I grew up in a small suburb where there is a state university. On the outskirts of town there is a fairly large urban wilderness park with miles of densely wooded trails. Of course, this is a great place to have anonymous sex with men.
I started cruising there when I was 18. That was 30 years and hundreds of cocks and loads of sperm ago. I heard the police were out there, but in 30 years I never saw them and always felt safe not to get caught by them. The thrill of sex outdoors is a great incentive for me. The excitement of a chance encounter and the energetic discomfort of being caught is enough to make me cum.
I first discovered Glory Holes in a toilet in a football stadium across town. Someone had left a message that interested guys should go to the wilderness park to get a blowjob, and that’s how I found out that guys were going there to have sex.
The wilderness park is on the outskirts of town and has a car park and a small covered pavilion with a map of the trails and two fishing ponds. What is not marked on the map are the many smaller trails that lead into secluded little cul-de-sacs. The only indication of anything illicit is the occasional used condom or small empty tubes of lube and dirty bags in these places.
The idea of getting down on my knees in front of a stranger and being used as a fuck sow is süchtig. I like the humiliation of strangers using me in that way. I love being in a place in the woods for hours, getting full of poppers and seeing how many loads of guys I can take. I can jerk off while doing it and wait for another guy to show up to cum on me. Sometimes I wait an hour or more for the next man to show up. And when I finally can’t take it anymore, I jerk off and shoot my load against a tree. Then I stand up, my knees aching, my face and chest covered in dried cum. I love to take off my shirt and let the guy cum all over my chest. The hot cum feels so good when it squirts all over me, and then I rub it into a foamy cream on me.
The first time I went to the park, I was walking along one of the little side paths and came across a man who looked like he was taking a leak. He was in his forties and a good-looking hairy brute. He gave me one of those looks üover his shoulder that signalled he was a player. I took a chance and walked up the side path and got close enough to find that he was actually peeing behind a tree. So I turned around and started walking back. I also glanced over my shoulder and to my delight he had now turned to me and was jerking his cock in his shorts. Being young, brave, hot and horny, I walked towards him. I nodded. He nodded.
He had already pulled down his sweatpants, revealing an impressive set of hairy balls. His cock wasn’t hard yet, but it was long and I knew it would be a monster once it was hard. I bent over and took him all the way into my mouth. He moaned softly as I sucked, stroked his balls and felt him getting harder in my mouth, growing to a fat 17 centimetres.
I got down on my knees and took him to the base of his penis, several times, holding onto his legs. I got off his cock, slid my hand up and down his spit-covered cock and took his balls in my mouth, first one, then the other, not quite being able to get them both in at the same time because they were so big.
He pulled my mouth back onto his cock and started fucking me from the front. I think he loved stroking me with his hands and hearing my gurgling sounds as his cock fucked down my throat.
“Oh, I’m going to…” was all he said as he pumped a fat horny load of cum into my mouth. I rolled my cum-covered tongue around the glans as he shook his legs, stood on his toes, breathed rapidly and gasped for air. I swallowed his load and then held his swelling cock in my mouth, knowing he was super sensitive now. I took it out again to look at his dripping prügel and held it in my left hand while the tip of my tongue licked the last pearly drops of cum from his piss slit, jerking off slightly with my right hand.
“Hey, thanks,” I said softly.
“No, thank YOU,” he said, his smile beaming as he wiped himself off, pulled the zipper shut and walked away. I licked my lips all the way to the car, enjoying the horny aftertaste of cum and the adrenaline rush of a clandestine encounter. Little did I know that this was the beginning of a 30-year adventure out here in the park.
Over the years I would have many firsts out here. I kissed a man for the first time, had anal sex, bondage, tried poppers and had several male sex sessions with strangers. I wore a ballgag as a necklace around my neck to show that I was underwürfig. For a while I even had a T-shirt that said “BOTTOM” in big letters, and I also had a Pig Harness that I wore shirtless when I walked the trails. In that way there is no question about what I want. There is a certain culture of cruising. The look üover your shoulder, the rubbing or grabbing of your own cock, the subtle smiles and nods – all of it conveys the need and desire for instant, horny sex.
