"Shaved? Clean?" The guy asked over the chat app. I answered in the affirmative.
A moment later, "My partner and I are into something kinda kinky. You down?"
"Depends." I answered, "There's some stuff I'm just not into, some stuff I can't get on board with."
The guy was stocky, a construction worker. Not an idle one either, that kind of stocky that hid a substantial build underneath. His partner was slightly heavier and not quite as built, but still imposing. They were both hung on the generous side of average, with the partner being a bit above average where girth was concerned.
"You can do this. I'm sure you can do this." He answered. His confidence was a bit annoying, but what was I gonna do? My wife was eight-plus months pregnant. I hadn't gotten laid in a month and just wanted something...anything naked.
"OK" I answered, "What is it?"
There was a long pause. Finally the message came through, "You know that park? The state park along route 138?" I answered that I did, "There's a trail that goes both ways along the river. HA...goes both ways."
A bisexual joke at my expense. Hilarious.
"Tomorrow morning the park opens at 7 AM. Get there when it opens, as early as it opens. Go to the downstream trail. About three-quarters of a mile down there's a branch in the trail. Take the left hand branch, away from the river. You'll know it's the right one if you look right and see a little picnic area and a small waterfall." I knew the area he was talking about. I walked the dogs there before. I never took the left hand trail though, sticking along the river.
He continued, "Follow that trail for a quarter mile. There will be another branch at a bench made of a split log. Go left again. Follow that for about 300 yards. You'll go behind a thick stand of pines and see a set of low benches."
"Strip naked. Put your clothes in a backpack. Pull out lube. Where you're at, you'll be able to see anyone coming up the trail way before they can see you. If you see anyone's face, hide behind a large rock outcropping on the other side of the benches. If you see face masks, it's us." He said, "There may be more than two of us. Just roll. Understand these instructions?"
I had written them down quickly, "Yeah" I said. He disconnected from chat.
I woke up the next morning and showered, shaving my groin and ass crack, then shaving it again. He'd made special note of it. My backpack was packed with lube, condoms and a couple bottles of water.
I let the wife know I'd be going to the gym and then to be 'running some errands'. "Can you pick me up some snacks?" She asked. I said absolutely. Her mother would be over shortly to help her with some household stuff.
The parking attendant at the station was there about fifteen minutes early. I took an inconspicuous parking spot some distance away from the entry to the downstream trail, grabbed my backpack and started the jog southbound.
I'd selected a medium-sized buttplug for the jog and lubed the sides to keep from chafing. It worked out pretty well and I found myself at the hidey-hole behind the small copse of trees in no time. The benches looked like they'd been originally built to go with picnic tables but had long ago been liberated. They were solid and well-built though, so I used the closest one to lose my loose t-shirt and shorts, keeping my socks and shoes on.
He'd been absolutely correct, from this spot you could uniquely see the trail some quarter mile in the distance and if anyone was coming that way. So far I was alone but there was some time to wait.
I worked the buttplug in and out of me in the meantime. It was a medium sized one, if you take out every monstrous bad-dragon level one. Not a hole-wrecking level item. The activity was forcing me into a pronounced erection.
The sound of the river was muted this far away so when I heard the voices I was immediately alert. I glanced down towards the trail.
Three balaclavas walked my way. The men were naked otherwise. They were far away enough that I couldn't make out much otherwise, backpacks, shoes, face coverings.
I quickly used a wet wipe on my crack and placed the bottle of lube next to me, wrapping the plug in the towelette and putting it in a baggie in the backpack. I then took my position, bent over, hands on the bench, ass presented.
They rounded the trees a moment or two later. The first man was the one I was chatting with. Solid, a bit of a belly, about 6'3", generous body hair with the exception of his dark cock and balls, several shades darker than his otherwise very white body. It was flaccid, but thick already, the also shaved sack swinging a good few inches lower.
The second man was his partner, I'd seen him as well. As tall as the first man but heavier by a good twenty pounds. Much less hairy. His equipment was as bald as the first man's but roughly the same color as the rest of his body. Also unlike the first man, he was fully erect, his pink head projecting a good six and a half inches out from his body on a thick shaft. His balls were tucked close to his body, "Look at this here! A woodland fairy!" He said, a rich baritone coming from under the cloth scarf on his face.
"HA!" the first man chuffed outward, the cloth bowing outward from the air.
The partner came up next to me and grabbed the lube I'd left out, "Think he's ready?" He directed this to the first man. The third man walked around in front of me. He was almost as tall as the first man but a bit heavier. He was fairly hairy, dark brown and gray over his whole physique, again with the exception of his crotch. By all appearances he was a generation older than the other two.
His growing prick was in my face, so I opened my mouth and took him inside. Limp, he was somewhat over five inches and not quite as thick as the man who was currently lining up behind me. "That's nice" the gravelly voice said as I started to lick on the thickening head.
Around back, a hard knot pressed towards my rectum and I bore down to allow it inside. The man wasn't here to be patient, that was an emotion utterly apparent in every bit of their body language. They were here to fuck.
Even the man in my mouth was just priming himself. He was erect now, something a bit over six inches and on the thicker side. He was moving his hips in a mockery of screwing. His belly hit my forehead as he pressed inward, then rolled upwards so I'd get the entirety of him inside my practiced throat.
Behind me, the lubed cock had invaded my guts to its extreme and began a slow procession of motion in and out, "This ass is nice." He drawled the last word out, letting it hang in the air a good second or two longer than it needed to. It even had a slight indent from when he bottomed out and began to pull back out.
"Yeah yeah," The first man to arrive said. He was to my left, jacking himself with the lube and close enough I could feel his motion on my shoulder, "Why don't you pound it and let someone else have a turn?"
