Sometimes, in a pick-up spot known for sexual connections, a random encounter can be incredible. One day, while venturing along a well-traveled raised wooden pathway around a lake, I concluded that the two or three vehicles in the parking lot may or may not lead to a connection among the shrubs and trees that provided the necessary anonymity for sexual indulgence. This public but well-hidden area attracted all sorts of men. Older married men who wanted some side encounter; younger twink types who were seeking a male of any variety; others with huge dicks that wanted to be worshipped; and then the ordinary height-weight proportional guys in their 30s and 40s who were seeking sexual release as a part of their day. I fall into the latter category, a regular fellow who just wanted to connect for fun. I wandered the raised pathway for a while, passing by one or two men who didn’t create tension. I was beginning to feel that there would be no action that day. I even found one of the benches in a remote sitting area and decided to wait and see if an encounter would materialize. The day was warm; the sky was filled with white fluffy clouds, so sitting alone was not an unpleasant experience. However,
