Here's a memory from years ago, which also shows what kind of a shit I was.
In Washington, DC was an area in Rock Creek Park known as the Black Forest. I usually hit it before the bars, and it was quite active on weekends.
Well, I was scouting around and ran into my friend's boyfriend, who was quite a bit older, very suburban, daddyish, etc. He either pretended, or really wasn't familiar with the area, so I volunteered to show him around.
Well, it wasn't exactly hard after awhile, upon seeing that neither of us had found anyone to our liking, to suggest, in essence, making due with what was at hand.
We moved toward each other and . . . (at this point I can only project what I would enjoy now) took in each other's 'scent.' That familiar internal pounding of blood provided the backdrop for our mutual exploration of fingers, hands, and tongues. Still buried under pants and underpants, rock-hard dicks were squeezed and finally untethered to swing and bob in the balmy evening air.