Ryan's Life (Part 5)

RYAN EXHIBITIONIST'S LIFE

PART V: Exhibitionism in the open: Cruising for attention

At 33, I found myself traveling back-and-forth between the East Coast where I was living, and California where my younger brother, Tyler, was locked-up in prison.

Trust me, it came as a shock for me as well!

Tyler was not the type of person you think would end-up in prison.

We came from a middle-class family but we both turned out to be doctors, - I was a surgeon while he became a therapist -, and my brother was more of the nerdy awkward type rather than the bad boy.

It was almost comical to think that he might break the law, not even mentioning being actually sentenced.

Yet, he had been caught embezzling money for a drug dealer. And this was all very real.

It was surprising when I learned the news, and then, I understood that he had gotten involved with one of his patients and things had railed out.

Tyler had one known weakness: hot guys.

He certainly thought that I was judging him harder than I did.

This was dumb, of course, to jeopardize his entire career and life for a tattooed criminal, but who does not make mistake?

I was in a good position to know that sometimes your dick’s will is stronger than your brain’s reason…

Besides, it had happened a couple years back. The charges were only coming up while Tyler had met someone else.

He had even gotten engaged to a (boring) Irish realtor named Griffin. They were both living in San Francisco.

Anyway, I dropped everything and I tried to help my brother out but I was pretty powerless.

The truth is, we were delusional, or maybe it was pure denial. I genuinely thought that there was no chance for Tyler to be sentenced to serve some time in prison. This sort of things happened to others, not to my own family.

Sure, he would never get back his license to practice medicine after being caught fucking with, - or, if I know Tyler right, rather, getting fucked by -, a patient and committing various felonies with him, but prison… Come on!

He had no criminal record, he was no longer seeing the guy in question, he was about to get married and he had his life together.

Those things should have been taken into consideration.

But the judge was not in an understanding mood and the lawyer I had found was not very good at his job.

Tyler was locked-up in California State Prison for about a year.

During the trial period and for the first couple months of his sentence, I was very stressed.

Not only I was worried sick for Tyler, a gay dude in prison never sounds like a safe experience, but he was locked-up on the other side the country which was not making it easy in terms of organization.

I had to go visit him at the parlour regularly though, I could not let him there alone.

I was feeling enormously guilty.

As the big brother, I thought I was supposed to be there when he had gotten himself in trouble in the first place, but at the time, we were not very close.

He did not call me when his drug dealer boyfriend started to act out on him and he tried to fix the mess on his own.

Our distance had all to do with the stupid catfish thing I retold in the first part of this story.

It did seem silly now. What a time we had wasted…

On top of it all, I learned that Mallory was pregnant of our third child shortly after Tyler was incarcerated. At the very least, we were not expecting twins this time around, but still, a third child at home!

Between becoming an attending surgeon at the hospital, dealing with my brother in prison, being there for Mallory and the kids… For the first time in years, I was too busy to even think about getting some (naughty) fun on the side.

Do not worry though, this will not be a boring entry…

You know what happens when you ignore your libido for too long? It comes back urging, stronger than ever before!

Is not sex a formidable way to release the pressure? And I was under a lot of it at the time.

Unfortunately, after months of putting my desires aside and taking care of others, right when I was back in the mood, Mallory was entering the stage of her pregnancy where she did not want to have sex… or to do anything intimate.

We had gotten back to a great place before (hence, the pregnancy!) but now, we were sleeping in the same bed and that was pretty much it for our intimacy.

As you can imagine, it did not take long before I went back to my old habits.

It seems like each time I was “relapsing”, just like a drug addict, I was falling further in.

My personal drug? Exhibitionism.

I stayed at Griffin’s place in San Francisco for a few days to be closer to Tyler.

That was before this bastard decided to leave my brother all the while he was in prison, but I suppose this is another tale.

The visit at my brother’s future ex-fiancé’s apartment did have a silver lining.

In what looked like a gay porn stash hidden in the guest bedroom, I found a pamphlet describing the best cruising places in San Francisco.

Only in S.F., you would get a list of the top 10 cruising places in a very qualitative brochure mailed at your apartment.

Well, I only assumed this was how it had gotten there.

It looked so much as a real estate flyer, maybe it had been made by Griffin himself.

In any case, it piqued my interest and I immediately looked up number one on the list which was mentioning a precise spot in the Golden Gate’s Park.

I had tried nude beaches, massage places, and saunas before. I had even found myself a cock-sucker in a hotel in Philadelphia, but I had never tried a cruising place per se.

Although I had heard of them and did not mind that they existed, I did not imagine myself as someone who would go there… There was a very raunch taste to it.

I guess that people change.

The more I was diving into my family life (3 kids, soon! Who would have thought?!), the more I needed these escapes from home.

I remembered what Eric had told me years ago in the sauna and I was finally getting it.

