The Reservation
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.
Discovery
The summer I was 17 was a time of amazing freedom for me. I had just graduated from high school. It was my first summer driving. I had to work, of course. College to pay for.
But I had days off. And I had the use of my Mom's car, a V-8 Mustang convertible, as long as I took her to work and picked her up after work And though I had to work some weekends, I also had days off during the week, and I liked nothing more than driving.
I was also gay. Only one friend from my neighborhood knew, but, in spite of the stuff we'd done together, we'd never really talked about it. And my social life was practically non-existent. Though I wasn't bad looking, I didn't think much of myself. Most of the friends I had through high school were the guys in Boy Scouts, but that was okay, because they were okay, And hanging out with other Boy Scouts meant I wasn't always having to explain why I didn't have a girlfriend. But once I got the car, the freedom, I was on the go all the time. Every day I didn't have to work, I was driving. All over, up and down every road, exploring. Not like I lived in the wilderness. I was in suburban New Jersey, less than 25 miles from Manhattan, but still there was still a lot to discover.
A week or so after graduation, on a day off, I'd been driving most of the day and decided to head home. Just then, a little English two-seater convertible, an MG or Triumph, pulled out in from of me. The driver was young and really cute, and the car was hot. I started toward home, which was about 15 miles way. Every turn I was going to make, the cute guy in front of me made first. It looked like I was following him, but we were just coincidentally going in the same direction. Once we got to my town, I was intrigued. Not only was I curious as to where he was going, but he was so cute and I really wanted to just follow him a while longer. So as he passed through town, I stayed behind him, keeping a little distance, hoping not to be too obvious.
In the next town, we started though a large county park actually referred to as a reservation, since it was so large and overlapped several towns. Several major roads wound through the reservation and there were a couple of mountains (Jersey size). I had spent a lot of time as a Cub Scout and Boy Scout hiking, cooking and camping in the reservation. While climbing the winding road up the mountain following my `friend', I slowed down, keeping a bit behind him, hoping he wouldn't notice his tail. At the top of the hill, the park ended, and it was a straightaway down the other side, through upper class suburbia to a more urban area at the bottom.
As soon I started down the hill, I knew I had lost him. I could see quite far ahead, and he was gone. I sped up, but when I reached downtown at the foot of the mountain, he was no where to be seen. So I gave up and turned back toward home. After all, he was just a cute guy I was driving behind. I'd only been with one other guy, a school friend, and nothing had indicated this guy was gay, So it was time to stop fantasizing over a stranger and go home. When I got back to the top of the mountain, I noticed the park entrance on the left.
And I realized that was probably the only place my fantasy guy could have turned off. So I turned in and drove a little ways to the first parking area, and there was his car. . I parked near it and looked around. Across from the lot was a lookout with a view of Manhattan, which I remembered from scouting days. On the other side leading into the woods was a wide trail. I started down the trail, remembering that it eventually led to a picnic area. I came around a bend in the trail, and there, 20 yards in front of me was my cute guy, talking to another guy. They heard me and both turned and looked at me, `My"
guy said something to the other one and they both just stared at me.
All I could think was, "Oh shit, he recognizes me from following him the last half hour, knows why I've been following him, and now he and his friend are gonna beat up the queer. So I turned and ran. Back to the parking lot, back to the car. I jumped in the car and took off as fast as I could. Out of the reservation, back to my comfortable suburban town a few miles away.
But the next day, after work, I found myself drawn back, looking to see if by some chance he was there again. His car wasn't in the lot, but I parked and walked back down the trail again. I wandered around, feeling comfortable because I had spent lots of time there as a kid in Scouts. After a while, it began to occur to me that the only other people around were guys, and they were all alone and just wandering, looking at each other, just like me. I started paying less attention to the nature around me and more attention to the men. They would walk past each other, wait a couple of seconds, then turn and look over their shoulders, catching each other's eyes. Now and then one would turn off onto a smaller path and another would follow. I was young and na^Ëve, but I wasn't stupid. It didn't take long to figure out what was going on. And every now and then, through gaps in the underbrush, I caught glimpses of couples in quite intimate positions.
I left without pursuing anything that day, but started going back every day after work. I'd hag around for a couple of hours, go home to eat, then head back to hang out until the park closed at dusk. I didn't do very much at first. I considered myself average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10", 145, with sort of nerdy looking glasses. But I was young, and that seemed to make me more attractive to the others. But I was also very shy, and most of the others a lot older than me, so it took a really hot and aggressive guy to get me into the woods .
Dave One afternoon, I got cruised by this really cute guy, early 20s, slim, dark hair. He headed into the bushes and I went after him. He stopped in a secluded spot, pulled me to him in a tight hug. He kissed me on the cheek, then quickly unbuttoned my shirt while I pulled his shirt over his head. We unfastened each other's pants simultaneously and let them drop to the ground. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed our practically naked bodies together. I held him in my arms, rubbing my hands up and down his back, squeezing his buttocks.
