When Cruising Doesn’t Go To Plan This story is about how I ..

When Cruising Doesn’t Go To Plan This story is about how I ended up mistaking a straight guy for someone looking for sex. I lived near Mereweather Beach in Newcastle on the NSW north coast. Down the road from me was a concrete pathway that stretched 1.2km along the coast. It was such a beautiful walk. I used to finish work at the radio station around 10pm and then I was wide awake so to wind down I would walk back and forth along the path at Bar and Merewether beach. At the end of the path used to be a spot men would sneak off to to cruise (aka getting dick). So I would always cross paths with horny guys who were out looking for fun. There was usually only gay guys walking around this late and the occasional regular human. So to see if a guy was cruising you’d walk past and do the look back. If they also turned to look back at you you knew they were there for fun. I did this walk pretty much every night and would get fun three out the five nights. It’s was so good. After a while of doing this I was getting more and more confident in my approach. I could tell which guys were cruising and read their body language. Usually both of us would be too nervous to initiate anything and you spend 30-45 minutes just waiting for the other person to get their cock out or go into the bathroom so you could follow. I ended up hooking up with enough guys to stop being nervous and start taking affirmative action. I would walk past, turn to see if they looked back and when they did I’d grab my cock and we would either go down to the beach or head into the nearest bathroom. There were heaps of change rooms along this stretch of pathway so you were never far from a place to play. One night I saw a guy walking into one of the change rooms. I was about 150m away so didn’t really notice who he was. I got excited and quickly walked over to see if he was looking. As I got closer I noticed three others wander in. I got to the change rooms to hear one guy finishing inside of him and leave then the other guys begin to fuck. There was a queue to unload in this guy. He was a surfer looking guy late 20’s tanned and toned. Thin blonde hair totally naked just bent over in a shower stall as men fucked him. Newcastle was wild for fun. I had some of the dirtiest sluttiest hookups here. On this one particular night I had walked up and down the beach and was a bit tired so decided to head home. As I was walking past a few bench seats I noticed a guy just sitting there. He was right outside the change room and I knew what he was looking for. I stopped and stood in front of him. We were both facing the ocean and I was leaning up against a railing just staring into almost complete darkness. I was waiting for him to get up and walk into the change rooms. 10 minutes go by and nothing. So I decided to walk in and he doesn’t follow. I get in there and wait for another 10 minutes and nothing. Maybe he isn’t keen? I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I walk out and notice he has moved to a picnic table closer to then entrance of the change rooms. I take this as a sign he might be keen but he is nervous. I was so fucking horny and I was so keen. He was a guy who looked like a builder. Fit in a Tradie outfit and he was drinking a beer. He was very good looking. I walk back to the railing and stand there glancing at him every so often to see if he has moved or had gone into the change rooms. I was looking back at the ocean for what felt like ages. I was so horny I was going to make this happen. He gets up and comes over to me. BINGO! I think to myself. He starts talking about nothing and we are making really small talk. After about I minute I tell him I need to use the bathroom and then walk into the bathrooms expecting him to follow. He doesn’t. FUCK! I wait at the door and watch him and he isn’t coming. So I walk out and sit at the picnic table and see if he will do anything else. After this I’ll just go home. I’m sitting there on my phone looking for him on Grindr or Squirt maybe. He isn’t there. Maybe I can see if someone else is around and I can swing by on my walk home. As I’m on my phone he walks over to the table asks if he can sit and we start chatting about life. It gets pretty personal and after about 10 more minutes I’m convinced he is giving signals that he wants to play but is super shy. I decided to flat out ask him “wanna go into the bathrooms?” He looks at me puzzled and says why! OH SHIT! He really is clueless. I panic and think about lying to say I sell drugs. I thought if I told him the truth he would beat me up. I think about it and decided to just tell him why. I talk about cruising and what happens in this area at night and apologise for misinterpreting the signals. He tells me he though I was depressed and looking to end it all by walking into the ocean which is why he was waiting and watching me. I then go to leave and as I stand up he starts asking all these questions. Am I gay? What have I done before? He was really curious. We spoke for about 45 minutes and it was nice to be able to share this with someone who was straight (as he told me) but clearly had a very curious side. I tell him it’s 1am and I’m wreaked so I’m heading home. As I stand up he says he wants to go back to his motel which was just across the road. As I get up to leave he stumbles over his words and I can tell he wants to ask something. Immediately I know where this is going. He has had a few beers he is feeling confident and horny and he has always been curious. Now is his time to act. I make it easier by asking how his motel rooms looks “is it a cheap one?” He then says “want to come back and see it” HOLY FUCK I think to myself. I’m going to be this guys first gay experience. As we walk back he informs me he has always been curious to suck a cock and I let him know he is welcome to suck mine. It’s so on! We walk in awkward silence back to his room and he refuses to turn any lights on. We get undressed and I’m dying at this point. I’m 24 about to hookup with a straight guy. I had never done this before. My heart was racing and my cock was soaked in precum. As soon as his lips touched my cock I let out a huge moan. It felt pretty bad and he had no idea what he was doing but I was just so turned on by the situation. His blow job skills weren’t good which was to be expected however he stood up and we kissed gently and then we were both naked making out while laying in the darkness in his motel bed. His body was pretty hairy. He had this really Aussie accent and it was so hot. After exploring his body with my tongue and getting him all worked up I decided to just gently tease his cock. He has an average cut cock. It had a delicious curve to it too. He was so excited and so rock hard. It’s always clear to me when a guy is having a new experience because he won’t last long before he is shooting his load. My plan was to give him the best blow job of his life. As I licked the head of his cock he started to do the leg shake. He grabbed my head while groaning and i hadn’t even got to the base of his cock with my mouth before he was spraying cum. The sheer volume this guy produced was insane. He kept twitching and I kept feeling ropes hit the roof of my mouth. He just didn’t stop. His moaning was almost going to make me cum. He held my head still and then immediately lifted it off kissed me and asked if his cum tasted good. He then panicked as some straight guys do asking me to keep this secret. I didn’t even know his name. He told me he had one more night here and if I was keen for another round. Obviously I was. Sadly he never messaged and I never saw him again. I was so fucking happy with myself that night. I’m back in newcastle for a week in April. Hoping for a repeat one night. 😜