There's a public boat launch with a parking lot across the Mississippi River from St. Paul that's also a popular cruising spot because of its relative seclusion and nearby trails.Almost any time of day can be a good time for an quick anonymous connection to trade oral favors, give a handjob, or find a partner who will bend over and offer his well-lubed ass.
I often stop by the boat launch area, every couple of weeks or so, My stops are almost always during the daytime, but a few summers ago I had the rare opportunity to visit one evening at dusk. The boat launch is a short drive off Lilydale Road, and once you reach the parking lot, the usual practice is to drive slowly down to the boat launch itself, and return to the parking lot for a slow circle or two. There's always at least one car parked near the far end, by the woods and trailheads, and often a few cars.
The particular evening I'm writing about, there were several cars at the far end of the lot, and as I slowly drove by I could see drivers in a couple of them. No one was visible in other vehicles, and I guessed their owners were in the woods.
At the end of the lot was a parked car, and the owner stood beside it smoking a cigarette. I nodded and smiled as I inched by him, then slowly swung my car around and eased into a spot nearby. I turned off my engine, released my seat belt, sat back for a moment, then opened my car door and leisurely got out.
Making sure that he had noticed me, I stretched my back, then discretely rubbed my crotch--the entire set of behaviors to make it obvious I was there for adventure. Our cars were parked less than 20 feet apart, and it was easy to see that he was watching with interest.
"Nice evening," I said as I slowly sauntered his way.
"Feels good after a warm day to relax in the cool of the evening," he replied.
This is the proscribed way to begin an encounter, with conversation. We chatted for several minutes about the rain last week, baseball and the Twins' prospects, and a few other general subjects. We watched as two men discretely stepped from a trail by the edge of the woods about a hundred feet away. Each man went to one of the empty cars I had seen as I circled the lot a few minutes earlier. They got in and drove away. By then, most of the other cars had left as well.
"I'm usually not here this time of evening," I said, guiding our conversation to the matter at hand. "I usually am only able to come during the day."
"It's been a little quiet tonight--there are usually a few more cars this time of night," he replied. "I was about to head home myself just before you came."
I guessed my companion was about 60, a few years younger than I. He was clean-shaven, about my height and weight, and (like me) carried a few extra pounds.
We were standing by his car, two guys conversing with one another. The driver-side door of his car was open, toward the woods, and any driver passing by on a circle of the parking lot could see only our heads and shoulders. His car shielded us from full view.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, finally getting to the point.
"A blowjob," I replied.
"I can do that," he said. "You give head too?"
Of course I do--but I like to keep my options open until I'm confident the situation is right.
