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.