Date: Fri, 17 May 2002 21:27:39 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Tales of the Reservation Chapter 1

The Reservation

Near where I live is a huge county park with a cruising area that has been
active for years. I have had many exciting experiences there, and many not
so exciting. I thought I would share a few of the more fun times. Some of
these are entirely true, some are based on true experiences with a little
`embellishment', and some have a bit of truth and a lot of fantasy. If you
are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is
illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you
enjoy at least some of these stories. Some of these took place in a time
when all sex was safe and some when precautions must be taken. Please
respect yourself and others enough to always play safe.  Comments are
appreciated.

Discovery

The summer I was 17 was a time of amazing freedom for me. I had just
graduated from high school. It was my first summer driving.  I had to work,
of course. College to pay for.

But I had days off. And I had the use of my Mom's car, a V-8 Mustang
convertible, as long as I took her to work and picked her up after work And
though I had to work some weekends, I also had days off during the week,
and I liked nothing more than driving.

I was also gay. Only one friend from my neighborhood knew, but, in spite of
the stuff we'd done together, we'd never really talked about it. And my
social life was practically non-existent. Though I wasn't bad looking, I
didn't think much of myself. Most of the friends I had through high school
were the guys in Boy Scouts, but that was okay, because they were okay, And
hanging out with other Boy Scouts meant I wasn't always having to explain
why I didn't have a girlfriend. But once I got the car, the freedom, I was
on the go all the time. Every day I didn't have to work, I was driving. All
over, up and down every road, exploring. Not like I lived in the
wilderness. I was in suburban New Jersey, less than 25 miles from
Manhattan, but still there was still a lot to discover.

A week or so after graduation, on a day off, I'd been driving most of the
day and decided to head home. Just then, a little English two-seater
convertible, an MG or Triumph, pulled out in from of me. The driver was
young and really cute, and the car was hot. I started toward home, which
was about 15 miles way. Every turn I was going to make, the cute guy in
front of me made first. It looked like I was following him, but we were
just coincidentally going in the same direction. Once we got to my town, I
was intrigued. Not only was I curious as to where he was going, but he was
so cute and I really wanted to just follow him a while longer. So as he
passed through town, I stayed behind him, keeping a little distance, hoping
not to be too obvious.

In the next town, we started though a large county park actually referred
to as a reservation, since it was so large and overlapped several
towns. Several major roads wound through the reservation and there were a
couple of mountains (Jersey size). I had spent a lot of time as a Cub Scout
and Boy Scout hiking, cooking and camping in the reservation. While
climbing the winding road up the mountain following my `friend', I slowed
down, keeping a bit behind him, hoping he wouldn't notice his tail. At the
top of the hill, the park ended, and it was a straightaway down the other
side, through upper class suburbia to a more urban area at the bottom.

As soon I started down the hill, I knew I had lost him. I could see quite
far ahead, and he was gone. I sped up, but when I reached downtown at the
foot of the mountain, he was no where to be seen. So I gave up and turned
back toward home. After all, he was just a cute guy I was driving
behind. I'd only been with one other guy, a school friend, and nothing had
indicated this guy was gay, So it was time to stop fantasizing over a
stranger and go home. When I got back to the top of the mountain, I noticed
the park entrance on the left.

And I realized that was probably the only place my fantasy guy could have
turned off. So I turned in and drove a little ways to the first parking
area, and there was his car. . I parked near it and looked around. Across
from the lot was a lookout with a view of Manhattan, which I remembered
from scouting days. On the other side leading into the woods was a wide
trail. I started down the trail, remembering that it eventually led to a
picnic area. I came around a bend in the trail, and there, 20 yards in
front of me was my cute guy, talking to another guy. They heard me and both
turned and looked at me, `My"

guy said something to the other one and they both just stared at me.

All I could think was, "Oh shit, he recognizes me from following him the
last half hour, knows why I've been following him, and now he and his
friend are gonna beat up the queer. So I turned and ran. Back to the
parking lot, back to the car. I jumped in the car and took off as fast as I
could. Out of the reservation, back to my comfortable suburban town a few
miles away.

But the next day, after work, I found myself drawn back, looking to see if
by some chance he was there again. His car wasn't in the lot, but I parked
and walked back down the trail again. I wandered around, feeling
comfortable because I had spent lots of time there as a kid in
Scouts. After a while, it began to occur to me that the only other people
around were guys, and they were all alone and just wandering, looking at
each other, just like me. I started paying less attention to the nature
around me and more attention to the men. They would walk past each other,
wait a couple of seconds, then turn and look over their shoulders, catching
each other's eyes. Now and then one would turn off onto a smaller path and
another would follow. I was young and na^Ėve, but I wasn't stupid. It
didn't take long to figure out what was going on. And every now and then,
through gaps in the underbrush, I caught glimpses of couples in quite
intimate positions.

I left without pursuing anything that day, but started going back every day
after work. I'd hag around for a couple of hours, go home to eat, then head
back to hang out until the park closed at dusk. I didn't do very much at
first. I considered myself average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10",
145, with sort of nerdy looking glasses. But I was young, and that seemed
to make me more attractive to the others. But I was also very shy, and most
of the others a lot older than me, so it took a really hot and aggressive
guy to get me into the woods .