I went the very next day.

Griffin and I did not spend much time together anyway, he was always at work and I could tell he was already avoiding me. We found out later that he had met someone at his agency.

It all worked out for my brother in the end but I remain bitter against Griffin. He could have had least waited for Tyler to finish serving his sentence.

I suppose my brother dodged a bullet in the end.

As we say, everything happens for a reason.

But I digress, I took a cab to the park, it was a rather sunny day (especially for San Fransico) in June and I brought a picnic with me.

I tried to convince myself that I would not necessarily go to the cruising spot but I could spend a nice afternoon surrounded by nature, away from the kids, away from the patients, away from my problems.

Who was I kidding though?

I did not sit down for more than five minutes before getting back up and walking towards the notorious spot.

To tell you the truth, I was hard under my denim shorts even before reaching the place… My dick was precumming against the jeans’ fabric; I was not wearing any underwear.

I rarely ever was.

I hated to feel my junks restricted in boxer briefs, and a clear VPL (visible penis line) was always a good way to get people’s attention, which you know I loved.

The best part was that no one could blame me for being indecent. Anyone who would have said anything about my prominent bulge would have shown themself as a pervert looking at my crotch.

I will admit though, sometimes, in the subway, I was going a bit too far with spreading my legs while only wearing tight white compression shorts.

In such instance, especially if I was sweating a bit, my dick would be fully smashed against the fabric and often hard, just at the thought that people were looking at it.

It looked quite obscene.

My look was simpler that day. I was wearing a pair of grey sneakers and grey socks, some denim shorts that I had bought during my last trip to Los Angeles, and a white loose tank top underneath an old sweat-shirt from my college days.

Yes, it was sunny, but it was still San Francisco! I needed to be prepared for cold weather.

I was not too sure what was the social etiquette was for cruising.

Was I supposed to get naked? To pull my cock out? To wait for someone to ask? And how do you ask someone to blow your cock in the middle of the woods? What if you get everything wrong and hit on a random walker?

I checked on my phone and it confirmed that I was at the right place but there seemed to be nobody else on the trail.

I started to think that cruising may not have been the best outlet to fulfil my exhibitionist tendencies.

I wanted to be seen, not to be hiding behind a rock or to look for an opened-mouth discreetly…

I wandered around in the woods for a good ten minutes and only caught two older guys (probably in their late fifties or early sixties) fucking behind a bush, wearing leather jackets and pants.

It looked like a BDSM scene.

In fact, they might have been shooting a porn since one of them was holding a camera.

They seemed to be having a great time, the beefier of the two guys was taking the dick of the other dude in his ass, but that was not my thing.

Not like this anyway.

I was about to turn back, - I was already on an app to find gay saunas close to me, once again, I was in San Francisco, so I should have found this rather quickly -, when I heard some whispers on the other direction, further down the path.

Some guys were moaning too.

The sounds were muffled but there seemed to be more than a couple of people. I walked towards the noise and definitely, it was a whole group, chuckling, chatting, grunting… probably fucking.

My cock throbbed in my shorts when I heard balls fapping against some ass.

The sounds were coming from way off the trail and I was going down a more difficult and ambushed path.

The increasing number of used condoms, briefs, jockstraps and even sex toys that I was finding along the way confirmed that I was walking in the right direction.

It was like a pervert version of the Hop on my Thumb’s tale except that the cum stains had replaced the breadcrumbs.

I had to bypass a huge rock before finally seeing them… The cruisers. The perverts. The exhibs. My kind.

When I arrived, the main attraction was three guys bareback fucking in a middle of a circle.

A bear, - I knew my gay lingo by then -, was getting spit roasted by two strong black dudes. The three of them were stark naked.

It felt surreal to stumble on such a scene. Even though hard to access, the spot was in a damn national park and they were fucking, right there!

Surrounding them, about twenty guys, their dicks in their hands, were stroking themselves to the show.

Some of them were giving each other blowjobs. A few guys turned around to check me out as I got closer to the action.

I had shivers all throughout my body. Finally, I was getting back the sensation of taking part into something forbidden and risky.

Why did this sort of things always make me so horny?

The black guy who was fucking the other dude in the ass nutted. It was like a signal for another dude to take his spot. The banging continued. They were a few laughter and some applause as well.

Somebody grabbed my ass at the same time.

I had not realized that someone else had just arrived as well, he must have been walking behind me all this time.

I jumped when he touched me.

“Easy there…” He whispered in my ear.

“No… No touching my ass.” I blurted out.

I must have sounded very much uncomfortable because the guy told me:

“First time here? You seem new.”

“Yeah…”

“Married?”

He touched my ring finger.

“Yes. My wife has no idea about this.”

“Oh…” He muttered.

I knew that the fact I was married, far from disheartening the voyeurs would, get them even more excited.

