Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 17:24:36 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Tales of the Reservation, Chapter 10

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 at NJRimzu@aol.com.

Sunday Morning

It was a beautiful early Spring day, one of those days that are so great it
makes you forget that Winter was just a few weeks ago. I had to get out of
the house and my thoughts naturally gravitated to the Reservation. It would
still be pretty open in the woods, there weren't any leaves on the trees or
bushes yet, but the beautiful weather was calling me.

I didn't look at the clock until I pulled into the park and was shocked to
see it was not quite eleven, a little early for cruising. I guess I was a
little overanxious. As I drove up the road, I noticed the Park Police
hadn't opened up the roadway that loops around by the cruising area. They
block it off for the Winter, I guess so they don't have to be bothered
plowing it. I parked in the main parking lot and walked down the closed
road toward the woods. I turned off the road onto a narrow path alongside a
stream. It was a little muddy at first from recent rains but soon I was on
solid ground and I continued back to where the action usually was. I didn't
expect much because it was early and there weren't many cars in the lot but
I was hoping.

Later in the Spring and Summer there would be plenty of places for privacy
in the undergrowth but right now the place was wide open. I could see for a
hundred yards in every direction and there was absolutely no one around. I
circled the whole area thinking that I might as well go back out to the
road and walk for a while. Maybe someone would show up later. It was too
nice a day for no one to be out cruising. As I started back up the trail I
saw a blonde guy around 30 approaching. He stopped when he got a few feet
away from me and we talked for a bit.

"Too bad there's no one up here today."  He was rubbing his crotch as we
talked.

"Yeah, I thought the place would be jumping." I started grabbing my own
dick through my shorts.

"I don't really do anything here. I just watch and let other guys watch
me. I've got a partner and I promised him I wouldn't fool around with other
guys so I figure as long as there's no physical contact I'm keeping my
promise."

"That's one way to look at it, I guess."

"You want to watch each other a while?"

"Sure, why not, nothing else to do." I pulled the front of my tee shirt up
and over my head leaving my chest exposed and pushed my shorts down to
mid-thigh.

He opened his fly and pulled out a nice half hard cock. He started stroking
it and it rapidly got harder. It was maybe just a little over six inches
and was thick with a huge smooth head. I stroked myself while I watched him
play with it. He walked around behind me to get a look at all of me.

"Bend over and spread your cheeks a bit. Oh, yeah, what a great hole. What
I wouldn't give to be in there."

He came back around in front of me and continued pumping that hot dick with
his fist. I heard a twig snap and looked back over my shoulder. There was
another guy coming up the trail about a hundred feet away.

"I know that guy. He's got kind of a small dick but he's not cut and has
lots of skin that he likes to play with. How about you go play with him and
I'll watch?"

I walked over to the new guy, shorts still halfway down with my hard dick
waving in front of me. By the time I got there he had taken his out and was
working it, trying to get it hard. I played with his balls while he stroked
himself. Completely hard his head was still totally covered with foreskin
with some to spare. I pushed the skin back and exposed his shiny red
head. I pressed the head of my dick into his and pulled his foreskin back,
trying to do a little docking. His skin was a little tight but it stretched
over the head of my cock. Both of our heads were encased in his foreskin. I
wrapped my fist around the two heads and stroked and squeezed them. In no
time his breathing got faster and his dick swelled in my hand. He stepped
back, his skin pulling away from my dick. He clamped the excess skin at the
end and I could see his cock throb as he began to shoot inside his
foreskin. After several spurts he released the skin and his cum oozed out
and dripped onto the ground. I heard a gasp and turned toward the blonde
guy who started spewing his load onto the ground.

As they were putting themselves back together I saw another guy off in the
distance. I couldn't be sure but it looked like all he was wearing was a
tee shirt as he walked through the woods. The two guys I was with headed
out toward the road so I started in the same direction the new guy seemed
to be going. As I came around a boulder I saw him leaning against a
rock. He was only wearing a shirt. His shorts must have been in the little
knapsack lying at his feet. He was a hot little guy, very muscular but
short and small-framed. As I walked up to him he peeled off his shirt. Just
as he pulled it over his head I noticed it had the logo of the
longshoreman's union on it. He stood there before me, naked, his hairless
muscular chest with a ring in each nipple. His cock was jutting straight
out in front of him. It was about average size and perfectly formed. I
sucked on his nipples a few minutes, flicking the rings with my tongue,
then dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.

"Oh, God, yeah. I need a blowjob so bad. Suck it."

He didn't need to ask twice. I bobbed up and down on his rod, sucking it
and twirling my tongue around the head. His cock was a perfect fit for my
mouth. In far too short a time he gasped, "I'm coming!"

I pulled off him and pumped his cock a few times. His first shot just
missed me and must have flown a few feet. His next spurts didn't go as far
but he just kept cumming and cumming. Watching all that man juice made me
regret having not kept him in my mouth but I had really wanted to see him
shoot.

He bent down and pulled a pair of shorts out of his little bag and put them
on as a stocky black guy around forty walked by. I turned to look at him as
he turned back, looked over his shoulder and gave me a nod. I said goodbye
to the longshoreman and followed. I caught up with him and he stopped,
leaned back against a tree and pulled a huge jet-black cock out of his
pants. I immediately squatted in front of him and tried to swallow it. I
knew I couldn't get more than half of it down without gagging but I gave it
my best shot. I sucked it the best I could and wrapped my hand around the
base and stroked the part I couldn't get in my mouth. With my other hand I
was pulling on my own dick. After a few minutes my knees got tired and I
stood up He grabbed my dick and began yanking on it while I stroked
his. With his other hand he reached behind me and ran a finger up and down
my crack, gradually going deeper until he was teasing my hole with his
fingertip. As he pressed against my pucker I felt my balls pull up and I
began to shoot streams of cum. He watched the white sticky stuff spurt from
my dick and took over stroking his own. He turned away from me slightly and
shot his load on the ground next to me.

As we cleaned up and put ourselves back together I looked around. Three
more guys were standing within fifty feet, all groping themselves. Oh well,
maybe next time, guys.  .