Cruising on a Different Path - Part 1 - Gay Encounters
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It was a beautiful, sunny mid-July morning in Seattle. I woke up unusually early for a Saturday and decided it was the perfect day to finally explore the lush forests surrounding the city. I had moved here from San Diego for work months ago and between the rainy weather and getting acclimated to my new role and new city, I never found the time to go on a local adventure.
I threw off my covers, brushed my teeth, threw on my favorite jockstrap, tank top, and shorts, grabbed my keys, earbuds, and water bottle, and hopped in my car. I figured I'd grab a coffee on the way and skipped my morning shower knowing if I didn't get up and go, I'd end up dilly-dallying and never leave the apartment.
I had heard about plenty of different hiking trails that were quite popular for cruising but in my haste to make my morning hike happen I typed in the first place that I could remember and hoped for the best.
Snoqualmie Peak is about an hour and a half drive and it felt great to see the lush greenery grow denser as I cruised east on rt 90. I could feel my shoulders relaxing the further away from the city I got and rolled down all the windows to breathe in the slightly cooler fresh air with Mountains to my left and the South Fork River to my right. I pulled into an unassuming parking lot as directed by my GPS and noticed a decent amount of cars of people with the same idea I had.
I definitely got a little hopeful that this hike may end up being more fun than I had intended. I spent a good three hours exploring the trails and lush forest, appreciating the fecund greenery surrounding me, still glistening from the previous day's rain.
Although it was a clear and sunny day, the seemingly never-ending moisture local to the continental divide made the air thick with humidity as the temperature rose.
I felt that good kind of exhaustion you get from a long physical exertion. I was no stranger to the gym and working out in my thirty-four years - it was my sanity in the busy, almost chaotic life I led. Hiking requires a different type of energy and even though my six foot two frame was built like a Marvel superhero, I hadn't used some particular muscles required to explore the rocky trails of the mountain.
By the time I made it back to my car I was dripping in sweat, shirtless, and had gulped down the last drop of water in my large canteen. In the parking lot, I noticed even more cars but again no one was around.
As glad as I was that I did what I set out to do this morning, I was disappointed I didn't choose a different path or spot altogether. I have no trouble getting ass when I want it but I was hoping for some outdoor fun.
I lingered for a few minutes as a last-ditch effort for some possible cruising since I was getting turned on by the ripe musk wafting from my unwashed jock and furry pits, not to mention it had been over three days since I shot a load and even longer since I had sex. After ten minutes with not a single man in sight for a quick romp in the woods, I got in my car and headed back toward the city figuring I'd find someone to play with when I got home.
It was about thirty minutes later with building pressure in my bladder that I realized I had been going in the wrong direction. Damn, my confidence - I certainly had no reason to believe I could navigate home. I finally put in my address into the GPS, pulled a U-turn, and sped along, hoping to find a bathroom to release the liter and a half of water I had consumed on my hike.
I was practically wetting myself by the time I found a grocery store just off the highway still in the middle of nowhere. Being in the state of horniness I was in, the idea crossed my mind more than a few times to pull out my dick and just let it go all over my sweaty body. The thought wasn't helping though, only making my dick rock hard as I frantically searched for a toilet. Watersports always turned me on and while it would be hot to soak myself then rub one out while I drove, I knew I'd regret the cleanup afterward. Plus I wanted to get laid when I got back to the city. I had to squeeze the tip of my thick erect dick to prevent it from leaking more than it already had by the time I pulled into the parking lot and threw the car in park. I slipped my tank top back on over my furry torso, still damp and matted down with sweat, and scurried in with my thighs clenched, shorts tented, and too eager for release to care if anyone could see the wet spot that hopefully hadn't gotten any bigger.
I asked the woman behind the first register I saw where the bathroom was trying to mask my desperation and completely ignoring the burly, tall man I could barely see in my darkening periphery that was bagging his own groceries. I found the bathroom after a few failed attempts of navigating the maze of aisles and burst through the door to one of the empty stalls.
As I was finishing my cock out of my jock I noticed there was a workboot with slouched denim indicating someone in the stall next to me. Now a man taking a shit does absolutely nothing for me, quite the opposite in fact, however, being the pig that I am and my building horniness from earlier, I instinctively turned around to sit down to relieve myself and get a look at what kind of underwear the stranger had on.
Before my ass hit the plastic seat my stream started flowing and as soon as I started to feel some relief my eyes went wondering to see if I could get a glimpse of what was supporting the man's junk under the well-worn jeans.
What I saw made me smile and my dick jumped so much that a splash of my stream splattered the rim and the taught skin of my thick, hairy muscular thigh.
