Dearest R.,

Man did I have the most of surreal days yesterday. But then again, it kind of seemed to fit into the groove of the weekend that had already been established. It started with a random encounter in Fort Marcey Park with a hot daddy and his dog. But let me start at the beginning.

Since Mother Nature had scheduled an amazing day on tap for yesterday, I decided  in morning to head out for a nice long hike. Before I left for the hike, I decided to post on Craigslist to see if I might line up some outdoor action along the way of my planned route. So I posted an ad about possibly playing in the woods with the GPS coordinates of where I’d be at a certain time. As I was driving over to the entry point of my hike, I got a couple of the typical CL pings. Guys wanting stats and photos and details as to which woods, etc. I didn’t reply, but instead thought, dudes do I have to draw you a map?

About a half an hour into the hike and approximately 10 minutes from the rendezvous point mentioned in my posting, I received a ping. “Love playing outside. Can you get naked here?”. I responded with “Dunno. Never tried. On trail and running behind. May be about 10 mins. L8R than projected time.” and eagerly anticipated who may be waiting for me at the designated coordinates.

I entered the park moments later and made my way to the indicated meeting point, only to find myself alone.

Rather than give into dejection and disappointment, I decided to sit at a nearby picnic table and rest for a moment or two, read a book that I had brought, and see what might develop. After sitting for several minutes, as I checked my cell due to an alarm, I looked up to see a gentleman standing in front of me in shorts and a Tee Shirt with a West Highland Terrier on a leash.

“Hey!” I said looking up from underneath my sunglasses which were raised from checking the cell. Then dropping them back into place.

“How’s it going?” he inquired. “I’m doing pretty good.” I responded.

“Kind of hot out here don’t cha think?” he inquired. “Ummm. Not sure.” I answered, “My cell tells me it’s about 69 right now.”

“I think it’s a little warmer than that.” he said quickly pulling his Tee Shirt over his head and tucking it into the waist band of his shorts revealing a hairy tanned torso with a slight belly indicating someone currently living the good life.

“So what’s your friend’s name?” I inquired. “Duncan.” his proud poppa replied.

“Duncan. That’s a nice name.” I offered in return, “I think I’m going to head on up to Turkey Run. What’s the best way to get there from here?”

“Let me show you. It’s just up the hill a ways.” the stranger pointed. “Also I want to show a hole up there where Duncan and I often go. I think it may be left over from when this was a functioning fort”

“Sure.” I answered. “The last time I was here, I became curious about exploring the park more to find remnants of the fort. Lead the way.”

My rather mysterious new found friend led me through some brush and about 400 yard south west of where we’d been talking to a spot on top of a huge mound of dirt.

“Here it is.” he proudly proclaimed as he pointed at the hole. “Duncan and I like to pee in it.”

I looked at him rather quizzically. “I have to go right now.” he shot with a glance in the hole. “Think I can hit that mushroom right there?” he asked.

“Go for it” I replied.

He then unzipped the fly of his beige cargo shorts, reached in, rooted around in his boxers and pulled out his manhood replete with signs of being semi. I gave it a quick glance and noticed it has nice big head on it rivaling the mushroom its owner was hoping to urinate upon.

We stood for an awkward moment, him looking at me, me looking at his semi, and dear Duncan barking up a storm. He then looked at me sheepishly and said, “I’m always afraid someone is going to walk up on me. Can you watch?”

“Sure.” I said as I moved a few steps away to watch for interlopers. Duncan continued to bark. “You’re going to give daddy away young man if you keep that up.” I chided him.

“I don’t think I can go.” daddy offered. I shot his crotch another glance, man that’s a sweet mushroom head I thought to myself. I was about to suggest we find a spot that was a little more private or perhaps that he and Duncan  come back to my place when I looked down the hill from where we had come earlier to see someone was coming toward us.

“There’s someone coming.” I warned. Daddy quickly tucked himself away and zipped up. “Which way to Turkey Run?” I inquired.

“Just head down that way.” He pointed. “You’ll see the trail marked with blue sqares.”

“Thanks!” I turned and bolted.

Flash forward several hours later.

After arriving home and still with thoughts of daddys’ big mushroom head in my mind. I decided to put an ad on CL looking to give a guy a nice long prostate massage for a little head in return. I received a response from a guy who sounded promising. After an exchange of several emails, he was at my front door about 30 minutes later. I unlatched the door and let him in.

“Hey.” I greeted him. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going okay.” he replied rather nervously.

“Wow. I think you look ever more serious in person than you do in your photo.” I joked.

“Yeah. That’s me Mr. Serious.” he countered rather uncomfortably.

“Well let’s head back to the bedroom.” I said heading toward the bedroom him close in tow.

We engaged in some small talk while I pulled the sheet and quilt off the bed. Mostly him asking me how many responses I’d gotten with the ad. What kind of guys typically respond to my ads, etc. As I finished undressing the bed, I began to undress myself and pulled my Tee Shirt off.

“You’re going to be naked?” he asked. “Ummm. Yes that was the plan. We kind of need to be naked. It’s going to be rather difficult for me to get to your prostate with clothes on.” I joked.

“Oh. I knew I was going to be naked. But I figured you’d be dressed.” He said getting evermore nervous.

“Ummmm. My understanding was this was going to be a I do you, you do me kind of thing.” “Ohhh. Ummm.” he said with his eyes widening, “I, I, I didn’t know you wanted me to return the favor.”

I sighed, “I guess we could makes this an I do you kind of thing.”

“Oh no man. I don’t want it to be like that. Ummm. I think maybe you should contact one of the other guys who responded to your ad.” he replied.

“No it’s cool. I can do you.” I said. “No, really. I don’t think I can do this. But hey at least I tried.” he replied as he walked out of the bedroom toward the front door.

“Okay.” I sighed as I unlatched the front door and opened it.

He bolted.

As I closed the door and locked it back I thought, what a weird fucking day and decided to watch some old episodes of the X-Files.

Sending you much love!

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