Showing My Plugged Butt to a Stranger

An Encounter in the Woods

I had taken a drive out to the river where I live, which has a series of boat docks, an amphitheater, picnic areas, covered shelters, and public restrooms. The trail down to the river runs through a thick wooded area, as well, and so there you have it—all this is a perfect recipe for a cruising area for sex. I had been here once before but did not know then that it was a very active cruising area, nor did I really have an interest in it, at the time, either.

But I had run across a few tidbits on the internet about this area as a cruising area, and recent posts were as new as the current month. So what possessed me was a desire to at least watch potential encounters, since I'd never been to a place like this in my life. It's a foreign notion to me to cruise an isolated area and actually engage in sex with a stranger. I can think of a thousand reasons these days why it's not safe, much less healthy due to the rife STDs out there. Let me disabuse you of the notion that I'm that ignorant or timid. I had always done my sex with a stranger encounters in the confines of adult video stores, a long time ago, just before AIDS struck the gay community. That was enough to finally get me out of that habit. 

So, I still went today to get a look. I was plugged, as usual, so this was wearing-a-butt-plug-in-public kind of thing, and it was soon to be "showing my plugged butt to a stranger." I parked and stepped outside my car near one of the restrooms and watched the comings and goings of several cars and muscle trucks, slowly moving around through the various parking lots, back and forth, and finally one particular pickup truck came by for the third time and parked near enough where I was standing that I could see the guy's face clearly in the driver's seat. He was alone, and then he drove slowly farther downriver to the area where you had to walk into the woods to get to the river. I followed. I also parked near him, and this time I got out and walked around, not too close, not too far from his vehicle. He soon got out and we mutually approached each other, exchanging careful greetings until it got down to..."so, what brings you out here?" I thought I would start the specifics and said, "I heard this was a cruising area for sex." And the guy confirmed that it was. We talked more specifically and he told me about several blow jobs he'd had and given in the last few days, and so I admitted that I liked to suck dick as well, but not to get fucked. And then I revealed my real desire at being frank.

"Besides," I said, "I live with a butt plug in my ass" all the time, and it keeps me satisfied on the anal side of my sexuality. He admitted that he had played with butt plugs but had never thought of the idea that one would want to stay plugged. I told him about my living plugged blog and continued to describe the beauty of living plugged. At this point I was not trying to sell him on the idea of living plugged, but later on, if we got to be better acquainted I would talk more about the advantages and joys of living plugged. We walked together into the woods, along a well worn trail and came to a wooden bridge. There we stopped and he described the three-way he'd had right there the day before.

I figured he was moving toward the idea that we also have sex, and I was getting nervous about that. I wasn't looking to actually have sex. "Do you want to see my butt plug?" I asked. I was not shy or nervous about exhibiting myself to a stranger, and I kind of liked the idea of baring my ass out in the woods, spreading my butt cheeks and having the guy lean over and take a look. He did more than that. He actually touched the plug. The donut ring was buried more than halfway into the anus, and I could have shoved it in the rest of the way and my sphincter would have closed around it like a person sinking into quicksand and disappearing. So, after that, I wanted to pull up my pants and not have to deal with the suck-dick part of the conversation. I hesitated, but I took his cock in my hand and massaged it a bit and squeezed it, and it would have been so easy to just lean over and suck it. That would have been a drastic change in the way I've lived my life, having a partner for over two decades, and even though I came close by just being out in a cruising area and allowing a stranger to feel inside my butt cheeks for the plug, I just could not go the rest of the way. He might have considered me a tease and rather abrupt when I told him I was nervous and was going to leave and think about things. Besides I saw that he was sporting a wedding band and if he was straight and married to a woman...well, it speaks volumes of irony on both my part and his.


Bathing with a tunnel plug in the ass…great idea!