Subject: Cruising Signals Dear readers: this is a true account. Please help support the work of Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. Consider making a donation today fty/donate.html. Help keep Nifty free and accessible for everyone. Cruising Signals Today was brutally hot. After working hard in the sun all afternoon I went to my secret place on a public pond and went skinny dipping to wash off the sweat and to cool down. But I had no time to linger because I had a dinner date at 6:45 and needed to hike out of the woods, get to the Y to shower and change in time to make it to the restaurant. Walking fast I was back on the main trail to the parking area when a 20-something lad with basketball shorts and a t-shirt with large open arms crossed the trail in front of me and took a side trail toward the old rail tracks, which I had crossed only moments before. I paused, took a sip of my drink, and watched him walk up the side trail almost out of sight. He glanced over his left shoulder twice as he walked, but I wasn’t sure if he was giving the age-old cruising glance or merely checking to see if he was being followed. I had no desire to get escort bayan beat up if he was simply trying to take a leak. I took a chance and walked up the side trail, getting close enough to determine that he was, indeed, peeing behind a tree. So I turned around and began walking back. I, too, did the glance over the shoulder and to my delight he had now turned toward me and was groping his cock inside his baggy shorts. Being bold, and hot, and horny, I assessed quickly if I really had time for this now. The small head won out, so I turned around and walked toward him. I nodded. He nodded. “Hey,” said I. “Hey,” he said back and smiled. “Looking?” “Yeah” “Follow me,” I said and walked to the end of the trail and turned right along the old railroad tracks. About 150 feet on the left is an old culvert. One end has been sealed off by a guy I know who placed standing branches to form a nice cozy, shady, safe, hidden alcove for exactly this purpose. I walked down the embankment, he was close behind. I turned around a few feet into the tunnel. He had already tugged his jogging shorts under a very impressive set of smooth balls. His cock wasn’t yet kocaeli escort hard but it was a pleasant mouthful as I leaned over and slurped it all the way into my mouth. He moaned quietly as I sucked, fondling his balls and feeling him grow harder in my mouth, growing to a fat six inches. I got down on my knees and took him to the root, several times, holding onto his calves which now were shaking. I pulled off his cock, slid my hand up and down his spit-slimed rod, and held his balls in my mouth, first one, then the other, not quite able to get both in at the same time because they were so big. He pulled my mouth back onto his cock and tried to face fuck me, but his legs were too shaky to really give him traction. I had a better idea. I held both balls in my right hand, lightly bouncing them off the tips of my fingers. Then I slid my left hand up his quaking thigh and grabbed his ass, sliding my middle finger just over the cleft of his meaty cheeks. “Oh, gonna…” was all he said as he pumped a sizable sweet load into my mouth. I rolled my cum-covered tongue around the head as he jiggled his legs, standing on his toes, izmit escort bayan breathing quickly and gasping for air. I gulped down his load then held his wilting cock in my mouth, knowing he was super-sensitive now. I looked at his dribbling cock and held it in my left hand as the tip of my tongue probed his oozing piss slit of the last pearly drops. I was rock hard, leaking into my shorts. But this was not about me. This was all about this young stud getting off. I stood and adjusted my cock and stepped aside. “After you,” he said, gesturing with his hand to allow me to pass and walk back up the embankment. As I crested the top I glanced back and saw him wiping off his half-rampant cock with his shirt and adjusting himself in his jogging shorts. I walked briskly along the tracks, back to the side trail, now almost late for my dinner plans. As I reached the main trail, he jogged past me, his wonderful ass and hairy legs a worthy vision. “Hey, thanks,’ I said quietly. “No, thank YOU,” he said, looking back, his smile radiant under his sunglasses and backwards baseball cap. I licked my lips all the way to the car, savoring the sweet aftertaste of young cum and the adrenaline rush of a furtive encounter. Sometimes it’s OK to take a risk, to use the old time-worn cruising signals that are a lost art in the age of Grindr and Scruff. If you liked this story, please write me at hoo