He pulled back and grabbed my rigid cock and gently started stroking it. I followed his lead and did the same to him. He cock was like mine, about average in length and thickness, but his felt smoother, silkier. He bent down started flicking his tongue around the rim of the head of my dick, then licking up and down the sides of the shaft. I was slowly stroking his cock. I was really getting into his tongue worship, when he turned me around, squatted down and started doing something I had never heard of, thought of, or dreamed of. He started running his tongue up and down the crack of my ass.
Gradually, he pulled my checks apart and went in deeper. When his tongue touched my puckered hole, it was as if a jolt of electricity shot through me. My cock, already rock hard and pointing straight out, started leaking precum, something I rarely did. As his tongue pressed against my hole, he reached around me and started stroking my dick with his left hand while he pulled on his own with his left. I reached behind me and pulled my cheeks apart, giving his tongue better access to my hole. As his tongue started fucking my ass, I began shooting streams of cum into the bushes in front of me. He got up turned me around to face him and hugged me again. I could feel the wet head of his dick on my thigh and realized he had cum with me After we'd straightened up and got our clothes back together, be gave me another first.
He stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, my name is Dave."
No one there had ever told me his name before. In fact, few of them even spoke after the orgasms were over. I said I was Mike and we walked out to the parking lot together. He took a pen and paper from his car, gave me his phone number and asked me to call.
A couple of days later, my family went down to the Shore for a week's vacation and that little piece of paper with his number was burning a hole in my wallet and my mind. First thing when we got back, I went out to a pay phone (didn't want to take a chance of my parents overhearing or questioning an unknown number on the phone bill). I held my breath while the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Dave?"
"Yeah. Who's this?"
"Mike. We met at the reservation a couple of weeks ago." There was a long pause. Shit, he didn't remember me, or maybe hadn't really wanted me to call.
"What kind of car were you driving?"
"White Mustang convertible."
"Oh, yeah! Great to hear from you! Can you come over now?"
I started breathing again. He gave me directions to his apartment in the next town. I raced home, told my parents I was going to the movies, and drove over. As I got out of the car.
I saw him standing in the doorway, barefoot, wearing shorts and an open shirt looking very sexy. Once inside, he took me by the hand and led me upstairs to his apartment. I sat on the couch, gawking at the beautifully furnished apartment while he went into the kitchen, returning with two beers. I sipped mine slowly; too embarrassed to tell him I'd never had a beer before, except for a sip now and then when my father had one. We talked a bit, he told me a little about his job, I told him I was a student at Rutgers (not quite a lie, I was starting in the fall). When we finished the beers, he led me into the bedroom.
In a flash we were naked and lying side by side. He held my head in his hands and kissed me, first gently pressing his lips against mine, then working his tongue into my mouth.
My first kiss. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just copied his actions. After a very long kiss, he swiveled around into a 69 position and took my cock in his mouth. I did the same to him. While I had sucked before, and been sucked before, I'd never done both at the same time and it took me a little effort to get the right rhythm going. Soon, he took his mouth off of my dick and started licking and sucking on my balls, taking first one and then the other into my mouth. Again, I followed his lead, and went after his balls. As his tongue passed behind my balls, I knew where he was going. I was going to relive that amazing experience from the woods. And I was going to get to try the same on him. He spread my cheeks and dove in. I did the same to him. I was licking and sucking and munching on his puckered hole as he did the same to mine. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer and felt my balls pull up tight. He must have noticed, because he pulled back, and in one motion, engulfed my rigid penis in his mouth and slid his middle finger into my well- lubricated hole. I did the same to him, just as I began firing shot after shot of cum into his mouth. I don't think I'd ever come that much, He responded by filling my mouth with his load. I swallowed as fast as he came, but couldn't keep some from leaking out of my mouth and running down my chin. He turned around, licked up my chin and kissed me.
Then we just lay there a while, just cuddling, not saying anything.
After a bit, he got up, left the room and came back with two more beers and a cigarette.
We sat on the bed, drank our beers and talked a bit. Then I asked the wrong question.
"How old are you?"
"22." Wow, I thought, he's really a grownup.
Then he asked me.
"17."
He started choking on his beer, gasping for breath. He was obviously bothered. I couldn't imagine what the problem was.
Then he said, "You're a minor. I could get in a lot of trouble doing this with you, even just giving you beer."
I couldn't imagine why. After all, I had called him. I had driven over to his place. And I had definitely wanted to do every single thing we had done. But he explained that none of that mattered to the law.
Later, as I was leaving, I asked if we could get together again soon. He said no, because of my age. Then I brought up that I'd be 18 in October, so maybe then we could. That's when he told me that he lived in the apartment with his lover, who was away on business, so it wouldn't work out. I never saw Dave again, but I will never forget him and all of the firsts he gave me. My first kiss, my first beer, my first rim job (giving and getting), my first time being naked in bed with another guy and my first 69.