The sun's disappearing rays filtered through bush and trees across the large open space, and silhouetted the three fucking men.
From Andrew's vantage point, he could see one of the men bent over, with his head about level with another man's waist. Even from his distance, he could tell that he was sucking the dick. The momentum being propelled by the man who fucked him.
There was a serenity in the scene that slowed Andrew. Normally, if others were in midst union when he stumbled upon them, Andrew would give them privacy. But these guys were in a group, and that usually was a free for all, but not only that, there was something about this particular trio that was mesmerising.
The guy in the middle was fit; even at that distance, he could see there was a lot of muscle and definition, and while his face was buried between the man's thighs, Andrew could tell that he was in his early twenties.
Instead of walking in the direction he'd been heading in, he detoured slightly and towards the trio for a closer look.
The big guy in the rear who was fucking the young guy was beefy; gentle and burly, in a way that was both masculine and slow, as though savouring it all. The way his hands gently held the guy's waist as he rammed his dick into him. Andrew didn't get too close, but enough to see the guy getting blown was Indian, and cute, with a euphoric smile and appreciation towards the guy doing the fucking, because clearly the momentum meant the boy doing the sucking was having to suck deeper.
In light-blue shorts and a plain white tee, because of the nicer weather, Andrew felt his dick stir, but instead of moving closer, he smiled and continued to the east and on with his exploration.
Near a tree where he once fucked a bear, he found two older guys making love on a blanket in its shadow. He watched them with longing, but continued on his journey. They were unconcerned with his passing and he left them to their love making.
Beyond that knoll, in a group of trees that were thicker, and often a little more shaded and somewhat darker, he found several men cruising each other.
Like hunters and game, they evaded each other from a distance, continuously searching and hunting for the perfect catch. Evaluating each other with hope, but often averting their gaze with a little disappointment and keenly searching for something better.
Andrew skirted this heavily wooded area and keenly scouted the few men he could see from the perimeter, opting for a casual scan rather than a more committed search.
A ginger-haired man with a strong jawline did a double-take when Andrew walked past and smiled, then turned more fully to face him. The hope in his eyes vanished when Andrew gave him barely a glance, and continued in his own direction. Further along, as the woods thinned slightly, he saw a large group in action around a fallen tree.
What was under the tree had attracted a diverse group of men, ranging from older and chubbier, to young and slim. Like a pack of rabid dogs, the older men crowded around a young boy being spit-roasted over the log by two fit and muscular men. Andrew studied them both with appreciation. Enough for him to slowly edge towards the group.
The men in the group surrounding those engaged were either wanking or trying to grope those in the centre. A large Italian looking guy butt-fucked the young boy with ferocity, while a blonde guy got his dick sucked. The guy being spit-roasted was black, and when Andrew stepped closer, and was able to peer between the surrounding group, he saw that he was right, though the boy was only lightly tanned, so possibly mixed race.
It was horny to watch these guys at it with a mixture of men surrounding them engaged in so many ways. It was a large orgy of participants that were made up of small groups. On closer inspection Andrew realised that another trio of older guys were at it next to them, and they had their own small crowd, with some guys turning to watch both as if watching a tennis match with their dicks in their hands.
Two guys to his left began kissing, and groping each other, then after a few more seconds of intense passionate kissing, they walked off to find some privacy.
An older guy to his right turned and saw Andrew and immediately put his hands out to grab Andrew's crotch, but Andrew swivelled away and moved away from the group, opting to venture to find what he was looking for.
The older guy took that as a cue to follow Andrew, which made Andrew quicken his step. After reaching a small path and lightly jogging up the hill, he looked back and saw the older guy was matching his pace. Andrew shook his head and waited until he crested that small hill. As soon as he came down the other side, he sprinted off towards another clump of bushes, and directly to the centre of it. When he looked back, he saw he'd lost the guy, but he still quickened his step and moved farther away from where he'd last seen the guy.
Slightly out of breath, and keeping an eye on the uneven ground, he collided with Paul.
The handsome man appeared as startled as Andrew.
"Oh..." Paul began, looking past Andrew as though seeing something, then back at him. "How... um, are you?"
Andrew glanced over his shoulder and saw the older guy had found him and was slowly advancing on Andrew, apparently wary, but not undeterred by Pau's uniformed presence.
"Oh...hey Paul...it's great to see you too..." Andrew looked behind him, then back at Paul, with a nervous smile.
Paul, in a grey short-sleeved shirt and matching shorts, with an insignia on both sleeves, said, "Is that guy bothering you?" Paul had apparently read Andrew's expression well.
