Found a cruise spot.

I had a little time off and decided to go exploring with my dog during the day. We walked along the water a little bit and found a great bike path that runs along the spillway. It was wooded and ran for quite a long way. After passing a few people smiling and saying hi, I decided this seemed like a cool place to hang out. I've had small experience with places like this. It has great potential for cruising. While walking the dog was a good excuse for being there, I thought that if I were to walk around back there by myself, other guys with the same idea as me would recognize what I was there for. You know the type I'm looking for. Older guy, goofy hat that belongs on a fishing boat or a golf course, khaki shorts that looked pressed, white knees socks with loafers, polo shirt tucked too tightly into the shorts. The type of guy that can't get any relief from his menapausal wife, and is easily convinced that a blowjob would be just swell, regardless of the gender of the individual giving said service. I can relate somewhat, when sometimes it seems you can't even get enough privacy to jack off once in a while. That's the entire reason to frequent a place like this, privacy, especially among like minded people.
When I returned home, and explained where I went to my wife, she told me in a distateful voice that a small park attached to that trail was famous for d**gs and supposedly hookers. Apparently there was a lot more going on there at night than during the day. Bingo. I used an old trick I learned. I found the place on google maps, zoomed in and switched to satillite map. Clear as day you can see beaten down footpaths leading away from the paved bike path and winding around the woods, dead ending in certain spots that I'm sure have seen some hot action.
The path is a short drive away from home. Too far to walk with the dog, but maybe doable on my own. I would've rather snuck out on foot at night instead of using my car, in case the old lady wakes up and notices anything missing. We didn't sleep in the same room together anyway, but if I wasn't in bed, she would just assume I got up early and went in the garage. I rolled a couple joints, as icebreakers, grabbed paper towels, a bottle of water, and lolled wishing I had kneepads.
The walk wasn't so bad. I got to the opening to the path at 12:30, and wasn't disappointed. There were guys and girls all along the beginning of the path. Some were quietly chatting by the benches, some were casually strolling. You could tell sketchy stuff was happening by the wide eyed way people looked at you if they'd never seen you out here before, or if your eyes are pointed at whatever they're up to for too long.
As I walked, I noticed guys and girls who were obviously strutting. Not really interested in paying for it anyway, but I was looking for someone acting like they weren't looking for sex. When the crowd thinned out, and I could tell nobody would see me, I ducked into a side trail and made my way into the deep bush. I wandered through trying to remember vaguely what it looked like on the map. The trail curved in and out at times, and I actually spotted a dude getting a bj by I think a female on one of the benches on the main path. Good for him. I spied for a minute, enjoying the beginning stirring of my own cock, but as I walked around in the bushes, I noticed there were lookouts on both sides, and they were turning back clueless walkers. This was much more organized than I realized.
As I continued, I spied motion in the trees, and slowly crept up to see some obvious head bobbing in a small clearing. One dude on his knees blowing another dude, who seemed like he was really close. I hiked up the leg of my shorts and pulled my dick partway out so I could stroke and watch. I wasn't ready to barge in, and didn't think they wanted me to. When Standing dude came with a stifled moan, and Kneeler swallowed, I made sure my cock was all the way visible and began to applaud. Stander hurriedly zipped his pants up and said fuck off while skulking away. Kneeler wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and told me that was his dick and fuck off. I laughed and told him hey relax it was hot to watch, does he want another cock? Not really what I was after, but what the hell. He stood up and told me to fuck off again while walking the other way.
This was fun but didn't get me any closer to what I was after, so I cut back to the path past the bjer lookouts, and casually strolled around looking for a good place to spark up a joint. I realized this place seemed pretty lawless anyway, so I found a bench out of the way and lit up. The thing about weed is simple. I get horny when high, and I'm sure there are others that feel the same way. But, if you're actually cruising but trying to be subtle about it, it's a great way to hook up. For one thing, it's illicit, if not i*****l anymore, nature means that those who approach you, either want you to share, or are engaged in illicit behavior themselves, so they realize you're not a threat. If they want to weez on your joint, but aren't looking for sex, a good buzz may change their mind. If they're not interested in weed but are engaged in anything sketchy, getting head might be one of them.
I finished the whole joint without seeing a soul, so I rolled a cigarette and lit it while I enjoyed the onset of my buzz. Right on cue the stereotypical older guy approached me on the path. He said hi and asked oh god is that weed you're smoking, noticing my hand rolled cigarette. I'm sure he could smell weed anyway so I told him no, this is a cigarette. I just finished the weed. He laughed and said he could smell it from far away. I quickley explained I had more if he wished to share and he said he didn't smoke at all. I asked him if he drank and he said no not really. When I asked what else he did he said nothing. So, finally I asked him flat out if he liked to get his dick sucked by another guy in the woods at night. He looked shocked but his eyes lit up. You could tell this was not his first hook up out here. The first thing he said was where? So we walked into the bushes and found a likely spot.
I didn't fuck around asking if I could see his dick, I just dropped to my knees and asked if I could take it out. As soon as he nodded, I unzipped him and gently unraveled it out of his pants. You.could tell it was a big one, even soft. Don't ever make the mistake of thinking old men only have limp shriveled dicks. Alot of them work just fine. His got hard right away and I wasted no time getting his cock in my mouth. He smelled and tasted nice. By the time his dick was completely hard, I was busy trying to stuff as much into my mouth as possible. It was tough getting very far past his head because it was so big around but I did my best. He moaned and breathed quietly while I sucked but kept his arms politely by his side while I took care of him.
When I paused for breath, I unzipped and started playing with my own dick and went back to sucking his. This was really turning me on so I let go of my own dick and put his hands on the back of my head. This drove him crazy and he began to pump his hip and fuck my mouth a little. He slowed and nicely asked me if he was being too rough. I responded by going down an additional inch further down, even though I stifled a gag.
I could feel his cock tensing in my throat and knew it was coming. I started sucking the head harder and he moaned really loud and thrust way too hard. I struggled to swallow while cum gushed out the side of my mouth and splattered from coughing around his bursting dick. I stayed with it as he rode down, but it felt like he just kept squirting for a half minute or so after the initial rush. I came off him to catch my breath, and then gratefully began to lick up and down his cock to clean it off completely. I enthusiastically went back to fully sucking his dick again, in case he had more for me and was willing to go again, but alas, as horny as I was by now, he was done. He politely told me so.
I withdrew and cleaned up my face. We chatted briefly while I cleaned up and lit a smoke. We agreed to meet out here again soon. Even though if we met here again, I'm sure we'd do more of the same, it was kind of like saying see you around, which is fine. I still wanted to get mine, so after we separated I found another side trail into a secluded clearing. No more action around it seemed, so I sat down on a rock, lit my other joint, and jacked off thinking about the scene I just left. I shot cum all over the rocks, my shorts and my hands when I finally got off.
Now that I was somewhat satisfied, I packed up and crept home, knowing I'd be back.
The sex in this story is just wishful thinking, but the cruise spot really exists. I don't know if a lot goes on there because I've only been there twice during the day. If you're in eastern Macomb county check it out. Lmk if you want the location. Maybe we'll meet there.