The following contains explicit sexual content between consenting males. If you find such content offensive, or are under age, please do not proceed. It is not the author's intent to offend.
These stories are drawn from real experience, although some embellishment has been added to fill in story line and/or fill out the bulge in your pants!! The necessities of modern life (safe sex) have been ignored in order to enable this process. If you're playing out in the real world casual encounters should be dealt with serious thought and never without protection i.e. condoms and if possible spermicides that have proven helpful in killing most viral born infections. Neither of these will protect you from hepatitis. Please play safe the damn quilt is too big already.
Playing in the Pines 1
The pines ran in two staggered lines planted as a border between a corporate headquarters and a local hotel. I'd stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away.
I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter. It wasn't until I learned of the pines that this location turned into one that was rich in sexual adventures. I'd found the place following a perspective contact. When he turned into the area I followed. The area behind the hotel was freight depot for number of trucking companies and local firms.
I was surprised by the number of cars and obvious activity along the far side of one of the parking areas. Just behind the line of parked cars was a line of pines that stood no more than twenty feet high. As I pulled slowly down the line of cars I recognized many of the regulars from the boulevard.
I saw my mark pull into a parking space, but none where available adjacent. I thought it signaled his disinterest, but as I pulled by he stepped from his car and strolled toward the pines. I was intrigued and nervous all at once.
I found two rows of trees with a wandering path carved between them. In places the distance between the trees created the path. The well-packed footing told the rest of the story. Countless trips up and down the long row both between the rows and along the lawn that marked the edge of the buildings property attested to the well-used condition of the place.
It was late, and the summer night was sultry. My nervousness, and sexual tension only increased that feeling of heat. I slowly made my way along the path taking my time, noticing and/or ignoring the others that treaded the same course in this strange dance.
At places along the path, use had widened the space into "rooms" that were being used by some of the patrons. Some displayed themselves hoping to entice someone's hunger. Others waited in shadows filled with a palpable tension, and wearing the mask of indifference.
I found nothing so enticing as to make me stop on my initial passes through this long curving tangle of hope and desperation, and returned to my car. A drunken hustler weaved his way over, and offered himself, but I pulled away to rejoin the gas queens and parade the shoreline once more.
I returned later, the line of cars that were parked before the pines had thinned to perhaps ten. I couldn't see many of their owners and surmised that they must be within. It was three thirty as I joined them.
At this far end of the trail I found no wanderers, and none waited in its few rooms I passed. Working my way slowly along the path I heard a sound that caused my already throbbing cock to leak; a groan, long and low, muffled by the tree boughs, but distinct and electric.
As the path began its curve toward the rear of the corporate headquarters I saw the voyeurs. They stood and watched from beyond the edge of the next room, slowly stroking as the scene before them unfolded.
Within was a glorious site. A man in his early twenties was supported against the chest of a much larger older man. The twenty year old's shirt was tossed in a heap, his jeans puddle about his ankles. Before him a middle aged man worshiped his cock; ravenous in his lustful attacks. Others stood at his sides, working his body with hands and mouths. I moved closer and freed my aching member.
From the far side of the space a teenaged boy joined the mass growing before me. He was stripped to the waist. On his slim hips a baggy pair of cut offs threatened to fall free. The older man supporting the twenty year old kissed him. Then the boy smiled and slid to his knees. He buried his face in the twenty year olds ass, slurping and sucking loud enough for us to hear. The twenty year old groaned loud and his body convulsed. The middle-aged man servicing him gagged once then worked hard to contain the rocketing spunk. When the flow finally stopped he rose and kissed the twenty year old sharing the hot load.
The teen and other that had been servicing the twenty year old didn't stop. As soon as the middle-aged man rose to kiss him another replaced him on the still throbbing and cum slick cock. The twenty year old moaned and protested but the older and pulled his arms back and kissed him into silence as the sweet hot attention turned slowly to torture.
I was hot. My cock was slick with precum. There was a noise to my right. There a blond college boy smiled and reached out to touch my balls. I growled and pushed him to his knees. Having watched the same scene he was hot and hungry. I fucked his face viciously. He gagged and slurped and gagged again, then settled into the brutal rhythm. I came quickly delivering a load that spilled out the corners of his mouth and streaked his cute features. I left and to cruise the street again.
The encounter had slacked my fever but not sated it. The morning was already lightening the sky when I traveled the path once more. There were only a few cars now. In most of them trolls sat hoping for desperation to include them in the dance. On the path I found the twenty year old draped over a stout low hanging tree limb. He was naked. The teenaged boy that had been eating his ass was now fucking him. He saw me and redoubled his efforts grunting and sweating. In less than a minute he pulled free and stroked up three thin lines of cum to streak the already crusted back of the twenty year old, who groaned and slipped to his knees.
The teen boy grinned and nodded at the target from which he pulled free. I grinned and shook my head. He paused looking me over. I could feel his eyes, my cock rose in response. Our eyes met and he turned revealing his dimpled cheeks and slowly spreading them. The ring was puffy and swollen; obviously well used through the night, but proved a tight and difficult entry. He moaned and shuddered as I pressed the head of my cock past his protesting sphincter. Then sighed as I slid home and began rocking into him. He clutched the trunk of one of the trees as my thrusts gained speed and power.
He was no virgin. He worked his ass, rolling his hips, and clenching at me each time I drove to meet him. The fuck took what seemed an hour and light grew around us as I labored. When I felt my orgasm gather I began to pull free, but he jammed back against me grinding his hips. I wrapped him in my arms and pulled him back to me. His body became pinned between the tree trunk and my torso. His feet barely touched the ground. I slammed each volley of cum deep into his bowel; then withdrew with an audible pop to shoot the last across his sculptured thighs.
When we'd recovered it was to find the twenty year old gone, and no cars but mine in the lot. The teen slipped into worn sneakers and the cutoffs. I offered him a ride home, but he said he'd walk. As I watched him leave I realized those were the only words that had passed between us all night, and my cock hardened again, and I knew there'd be more to come.
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