Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. Every so often, he takes us into the gritty, hot, unique and horny hookup spots where gay men go to let loose and fuck.
Whenever I searched gay cruising forums online, I always ended up in Greenbelt, Maryland.
Several websites contained dated reports that hot Latino men could be found in the bathrooms. I always knew I’d go to find out, but figured it was such a long shot that I never prioritized it.
But today was perfect. It was surprisingly warm for early spring. The season was beginning to show itself; I was in the neighborhood and was suddenly struck by an urge to break up the monotony of winter.
I became so excited that I instinctively tried to temper it. I didn’t want to end up in a tailspin that kept me in an empty mall bathroom all night, unable to let go of my fantasy.
When I got to the specified bathrooms, I saw what the website promised; a young looking, but older-than-he-looked Latino guy sitting outside on a bench all by himself. He was exactly my type: scrawny, but lean, with a “bad boy” aura that emanated off him and made my insides sting with desire.
Could this be too good to be true? My plan was to walk by and check out the bathroom. As I passed him, I couldn’t help but look his way, and our eyes locked. Nothing more. No smile, no wink—just our eyes.
I walked into the bathroom and felt my spirit fall; it seemed like an impossible location for a cruising adventure. It was crowded and small. Also, while some smells were expected based on the locale, the stale smell of piss was overbearing. The lack of ventilation only added insult to injury.
I turned around and walked out to find my guy still sitting there in his own world.
I hastily walked toward his bench and sat down. I immediately felt self-conscious. The gap between my unfamiliarity and his stoic, “cool guy” stillness made me feel beneath him somehow—like he was out of my league. But at the same time, it gave me a desire to consume him. I wanted to suck him off until he lost his cool guy’s composure and moaned as he burst a load into my mouth.
I looked over at him, and he was looking right back. Despite everything I was feeling inside, something different was happening in real life, and it was moving quickly. He began to talk to me with a strong accent.
“Here no good. We go to park?”
I nodded. He smiled, got up, and began walking. I followed. I thought of telling him I would drive my own car, but I didn’t want to interrupt the momentum. It felt like something otherworldly was bridging the uncrossable gap between me and the type of guy I constantly fantasized about.
We walked out into the parking lot, which was being baked by a warm sun and a bright blue sky. I hadn’t seen either for months. I could tell there was something special about this day, and I was grateful I had decided to stop by and hunt for what had turned out to be hunting me, too.
“Park very near,” he told me as we both took a seat in his small, early-model hatchback. I felt so close to him inside the car. It made the differences between us seem bigger and had the unexpected effect of making me want him more. The self-consciousness I’d felt in the mall had disappeared; I felt I was conquering it and him at the same time.
He started the car and put his hand on his crotch, showing me how he was sticking out of his jeans. I eagerly reached over to touch him, but when I began to lower my head, he stopped me. He wagged a finger “no” and began to drive.
We drove to a big state park I had also read about on the forums. I tried to ask if he did this often or what his name was, but each time he would smile and simply say, “No English.”
The park was empty. As we approached an area where there were other cars, I saw men sitting alone inside them. It made me feel better that we weren’t the only ones here.
We parked away from the others and I followed him into the woods.
As soon as we were far enough away, he leaned against a tree, unbuckled his belt, and lowered his zipper until his long, veiny pole fell from his body, pointing straight at me. I knelt on the ground directly in front of him. I could smell the sweat sitting inside his forest of pubic hair. It was an intoxicating scent that I wanted to devour forever.
His bush was so exotic. He was small and petite, and this overgrown hair was the only part of himself he let go untamed. I grazed my fingers over it, then grabbed two handfuls and pulled; just enough to mix pain with pleasure, but not hurt.
Only then did I take him into my mouth. I grabbed it with both hands so that the only thing I could see was the tip. I milked a drop of precum and took it onto the tip of my tongue.
“¿Te gusta la leche?”
This much Spanish I understood. I nodded. He urged me to get on with it.
The air was still cold, but a seductive warmth came off his body. I took shelter in his heat and tasted the warm, salty sweat on his skin. My hands wandered up to his waist, following the thinning trail of black hair over his torso.
Just like I had dreamed, he began to make sounds of pleasure as I moved my lips across his thick, sturdy trunk of his cock.
I released my hands and attempted to take the entire thing. It got bigger and more girthy as I sucked; his half erect monster reaching a full, almost-intimidating size. The head touched the back of my throat. I moved back and forth over the choking point.
It was then that he lost the composure I had noticed before. Perhaps that release was what he was chasing out here. He let himself scream out loud, and I relentlessly continued, running my lips across the zones where the magic happened.
He placed his hand on my head as if asking me to stop, but I knew what was about to happen.
Suddenly, my mouth filled with warm heavenly cum and his loud breaths turned into screams. I turned my head, pulling out his cock just as he emptied himself into me. While most of his semen warmed my tongue, by moving my mouth away, a stream of warm remnants sprayed onto the forest floor. Sticky, slimy lines connected my lips. I licked the remaining saliva and cum from the bulb of his cock and spit it out. I looked up to see if he would return my gaze as he had in the mall.
But this time he stared out into the woods, a view I couldn’t access with his body still in front of me. He was already beginning to wilt, though he maintained an impressive thickness.
He zipped up, looked down at me, and said, “Let’s go, man.”
We walked back to his car. The men were still in their vehicles. I couldn’t help a smug smile, knowing they were looking at us. Part of me expected one of them to join or at least watch.
He drove me back to the lot. I wanted to kiss him goodbye, but his untouchable persona had returned. Instead, we exchanged mischievous smiles and masculine nods. He had driven off before I even had a chance to pull my car keys from my pocket.