My heart always skips a beat when I turn into the car park and see a few parked cars. How many of those cars have men in them right now who want or are getting sex? And how many of those cars have men in them waiting for guys like me to meet them outside on the forest trails for sex?! I have no doubt that I will soon end up with a load of men’s cum in my mouth. I park the car and get out. I take a look at the men in the parked cars and walk towards the forest path. Some men might be eating lunch or reading the newspaper. But most men come to the park for one reason only. If they are here for that reason, they have seen my look and understand what I want.
I’m about 10 metres into the woods when I hear a car door open and slam shut, and I’m laughing to myself because I know I have a teammate. I wait on the path until they see me, then I turn around and go to a secluded area. If they’re really interested, they’ll follow me to one of the many little dead ends or hiding places here on the path.
One fine spring morning I had parked in the car park and noticed a lot of empty cars, wondering how many of them were here for sex. As I walked around a bend in the path, I noticed two men standing in the woods beside the path looking at me. I smile and wave and keep walking as they give no sign that they want me to join them. After walking for a few minutes, I sit down on a bench by the side of the path to see if anyone comes by.
A few minutes later I hear someone walking along the path. It was one of the two men I had seen earlier. He stopped and said that it was a nice day to walk in the forest. I agreed with him. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and as he walked towards me I could see his cock and balls dangling in his shorts. Great, I think, no underwear, this guy is on the prowl. We continue to talk about what a beautiful park this is and how lucky we are to be here today. I slowly spread my legs and trace the contours of my soft cock with one finger. No sooner have I traced the contours than he stands directly in front of me and pulls up one leg of his shorts, revealing his cock and balls.
His cock and balls are shaved, as is most of his pubic area. He only has a small patch of hair on top of his cock that reaches down to his belly button. Damn, that’s hot, I think. As he stands there, his cock begins to rise. I bend over and breathe on his cock, making it stiffen faster. I reach for his balls and let them rock in my hand. He lets out a long moan. He is fully erect now and I look at his cock as I slowly jerk him off.
His hand moves behind my head to encourage me to suck. I open my mouth and devour the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the big, fat glans. He thrusts his hands forward and tries to fuck his cock down my throat, but I resist him for now. I try to stick the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and he shudders.
I slide a finger past his balls and feel his asshole. He spreads his legs wider and I slide my index finger into his ass as I suck his cock. I feel the back of his glans nestle in the back of my throat. It’s not long enough to deepthroat, so it’s the perfect size to suck. I bob my head as I finger fuck him. He pushes his ass down and tries to get more of my finger in his asshole.
I try with three fingers now and he grunts appreciatively. I taste his pre-cum in my mouth as I finally manage to put a finger on his prostate and he immediately spits out his load. It’s wispy and not much, which makes me suspect that I’m not his first blowjob of the day.
When I finally manage to get a finger in his prostate, he immediately spits out his load.
As he pulls his deflated cock out of my mouth, he motions for me to get up from the bench. I pull down my shorts, revealing my already hard cock. He bends down and sucks on both my balls. Damn, that was the first time anyone had ever done that! Next he starts sucking my cock like his life depends on it. I hold out as long as I can and finally pull my cock out of his mouth, telling him I want to keep cruising a little longer and save my load for later. Despite his disappointment, he agrees. He turns and walks back towards the car park and I pull up my shorts and head back the way I came.
Not far from the last action, there is a bench on the side of the path overlooking a small pond. As I sit there watching the pond, I pull my cock out of my shorts and gently stroke the underside of the glans. I hear footsteps on the path. I leave my cock out but take my hand away from it. The footsteps belong to a man I had seen earlier in the car park. He stops in front of me and looks at the pond for a while, then turns to me. With his hand he wölves his cock through his shorts. I spread my legs wider and he comes towards the bench.
I reach through the leg of his shorts and discover a low hanging pair of balls and an uncut cock. I play with his balls and his cock starts to grow. And growing. And growing. How big will this thing get, I wonder? Just as I’m about to pull down his shorts to examine his mega-cock, I hear more footsteps on the way. He takes a step away and looks at the pond while I sit down on the bench again.
