![]() There were guys hanging around there of every shape size and om a big flannel shirt wearing red neck walking his dog to a salesman type in a white shirt and tie enjoying his brown bag lunch out in the fresh air away from his job. I was surprised at how many guys were hanging out in that section of the park at that time of the day. ![]() The park was near enough to the high school that on my ten speed I made there in less than twenty minutes. Other than curiosity I’m still not sure what prompted me to split off from my buddies at lunch and ride my bike there. Actually back then I was so naïve that I didn’t even know that things like that even went on. I’d even played junior league games on the baseball fields and had never once imagined what went on here in the woods across the big parking lot. The Wagner Park had been there for years. So I can’t say that I was completely innocent about what went on there. I’d found the park on a gay web-site that rated cruise site and gave tips about the best time to go and what to look out for. Without a word I sunk to my knees beside him and stared with awe at the first adult cock that I’d ever seen. When I did catch up with him he’d stepped off the trail into the bushes and was taking a piss.
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