecstatic passivity. In and out, varying the speed and the depth of his virile thrusts, Bear kept me in suspense.

He took total control, putting me in my place as his plaything, a toy, a mere object for his release. I was his cum receptacle. That knowledge, along with the physical sensation of being filled by his manhood, brought me to arousal once more.

Meanwhile, Andy had disengaged from Billy, who now turned around and took my slimy dick, which had been up his ass, into his mouth. I knew it was covered in cum - two loads from two different men. He made quite a show of savoring the taste of ass-tainted cum, evidently appetizing to him.

Andy went around behind Bear. He was out of my field of vision, but I heard him say, “You want my cock?”

“Yeah, fuck me!” Bear said. “I want it.” His thrusting stopped. I heard him grunt. And then he lurched forward and began the fucking motion again, slower but steadier than before. He was breathing hard now. I tried to imagine Andy’s huge cock fitting inside him. Evidently, what had nearly killed Billy was manageable by Bear. In fact, as he picked up speed and momentum, it appeared he enjoyed it!

Bear was now sandwiched between Andy and me. He was both fucking and being fucked at the same time. ‘Wow!’ I thought, ‘I have to try that!’ It was exciting beyond words to experience them serially, as I was doing. And I was having the time of my life! I had just fucked a man in the ass for the first time and had cum inside him. And now I was being given the same treatment. I surrendered to the pleasure of being fucked, and I wanted to feel Bear cum inside me again, this time at my other end.

Now Billy, who had been cleaning my dick, suddenly stopped. Another man had arrived, a black man, bald with a grizzled beard. “Hey, Jim,” Billy called out to him.

“Hi, fellas,” Jim replied, watching our three-way fuck. “Having a good time, I see!” He laughed a deep-throated chuckle.

Billy went to him and grabbed his crotch. “What did you bring me, daddy?” he said in an exaggerated, simpering lisp.

“Don’t worry, Billy-boy, I’ve got just what you need!” Jim growled.

They moved out of my field of vision. I didn’t care; Bear was getting close to blowing his load. I could tell by his ragged breathing and the way he was jerking around, starting to lose it ... And then I felt it, not the cum, but the convulsions.

They were seismic in proportion and were accompanied by a groan that was practically a howl. I clenched my sphincter hard on his pulsing cock and felt the shockwaves roil up my chute. An amazing feeling once again to bring my man off, to make him cum. I sighed deeply, contented, as the waves subsided and I felt the retreat of his spent weapon.

But Bear was still moaning and grunting in rhythm, in time with the steady pistoning of Andy’s massive rod. I let the Bear-cock slip from my gaping pussy, and I turned around to watch.

What a sight! Andy was long-dicking Bear’s poop chute with the skill of an artist. I watched his cock appear out of Bear’s butt: out and out it came, into the dappled sunlight, a length of shaft that just kept extending, and still more, until just the edge of its tawny crown appeared at the tight opening. And then, bam!, Andy slammed the full eleven inches into the hilt. This drama was on repeat, with no letup.

Bear’s cock, shining with ass juice (mine) and cum (his) was waving lewdly, beckoning me, rocked by the vigorous pounding from behind. Without giving a whole lot of thought to the matter, I grasped it and swiped it with my tongue. I had already tasted his cum straight from the source, so the difference now had to be ass, my ass to be specific. It was tangier, more pungent than before, and, along with the smell of it, more intoxicating! I took his thick, soft dick into my mouth and sucked.

Was I developing an oral fixation? I wondered. Because the act of sucking, especially this big, fat mouthful, was just so satisfying! But there was more going on. I felt the quake of each pounding thrust from Andy. I saw his balls swinging into view and bumping against Bear’s balls beneath him. Andy was clean-shaven down there, like Billy, making his balls look smooth and elegant compared to Bear’s wild and wooly bag. I reached down, between Bear’s legs to feel them. Loose and wobbly at first, they were alive and reactive; they jumped, retracting as Andy’s sack tightened up, drawing his balls up. My touch had set him off!

“Aaarrrrgh!” Andy roared as he unloaded, pulling Bear into him, away from me, so that his cock popped out of my mouth!

“Yeah, buddy! Give me that cum!” Bear cried out. He looked ecstatic, pushing his butt back against Andy as if he needed that cum injected as deep as possible.

I chased Bear’s cock, wanting to renew the comfort of suckling on it, but Andy had pulled out of his ass, and Bear had other ideas. He spun around and thrust his big hairy ass in my face. “Eat my ass, Calvin! Clean my dirty pussy!”

His words goaded me; I lunged forward and put my lips to his puckered hole amidst the matted dark hairs, dank with Andy’s cum. It gaped slightly at my touch as I kissed him there, and, in a moment, I was French-kissing his ass, putting my tongue in as deep as I could, licking and sucking out every glob of cum I could get. I loved it! There was something liberating in lowering myself to so subservient a task.

And then I felt Andy behind me, lifting my ass and positioning it so he could lick my hole too! Now I was feeling the same thing I was doing to Bear. The sensation on my sensitive anal ring was amazing!

When Andy and I had swallowed pretty much all the cum we were likely to extract from our respective receptacles, we wiped our mouths on our sleeves and grinned at each other. Bear went off to join Jim and Billy while Andy and I talked as we dressed.

I learned that he’s one of about a half-dozen regulars who show up around noon most days and that there were other guys there in the evening. He laughed when I told him that I was married and hadn’t done anything like this before. “I’m not gay either,” he said, dispelling my assumptions. Turns out that Billy is one of the only gay guys; there are a few who consider themselves bi, but most of them, like him and Bear, are married like me.

I thought about all this on the walk home. Who knew man-on-man sex could be so amazing? I would never have believed it if I hadn’t experienced it myself.

Judy was already home when I arrived. “Hi, dear. You’re later than usual.” She said by way of greeting.

“Yeah, I met and made some new friends at the park,” I replied.

“That’s nice, dear,” she said. “Did you get lunch?”

“Yes, I picked up a little snack,” I said, smiling to myself; the taste of cum still lingered. “Quite satisfying.” I was looking forward to my next morning’s walk.