Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 12:59:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Daddy Cprof <da1prof@yahoo.com>
Subject: gay/encounters title: playing in the pines

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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