Cruising in New York City's Union Square Park
The most memorable and formative sexual experience of my adult life.
Hi, I am the Cruising Crusade and I am here to share my treasure trove that will demystify the art of cruising for gays interested in embarking on an exhilarating journey of adventure, connection, and pleasure.
In my first post, I briefly mentioned my experience in the club but I have to clarify myself; I don’t consider it my first experience cruising but, it’s important to note, it left a long lasting impression and desire for spontaneity. After all, we were young dumb, and full of cum in a gay club so does that really count for cruising when all the odds are stacked in your favor? I don’t believe so.
To me cruising must take place spontaneously in an unlikely place. It can’t be pre-arranged on the internet as that’d be considered having sex in public; which is kinky and thrilling in its own right, but, to me, arranging to me disqualifies it from cruising. The art of cruising is directly tied to the hunt; using Grindr to cruise is akin to getting your lunch delivered.
The art of cruising is directly tied to the hunt; using Grindr to cruise is akin to getting your lunch delivered.
It was a pleasant summer day with clear skies and the sun beaming bright; truthfully, a day I will never forget. In fact, it was Saturday, June 1, 2019 around noon shortly after taking a workout class called “The Best Stretch Ever;” who would have known this workout class was about to foreshadow, arguably, one of the most memorable and formative experiences of my adult life. It was almost 6 years ago and, clearly, I am still thinking about him.
I was sitting on the steps on the south-east side of Union Square Park in NYC blissfully basking in the sun for 15-20 minutes before a man walks by and decides to sit down next to me. He wasn’t too close for me to feel alarmed, yet he wasn’t too far for me to ignore. I drew my knees closer to my chest, leaned forward and wrapped my arms around my legs subconsciously closing myself off.
He was in his early-40s and about 6’ 3” tall, sun-kissed skin moderately hairy yet a full salt-and-pepper beard, thick neck, broad shoulders, massive chest, protruding biceps, wide hips and the lower body of a man who could easily squat 275 lbs; solid build, rugged and alluring. You can tell he had strength.
He was shirtless, his white t-shirt neatly tucked into the waistband of his 5 inch black shorts; breathing deeply and heavily, drenched in sweat. The quintessential leather daddy type.
After a few minutes, he turns his head to the right, seeing me hunched over hugging my knees, and as I turn to take a glance, he leans back stabilizing his upper body with his forearms behind him spreading his feet confidently exuding a sense of casual comfort and openness. He turns his head away and smiles, not directly at me, but he smiles.
Throughout the next few minutes, he’d periodically catch me peeking at him, admiring his demeanor. I was becoming more comfortable around his presence as my body started to subconsciously open up for him. What I thought was a quick glance was long enough for him to sense my interest and notice how turned on I am.
He slides over closer to me and asks me about my day.
Innocently, without a second thought I said, “I just got out of a mobility stretch class.” He smiles and says, “Good work, I could be better about stretching” and proceeds to stand up in front of me.
He stretches his arms above his head as sweat is trailing down from his armpits down to his obliques. I can’t help myself but look at him in awe. I notice his bulge getting bigger and suddenly I am starting to get hard thinking to myself, “is this really happening?”
He settles his hands on his head, fingers interlaced. I lean back the same way he did earlier on the steps with my eyes directly on the same level of his bulge; he’s slowly pulsating, pumping blood into his massive cock and getting hard. I am hypnotized. I can see it throbbing.
He is talking to me but I hear nothing. I snap out of it and say, “Sorry, what did you say?” …
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