I�ve always been a fan of bookstores and sex clubs. I love the musk of men cuming together in the heat of gay sex. But from where I live I have to drive forever to get to a city of any size. The doc who provides my meds, for example, is 70 miles away, and in a small town, at that. For that reason, I don�t go to see him unless I have to and sometimes when I ought to.
Some guys ask how I can stand being so isolated. I probably couldn�t, if it weren�t for the rest stop on the Interstate, just 5 miles north of my home. On a summer night, and usually during the spring, fall and winter, I can get all the sex I want.
Hidden from the highway amongst a vast stretch of heavily wooded forest, it�s a haven for any gay American male looking for cum, cock, or ass. You wouldn�t even know it was there, were it not for the small highway sign.
The adjacent male and female outhouses are dimly lit and derelict. There�s a sink with faucets that yield a mere trickle when turned on full-force, a horse-trough style urinal, and 2 badly stained toilets separated by a carved up partition, a veritable directory of lascivious promises and libidinous graffiti, replete with diagrams, names and phone numbers.
But the most telling feature is the partition�s roughly hewn 5� glory hole, which may or may not be boarded up, depending on the maintenance crew�s last visit. That�s where the cruising starts. But the real action takes place far behind the T-rooms.
When you enter the rest area, you have to drive aways to get to the T-rooms. If you park at any distance on either side, you�re adjacent the extensive picnic facilities of grills and tables, areas unlit at night and totally engulfed in darkness.
The paths start at the rear of these picnic areas and converge far behind the T-rooms. There the woods are thick and filled with a great maze of paths with numerous natural and man made clearings, bypasses, and detours. On a warm night you may pass a pile of hastily discarded clothing and inhale the aroma of pot, poppers and sex.
************ MIDNIGHT **********
I pulled into a dark parking space before the first picnic area. The only lights were from the distant T-rooms. I took off my shirt, leaving myself in tennis shoes and gym shorts, and ventured into the dark, dank woods.
As I entered the forest I removed my shorts and hung them about my neck. They were nylon runners, favored by many who frequent the park, because you can get your head through the leg hole, so they become a bandanna of sorts.
As I made my way down the trail, the moon was full, and the human animal known as the gay man was in full heat. On my right I heard grunts as a needy butt was plowed, and on my left, hungry slurping on a leaking hardon.
I had one destination in mind. Like spokes in a wheel, the paths converged on a hub far behind the T-rooms, a clearing about the size of a house, devoid of trees and worn down by the many sexual encounters that had occurred there�the orgy area.
A young black man was getting fucked doggie style while he sucked a trucker type. The guy doing the fucking was about 24, tall, and slender. I watched in the moonlight as he worked his cock in and out of the black�s love canal.
The trucker thrust his dick down his throat, and grunted, "I�m cummmmming!�
The black gulped repeatedly in an effort to keep up with the ropes of cum shooting into him, as the dude in his ass forced his face deep into the trucker�s crotch, rendering him helpless and gagging.
The trucker, finished ejaculating, pulled out; and I stepped up to take his place. The black quickly devoured my cock, bathing it in saliva and remnants of the trucker�s cum. The guy fucking him quickened his pace as he thrust in and out of the dude�s hole and shot.
"Milk my fucking cock, baby!"
The black sucked on with abandon, as spit ran from his drooling mouth onto my shaved balls. The fucker pounded his load deep into his hole, withdrew, and left.
By that time a dozen guys had gathered round. I pulled out of the black guy�s mouth and turned his ass to me.
He thought I was going to fuck him, but I dropped to my knees. I wanted that load for myself. I opened my mouth and tongued his loose hole. I tasted fresh man juice, and his hole was so hungry it opened up for me, allowing my tongue to reach its inner depths.
I licked and tongue-fucked him with abandon. The black was in hog heaven. I lapped at his hole and placed my wet mouth completely over his rosebud, sucking out more and more jizz. All that cum couldn�t have come from one guy . The very thought of what I was swallowing got my precum flowing freely.
The trucker watched with great interest. As I worked the black dude�s hole, the trucker got on his knees to blow me. He had a mouth that must have launched a thousand orgasms--licked my shaft down to my balls, then sucked them into his warm wet mouth.
I ate deeper into the smooth brown hole and stuck a finger into it, working it around on the black�s gyrating hips. My persistence paid off.
"I am gonna shoot!" cried the black dude, in a half-scream, half-whisper.
"I want your load, man," said the trucker.
He pulled off my cock and onto the black guy�s. I rammed a second finger in his ass. If he�d held still, I would have put my whole fist in there. But he bucked and shot. As he did, his ass tightened. More creamy cum spewed into my mouth. I was so hot by then it was driving me crazy.
The guys left, and I headed back to my car for a much needed cigarette. I opened the door and grabbed my half-crushed pack. I checked the time.
************ 1: 10 A.M. **********
I made my way back down the path, again removing my gym shorts, hanging them about my neck. I walked into the woods away and found one of my favorite spots. It was a tree with a limb just right for sitting and listening to the night sounds while your eyes adjusted.
I stroked my cock and listed to the grunts and groans of mankind�s sexual encounters. I watched various forms of man-flesh go by, all hunters after the same prize, dark outlines illuminated in moonlight. A few shirtless guys, some nude like myself, some alone or in pairs. A few paused on the path, sensing my presence. If any of them had approached, I would have offered them more than a smoke. But none did.
