When my aging mother broke her hip, I moved back in with her for the interim and to prepare for her departure. Living out here in Maybrook is the pits, there is no nightlife, mostly diners, and the city’s dead by 10 pm. After talking to every gay person in this city, someone finally slipped me a juicy bit of information. “If you take the Pine Creek bike path, there’s a disused jogging trail that leads to an old picnic site in the woods. It floods in the spring so no one goes there anymore… but if you want to have a hook up, that’s where it is.”
I told my mom I took up jogging again and went on the hunt for it. Took me four days to find the jogging path, barely visible in all the overgrowth. At the end of the trail was paradise - two guys were already being bent over the tables, one of whom was being fucked by an incredibly large man. I could see two men kissing passionately off behind an old grill pit; I could hear some men even if I couldn’t see them, getting their cocks sucked behind trees,The air was heavy with the scent of testosterone and my cock responded immediately. It needed release.