The ring around my finger had often gotten submissive boys in the mood, probably the fantasy of the “daddy”, the straight married man, coming to life.

The guy who had grabbed my bum was about my age.

He looked like a business man: trimmed beard, luxury watch and fancy suit, white shirt.

The outfit was inappropriate for the place but there was clearly no dress code for cruising and I imagined that the business-chic look must have been a hit with some of the dudes jerking off around us.

Before he walked towards the jerk-off circle, I grabbed his ass in return. He had a small bubble butt, nicely displayed in his classy pants.

“But I’m not new at this.” I heard me say, firmly.

I was not sure where this was coming from but the dude seemed to appreciate my tone.

While I felt his ass for a few more seconds, I could tell that he was wearing a jockstrap underneath his pants suit.

Those would get dirty in the mud but he did not mind it, a few minutes later, he was on his knees sucking a big Latino guy.

The dude was hungry!

I had seen some rough stuff at the gay saunas I was visiting, but this rendezvous point was taking the cake of the craziest shit I had witnessed.

Maybe it was because we were in the middle of the nature, maybe it was because there was no room to isolate yourself into if things were becoming a bit too much, or maybe it was because indeed, this place only welcomed the most outrageous dudes of the gayest city on Earth (it was not the top cruising place for nothing), but there was a clear vibe of debauchery and freedom in the air.

For once, I placed myself as an observer. At the very least, in the beginning.

I needed to understand my surroundings, to make sure that nobody was filming, - thankfully, it seemed that “no recording” was an unspoken rule of the place -, I had to ensure that I was safe and feeling comfortable with what was going on next to me.

My cock definitely was enjoying this.

I took my sweatshirt off first to display my arms and it got me a few looks.

A twink with flashy green hair (really…?) and beautiful puffy lips (this, I liked!) who had come straight away from his university with his backpack, laptop and everything, was sucking two cocks simultaneously while staring at me.

I throbbed in my jeans shorts and I knew that it showed, the thick fabric was moving and tenting. It was fun getting that boy’s attention while he was already busy with two other guys.

When he smiled at me, I instantly understood that I was about to ram his throat next.

But to my satisfaction, he was no longer the only one looking at me. I was like the new rooster in the poultry house.

I felt sexy as hell.

I mean, why lie?

I was 33, good looking, and fit as fuck. My arms were bigger than ever before, my large pecs were visible on the side of my tank top, my left nipple was hanging out of the top and the right one was poking through, my shorts were small and quite filled, my thighs were looking amazing…

In short: any of these dudes would have been privileged to worship me!

I waited a little more before revealing the main course though. I was too much enjoying the anticipation and the lust in the eyes of my voyeurs.

I was casually rubbing my hands against my crotch to make them understand the time was coming.

I wanted to grab their full attention when I would eventually unbutton my shorts.

In the meantime, there was more banging and more deepthroating to observe.

Some guys were having a golden shower three feet away from me, it was the first time I was witnessing one in real life.

You can twist it all you want, but when it comes to sex, dudes are much more open-minded than women.

I love a good wet pussy more than anything in this world, well, maybe female’s feet are a close second, but gay men know how to have some intense rough sex.

There was no holding back there.

Men could be hairy, fat, stinky… Most of them, well, most of us, were in fact smelly. The sweat, the testosterone, the unwashed underwear when we were wearing some. Those were deadly combo to create some musky male scent.

I loved my own smell. I always had.

I thought this was part of my narcissistic / exhibitionist side but I have come to believe that every man enjoys his own scent.

Those dudes were clearly enjoying smelling each other anyway. Armpits seemed to be a top favourite.

I spent a couple more minutes watching the “business guy” (now his expansive suit filled with dirt) rimming another dude who was bending over against a tree.

He was sniffing his ass more than he was eating it.

At this point, I thought it was time to pull my cock out. It was necessary even, my boner ached trapped in my jeans’ shorts.

Besides, there were enough eyes looking at me. Roughly 25 guys if I was still sound enough to do my math.

Somehow, I had found myself in the centre of the circle.

I had become the new main attraction.

Multiple guys showed their interest to help me out from my shorts, but I signalled them that I would take care of it myself.

I had a plan.

Not that I did not want them to be at my feet and swallow my leaking cock but for some reason, I wanted to be in control of the show I would give them.

There, in the middle of those horny, grunting, animalistic men, I wanted be in charge, make them drool all over me.

See, I had looked at many, many cocks since I had arrived at the cruising spot, about half an hour before, but none of these dicks, even the black guys, had a bigger tool than my own. This was turning me on A LOT.

Nearly eight inches of fat meaty genitals to offer! The best full-meal of the area.

In a usual silence, - only the birds were still singing above our heads -, I unbuttoned my shorts, slowly releasing the monster between my legs.

I turned around, was playful, I winked at my audience. I felt like a proper stripper which was not against my liking.