An elderly man slowly approaches. He stops by the man looking at the lake, addresses him by name and asks how he is. The other man answers that he is fine. The older man notices me and laughs when he asks how I am. I reply that I am fine and he looks at my cock sticking out of the leg of my shorts and says, “I hope I am not bothering you guys”. I assure him that he doesn’t. He sits down next to me, reaches out and starts stroking my cock and balls.
The other man comes close again and I rub his cock through his shorts. He starts to get harder again, it doesn’t seem to bother him that the older man is there, so I pull down his shorts and pull out an anaconda of a big cock. The foreskin is pulled back, exposing half of the glans. I seriously doubt that I can even get half of it into my mouth.
The anaconda’s foreskin is pulled back, revealing half of the glans.
The older man takes a small brown bottle out of his pocket. I know they are poppers, but I have never taken them before. I had been offered them many times, but I had always refused because I didn’t take drugs and had no idea what effect they would have on me. I had watched many men smelling them while I was sucking them and one told me that they made him fucking horny! I must have been in the right mood because when he offered them to me I said “sure”.
He opened the bottle and I couldn’t help but tilt my head a little as his hand pulled my nose towards the strong scent of the bottle, the scent made my lungs expand and I inhaled deeply. I held the bottle under one nostril while he pinched the other and inhaled deeply. What happened next changed my sex life forever. A warm, cuddly feeling ran through me and it was as if time slowed down. The morning light even turned dark yellow and I could feel and hear my own heartbeat!
Orgasm on poppers makes you intensely süchtig. Over the years I have learned to ride this powerful wave. Apparently also by keeping the amount I inhale below a certain limit. His bottle was still open when I exhaled, then I took another deep breath and his finger closed my other nostril. A powerful wave of pure horniness came over me as I inhaled a third time, his hand holding my head and overcoming my slight hesitation. I was swept away by a flood of sexual power.
The older man bends over and starts sucking my cock, while I am now alone sucking on the popper. I bend over and pull down my shorts to give him full access, because if I thought I was a pig cum slut before, the poppers had released some kind of inner dämon slut in me that I knew nothing about.
The guy with the mega-poppers grabs me by the neck and tries to force the whole cock down my throat. The poppers show their effect and I am able to swallow more and soon he has the whole thing in my throat. I have never been able to do that before. I was in a popper frenzy at this point and I was very proud of myself because I had been deepthroating with bananas and trying to suppress my anger reflex with löffelübungen, which in time allowed me not to anger. But the poppers gave my inhibitions a whole new dimension.
As soon as I swallow the big cock, he starts to pull it out of my throat and slowly push it back in. Soon we have found a good rhythm and I get really horny. In the meantime, the older guy has managed to get most of his fingers up my ass and is massaging my prostate. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. He pushes two fingers along each side of my prostate and squeezes. Through this and the popper rush I was in, I shot a huge load of cum into his mouth. Some of it runs down his chin. Meanwhile, my throat spasms as the big cock swells inside it. I pull back far enough to taste the cum, and I am not disappointed by the quantity or the hot taste. I suck as hard as I can and one gush after another pours into my mouth. I swallow frantically and keep it all inside. As soon as he stops cumming, his cock softens and I let it slip out of my mouth. I am very weak on my feet as I walk back to my car that day.
As I got older, I got braver and braver in the wilderness park. I started buying cheap pillows at flea markets to take to the park so I could kneel on them while sucking cock. I had a pillow in almost every hiding place and cul-de-sac along the way. It was rare that the pillows were there for long, because the monthly volunteer clean-up crews always collected them. Once someone had dragged an old mattress to a hiding place and that gave me the idea to do the same. Over the years I disposed of 4 different mattresses there. I put them in the car park after dark and dragged them a short distance down the path. The next morning I retrieved the mattress and took it to the desired hiding place. Usually the mattresses were reserved for hiding places deep in the park. I always loved it when I returned to these places days later and found several men using the mattresses. Over the years I have witnessed many orgies where the guys stood around waiting their turn or just watching while they jerked off their cocks.
Some times when I used these mattresses, I had my ballgag in while lying face down with my ass in anticipation. I had tied myself up with rope on my wrists and looped the rope under the mattress, lube and condoms lay beside me. Strangers came and fucked my ass and I didn’t even see them! Sometimes they would pull the gag out of my mouth and stick their cock in me.
