I invited a bunch of Soxster boys to go for a Stargayzing night…a write up from one of the eleven attendees:
“Hey boss, if it’s alright i’m gonna head home and do a couple hours of remote work”
“No problem, see you tomorrow”
I do want to focus on my work, but I also plan to get ready for an exciting night.
Gloves, hoodie, and blue pills sorted. I’m ready to go on an adventure.
A short drive later I hop out my car and . . . where am I meant to go? 😅
As I approach the park there are two tracks, both are utterly dark and spooky. Wandering down there would be an easy way for me to get lost and spend my night wading through the sticks and maybe getting bit by a snake.
Instead I cross over to the other side, and where I can dawdle down a well lit pathway (surely there will be an obvious entrance somewhere down here).
*pa ding* C has just arrived at the park, and is asking the group chat which pathway to take.
I try to ask him to stay put so I can walk in with him, but my gloves are getting in the way. By the time fire off the message, he’s already well on his way.
“Holy shit it’s dark” is how C describes the path.
I make it back to the two spooky paths, steel myself, and set off down the unpaved path.
“Holy shit it’s dark” I message the chat.
I wonder if it would be a faux pas to use my phone to light the way.
*pa ding* C tells the chat he’s wondering if it breaks etiquette to use his phone light, but that he’s doing it anyway (that’s all the permission I need).
There are two figures standing at a crossroads. I extinguish my light and cautiously approach, but my fears evaporate when I see I’m among friends. We set off down one of the roads to try and find the group.
Through twists, and turns, past some kind of depot (the lights from it both blinding me and challenging my sense of safe anonymity) we meet the familiar towering silhouette of Soxster himself.
He led us down past a landmark where we met up with the rest of the group. Before long I was on my knees, servicing his cock along side JU. Others paired up and the fun got into full swing. One highlight was JA letting out some primal groans and growls while JO give him mind-blowing head, and H having the empathy to shimmy forward so C can lean on a tree while getting fucked.
After a while we settle down. *pa ding* D is still stuck at that crossroads and unsure how to find us. We pull our pants up and embark on a little walk.
The trees and bushes rustle. The twigs littering the dirt path make a satisfying crunch under-foot. I’m reminded of my time in the Air Cadets, bivouacking in various training areas, playing a more serious version of hide-and-seek.
After all this time outdoors my eyes have adjusted to the night. Faces are clearer. Obstacles easily avoided. I can even spot a rare bird. Perched on a low branch is a Tawny Frogmouth. I call the group’s attention to it, and we take a moment to appreciate one of Australia’s ornithological beauties.
After a short stroll we are back at the crossroads. D is waiting there. A bit of chit chat breaks out, we discuss how scary the dark path is, our prior experiences with public fun, etc. But before I know it, JO is bent over a park bench, Soxster slowly working his hole. Someone taking a fist in public wasn’t something I thought I’d see, but damn wasn’t fun to watch (evidence attached).
Once he’s good and stretched out, I am invited to hop on. GODDAMN! His ass feel amazing. His hole is so accomodating, and his hips are perfect handles. It doesn’t take long for me to find our rhythm (I may be a top but I’m not very experienced so this is really really cool). C is also bent over the other side of the bench. We’re going at it for a while before the group spots someone approaching.
We carefully scramble to look innocent again (or as innocent as a group of guys in a known beat with not torch and no other discernible activity can look). A sigh of relief let out when it’s just X, and we go back to our debauchery.
D is topping C, while JO continues to get worked over.
After being worked over by D’s big D (if you know, you know), C feels like he’s had enough for tonight and most of us take a breather and relax for a while.
Another stranger approaches, another scramble to put the lube away, but the mystery man identifies himself as R, a Soxster newcomer.
C rallies and makes sure to give R a proper welcome to our little community. JO and C are both bent over the bench, getting pounded together when they do the cutest thing and start kissing in the midst of our playing.
“Stranger” another announces. We get ourselves decent again while this guy carrying a torch comes up, slowly walks to our group, taking his time to circle around us, then goes back on his way.
Once he’s gone we get straight back to it, and I move up and mount C. Viagra really is amazing. I normally would really struggle to get hard at these kind of things, but I’m able to get up and on him easily. I’m having so much fun exploring his sexy body, and he’s always so hot, even when it’s so cold out. After a couple minutes I’m feeling tired and start to wind up. Others also start heading off.
Most of us might be done, but Soxster still hasn’t finished. JO gladly rises to the task, by going down on Soxster. Soxster looks so happy with a guy sucking him off, working on his cock while the rest of us are hanging around. JO is doing a great job as Soxster starts to huff and moan and really enjoy himself.
“Stranger”. But this time Soxster and JO don’t stop. The rest of us are cautious and tidy up, but not those two. Soxster’s breathing keeps getting heavier as the stranger gets closer. It’s torch guy from before. Soxster is arching his back, and JO goes harder on Soxster’s dick. Torch guy stands to the side while Soxster is loving getting blown. He lets out a groan and blows his load right there. I’m equally shocked and amused by their courage. To carry on, right in front of a stranger, to give/reach ecstasy in the face of the unknown. Amazing
Torch guy leaves shortly after, and the group agrees that it’s time to pack up. We do our best to clean up the space, then make our exit.
Heading back along the longer path we’re all chatting, and expressing our appreciation of the experience, and scheming of future adventures. We did have a gay old time in the park.
It was something different.
Something new.
And definitely something to try again.
-P