To the rear of the campus was a small wood, and on the far side a little river. Downstream a mile or so was a footbridge and a path that led to a hamlet. Over the years, the chain-link fence to the woods had not been maintained, and now had large gaps. It made for a very pleasant run of around five miles. No traffic, rabbits and deer to look at. Running in the morning could be unpleasant if there had been a heavy dew, so I used this route in the evenings.
At the time, I was so naive, I hadn't even heard of cruising and cruising areas, but it turned out that the woods were just that. As the evenings drew in, I was coming back in the near dark. Occasionally, I would noticed a few men, usually, but not always, older. I paid little attention, until one evening, one guy was leaning against a tree, taking oral from another man. I resolved to investigate the following evening.
I waited till sunset and set off, this time with loose shorts and no underwear. Instead of running, I wandered off the main path and found a secluded spot. Sure enough, after a few minutes, I saw other men strolling around. One guy leaned against a tree in a clearing with his dick out of his flies, stroking himself. Another man came up to him. They kissed briefly, then the guy dropped to his knees and sucked the other one off. By now, I had my own cock out, masturbating. I crept on through the woods, wondering if I would have the nerve to take part. The question was answered for me, when a guy patted my bum. I turned. A tubby man in his 30s immediately squeezed my hardness and gave me an unwanted kiss. He pulled my cock out of the leg of my shorts and began tossing me. I pushed on his shoulders, and he took the hint, kneeling and fellating me. I'd intended to be doing it to someone else, but I closed my eyes and let him suck me off. He was tongue was magic. It didn't take long, my legs buckled and I filled his mouth. I started to head back to campus a little disappointed, but it was a start.
The following evening there were clear skies and a full moon, so a little colder. I wore a tracksuit. In the moonlight, I could see quite a few guys wandering around. One, in particular, caught my eye. Slimmer and younger, and wearing Levi jeans, I'd have fancied him anywhere. I managed to catch his eye and he beckoned me over. No words were spoken, but I knew what to do. He helped by undoing his belt, then put his hands behind his head. I undid the top button, then pinged the rest off and slipped the jeans down to his knees, followed by his CK boxers. A large, fat dick sprang out. He had shaved his sack. I took my time, knowing the longer it took, the larger the reward. I cradled his balls and licked the shaft, eased the foreskin back and swirled around the sensitive crown. He held my head, trying to persuade me to go faster, but I stayed in control. I moved my left hand and ran a finger up his crack and rubbed his anus. He pushed back and my finger popped inside. He groaned and buckled a little. I upped the pace and finger fucked him. After 15 minutes, my mouth was filled with his warm cream. With a hoarse whisper, he said "Thanks, you're great". He tidied himself up and disappeared into the night. I was already hard from sucking the guy. I took his place and untied the drawstring. A few minutes later, two lads walked toward me. They bundled me to the ground, ripped my trainers off and removed my tracksuit bottoms. My erection quickly died. They dropped their shorts. I knew it would be pointless struggling, so accepted my fate and pulled my legs up. One shoved his dick in my mouth, the other spat on his cock and rammed it home, I yelled, and got my face slapped. I was banged hard and bred. They swapped. His mate was a little gentler, and I was allowed to wank. Ten minutes later, I was bred again. I was left to finish myself off. I hunted around, found my trainers, and stumbled home. I felt sore, but not deflated, determined to be more careful next time.
I went on the Internet and found there were several cruising areas and cottages near me. Obviously not as safe as Grindr, but more exciting, so I did a bit of both, cruising through the week, and Grindr at the weekend. I also found out there was a system of signals that were used to indicate whether you wanted to give or receive. Armed with this knowledge, I became much more successful .............
