Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2023 15:40:23 -0500
From: Craig Cruzer <69qo24@gmail.com>
Subject: Finding Wood

Finding Wood

After living many years in a big city, my wife and I moved to a small
town for retirement.  Traverse City, Michigan is a wonderland of water,
hiking trails, great restaurants and cultural activities.  Unfortunately,
as I've quickly learned, small towns - at least as far as one
recreational activity is concerned - suck.  So do I (suck) and that's
where my story gets sticky, so to speak.

In Michigan's biggest city, hooking up for casual sex was at least
possible, if not easy.  Craigslist worked fine until they eliminated
personals.  It took a while before I discovered Doublelist, where I could
also find quite a few "hobbyists" like myself.  If nothing else, there
were always the adult bookstores.  A couple of them, not far from my
home, had peep shows with booths large enough for two guys to get busy,
if not comfortable.  One had booths roomy enough for four or more, and
the management never bothered anyone, so there was often a smorgasbord of
tasty treats hanging around the booth doors.  Unfortunately, the city got
holy a month or so before I moved, and shut down the sin palaces.  I'm
not sure if they ever re-opened, but it's a moot point for me now that I
live four hours north.

It didn't take long to discover that Traverse City, like a lot of smaller
towns, is fairly conservative and doesn't offer much in the way of hookup
options for guys looking to have some fun.  There are usually one or two
posts from Traverse City on Doublelist, but they're usually the same
small handful of guys, and not really worth checking out.  So I went
online, doing "research" about local hotspots, and learned that there's
not much action unless you like the woods and streams.  I guess that's to
be expected in a city where tourism and the great outdoors are major
attractions.  That's where the Boardman river comes in handy.

The river, south of town, is crisscrossed with seemingly endless miles of
hiking trails.  As soon as I discovered them while walking the dog, I
also learned there are lots of other outdoors enthusiasts looking for
more than just a brisk walk.  I had read online that the best place to
hook up locally is at a trailhead and I learned quickly that "Trail Head"
has more than one meaning.  There are more than a half-dozen parking
areas along the river valley where you can access the trails.  Most of
the cars in the lots are empty (with people already on the trails) but
some are not.  Some are occupied by single men, ostensibly looking at
trail guides or their cellphones.  It's pretty easy to make eye contact,
head down one of the trails a bit, and wait to see if any new friends
follow.  A friendly nod often does the trick.

The downside of river cruising, of course, is the danger of playing out
of doors.  There are a few places where there are stands of trees that
offer some cover, but outdoor playtime activities are still risky.  I
managed to have a couple of quick suck sessions, but my chances weren't
usually that great until I discovered the Meadows Pavilion Trailhead.
There's a large parking lot there, shared by school bus drivers on one
side and "outdoor enthusiasts" on the other.  To be fair, most of the
people who park on the far end of the lot are heading for the trails and
pathways along the river, but more than a few just make a beeline to "the
pines".

Ah, "the pines"!  If you've read this far, you're probably wondering when
the erotic stuff begins.  Well, thanks for your patience.  It begins a
couple hundred feet from the parking lot, where a copse of tall pines
stands majestic, just to the right of the main trail.  Inside the Pine
Palace are two convenient service stations, built by outdoor craftsmen
who probably got bored waiting for a tasty cock to cum alone.  The
"stations" are made up of pine branches and random sticks that have been
arranged into semi-circle "igloos" that offer tasty obscurity.  On the
ground, in the middle of each, is a cut log "stool" expertly tailored to
seat you comfortably at the exact height where you might encounter
another man's crotch.  Need I say more?  Use your imagination.

Even though playing in pines makes me nervous (especially since I'm
married), there doesn't seem to be any better options in or around town.
There doesn't seem to be a perfect time, but as the school bus drivers
arrive early in the morning, come back mid-day for their off hours and
return around 2pm for the afternoon drive, the in-between hours are
probably the safest.  I'm amazed that even in the cold of winter,
dedicated cocksuckers still show up, hoping for a mouthful (or two!) of
tasty cum.  Last Sunday afternoon, I got bored with just sitting around
the house, so I headed out for some outdoor head.  It often takes me a
loooooooog time to cum, so I usually just try to suck somebody off rather
than doing a swap meat.  I figure the longer we stay in the pines, the
greater the chances of an unwanted arrival, but so far the only
"surprises" have been other cock worshippers dropping by to take a look,
if not a lick.  Sunday was my lucky day; I took big loads of cum off
three guys inside the span of an hour!  There seem to be more than a few
guys who come out just to watch, but not me, I love cock, I love to suck
a big, hard one and I love the taste of the hot stream of cum that
delivers my reward for a job well done.

Will I see you in the pines?  Well, maybe, maybe not.  I'm trying to be
careful and not spend too much time at the Head Trail (my name for it)
trailhead because I figure if I know about it, and so do a whole bunch of
other cock lovers, then probably the local police know about it, too.  In
fact, I drove in the parking lot one day recently and spotted a Sheriff's
Patrol cruiser right down by the "hot corner".  Needless to say, I turned
right around and left.  I'd like to think the cops know about the suckers
in the sap, but don't bother them much because they don't really
care...and maybe don't want to get out of the cruiser just to nail some
other cruisers.  But that's just what I'd like to think.  I wouldn't bet
on it, and I'd advise all other lovers of outdoor fun to use extreme
discretion and caution.  That's probably the best exercise you can
exercise.  Happy trails.