Nestled in the crotch of the bunched-up jeans was a very worn, very stained pouch of a formerly white jockstrap. I could not control the blood rushing to my crotch as I finished my piss and started thinking about how great that practically thread-bare pouch probably smelled. I looked down at my own jock stretched between my bulging calves, it wasn't nearly as stained or worn out but it was definitely on its way and I could get a faint whiff of the sweat-dampened pouch which only added to my excitement.
I had heard enough about cruising in restrooms to know what to do but wasn't quite sure if it was safe in this rural area. I'm a big guy, and pretty powerful, I could hold my own if I miscalculated. Not that it matters but most people wouldn't know how much I love to suck cock just by looking at me - a butch bottom my friends always tease. I was too horny to think straight and the prospect of getting a fresh load of cum in my dark beard and mustache for the ride home was way too tempting to resist giving it a try.
Once my stream finished and my cock was rock hard I took a deep breath, about to tap my sneaker when I heard the outside door open. I took it as a sign that this would not be my first under-stall encounter, jumped up, and pulled up my shorts and jock over my leaking seven inches, full nuts, and furry bubble butt before exiting the bathroom.
I was too curious and turned on to leave though so I lingered just outside by a shelf of condiments so I could catch a glimpse of what I was imagining to be a rough, blue-collar type with the used jock next to me. I'm definitely glad I did.
About thirty seconds later out walked the epitome of rugged masculinity. A tower of a man with a barrel chest stretching and broad shoulders strained the fabric of his white t-shirt that was stained with signs of hard labor outside and almost transparent in places where sweat collected in the contours of his muscles.
It was as if time slowed down like in a movie as he walked toward me. His piercing eyes peaked under the brim of his well-worn ball cap and over the frames of his aviators and he gave me a knowing smile that made my dick jump and my face flush as he passed. I did my best attempt at discretion to follow the thick, beefy, distressed denim-clad ass down the aisle.
When I got outside I saw the man standing casually at the rear of a Ford F150 looking sexy as hell. Luckily he was parked a few empty spaces before where I parked so if I misread the whole thing I could just keep on walking. He was looking in my direction through reflective lenses but that could mean anything, really.
My heart raced and I could feel fresh drops of perspiration forming on my brow and at the curve of my lower back, completely at a loss of how to shoot my shot and not get beat into the ground if I was wrong.
"Hey boy," he said in a deep voice, startling me into reality and making me realize my eyes had been glued to his impressive bulging crotch as I got closer.
"Hi," I managed to croak out of my dry mouth as my eyes darted up and my skin tingled in embarrassment.
"Where are you parked?" asked the stranger with a silver scruff framing his chiseled jawline.
"Right there," I said pointing to my car about fifteen feet away.
"Follow me," he said with a sly smile and turned to climb into his front seat.
Well, that was easy, I thought as I practically ran to my own vehicle.
He could be anywhere from forty-five to sixty-five but I really didn't care, feeling my hole twitch and my submissive side yearn for the hot daddy to manhandle me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I followed him out of the parking lot and down some winding rounds surrounded by thick forest until we turned off onto a narrow, almost hidden, dirt path.
Was he taking me to his house? Was he going to kill me? What the fuck am I doing? How far into the woods are we going?
We traveled further into the thick forest and I had the thought of sending a text with the man's license plate number - GR1Z - for safety. Fuck, I even found that sexy for some reason but the deeper we got into the deserted thicket of trees, the more my adrenaline told me it was a bad idea. Just as I was about to throw the car into reverse I saw the red of his brake lights glow until his truck came to a stop in a small clearing with no one and nothing but nature in sight.
I sat there watching the red glow fade as I slid the gear shift into park with a trembling hand. I couldn't get out of the car. Fear mixed with excitement as he climbed out of the front and took a stance at the rear of his truck.
I could still back out, my car was still on, I could make a run for it I thought while still unable to move and reality screaming potential dangers in my head. My eyes were glued to the hulking older man leaning against the back gate with one arm resting on it and the other at his side with his thumb hooked in the pocket, waiting for me to join. I couldn't tell what the expression on his face other than a cheek smirk since it was mostly hidden from his glasses and hat but I knew I had to make a decision.
When his big hand drifted lower on his jeans and gave his bulging crotch a subtle squeeze my hand was on the ignition turning it off without even making a conscious effort to do so. The decision had been made.
I was hoping for some cruising and potentially some hot, risky action on my hike but this was a whole other level of cruising - it was different than what I had in mind, riskier and, well, hotter.
I took a deep breath and reached for the handle and slowly opened the door.
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