“Fuck, that’s a nice massive schlong.” The business guy told once my dick was fully out.

Other gasps and moans occurred.

I was happy with my reveal.

I stroked myself slowly and the circle closed itself around me. They were very close now. Every guy had stopped whatever they were doing before to watch me.

“Hmmmm…”

This time, I was the one moaning and grunting.

I just loved being watched and worshipped that much.

I remembered the days where I was in the sauna, feeling like a Sultan in his harem, the sensation was a bit similar here.

Although, maybe they were seeing me more like an Alien than a Sultan. I was the new guy in the block, with a weird way of doing things.

“Come on, married man, stroke it good!” Someone howled.

I smiled at him.

I was confident now, feeling like I belonged.

I looked at each one of them, some were standing up, some were kneeling in the dirt, others were on all fours… They were pretty much all fondling with their dicks. A couple of them had butt plugs in their ass. They all looked at me.

I pointed at the green-haired twink.

“You! Why don’t you come here and take care of this dripping sausage of mine?”

It was like I had told him it was Christmas before Christmas. The eager student immediately let go of his own cock and crawled towards me. Excited bitch.

“Yes, Sir.”

There were some chuckles around us.

A couple of new guys arrived at the spot. They joined the circle. What a weird ritual that was.

The boy kneeling down before me was hesitant to lock his lips around my cock. I get it, I had not shown much desire for anyone touching me before. But I was only waiting for my time, and the time has come.

I grabbed his ridiculous green hair and I shoved my pole inside his throat. In one go.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrlllll…”

I had seen him stretch his mouth to take two fairly large cocks simultaneously so I knew that he could take it.

The tears forming at the corner of his eyes from the hard pounding that I gave him did not hide the fact that he was loving every second of this.

To be fair, I was thoroughly enjoying myself as well.

“Yeah… Yeah, man… Let me fuck your stupid face… Aaaah…”

“Yeaaaf… Grrrllll… More… Ffffyes…”

As expected, the young man was dedicated as much as he was talented, and doing this in front of an invested audience made the experience even cooler. My cock was hard as a freaking rock and the poor boy was gagging so much, he almost threw up in the dirt.

Many guys watching seemed envious. Lucky for them, I was feeling generous.

“Anybody else wants a piece of that big meal?” I asked the crowd.

“Fuck yes!”

“Hubby is feeling naughty, right?!”

“Come on, let us have a taste.”

Like in a movie, half of the guys started walking or crawling towards me for a chance to have a taste of my dripping dick. It started raining, things were getting downright dirty. In more ways than one.

Green-haired bitch took a little break as I had much more throats to fill.

It was like a reverse bukkake. One delicious cock for dozens of mouths battling it up.

From this point on and until I released my warm thick loads of cum, I had never less than three cocks servicing my junks at the same time. Often four or five were fighting their way on my foreskin.

Damn, those wet mouths, those sloppy tongues, they were making the slimiest mess on my shaft.

One pair of lips against my balls, two slurping on my dick simultaneously. The fucking dream!

The business man was shocked to see the timid guy he had made jump earlier turn into such a dominant beast.

I made sure to pound his face even more roughly than the others. Saliva was dripping all over his white shirt, making it translucent by the end of it.

“Thank you…” He mumbled; his tongue pressed against my piss-slit.

He came while he was blowing me.

Many did.

This only made me hornier. They were loving this. I mean, of course, they were!

“Come on, guys, fight for my massive cock! Show me how much you want that hot dog! How much you crave my spunk.”

I was turning them into animals. Successfully, I must say. The dirt was becoming mud and the men were becoming bitches.

They did not know me, it was my first time there, but I had become their leader.

Of course, I am not crazy. This was all play-pretend and only for a short moment in time, but it did not make it any less glorious.

Trust me, it was difficult to control myself and not nutting but I did my very best.

I wanted for every one of them to have been able to swallow my entire cock – or at least, attempt to do so, some were more skill full than others -, before I would shower them with my nutritious milk.

I thought about Eric.

We were still texting from time to time. I would have to tell him about this place and how I had showered these guys in a brand-new way.

It was something to have guys kneeling down at your feet until you unload on their faces in a sauna, it was another to have them fighting to lick and swallow every single inch of your cock that they could reach, right in the open, under the rain.

“I… I’m gonna nut… Open your mouths, bitches!”

At this point, about fifteen guys were glued next to each other, trying to reach my cock.

They obliged immediately.

“It’s coming… aaaaah… Now!”

I knew this was about to be a strong orgasm, I hoped that I would have enough fuel for fifteen throats. I did. I showered them all during a full-minute ejaculation.

My loads on their foreheads, cheeks, lips or on their tongues looked beautiful.

One of the best experiences of my life… and probably the first time in months that I was not thinking about real-life problems.

See, I told you, sex is a great way to release tension!