I'm glad so many of you are enjoying these stories. Living it was fun, and re-living it through telling the stories is great, too. Thanks.
I would love to tell you that the rest of my time in North Carolina was as hot, fun and exciting as the encounters I described in Chapter 7. Unfortunately, that's not really the way it played out. There were certainly more opportunities to suck and be sucked, but compared to what I was accustomed to, they were all plain vanilla.
Over the next couple of years, I found a few more places, all bookstores with arcades. Two were in Greensboro, but further away than the one by the mall. One was in Winston-Salem, but from where I lived, worked and hung out, it was a quite a distance. Eventually, there was one in High Point. It was right on Main Street in a town of only about 65,000 people at the time. Parking was close to the street. Not the most discrete location in a smaller town.
All of them had pretty much the same booth arrangements, except the one in High Point, and it was a mixture of prefab and constructed. Still, no glory holes and no theaters anywhere.
So, the next six years were not a very remarkable time in my sex life. Hooking up in these places was not at all guaranteed and many visits ended with a jack off session, alone.
Fast forward to the mid-1990's and I moved again. This time to Knoxville, TN. On the surface, if I thought North Carolina was a sexual wasteland, Knoxville appeared to be even worse.
There was one "adult" store in town, and it was just a store that sold videos and toys. No arcade or theater. I heard stories of sex taking place in the parking lot behind the store, but after hanging out for a couple of hours, three or four times and seeing nothing, I gave up.
Just when it looked like all was lost, I was saved by a new invention that was making its way out into mainstream society. The Internet!
Yes, it was a dialup modem and, despite being very computer literate when it came to the ones we used at work, I had no idea how I was supposed to look anything up.
My first web browser was Netscape, which didn't take long to get the hang of. I think I speak for most of us back then about how naïve we were in the way we thought we had to communicate with a computer. I recall typing "pornographic material" into a search. Now, I type "bareback cumshots".
I don't recall specific websites but somehow, I learned about a couple of parks that were popular with men looking for sex with other men. One was called Sharp's Ridge and the other was I.C. King. A quick check of Google Maps reveals that both are still there after all this time. By now I doubt either are active, but back then they were both decent.
I learned about Sharp's Ridge first. As the name suggests, it is situated high on a ridge that runs east-west. From up there looking to the south, there is a great view of Knoxville. The road up to the park is very steep. Not that you would want to be sucking dick outside in the winter, but I doubt you could get up there in snowy or icy conditions. It was a one-way in, same way out kind of deal.
The north side of the road was all woods, with lots of little turnouts and places to park. Keep in mind that until now, my cruising had been in theaters and arcades. I had to learn how things worked in situations like this.
I soon figured out that the best thing to do was to park in one of the turnouts and see what would "cum" along. I preferred to choose ones I could back my car into, so I had a view of traffic from either direction.
I also learned something about myself and how much I liked, (depended on?) porn for stimulation. The first time I parked and after sitting there a while decided to pull out my cock. While I had no problem getting a boner, mentally I just wasn't as into it as in a theater or arcade.
Nothing happened that first time, so I printed several stories that I found on the Internet. Like most men, I'm very visual, but I'm also one of those people who gets immersed in whatever I'm reading. Applied to porn stories and my problem was solved. Sitting in my car stroking a raging boner while reading about some dude getting gangbanged by a bunch of bikers, and I was good to go.
The first contact I made on Sharp's Ridge was a guy who drove by at least three times in each direction. Eventually he parked somewhere farther along the road, out of sight to where I was sitting, and he came walking by. We made eye contact and he came up beside the passenger side of my car. (I later learned that this was considered the "safe" way to approach someone in a vehicle).
As he walked up, I was a little unsure what I should do. My cock was out, hard as could be, and a little precum was oozing from the slit, caused by the story I was reading. By the time we made eye contact I figured he would notice me scrambling to put my cock back in my pants, so I just sat there.
He leaned in the passenger window and said hello. I returned his greeting and he came right out and told me I had a nice cock. I thanked him and continued stroking very slowly as we chatted.
I told him that I was new in town and didn't really know what to expect in the park. He shared some stuff that helped me get acclimated as things went on.
After a few minutes he walked around the back of the car and came up to the window on the driver's side. He said something about how he really shouldn't do this, but he reached in and took my cock in his hand. After a couple of strokes, he asked me if I ever fucked guys with my cock.
I told him that either side of anal sex was something I had yet to explore, but that I was very into oral, giving and receiving. He said he would love to suck me off, but it was also obvious that he was a little disappointed I wasn't a power top or something.
Just when I thought I was at least going to get a blow job he said that it wasn't safe enough in the park for him. He also shared that he had a "partner" who would be none too happy if he knew my new friend was out sucking other dicks.
