Rick's Cruising Diary

Spunky Indian

11 July

Late evening, I headed straight along to the cruising area that I call the 'dead end'. This is a place where some steps lead down from the road onto a short stretch of the canal towpath. I'm always careful down here because there's no real way out at the other end, unless you include the possibility of clambering over the lock, with a ten-foot drop into the water on one side!

Cars park along the quiet street near the steps and there were several tonight. As a rule, I don't look into cars to see if there are guys sitting in them. Rightly or wrongly I think that if someone's too lazy to get out and walk around then they're probably going to be a bit lazy when it comes to sex. Besides which, I like to be able to see a guy full-length before I get involved.

There was a cute-looking guy sitting on one of the low walls that line the road around here. Quite dark features, with ears that stuck out a bit — not to everyone's taste perhaps, but beauty's in the eye of the beholder, isn't it? There was also a Police van and car a hundred yards away in the car-park (the Police have been hassling cruisers lately), though there is no quick and easy way up onto this road from there.

I went down the steps. Sometimes it can be quite bright, with the moon or street lights reflecting down from the clouds, but tonight it was very dark. On one side of the narrow path there are large bushes, with gaps in between where people hang about. On the other side is that ten-foot drop into the canal that I mentioned before. At this point I always think that I must be mad to walk along here in the dark. But I haven't fallen in yet, touch wood.

A man with a white shirt was standing in one of the gaps, barely visible. In the next, there was a couple kissing and groping — one of them appeared to be completely naked. Nice smooth body...

There are about three gaps and then a large open area at the end, near the lock, where lots of action takes place. But there was no one in that bit at this point.

I began to retrace my steps along the treacherous path. By now my eyes were getting used to the dark and I noticed a guy who hadn't been there before. But I couldn't quite make him out, so I stopped. I couldn't see his face, and I like to see that, so I moved closer until I was about 18 inches from him.

'It's so bloody dark down here, I can't see you,' I whispered to him. 'Were you sitting on the wall a couple of minutes ago?'

'No, I was sitting in a car and followed you down,' he replied. 'Why? Is it the guy on the wall that you're after?'

By now I could see that he was a handsome Indian lad, slim and probably about 24 years old, with short black hair. I put my hand on his crotch and told him that he looked pretty good to me.

I began feeling his cock through his cargo pants. It felt quite big. I unzipped my pants and he did the same, his cock flopping out into my hand. It was thick and circumcised. I began wanking him, my hand on the shaft and brushing over the head of his dick now and again. He got hold of my cock and began wanking me too.

I leant forward and brushed his neck with my lips. He had beautiful smooth skin and I kissed all the way up to his ear.

I reached into the side pocket of my pants and took out a sachet of Liquid Silk lube, tore off the corner and squeezed some into my hand. I rubbed it onto the head of his cock and began really working on his now-slippery prick.

After about 30 seconds he groaned 'oh I'm gonna cum...' and I felt his thick spunk spurting over my hand. It kept on spurting too — gallons of the stuff — as I continued to toss him off.

My hand was covered in his spunk. 'You've cum buckets,' I told him with a laugh. 'Thanks...'.

As I walked back up the steps I found that the couple of tissues that I'd brought were just not enough to clean up my hand.