Possibly seeing a white guy squatting in front of him. I'm not sure how much at 70 mph, but if stuck on the ramp, could definitely see a man in a white shirt from the back. As we took no true cover there, people on the freeway and off ramp, in theory could see. It was beautiful: dark, like him, thick and veiny. He took over, unzipped and pulled it out. It was a risk about not asking if he was a cop, but I reached for his crotch and felt his hardening dick. He stood next to me and the tree I was against. This time, he wasn't on the other side of the wall. When he got to his car, he looked back, shut his car door without ever getting into it and started the trek back. Should he turn back, he'd see me in sucking position. No luck.īut me, being me, followed him with my eyes and squatted down. I did the same, only more obvious, with my eyes purposefully coming to rest on his crotch.Īfter a long minute, he started walked back to his car. It was hard to tell in mirrored sunglasses. He was on one side of the wall, I on the other. Good body - tight white t-shirt on, baggy blue jeans, though not hanging off him, and mirrored sunglasses.īetween where I was standing and the court was a stone wall about thigh high - at least on a 6'2" guy it is. About halfway through, a guy got out of his car and walked towards the tennis courts, where I was.Īs he approached, he looked so promising. So this time, I wasn't there for anything other than kicking back on a beautiful day with what would turn out to be a fair cigar at best.
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After about 10 minutes, he pulled back, zipped up and walked away. Yet my skill and enthusiasm wasn't enough. The cock was ripe, but that did not detract me. He went back into that abandoned tennis court and before I could get in there, his formidable cock was already out. A guy came to my car and asked me to follow him. The week before, I was there just to cruise. IF I could get laid in the meantime, so be it. Actually, what I wanted was a place to smoke a cigar without any interruption of anyone bothering me about it. It got to the point I didn't make a point of going. Actually, I've returned several times, almost all without any type of success.