In the woods

A few years ago, I discovered a website aimed at men looking to hook up that includes lists of local cruising spots. Most of them are wooded, recreational trails owned by the local parks commission. They usually have parking for a couple of dozen vehicles, and pathways that wind through the woods. They're used a lot by hikers and, in winter, cross-country skiers. They're also popular for men who like to go for a walk by themselves, if you know what I mean.

I don’t get out very often, but when I do, I usually go during the day on weekdays (fewer dog walkers and hikers than on weekends), mid-morning or early afternoon. Sometimes I am the only car in the parking lot, but usually there are two or three or even more there. I look around and see if the other vehicles are occupied. Often, at least one will have a man alone behind the wheel, looking at his phone or just sitting, like he’s taking a break from driving.

If I see other men alone in their car, I will get out of my car, and lean against the door, looking around, checking my phone, etc., and looking discreetly to see if anyone in the other cars is looking at me. If I catch someone's eye, I nod or wave hello. If they wave back, I might walk toward the entrance to the pathways, pretend I'm reading the rules posted on the big billboard and looking at the trail maps. Often, I will hear a car door open behind me, and I'll turn to see the fellow who waved approaching me. We exchange pleasantries--"Nice day for a walk, eh?"; "Come here often"; "Yes, I like to get out for some fresh air a couple of times a week, sometimes run into someone to walk with." "Me too, I usually come here or [and name a couple of other places known to the bi/gay community]."

Often, the other person will say, "Yes, I sometimes go there as well," and we know what the next steps are. We start walking down one of the trails, and once we are out of sight of the parking lot, a hand may reach to follow the curve of an ass, give a gentle squeeze of an ass cheek, or pat a hardening cock through the front of the other's pants. Soon, zippers are coming down and we are reaching for one another's cocks as we scan the side of the trail for a spot where we can walk further into the woods, out of sight of anyone else who may wander down the trail.

We find a suitably isolated spot, and we begin enjoying one another's cocks with passion, our pants around our ankles, stroking one another's asses, taking turns sucking one another, reveling in the illicit outdoor sex, the taste and feel of another man's hard cock and soon enough, jets of warm cum filling our mouths.

We tidy up, hug and exchange a quick kiss as we head back to our cars, and go our separate ways, with a promise to watch for one another in the future.

On other occasions, when there are other cars in the parking lot, but all are unoccupied, I will just go for a stroll along one of the trails that I know from experience is favoured by men looking for play. At least half the time, I will soon see someone else walking alone, and my heart immediately begins to beat faster. One day, for example, it's a pleasant-looking man, around my age—mid 60s. There is eye contact from a distance, and I see him casually and lightly brush one hand over his crotch—a subtle but unmistakable signal to those "in the know." As we come closer to one another, we say hello, and stop to exchange a few words about the weather, then the inevitable, "Come here often?"

As we chat, I notice my new friend looking over my shoulder, and I turn to see a man walking alone toward us—another fellow around our age. He smiles and says hello as he reaches us, and we engage in conversation. It is very clear he is there for the same reason we are, and I explain to him that the two of us we just going for a stroll and he is more than welcome to join us if he'd like.

He smiles and says he'd love to walk with us. I smile back, and reach out to give his cock a little squeeze...his smile gets wider as he returns the squeeze on my cock.

We turn and the three of us start walking back down the trail, deeper into the forest, our hands roaming over each other's asses, crotches, tits as we walk. The man who's just joined us says he knows a good spot just ahead, and we turn off the trail onto a not very well-beaten path. After 30 or 40 yards, we reach a small clearing, and our friend says, "We can take our cocks out now." We laugh at the little joke, and begin to do exactly that, helping each other undo pants and lower zippers and bring our cocks into the open.

The newest member of our little group, my cock in his hand, looks at me and says, "I'd love to eat your ass...may I?" I smile: "MMM... I'd love that." He is soon on his knees behind me, his hands gently parting my ass cheeks. I feel the roughness of his beard stubble on my cheeks, his breath warm on my tight hole as he draws his face closer, and then the sound of him inhaling deeply: "God, I love the smell of your ass." Then the warm wetness of his tongue on my hole, licking gently, probing, trying to enter me. The sensation of his tongue in my ass, the other man standing close to me rubbing our hard cocks together, the knowledge that we could so easily be discovered...so hot.