There are a few parking lots connected by one two lane road. What the fuck do you think I’m doing here, taking a fucking constitutional?” He gently put his hand on my shoulder, and softly continued. He was a big, broad shouldered, athletic looking guy with a flat top crew cut. There was a sign with a bulletin board about the park and activities in the area – it didn’t mention cruising and sucking dicks (must be out of date). My eyes were riveted on his growing bulge as he stepped closer, dropped his hand from his pants and stood with his still concealed hardon about a foot from my face. As he got to about 50 feet away, I called out “Hey bud, how’s it goin’?”
“Out-Fucking-Standing! The entire area is wooded, and there are paths leading from the parking lots into the woods, or down a ways to the Potomac River.
