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He would join me. Still, it was a way to get exercise and less dreary than camping out on the couch at home watching porn on a device. In recent years traffic in the city's cruise spots had dropped off drastically. We're both dick-hungry sluts and have been since we both met in our early twenties, though he's more vers than I am.

I really didn't have much hope of finding anyone. A night at the boy story and originally published elsewhere. Besides, it was sunny and breezy out, altogether a pleasant day. I'd been single for a while and had been quite content being celibate, relieving myself with the occasional solitary jack-off session.

Normally I'd take my big black Lab along with me if I were going outdoors, but today he'd only be in the way. Who wanted to run the risk of being beaten up or arrested when there were so many safer ways to get off? The place marketed itself as a boy-zoo.

Past it the woods continued, honeycombed by footpaths. There were a couple of cars in the dirt lot at the front of the park when I got there, a mildly promising sign. A freely-accessible archive of bestiality storiesnifty bestiality Stories involving Animals and Humans Nifty continually needs your donations to keep this free service available.

It seemed like a fun idea. Police crackdowns and the internet had decimated their numbers. Occasionally a solitary man would be sitting at one of the picnic tables, a giveaway that he was on the hunt, but no one was there today. Bottom boys can sign up to present.

All characters are of legal age. In total it made for a pleasant dog walking area if you had an animal, an irresistible landscape for cruising on foot if you had an animal instinct. I decided to chance it.

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But what couldn't be seen from the street is what interested people like me the most. You could always beat a hasty retreat if a situation threatened to get out of hand. For some reason our usual news-server was granting only Local distribution, so I’m trying a different one this time.

Years ago the number of cruisers here, especially on weekends, had been much larger. That day, though, my hand wasn't enough. So I left Boomer in the front yard, looking reproachful and doing his best to make me feel guilty about abandoning him.

I pulled in, killed the engine, got out of the car and strode across the grassy field. I decided to do some old-fashioned outdoor cruising. Situated between a much bigger city park and a residential neighborhood, it was small and unprepossessing, just a grassy area surrounded by woods with one or two picnic tables and an ash can, though few people set up grills there.

The woods sloped down a short hill and at the bottom, oddly, was a short paved road with no outlet in either direction, its original purpose long forgotten. I was too impatient to search the apps on my phone or the Doublelist ads, low-yield propositions in any case.

On the other hand, there was the advantage of being able to size up a prospective hookup in the flesh. It was only a short drive from my house down the freeway to get to the park I had in mind.