Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. This time, he explores a gay cruising hotspot in Maryland, where, nestled within the trees and brush, horny men get it on when they have some time to be naughty.
I had been to Seneca Park a few times before I heard through word of mouth that it was a place where gay cruising happened.
I was doubtful. I had long ago concluded that Gaithersburg was just too far away from everything for anything interesting to happen. I checked Squirt’s cruising listings of the park, and surprisingly, I saw a lot of people writing about personal experiences there. It was worth a try.
Seneca Park is centered around a large lake. There are trails around parts of it, but it’s too big to walk around the entire thing all at once. There are over a dozen picnic areas and parking lots scattered around the lake.
The main road that runs through the park doesn’t wrap around the entire lake. It actually dead-ends in a big, giant loop so that cars can turn around easily. The loop is enormous, and inside it lies another picnic area that is barely used, mainly because it’s far from the lake.
At lunchtime on a weekday, the park is pretty empty, but once I reached the loop at the back of the park, I noticed a relatively large number of cars parked around the loop. Half of the vehicles were empty, while a variety of men occupied the other half.
I pulled into a parking spot, confident that I had found something interesting. Although I didn’t see anything interesting in any of the parked cars, there was still a lot ahead of me here.
I began to wait. I had a book and my packed lunch. Slowly, I began to hear the sounds of the forest, and I began to disconnect from the current that pulled me through life and reconnect with something else.
As I was finishing my lunch, a black Honda Civic slowly pulled onto the loop and passed by me.
A single young Asian man was inside, and he stared straight at me as he drove by. He parked his car a little way past mine. He got out immediately and entered the woods in the center of the loop.
As the young man disappeared into the woods, the few of us in our cars exchanged glances, probably wondering who, if anyone, would follow him inside. I knew what he was here for and felt no reason to wait for a good thing.
I followed the path up a small hill, and once I crested it, I saw a restroom all the way at the end of the path. I looked around and didn’t see anybody. There were other paths that all led to this bathroom from different parts of the loop.
The entrance was on the other side, so I had to walk around before I saw the young man standing outside. We looked at one another. I had no idea what to say, and there really wasn’t anything to say. Neither of us had any reason to be here. The social and sexual tension was so thick. We could both feel it between us.
I looked down at his shorts. He had a growing erection that was pulling his pants up as it got bigger, exposing more of his pretty hairless legs.
I stared at him and watched his cock grow bigger from beneath the fabric. His hands remained at his side, not covering up or adjusting anything. The situation spoke for itself, and words would only get in the way.
I reached down and grabbed my own hard dick, which was revealing itself from underneath my office pants. I was adjusting it and showing it off to him at the same time. His eyes looked hungry, and they began asking for more.
I reached up to my belt buckle and threaded out the end of my belt so that it pointed straight toward him. I got closer to him until the end of my belt touched the knob of his cock, which was reaching out from underneath his shorts.
He placed his hand on my chest and rested his face on my neck. He was breathing me in and tasting me. I began fondling his cock and grabbing his ass through his shorts. The only sounds we could hear were the wind blowing and the birds screeching in the breeze.
I grabbed the part of my belt that stuck out and pulled on it. I unbuttoned my loose work pants and let them fall to the ground.
He fell to his knees along with my pants as if he wanted to take a whiff of my smell and feel the warmth of my body, the funk of my sweaty dick and balls in his mouth.
He put his hands on my hips, opened his mouth, and gently bit my cock through my worn-out boxer briefs. He grazed my hairy stomach. He grabbed the waistband but didn’t pull them down. He slipped his hands up along my legs underneath the frayed ends of my boxers.
As he was devouring me, I pulled the waistband down with my thumb and allowed my cock to swing and hit him in the face. He exhaled a sigh of relief as if he had been waiting to be fed a cock; hungry for dick and the next available man meat: mine!
He grabbed onto it with both hands, put it in his mouth, and began sucking it and moistening it with his slobbery fluids. He took it back into his throat like an acrobat. He closed his eyes and held it there and somehow began to smile.
I wanted to fuck him, but I saw he was one of those guys where the oral was the main course, not just foreplay, so I just remained standing, generously feeding him what he needed so badly.
He had taken it out of his mouth and was studying every inch, every vein, every pubic hair and moaning in pleasure. He began to lick my balls with the gratitude of somebody eating their first meal after a long fast.
He was making his own quiet noises all through this, and eventually he made a sound that took me somewhere, and I knew I was about to come all over his face. I told him, and he changed position slightly. He was like a catcher in a baseball game, focused on one thing. He grabbed my cock and began to jerk me off with his right hand while staring at it with intense anticipation.
Suddenly, I screamed out louder, breaking the quiet nature landscape around us with a moan of pleasure. My voice bounced from tree to tree as my cock exploded and shot a load right between his eyes, then another onto his tongue, and then a few more onto his cheeks. His hand was dripping with my splooge. He kept squeezing out more and savoring it with his tongue and his lips.
He sucked me until my cock was clean and dry, and his face and hand and mouth were still dripping. He took out a handkerchief from his shorts and began to wipe himself off.
Just as I was done cleaning up and handed him back the handkerchief, he disappeared without saying goodbye, leaving me standing with my cock blowing in the wind and my pants and underwear bunched together on the ground.
I reached down and pulled my pants up in one swift motion. I felt a stark difference, as if I were returning to earth after a brief trip elsewhere. As I looked around, I saw one of the guys from the parking lot looking at me from behind a tree. I wondered how much of what I had done he had seen and how much Seneca Park also welcomes the eager gay voyeur catching a view of the main action between the trees.
I turned around and modestly walked back to my car as if finishing a nature walk. I didn’t even know how to think about what had just happened, so I didn’t. But I knew I’d be back soon.
