New York City, Part II: Ramblings

Have you ever dreamed of a place that could offer you a smorgasbord of sexual delights and all alfresco? For me, in 1975 it was the Ramble in New York City's Central Park. The Ramble was designed by Fredrich Law Olmsted as a wilderness park within a park. It is an unpredictable lattice work of intersecting paths, hills, rocky cliffs and a winding stream. On a warm summer evening, the Ramble can be filled with strolling couples, gawking tourists and sex hungry gay men.

While visiting New York with Jeff, Dennis and David, our friend Clark took us all (except David, who was straight) to the park for a little evening cruise. After smoking one of the tightest and smallest pin-joints I had ever seen, we separated, naturally, each seeking his own fantasy hook-ups. I felt like a gay tourist let loose in a huge sexual theme park.

Entering the Ramble, the first man I saw was sitting casually on a park bench. As I glanced towards him, he slowly uncrossed his legs and separated them just enough to reveal that his jeans had no crotch to them and that he was wearing nothing under his jeans. I nearly dropped my teeth in surprise.

Further along, I saw a couple of men moving off from the paved path into a small opening in the thick bushes bordering the path. I followed discreetly not sure where this unexpected opportunity would take me, but curious none-the-less. As I slipped through the opening, I found myself in a large open area, completely surrounded by thick brush and trees. I was not alone. Not only were the two men who I followed there, but at least 5 or 6 other men were standing in a line seemingly waiting their turn to approach a rather hairy, nice-looking, naked man who was being serviced by a fully clothed younger man. After a few minutes, the man being serviced dismissed his current inamorato who noiselessly got up and left. He was immediately replaced by the next man in line who hungrily did the bidding of the buck in the middle.

As I later continued my wanderings in the Ramble, I could see a couple of shirtless men lounging at the top of a small cliff overlooking the paths that ran through the area. One of the boys beckoned me to come up, so I found the slightly hidden side entrance to the cliff and joined them at the top. They were, indeed, shirtless and wearing very revealing speedos to boot. We talked a little about how the cruising was, and they pointed out the advantage of their strategic vantage point. You could see all along the paths and into a number of hidden clearings.

My curiosity was piqued by a rather butch number standing alone on a small hill not far from the cliff. He was wearing what appeared to be a pair of black leather pants and climbing boots. He was naked from the waist up. Leaving the voyeurs on the cliff, I found the opening that led me to the black leather pants. When I got there the man was still alone and looking outward and away from the entrance where I had appeared. He refused to turn towards me or another man that had suddenly appeared behind me. He must have followed me as I looked for the opening. I realized that our leather man was sporting a huge hard-on under those leather pants. Before I could make a move, the man who had followed me into the area charged forward and dropped to his knees in front of Mr. Leather and began to polish the crotch of those pants with his tongue. Needless to say, I was superfluous at this point so continued on my way.

As the evening dusk began to seep into the park, I turned another corner and found myself again looking at a good looking man sitting on a park bench. He was rather swarthy and wore a very tight pair of blue jeans that left nothing to the imagination. Fascinated by such a luxurious display of manhood, I finally pulled my eyes up from his crotch to find him smiling at my obvious lust. He beckoned me over to the bench and after a bit of small talk, led me into a small clearing behind the bushes and the bench. My stallion turned out to be from Spain and very adept in a number of languages including french and greek. It was a glorious day in the Ramble.