Bears in the Brown Woods

[PapaBear4Cloudyfun]

• What's your favorite place to stumble across free-range random cruising cock??

We've all got that one cruise spot that we favor and always have had exceptional luck at, not unlike a sportsman's favorite fishing hole down behind the big rock, and I'm no exception to this either.
When I started playing around at the cruise spots I had an unfair advantage because of how old I was and how many pervs that loved what I had to offer, but even in the latter part of my life, I can return there and score 5-8 cocks in a couple hours. The where odd spots near the river and the forest connected by a mile and a half of walking trails, which has some pretty strategically placed bushes for seclusion from prying eyes and the local Leo's.
The names of these spots were not the brain child of a mensa member but were direct and to the point, and those names are Valley Ave and The Brown Woods, Valley Ave is aptly named because it's the low land where the stream cuts it way through the ledges of the high ground, which brings us to the Brown Woods and it was named so for the brown blanket of soft wood sprills, needles that completely cover the ground.
Valley Ave has 3 parking areas, and plenty of bushes, concrete platforms, and bridge pylons that act as a makeshift no tell motel, for the willing and the daring, and it was pretty high odds that If it was a man, he was there cruising and the participants could duck I'm and take care of business then once the money shot hits they'd go about their way, or if you greedy like me for cock you'd continue suck up as many cocks as possible with minimal risk of getting caught or turned in, Now follow the path on 1.5 mile jaunt westward and you'll see a Brown sign with white lettering just before you enter the parking lot and trail head which many cruise and participate in car play right there, the trail head is in the middle if the space provided as a parking lot, it's a natural and beautiful 1 mile loop through a canopy of cedar, spruce and pine,there is benches and blind hideaways on each side of the trail. These spots have provided me with miles and miles if man meat, and it's recluse enough to get completely naked, enjoy party favors or have others join in, those areas were where o cut my teeth and they always provided me plentiful bounty of peckers and still do some 35+ years later, with that being said no matter who you are or where you come from, you have your favorite fishing hole, and this is a small story of mine, please feel free to comment below with a short story of yours, include its name and town it's in, thank you taking the time to check this out.

 

[LPSG Simon]

not unlike a sportsman's favorite fishing hole down behind the big rock,

I often think of cruising in terms of this analogy. Especially in terms of the anticipation and the complete and absolute blank slate that the activity presents. Sometimes you 'catch a big one' (and release them back into the wild), some days you get skunked. The feeling dangling possibility is the exact same as fishing.

 

[PapaBear4Cloudyfun]

I often think of cruising in terms of this analogy. Especially in terms of the anticipation and the complete and absolute blank slate that the activity presents. Sometimes you 'catch a big one' (and release them back into the wild), some days you get skunked. The feeling dangling possibility is the exact same as fishing.

Very well said