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I hadn't seen him approach and his presence startled me.
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I was mildly aroused by the naked sweating skin, but guys didn't do it for me.Īs I stood to leave, I noticed a man not ten feet from where I was crouched. It was a body building magazine with shots of muscular guys pumping iron. Finally, I spied a magazine with some color photos and bent down to inspect it. I scoured the ground but found mainly used condoms and a few scattered newspapers. I hopped the chain link fence with butterflies in my stomach, anticipating great finds. One day after getting home from school, I changed into Levis and a sweatshirt and darted into the woods towards the rest stop. I was naïve then and had no idea that rest stops, like the one near my house, were used by gay men as a place to meet and hook-up. After a while, the reserve at the dump was depleted and I started spending more time near the rest stop. My searches were always fruitful and most afternoons you could find me jacking my cock to a recently discovered copy of Hustler near the dump. That freedom made me ache for classes to end and the long bus ride to my house to finally deliver me to my playground. Since both my parents worked and all my friends played sports, I was pretty much left to my own devices.or vices.after school. Although disappointing at first, I found it freed up a lot of time to scour the woods and get off. There were two places in the woods that were always fruitful, one was a clearing at one end of the woods that our neighbors used as a dumping grounds and the other was a highway rest stop that served as the boundary of the other side of the woods.ĭuring my freshman year of high school I broke my left wrist playing football. I spent a lot of time playing sports after school, but days I didn't have practice I spent combing those woods for used porn. All my fantasies centered on women, usually shapely women whose pictures I'd culled from my mother's women's magazines or from used porno magazines I'd found in the acres of woods near my house. From the moment I could get stiff, I can remember sneaking around to find places and ways to get off. As a teenager, I was all hard-ons and hormones.