I was anxious for another intimate encounter. I walked on down the path to the fuck tree. It had limbs just the right height to support me as I stuck out my ass, inviting all cummers. The top had to stand at the edge of the path, putting others on notice there was a hot bottom ready for creaming. And, sometimes, when it was really good, guys would line up waiting to shoot their wads in me.
It was humid and the air smelled of rain. Far to the west, sheet lightening illuminated the sky. The threat of precipitation deterred no one since it was still in the 90�s, and a warm rain would be welcome. The moon was partially obscured by the clouding sky, and the park turned darker around me as footsteps approached.
I bent my ass to the wind to see if the anonymous cruiser wanted to play. The footsteps stopped. I felt a hand on my ass and a finger slip into my hole.
"Nice ass." said the stranger, twisting the finger around in my hole.
�Fuck me,� I begged.
He dropped his cutoffs. A slender cock pressed against my rosebud. I puckered my ass to suck in his meat. Briefly the moon came out from behind the clouds. I saw remnants of the many sexual encounters in this area. Old underwear, lube, napkins, empty popper bottles, no condoms.
In one thrust, he shoved his dick all the way in me, causing me to gasp in pain. Tears ran down my cheeks. But I�d asked for it. Quickly I reached into my socks for my little brown bottle. I took a deep whiff and opened up even more to my first fuck of the night from this long and slender cock.
He pulled out and rammed back in me with all his weight, again and again, knocking me off balance. I bent down and grabbed my ankles. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me with heart stopping madness. Involuntarily my rosebud locked about his cock, milking it like a baby suckling on a mother�s teat. His legs tensed as his cock grew stiffer. His balls banged against my ass. I leaned back into his thrusting pelvis.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" he cried.
" Rip me open!"
"Yeah, man!"
He came in my hole. I steadied myself on the branches as he pulled out. Up came the cutoffs and away he went into the overcast night.
************ 2:15 A.M. **********
I was wet with sweat and burning with desire. A few drops of rain touched my naked body. I bent over, aware that other guys had been watching.
I was rewarded by another cock sliding into me. This one was not as long as the first but was thicker by far. I reached back to feel the top and connected with a hard mass of male muscle, thick and full of cum.
I�d been opened deep by the last guy--now I was going to be opened wide. He, like myself, was one of the nature lovers, preferring to prowl the woods nude. I grasped the tree limb. He offered me a hit of his poppers. I inhaled deeply, and the earth began to spin. I could feel my ass open wide, and occasional rain drops began to land on my body like a lover�s caress.
The drops grew larger, and the potential downpour spurred us on into pure animal lust. I took another hit of his poppers and grabbed at my ankles. The fucker reached down and spread my ass cheeks apart for his thick root. As he did so, cum from the previous fuck dripped out of my ass to lube his solid cock.
I may have been tender from the first fuck, but his dick felt about as big around as a coke can. He bucked into my ass forcing me to accept his great shaft. He jerked all over, shaking rain drops from his hair onto my back. I tried to tighten my grip around his huge cock, but it was very hard to do.
Thrusting deeply, he said, "Fuck! I�m cumminnnnn!"
"I want your seed, man."
He gave me one last bang and came in hip thrusting madness.
************ 3:10 A.M. **********
I was close to spent, but wanted more sex.
I stepped onto the main path and found 5 guys standing close by. It was raining steadily. I bent over for the first cock I saw, and took a long uncut dick in my mouth.
Another guy began to fuck me roughly, rocking me back and forth on the cock down my throat. I grabbed a dick on each side and began to beat them off. A fifth desperate guy lay down in the mud beneath me to blow me.
The rain came harder. Sensing this would be our last sex of the evening, biological necessity took precedence over the storm. The guy under me was muddy, but continued to suck.
The guy fucking me swayed from side to side as the rainstorm dissipated back to a shower. The uncut guy I was sucking rammed my gullet; and the mud-soaked dude took my 6 inches to the hilt.
We�d just got a nice rhythm going, when one of the guys I was jacking began to pulse. I pulled off the uncut guy to take his cum down my throat, licking every drop from his softening dick until he was dry. I went back to Mr. UnCut, who soon bucked and grabbed the back of my head, feeding me my 2nd long drink of manjuice.
He pulled out of my mouth with a pop, and I sucked the other guy I�d been jacking. I could tell he�d been fucking from the taste of ass juice on his cock. He rammed it deep down my throat, just as the guy fucking me smacked my ass. The sound echoed like a gun shot through the night.
I moaned as I started to shoot. Each thrust from behind forced more cum out of my dick into the mouth of the muddy cocksucker beneath me.
"I�m going to cum!" shouted the husky voice behind me.
"Give his ass a load, and I�ll give him one in the mouth," said the guy from my right.
"Shit! This is one tight hole, man!" said my fucker.
"Eat my cum, you hungry bitch," said the man before me.
A 3rd load of hot cum flooded my mouth. I gagged on his dick as he thrust down my throat, forcing me to drink all of his jizz.
As he punch fucked my throat, I was forced back onto the throbbing cock in my ass like a cum sandwich.
The guy who had been milking my dick beat his meat a few licks, and I quickly contorted to lick up load #4, an earthy mixture of cum and mud.
Both my holes were vacated. I was allowed to breath normally again. Anticlimactically, we went our separate ways.
************ 3:50 AM **********
As I walked back to my car, I was careful to sidestep and puddle jump on the slippery path. The park was deserted; the forest, quiet. The only movement rivulets of rainwater and the cum leaking out of my ass.