Some Cruising Mini-Adventures in Central Park's The Rambles

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I don't know how I discovered this particular area in Manhattan's Central Park but I knew right away that something seriously sexual happens in the said location. Admittedly, I've had several encounters there but I haven't been in the area as often as I used to cruise most actively back in Intramuros, Manila in the Philippines. I think it's the age factor and the idea that it's not really new to me as it used to be when I was back in the Philippines. And I would proudly tell about this discovery to another good friend who's now also based in New York City (NYC) and has since then introduced the location to some of his choiced friends.

Actually, I'm also proud that my loads of experience in cruising back in the Philippines would help me make it with other men who are on the look out for other men mainly for sex in public spaces here in NYC. I've seen similar scenes in Los Angeles a few days after I arrived from the Philippines; a new found friend brought me to a park, which has a space turned into something like an elevated man-made lake surrounded with trees and designed to collect water for use during long dry summer months. I saw some really serious scenes there among men who would openly do everything they have in mind under the very bright glare of the sun. Some of them were, needless to say, really goodlooking and interesting. I could only watch in silence, loaded with envy and would get so physically hungry.

At the Rambles, I've had a few experiences, and I could even remember all of them. I've not been that back as often as I wanted to; Central Park's mainly designed for activities other than cruising. And I assume some would think I'm committing something sacrilegious by thinking and using Central Park for more earthly, passion-driven basic activities. But the park, on the overall, is basically designed as well to meet and have fun with people, even for a few, furtive, secretive moments, which I've learned would happen openly even with the efforts of the cops and other concerned citizens to control such activities. It can't be denied that there's a market for such activities to happen in Central Park, although I know nothing commercial of the sexual variety happens there.

I recall making it with a black guy whose father was a black German in Nazi Germany and who married another black woman from the US. Before our meeting, I never had an idea that there were Black Germans as I recall blond headed people from movies I saw about Nazi Germany. This black guy and myself would end up being together after kissing each other and in finishing our scene together in front of the Bethesda Fountain that very late evening.  I even saw a wild raccoon stepping out for some time and standing beside us as we were working on our steamy poses. And I knew I was scared as any time the guards would be showing up. Not surprisingly, he's among the most endowed fellows I've met so far, which size I don't particularly remember because I focused much on the passion I felt from him while we were kissing for so long, such that we decided we had to finish the act by making sure both of us would come.

And I would still recall with some fondness over making it with a very blond medium height, goodlooking guy with a bit of a tummy and who works as an airline purser. It was summer and he was in his shorts, white undershirt and flip flops as he explained he walked all the way from his Upper West Side apartment to the Rambles. He happened to work with someone I knew and he would even share me some gossip about this guy, who happens to be another interesting blond fellow who's a Mormon and was happy about his life here in NYC. It was embarrassing learning about those things from him as we proceeded to do what we wanted from each other. I was happy making it out with him. I was wondering why he seemed not to be sweating at all, as if he's got no sweat glands, which observation is something that can not be said about me as I'm a huge sweat-er as a person as long as I could remember. I was sure I would be sweating profusely if I was in his position, especially with those actions we were doing to each other.

And I would recall making it the first time I ever did cruising at the Rambles with someone of big build, 70's-style mustachioed on his doe-eyed brown face, who's a Latino blue-collar-worker-type guy who spoke Spanish to me, as soon as he set his eyes on me. As I would soon discover, he was really fun to be with during that particular afternoon encounter while I could hear some water droplets dripping continuously somewhere. As I was working on him, I looked up at him to see his facial reactions. I was surprised to see he's been knitting something with both his hands. Upon being asked, he explained that he was making a sweater for the coming winter months. I could only smile to myself as I walked away after thanking him for that particularly unique encounter.