This is the most beautiful sight in the world.
Followed by the clink clink of a belt being unfastened, the most beautiful sound in all the world.
I’ll go to a cruising ground. Some guys pretend they’re just out for a walk with their dog, others jog through in running gear but have a roaming eye, others just loiter. It can be time consuming and frustrating.
But then every now and again there’ll be a glorious moment of purity, of simplicity, where a guy will clock me, see “cocksucker” written all over me, and grab the already swollen flesh in his jeans to signify that he’s “feeding” and walk to the nearest bush. I’ve learnt at those moments that all coyness on my part vanishes and I go straight him, like a magnet. I’ll follow behind and see that his hands aren’t at his sides; they’re unbuckling the belt and I hear the clink clink as he walks towards a suitable spot. I’ll arrive a second later and it’s out, he’s bringing it further to life for me with a few strokes. There’s no fumbling, no discussion. I get to my knees. I do not check whether the ground is wet or muddy. I check my knees afterwards.