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Jordan Lake was glistening. I didn’t know what to expect, but I had heard good things about this place.
I knew it wouldn’t be like Camino Verde in Mexico City, but I hoped for something different. It was a hot September day in North Carolina, but a cool fall breeze felt wonderful. A handful of families had camps set up by the lake. They were all fishing. The men were all handsome, but I knew they weren’t looking for what I was looking for.
I still didn’t know if what I was looking for was even here. I walked alongside the lake, wanting to put some distance between myself and the people from the everyday world.
I followed a circular path, trying to focus on the beauty of the day and prepare myself for the possibility that this may be as good as it gets—a pang of disappointment formed in my chest.
But suddenly, a man came walking by in the other direction. He didn’t blend in at all. He looked dressed up for something else, not a walk along the lake. His clothes had an unworn newness about them that stuck out here.
His perspiration made his skin glisten like the surface of the lake. He was walking too fast to be a hiker enjoying nature. He was looking for something, and I knew exactly what.
As he passed me, I smelled his musty, soapy scent mixed with bug spray. Seeing him assured me I was in the right place, and I suddenly became more excited.
I also noticed that another part of my body was becoming excited. I reached down inside my loose shorts to adjust my member, continuing to walk just a little quicker than before.
Suddenly, as I was walking down the path, a feeling stung me, and I almost stopped short. I scanned the forest around me and saw someone else leaning on a tree. I was too far away to see if the stranger’s eyes were looking directly at me, but I still felt their gaze all over me and my body.
I continued on the path, seeing the new-clothes man again walking down the hilly trail. I could see him ahead of me, his pace somewhat slowed. He turned around and caught me staring.
He kept walking but looked back casually as he continued down this path. Each time our eyes met again, a wave of hot energy shot through my body.
As the trail zig-zagged and went up and down with the hills and curvature of the landscape, I would lose sight of him. But once I moved over the horizon, I always found him around the corner or beneath the hill.
Eventually, I turned a corner of the trail and found him leaning on a tree this time. The tree was a perfect gay cruising landmark, as if nature encouraged the park cruising on Jordan Lake with such a perfectly placed tree.
The tree was ingeniously out of sight of seemingly everything. As soon as the man saw me, he grabbed at his hard dick under his loose sweatpants; he was “freeballing,” no underwear, allowing himself easy access for the person he hoped to meet on the trails. That person was me. I approached with a huge smile.
As I got close enough to him, without saying anything, he placed his hand on my head, slowly pushing me down to the ground. I followed his lead and got down. The dry autumn leaves formed a soft bed on the ground, cushioning my knees. I placed my hands on his thighs to balance myself.
As I got close enough, I saw that his brand-new outfit was a UNC-Chapel Hill sweatshirt. I lifted his sweatshirt and gazed at the thick trail of pubic hair that grew up from below the waistband. I ran my fingers over the large bulge beneath his sweatpants and began to bite it through his pants with my mouth.
He smiled down at me teasing his dick through the fabric. It didn’t take long before he pulled down the waist of his sweatpants, and I finally got to set my eyes on his hairy, long and thick cock; at least the head of his dick was huge, with the rest of the shaft being long but slender.
The half-erect dick, already getting larger and more engorged, fell out of his pants.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and put the bulging dick head inside my mouth; I began to breathe in the smell of him and his sweaty cock. I let my lips fall onto the tip and tasted the salty skin of this endowed hookup.
He was really big. I kept sucking his cock tip, and soon I placed my hands around his shaft, giving him a handjob as my mouth tried to tease his dick head simultaneously; I stretched my mouth even further, trying to get my mouth over the huge mushroom head of his cut cock. The fresh outdoor air blew across my face and made me silently think just how great the outdoors are; cocks, sex and the feeling of nature: this was the life!
Despite the signs of autumn in fallen leaves and cool air, it was still early fall with no more ominous signs of impending winter. The breeze was comfortable rather than frigid. I took my shirt off, and he followed by removing his sweatshirt.
He was skinny. I looked up at his face and along his tall, slender body. The sun lit up his pale skin, making him shine like a king.
I let his cock fall out of my mouth. By now, it was sticking up in a curved shape, his dick bending noticeably to his left side. I began to search through his hairy pubic bush to find his balls, which were equally as big as the tip of his cock.
He was so hairy that his balls were hard to get at, but I licked both of them through all the body hair. The lack of manscaped man meat was hot to taste and play with, and it made me want him more.
