I wait amongst the tumble of driftwood near the base of the cliffs, knowing that come noon she will appear. I do not hide: I am not a stalker. But I d... not go to great lengths to ensure that I can be seen from the two long sets of stairs, a hundred yards away to the left or right of me.And then I see her. She has somehow reached the shore before I catch sight of her. Already the blouse I have seen her shed each day is on the sand, held in place by some heavy object I can not see.I watch her for. I looked at my wife, remembering all the great sex we had in the past, and knew that I wasn’t gay. But I also couldn’t deny how arousing it was watching my neighbor, and the attraction I had to his cock and balls, as well as his perineum and ass. Facing Bryan the Next DayI went out to my shed after breakfast on Sunday, hoping that Bryan would see me and come over, because I felt funny about calling him, after watching him that way. Bryan must have been eager to talk it over too because he came. Or what would have happened had he only realized that if he had just taken charge, I would have let him.SF --- Buena Vista ParkI celebrated my independence after turning 18 by traveling on my own to San Francisco. A little lost, I wandered into Buena Vista Park thinking it was Golden Gate Park. I noticed spray painted lambdas on the entrance pillars but had no idea they marked this a gay cruising area.Wandering around the trails, a guy came up to me and started chatting. His English wasn’t that. Suddenly her daughter came with a towel and was seeing me soaping my hard cock and murmuring something in tamil. She giggled on seeing me and i cleared my face to see it was and i saw her daughter. She was smiling and i was standing naked with one hand in my cock and other hand near my neck. I closed the door immediately and she told that she had kept the towel in the bed from outside and went out. I was thinking about the incident and went out after my bath. I made sure that no one was out and.