It’s way better than the apps
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been attracted to older men. There’s just something about a guy in his 40’s and 50’s that gets my juices flowing. Maybe it’s because they know how to take charge with a younger guy like me to show who is boss.
As a 25-year old gay man that lives on the outskirts of Atlanta, I can tell you that finding guys to sleep with has never been a problem. But because I am introverted, I don’t like to talk to people.
Chalk it up to being shy I guess.
Not too long ago, I found out about a wooded area where curious, gay and closeted “straight” men go to get their needs met.
Learning about it happened on accident. While driving back from a relative’s house last fall, I ended up pulling into this park to change a flat tire.
I don’t remember the time but I know it was shortly after dusk.
While I was there, I noticed a bunch of parked cars with guys sitting inside. As I continued to change out the flat, I observed that sporadically, a dude would get out of his car and head into the woods. Moments later, another man would exit his vehicle and follow.
Once I finished the tire change, I decided to see what was up. And oh, boy, I sure am glad I did!
After following a manmade trail deep into the woods, I could see a guy leaning up against a tree. He was attractive; maybe late 50s?
Below him was another guy on his knees, servicing him like crazy right out in the open.
I can’t tell you how much this turned me on – big time!
They never noticed me watching. Well, at least I don’t think they did. It wasn’t like they stopped what they were doing. I ended up watching the entire thing until the guy leaning against the tree nutted. Does it make me a bad person for doing that?
Excited and intrigued, I made a mental note to return to this place in the future.
Given the number of cars siting in the lot with guys inside, I figured I’d stumbled upon some type of woodsy manhole!
A few weeks later, I decided to make the journey to the area. The thought of meeting someone under a large oak tree was so much more appealing than the hookup apps, you know?
It must have been around 8 pm on the night of a full moon when I pulled into the parking lot. Sure enough, there were a grouping of cars waiting in formation with men of various ages inside. Wanting to fit in, I pulled into an empty spot.
I didn’t have to wait long for something to happen.
From the corner of my eye, I could see a 40-something guy get out the pickup truck parked next to me. He was wearing blue jeans, boots and a flannel. What’s more, he had a silver short beard – which certainly caught my attention.
As he passed by my passenger side window, he looked directly at me. If you are gay, you know what intense eye contact is like. That’s what happened here.
I wasn’t sure if he was heading into the woods to meet someone or if he just wanted to see what was going on. Turned on and nervous at the same time, I opened my car door and pursued him.
“I’d stumbled upon some type of woodsy manhole”
The path was dark, illuminated only by shards of moonlight piercing through the treetops. But I was determined to carry through with my mission of experiencing wooded joy. After all, I had made it this far.
At some point, a light started to flicker in the distance. Curious, I decided to investigate. Once I got closer, I could tell it was a smart-phone with a blue-screen.
I continued to move closer.
Once my eyes came into focus, I could see it was the man with the flannel. It looked like he was holding the phone up to signal me.
Softly, I walked towards his direction until we came face to face.
What happened next was amazing. I’ll try to share this with you in a clean way that won’t get edited out by GPB. You’ll have to use your imagination he a little so forgive me if there are gaps.
After the daddy and I started making out, I led him to a nearby tree. There, I mimicked what I had seen a few weeks earlier and started servicing him. Just writing this now is getting me excited because I can smell the bark and wild grass.
In fact, I can even hear the twigs break from the weight of my knees.
Just before Daddy was about to release, he whispered in my ear. “Hang on son – I’m going to top you.”
It was then that he pulled me up from my position and positioned my torso up against the oak. While it was forceful it wasn’t forced. Big difference because I was completely wanting it. In fact, I had always dreamed of an older man taking charge like that.
My jeans slid to my knees as I wrapped my arms around cool bark.
While I can’t give you a blow by blow of what happened because they’ll never let me do that here, I will tell you that he used spit as lube and thumped me out. Just before he was about to release, he asked it was OK to breed me.
I told him yes because I was (and still am) on PREP.
All I can tell you is he was a like a gas pump full of thick diesel fuel. I’ve never had somebody unload fuel like that into me – ever.
When we were done, he patted me on the shoulder in a way that communicated a “that-a boy” message. I’ve never forgotten that.
Then, just like that – he made his way down the trail until he faded off in the darkness.
What I just shared with you is one story of many that I’ve had outdoors. If I could visit this place every night I would but it’s not realistic.
Instead, I try to stop by once a month. Don’t you think it’s way better than spending hours on end with Grindr, Scruff and the other apps?
The best part for me is that I get what I want without having to make a bunch of small talk. There’s so many hot daddies out there, too!
You can judge me if you’d like but at least I’m keeping it real.
Thanks for reading. 🙂
PS: Super easy to find these places. Just do a Google search