He told me to remove my pants. I stood up and did as he told me to do. I stood in front of him completely naked, with the wind blowing across my hard cock. He grabbed my bare ass with one hand and slapped the other cheek with the other.
There was a picnic table next to us, and we moved closer to the table, where he told me to get on all fours. He sat on the bench, and I lowered my ass so that it was in front of his face. I felt his tongue begin to rim my horny hole, the feeling of the breeze and his wet tongue creating a fun sensation on the exterior of my puckering hole.
He licked my hole eagerly, getting my ass and taint wet with saliva, using his spit as lube. He placed his hands on my ass and treated himself to a picnic of my hole, spitting on the hole and diving his fingers deep into me, trying to get my ass nice and wet and ready for dick. I moaned and shivered as his tongue dived deeper into my asshole.
I felt his tongue leave my ass, and then I saw that he was getting up. I looked behind me, and he was standing there proudly with his monster cock sticking right in my direction. His cock was still as hard as I had left it. He was naked, too, and his pants were down around his ankles. He had a big smile on his face. I knew he was ready for the main event.
My ass was loosened and lubed and ready to be fucked. I could feel spit all over my cheeks, the wind letting me know I was wet and ready.
I climbed from the picnic table, turned, and placed my hands on the surface, spreading my legs slightly to show him I wanted him.
He placed his cock inside of me, slowly at first, ensuring that the spit from his rimming was enough, along with courage, to plunge his cock deep into me.
I could feel that large wet dick head penetrate my anus as he slid it inside of me slowly. I’m glad he went slow because spit wasn’t enough for this massive cock; he needed to take it slow. It hurt a lot as he opened me up with his dick, but he didn’t relent as more and more inches of his meat went into me. I never signaled once to slow down or stop. I wanted it.
Once the bulk of it was inside me, he slid in all the way, and I allowed myself a silent scream, my mouth wide with pleasure and pain, but no sound emerging from it. Soon he was in, and he started to feed me his cock generously, sliding in and out, in and out.
I took in as much of it as I could. I savored every inch of it; we made little noise; I managed a few moans but tried to stay silent. While I felt we were off the edge of the trail, I didn’t want our sex noises to alert anybody to our whereabouts.
I just breathed in and out, allowing my breathing exercises to eventually relax my hole and make the large cock feel less intense than when he first penetrated me. I mostly listened to the breeze and the silence.
My sweatsuit slut just kept pumping that dick deep into me, my hole wet and his pre-cum dick making noises in the natural quiet; he was getting close, and now that we had found a rhythm, I was enjoying the feeling of being penetrated like nature’s whore on this picnic bench in a public park.
We were both so excited and soon I heard him just above a whisper say he was going to cum. I nodded, letting him know I wanted him to cum deep into me, not to pull out.
Soon, I didn’t feel his cum, but his pelvis began to twitch, and I felt his pounding rhythm eventually slow. He came first inside of me, eventually pulling out. My cock was now hard, and it was my turn to spill my seed.
I lay down on the top of the table and jerked myself off as I watched him stand in front of me with his cock still half-hard hanging off his hairy body like an elephant trunk. He was still so big given he was now half-erect again, and as he gave me another devilish, wide-eyed smile, I soon came all over my bare torso, spilling a significant bit of cum all over myself.
He stroked my slightly-sweaty hair and face before pulling away to pull his pants above his ankles, covering his cock once again, and grabbing his sweatshirt from the picnic table.
He was already dressed and walking away from me before I finished putting back on my shirt; he waved goodbye before disappearing into the woods again. I shrugged as I finished dressing. Easy come, easy go.
On the way back to my car, I ran into another male and started a conversation with him; he was walking around with his boner exposed, not at all concerned that I could be someone who might care and react poorly.
He turned out to be a valuable resource. He told me how he found the place here and that it was a popular spot where guys cruised, letting me know this hookup spot was a horny college male haven and that the time of the season was crucial for finding horny guys.
If you come at a time when college is not in session, there will be fewer people. Sundays during school in the evenings are the best time to find college guys, and he had heard rumors that others had seen orgies of young guys fucking right where I had just been fucked. That was a popular spot for action, based on how much privacy it offered.
We said goodbye as I made my way back up the trail, back to reality, back to where I saw families, fishermen, and park patrons. As I made my way back, I felt an unbeatable smug sense of excitement at the secret I shared with the other cruisers here at Jordan Lake, a secret normal park visitors could not have imagined.
