I take three to five-mile hikes about twice weekly. I have five nearby nature trails I rotate through (in addition to a few more urban walks). The park I went to recently—at the town's reservoir—has been on the Internet for years as a male pickup spot, although the police seemed to have stopped that a few years ago. Or so I thought. Plus, the pickup spots (the restrooms and an old barn) aren't near where I walk.

I was coming down a wooded trail slanting down to a bridge over a stream in a fairly isolated part of the park, when I noticed a young man down near the bridge, just sort of milling around. I don't often meet other people on this trail, and those I do meet seem to be on the move, just as I am. He was looking up the side of the ridge at me while I was descending to the stream and bridge. He looked college age—some sort of pleasant, just okay looking guy with dark features, curly black hair, about 5' 10'—my height, with eyeglasses. My mind said local university, helped, I'm sure because he was wearing a university-logo T-shirt (but, then, so was I).

When I was about down to the bridge, he smiled and said it was a nice day for a hike, and asked if that was what I was out here for. I agreed that was why I was here (it seemed fairly obvious; this was a hiking trail and I wasn't tuned into other possibilities). As I got up to him, he pointed to my T-shirt and asked if I'd gone to the football game Saturday night. I said no, but I'd listened to it on the radio. We exchanged a few pleasantries about the game—our university had won in the last second by one point when the opponents failed to convert a touchdown extra point. He seemed to want to chat, but I was hiking, so I moved on.

About ten minutes later, I encountered him again where trails intersected. I'd taken the long route; he'd taken the short. He had stripped off his T and was sitting on a fallen tree. Big smile, pretty good musculature. He asked again whether I was only there to hike. I was starting to get the message and answered that, yes, that was all I'd come to do and what else would there to be to do on a hiking trail in the woods? Well, there's sex, he answered, and gave me "that look" up and down. Then he said he'd be moving off "there" in the woods, and if I was interested, I could follow him.

Now, I don't get all that much now (but some: *grin*) and have been thinking a lot about sex recently. So, I thought, what the hell. And I followed him into the woods. He went straight for a secluded spot, well away from the trails and near the shore of the town's reservoir. He obviously had picked the spot out already. There was a big fallen tree there where you had to perch up just a little to sit. He laid his shirt on top of this and then turned to me as I approached, and I just went into his arms. He stripped my shirt off and laid it on the fallen tree with his and then we did some kissing, chest rubbing, and hand exploring. He pushed my shorts and briefs down and off and I did the same for him, and then