I used to go to the park when I lived in town. I was pretty inexperienced and frightened in those days but with a bit of alcohol to lower my inhibitions I managed to have a few good experiences as well as quite a few cold evenings when I finished the night by wanking off while fucking a tree. Few people around and all scared to approach like me.
Now I live in the country and am much more active in my cruising. In the country there are less people though and no well-known park. But of course there are places once you look for them.
There is a river nearby where people go to swim. Some places fairly populated on a 'beach', a dozen people say, other little spots where it is easy to get to the water and where people tend to be on their own, or a couple at most. I go in the summer, check out any nice bulges I see on the way, find a spot on my own but visible, and hope for a passing hit. I've had one or two but not very interesting. I needed more.
I began to look for a real cruising spot and finally found one about ten miles away. Still by the river, a disused road leading to a disused bridge off from the new both which has been sorted out by the local council as a rest spot with installed concrete tables and benches for picnickers. So stopping there doesn't raise any eyebrows.
The first time I went there there was nobody around. However, off to the right of a little track leading along the river, there was a clearing with tissues, opened condom packets (but no condoms) and gel pouches all over the place. I knew I had found the spot.
The next time I came I gave two blow jobs to a couple of nice cocks. Both were mature men, I am too and I like them, one was really virile and hard but the other needed working on. I love sucking cock, and do it well I'm told, so I had him at maximum in the end, filling my mouth with his hot hard cock and then his lovely sperm.
So over the summer I went a few times, mainly I got to suck, from one to three nice cocks each time, and once I was fucked rather badly. I like being fucked. I love being fucked in fact and my thing is to be a whore. I love wearing undies. I have a nice slim body but, unfortunately from this point of view, I have a pretty masculine face so can't really do the whole transvestite thing. But boy, would I love to. Pity that I didn't discover this pleasure when I was younger and pretty (I was, gays were always trying to get me, I just ran away, scared out of my life) I would have knocked them silly.
Still occasionally I've met guys through the net (very few) and sometimes they've liked a nice little arse in white lace panties. But far from satisfactory on the whole.
One day, at the cruising spot, a man of about sixty comes and sits on the opposite bench of the table at which I was sitting and began reading a book. I was having a cigarette and waiting for some action but I didn't get the impression that he was looking for it. I think he started up the conversation, saying it was a quiet place to read or something. It pretty soon got on to why we were really there, though I don't know how, and soon we walked off down the track together where once we were out of sight he started to pay with my arse and me to get very excited.
As soon as we had found a discreet spot he began kissing me. I like that especially when their breath and mouth aren't poisonous. His wasn't. Then I went down on him. Wow, what a cock, big hard and hairy, I was in heaven already. Then he asked me if I wanted to be fucked. Oh boy, did I. He fucked me good and hard and while fucking me he called me his little whore and stuff. I went crazy. that's what I like more than anything, being a whore.
We had our fun and parted but the next time I went there a few weeks later I hoped to meet him again. This time I had a cute little pair of lacy panties on just in case. If we did meet, I thought he'd like it. We did and he did. The next time I went there and met him again I had a bra, suspenders, stockings and a string. He went crazy, so did I. I had him spank me hard, I love that, I sucked him for a long time and then I let him fuck me like the whore he wanted. Mmmmm.
We've talked a bit and he says he has an ailing relative at home so he can't invite me there. I say I have curious neighbours, which is just as much a lie. But I expect it will come that I invite him and have the pleasure of feeling his weight on me, opening my legs and feeling his lovely cock slip into the hot arse of his whore.