One of the most perverted things I did was to take a nylon webbing hänmat and cut a hole in each end. Through this hole my head could go down and out from under the mat and my ass was exposed at the same time. It was like a homemade sling, much more than a hammock. Man, I was getting fucked so hard from both sides in that thing!!!
The time of day was always significant for the type of men who frequented the wilderness park. In the morning it was the older types. At lunchtime it was mostly the workers who came to get a blowjob. Evenings and dusk were the busiest. Only rarely was anyone still in the park more than an hour after dark. One day, right at dusk, I walked 50 metres down the main path to a junction and took the path less travelled. The path that leads to a place where I have knelt many times in front of strangers to give them blowjobs. Where stacks of paper and condom wrappers make it clear that this is a place where men have sex. A muscular daddy-type came down the path. His stout chest tapered to a narrowing waist, what a picture. He stared at me and then winked. I knew the cue. I look back long enough to see him following me and briefly make eye contact. My heart is pounding. I may have done this a hundred times before. But for some reason, having a man following you in the woods to fuck you in the mouth is still very exciting.
I reach a bend in the path where scraps of paper tell me that sex has happened here before. The ground had been trodden flat by many feet and knees. I stop and wait, stroking my crotch. He comes into the clearing and pulls his shorts down to his knees so that his huge 20cm cock pops out. He was dripping sweet, clear pre-cum, it was deliciously obscene! It was so big that it wasn’t fully erect, but it was just drooling away. I almost tripped over myself, so fast I wanted to get on my knees to suck up all the cum dripping out of his 20cm prick. He puts a hand on my head and says, “Suck!”
“Suck!” he had said and that word echoes through my head as I take his cock into my mouth. I do my best to obey him and run my tongue under his cock to make my mouth a perfect cunt for him. He lets me suck on his cock for a few moments before picking up a fuck rhythm. With both hands on my head, he starts fucking my face slowly, using my mouth as a cunt hole for his pleasure only. I adjust my breathing so that I don’t cry when his cock is all the way inside me. I think of his instruction: “Suck!”
And apparently I’m doing well, because he increases the pace. That’s what I love about men, real guys. They have to ram their cock in, push it deeper, further, faster, harder. He thrusts, over and over again. He’s fucking my shaft now, his big hands hard against my head, like he’s trying to crack a coconut. He rams his cock into me, not caring if he wrenches or gags me. I only breathe in and out briefly as he pulls back each time. With every second push I breathe in and then out again, but not much. I am starting to feel dizzy from the suffocation. My knees hurt. My left foot has fallen asleep. But I keep thinking about what he said: “Suck!”, and I hold out and give my mouth to his desire, I become completely passive and submissive. This stranger I met in the woods at dusk owns me now, or at least for these few minutes until he finishes with me and leaves.
I continued to suck him, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head in ecstasy. I see him take a bottle of poppers out of his shirt pocket and take a big pull. Then he offered me some, which I inhaled with relish. After two big puffs I became a cocksucking, greedy sow! The poppers turned me into a devoted cocksucker. My whole life revolved around his huge cock. I reached up and pinched his nipples while I sucked his cock up and down. I felt his shaft getting thicker and harder and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I stopped sucking and moved my mouth only slightly over his shaft so that he only felt a warm, wet sensation. As the tip of his cock swelled, he flexed his cock and fat cream shot down my throat. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose a single drop.
A small trickle of cum ran down my lower lip and down to my chin as he withdrew his tumescent monster prick from my mouth cunt. Finally he exhaled and helped me to stand up. I could feel the strength of his arms. In turn, he dropped to his bare knees and almost tore my shorts off. When my throbbing cock was released from the confines of my underwear, it jumped straight into his waiting mouth; slurping it up with all its might and ferocity. I was thrilled that this guy was worshipping my cock. I felt the tension rising and knew I was reaching the point of no return. The poppers had done their job and I was ready. I leaned towards him and told him I was going to cum. My cum loads emptied into his mouth again and again. I was in my aftershock of orgasm and popper rush when he jumped up, pulled up his shorts and walked away. As he turned into the path, about to disappear behind the high building, he looked back again and smiled at me.
Then he disappeared into the grass.