Cruising Stories

I was slowly cruising the narrow shady roads of Franklin Park. It was a little past four in the afternoon. There seemed to be more vehicles than usual, many with deeply tinted windows. Pickups outnumbered sedans, SUVs and convertibles. I drove with the window down, my flexed left arm resting on the padded door ledge. I had started my search near the boat ramp. Besides the F-150s with boat trailers, there were five passeng...

It didn't take more than a glance – fingering his delicately-shaped ankle, sweeping up to the thigh-high tops of his stockings, just the barest glimpse of skin through the black transparent bolo panties, upward getting grabby to the soft pecs and rigid nipples – to grow a haunting rough wanting. Of course, his face was composed of a frigid “You'll never fuck me” smile and petite sassy, sexy expressions. With the slightest...

"That's where guys go to suck dick," Ashley blurted out. "What?!? Where the hell did that come from?" I laughed. "The boat launch we just passed by. Yeah, at least that's what I've heard. That's what the kids said back in high school, at least. A couple friends of mine even swore they saw our math teacher down there. That, and my parents always told me to steer clear of it if I was out wandering by myself. Between them an...

When I was seconded to our London office for a few years, I made sure that my apartment was very close to a well-known cruising park in the city. After settling in to my surroundings, I couldn’t wait to embark on my first mission to the famous venue. I had read a great deal about this place and even seen a video that was recorded there by an eminent pornographer. The skanky and gratuitous artlessness of the video left a s...

Many years ago on a business trip, I visited a coastal town that had a wonderful esplanade. The promenade was a good mile long, and well-known as pick-up area for M2M action. Unfortunately my success rate there had not been exemplary, and I had only been lucky once on a prior visit. That encounter had been rather boring, and infinitely forgettable, so, ‘lucky’ may not be the correct choice of word. That was about to chang...

After we got home from the cottage, Carol and I spent some hot times reminiscing about all of our adventures. The memories were very arousing and fueled our sex talk. Home, where we met, married, have a house and numerous social friends. Home is also where the sex games began. Carol has always been a scandalous flirt. She would dance with men while she was wearing scant clothes. She would mold her body to them and hump th...

Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred to hide myself away.These days, that no longer bothers me at all. Since I've never had a bad response from men on that scor...