Dave One afternoon, I got cruised by this really cute guy, early 20s, slim,
dark hair. He headed into the bushes and I went after him. He stopped in a
secluded spot, pulled me to him in a tight hug. He kissed me on the cheek,
then quickly unbuttoned my shirt while I pulled his shirt over his head. We
unfastened each other's pants simultaneously and let them drop to the
ground. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed our practically naked
bodies together. I held him in my arms, rubbing my hands up and down his
back, squeezing his buttocks.

He pulled back and grabbed my rigid cock and gently started stroking it. I
followed his lead and did the same to him. He cock was like mine, about
average in length and thickness, but his felt smoother, silkier. He bent
down started flicking his tongue around the rim of the head of my dick,
then licking up and down the sides of the shaft. I was slowly stroking his
cock. I was really getting into his tongue worship, when he turned me
around, squatted down and started doing something I had never heard of,
thought of, or dreamed of. He started running his tongue up and down the
crack of my ass.

Gradually, he pulled my checks apart and went in deeper. When his tongue
touched my puckered hole, it was as if a jolt of electricity shot through
me. My cock, already rock hard and pointing straight out, started leaking
precum, something I rarely did. As his tongue pressed against my hole, he
reached around me and started stroking my dick with his left hand while he
pulled on his own with his left. I reached behind me and pulled my cheeks
apart, giving his tongue better access to my hole. As his tongue started
fucking my ass, I began shooting streams of cum into the bushes in front of
me. He got up turned me around to face him and hugged me again. I could
feel the wet head of his dick on my thigh and realized he had cum with me
After we'd straightened up and got our clothes back together, be gave me
another first.

He stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, my name is Dave."

No one there had ever told me his name before. In fact, few of them even
spoke after the orgasms were over. I said I was Mike and we walked out to
the parking lot together. He took a pen and paper from his car, gave me his
phone number and asked me to call.

A couple of days later, my family went down to the Shore for a week's
vacation and that little piece of paper with his number was burning a hole
in my wallet and my mind. First thing when we got back, I went out to a pay
phone (didn't want to take a chance of my parents overhearing or
questioning an unknown number on the phone bill). I held my breath while
the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Dave?"

"Yeah. Who's this?"

"Mike. We met at the reservation a couple of weeks ago." There was a long
pause. Shit, he didn't remember me, or maybe hadn't really wanted me to
call.

"What kind of car were you driving?"

"White Mustang convertible."

"Oh, yeah! Great to hear from you! Can you come over now?"

I started breathing again. He gave me directions to his apartment in the
next town. I raced home, told my parents I was going to the movies, and
drove over. As I got out of the car.

I saw him standing in the doorway, barefoot, wearing shorts and an open
shirt looking very sexy. Once inside, he took me by the hand and led me
upstairs to his apartment. I sat on the couch, gawking at the beautifully
furnished apartment while he went into the kitchen, returning with two
beers. I sipped mine slowly; too embarrassed to tell him I'd never had a
beer before, except for a sip now and then when my father had one. We
talked a bit, he told me a little about his job, I told him I was a student
at Rutgers (not quite a lie, I was starting in the fall).  When we finished
the beers, he led me into the bedroom.

In a flash we were naked and lying side by side. He held my head in his
hands and kissed me, first gently pressing his lips against mine, then
working his tongue into my mouth.

My first kiss. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just copied his
actions. After a very long kiss, he swiveled around into a 69 position and
took my cock in his mouth. I did the same to him. While I had sucked
before, and been sucked before, I'd never done both at the same time and it
took me a little effort to get the right rhythm going. Soon, he took his
mouth off of my dick and started licking and sucking on my balls, taking
first one and then the other into my mouth. Again, I followed his lead, and
went after his balls. As his tongue passed behind my balls, I knew where he
was going. I was going to relive that amazing experience from the
woods. And I was going to get to try the same on him. He spread my cheeks
and dove in. I did the same to him. I was licking and sucking and munching
on his puckered hole as he did the same to mine. I knew I couldn't hold out
much longer and felt my balls pull up tight. He must have noticed, because
he pulled back, and in one motion, engulfed my rigid penis in his mouth and
slid his middle finger into my well- lubricated hole. I did the same to
him, just as I began firing shot after shot of cum into his mouth. I don't
think I'd ever come that much, He responded by filling my mouth with his
load. I swallowed as fast as he came, but couldn't keep some from leaking
out of my mouth and running down my chin. He turned around, licked up my
chin and kissed me.

Then we just lay there a while, just cuddling, not saying anything.

After a bit, he got up, left the room and came back with two more beers and
a cigarette.

We sat on the bed, drank our beers and talked a bit. Then I asked the wrong
question.

"How old are you?"

"22." Wow, I thought, he's really a grownup.

Then he asked me.

"17."

He started choking on his beer, gasping for breath. He was obviously
bothered. I couldn't imagine what the problem was.

Then he said, "You're a minor. I could get in a lot of trouble doing this
with you, even just giving you beer."

I couldn't imagine why. After all, I had called him. I had driven over to
his place. And I had definitely wanted to do every single thing we had
done. But he explained that none of that mattered to the law.

Later, as I was leaving, I asked if we could get together again soon. He
said no, because of my age. Then I brought up that I'd be 18 in October, so
maybe then we could. That's when he told me that he lived in the apartment
with his lover, who was away on business, so it wouldn't work out. I never
saw Dave again, but I will never forget him and all of the firsts he gave
me. My first kiss, my first beer, my first rim job (giving and getting), my
first time being naked in bed with another guy and my first 69.