As I turned and walked towards the restroom, the grind of tires on gravel told me he was interested, and was parking his car to join me. All of a sudden I recalled something about scratching one’s groin was supposed to be a tell, so I did so as I stood up, getting out of my car and looking directly at his.
As I put my car into park, I suddenly realized that I didn’t even know how to communicate my desires in a discreet way. I knew I had had an effect on him, because even as I parked he was still sitting in the driveway, brake lights a bright red against the overcast day.
Almost willing him not to move, I pulled in, glancing up at him from the corner of my eye as I did.
I turned off into a side road, and turned around, hoping to make it before he left, much in the same way I had before.Īs it would turn out, as soon as the small driveway came into view, I saw the front end of the black SUV peeking out from the tree line. Was this something I really wanted to go forward with? Did I want to do this? These, and a million other questions were racing through my head. No one ever went to that park, so he had to be looking. My hands were gripping the steering wheel, my eyes fixed ahead, and my mind racing. Before I had a chance to register what had just happened, the caravan swept me forward, and out of view of the park, now hidden by trees. Sadly, the gravel lot sat, empty, for more than a week.įinally, one day after I had almost given up hope, I was in the middle of a long line of cars, and to my surprise, a large black SUV type car slows, and pulls into the park. Over the next few days, I passed the park a few times every day, whenever I was driving I made a point to check it out. As the light grew dim, I resigned myself and headed home. I sat around for about a half hour, but the only things moving were the cars zipping by on the road outside, none of the pulling in to my lonely park. And, from what I could see, much more than I could read, due to applications of new paint. Once inside, I knew it was the right place, on the walls were quick scribblings of times and dates to be there, email addresses and promises of any type of sex you cared for. Pulling into the parking lot, I got out of my car and walked into the latrine, just as the site said to. I had never given it much thought, as I had never actually seen anyone at it. The first time I drove by, it was like every other time I had seen it, a small park, a couple BBQ grills, a pavilion with some picnic tables, and an outhouse. Needless to say, I started taking that way when I was going to and from working out. And, better yet, it was on my way to the gym, just an alternate route. I actually knew one of the places it was no less than a 15 minute drive from where I lived. I quickly expressed an interest in it, and he suggested I find some cruising spots near me.Ī quick google search and I was looking at a long list of spots all around my area, when one of them caught my eye. He described it, and with every line of text he entered, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter. Now, I pride myself on knowing sexual lingo, but I had never heard of it. He told me about his difficulty finding men also looking for some fun, and suggested I try cruising. We were talking about our sex lives, and he, as many others, expressed surprise that I still had not actually done anything with another man. This all changed one night, as I was, shall we say, enjoying the company of an older man online. I’d never had the chance to actually do anything with a guy, mostly due to distance restraints, being, as I thought, out in the middle of nowhere. I’m bi, and have been browsing gay porn and chatting online with guys for a couple years now. I’m a 20 year old, average body, short light brown hair, just to give you a basic description. I’m going to preface the story with a bit of background, so it’ll be a bit until the good stuff, but I feel this adds a bit of personality to it.
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