I'm in my late 40's, and happily married (to a wonderful guy) but every so often I get the call of the wild and have to join the pack of men who roam at night in the park on the hill. It isn't because I don't find the love I want from my partner. No, it is a much different need that is fulfilled by the embrace of total strangers. This experience happened two nights ago.
It has been warm recently, and two nights ago was simply beautiful, cool and refreshing, with the smell of jasmine filling the streets. I walked the few blocks to the park and started climbing up to the top of the hill where the men congregate. It was dark, there was no moon, but the lights from the city gave the entire hill an even glow. As my eyes adjusted, I could see everything but not in much detail.
As I turned off the main paved path to the dirt path towards the cruising area, I noticed that someone was walking in the other direction on the pavement. I stopped and turned around so that he knew why I was there. I already had my dick out, and I started playing with it. He paused and then turned on to my path and came towards me. He looked middle aged like me, but in the dim light I couldn't tell if he was 35 or 55. He looked pleasant enough, he had the one feature that I find essential, a smile.
When he got to where I was, I felt his pants and he took hold of my cock. In a short time he was bending over to suck on it. As much as I wanted to suck his, I didn't, because of the agreement I have with my lover. After sucking my cock for a while he got up and we hugged. Our mouths joined together for a passionate kiss. Our tongues exploring each other. I sucked on his neck and could taste the salt from his perspiration. We passionately hugged and kissed some more.
This is what I come up the hill for. There seems nothing more life affirming to me than to make passionate love to a total stranger. At such times I feel the glory of all creation's creatures. Two sparks of life meeting at random and joining together. Together we make a bigger spark. Up on the hill with all the other sparks of life hovering around, I feel like part of the wonderful flame of being. So often during our day-to-day routines we meet people and are fearful, distrusting, cautious or just routinely courteous. But in the middle of night on this hill you are all there for the same purpose -- open, trusting and loving. And it is beautiful.
As we stood in the middle of the path, embracing in the open, with our pants open, our dicks out and hard. Occasionally someone would pass by us, walking to or from the cruising area further up the hill. I'm not sure how many people passed us. I was so lost in the exploration of my new soul-mate. I did notice one person only after he had passed us. My new buddy broke our embrace so that he could go back to sucking my now very hard 7" cock. This gave me a chance to look around and see if there was anyone else around.
Another fellow was making his way up the path towards where we stood. I beckoned him over and he slowly came closer. When he got close enough, I felt for his cock in his pants. He quickly got involved in the action, and in no time he had taken over sucking my cock. His mouth and throat were hard. He took turns going cock to cock as the first fellow and I went back to kissing.
Another man started up the path towards us. As he got closer I beckoned him over so he would know he was welcomed to join in. He was younger and attractive, and after he got close enough to see what we looked like he decided to keep on going up the hill. After he passed, I said "snob" to my partners. They chuckled in agreement. So many of the younger good looking guys feel like they are searching for perfection -- the perfect body -- the perfect face -- the perfect dick. They act like they are shopping for a car or a piece of furniture.
or We are the ratty old things they'd rather send to the thrift store or scrap heap. I feel sorry for them because they don't seem to see the sparks of beauty and love that are all around them and if they do, they don't want to share it. I'm sure they are able to find great sex, but do they share in the fraternity of gay love that is all around them? I'm not sure. I on the other hand am middle aged, greying and a tad overweight. But so what. There are lots of guys just like me and they are hot. They have the spark, they know it and they want to share it.
The three of us continued. Eventually I couldn't hold of any longer and came in the newcomer's throat and then he worked on sucking everything out of me that he could get. I moaned and had to hold on to my two new buddies and the orgasm was so strong it made me dizzy. After a minute or two I embraced them both, reveling in the good feelings between us. I thanked them and wished them a good night and headed back home. I never did make it to the cruising area.
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