The events related here took place in the late 1970's. I was living in the East Village section of Manhattan, having moved from my parents' house to be closer to school and farther from them. I had very little spending money, but it was always possible to find ways to entertain one's self that were cheap or free. One of my favorites was to take the subway to Flushing Meadow Park. Those of you unfamiliar with New York might recognize the park as the place where the 1964-5 NY World's Fair took place. There were still a few buildings and statues left standing. Shea Stadium stood across Roosevelt Avenue from the park and plans were in the works for a tennis stadium later named in honor of Arthur Ashe.
The designers of the park put in many paths so that fair-goers would have an easy way to walk from exhibit to exhibit. Since the fair closed, a number of these side paths were forgotten and New York City's later budget problems put them at the bottom of the maintenance list, allowing them to become overgrown with vegetation and hiding them from view of the main pathways.
I spent lots of time exploring Flushing Meadow Park and eventually I rediscovered a few of the abandoned paths. Some were near other, larger paths and, if it weren't for the bushes, one could easily see who might be walking by only a few feet away. There was one such path on the west side of the park. It ran parallel to a wider path, the two walkways separated by about 10 feet. There was a tall and thick growth of bushes that blocked anyone on the main path from seeing what was happening on the side path. I often used that side path as a place to take a piss when nature called. The park had almost no public toilets and one had to make due with the resources that were available. I'd whip out my dick and spray the nearby bushes.
At this time I had become very much interested in sex magazines. Of course there was Playboy, but newer and bolder publications with names such as Penthouse, High Society and Hustler were growing in popularity. I'd buy a mag and take it to my apartment to jerk off to pictures of sluts with big tits and high-mileage cunts. I would think about how lucky the guys in porn movies and peep show loops were who got to fuck those bitches and have their cocks sucked by them.
One day I had a brilliant idea to combine my knowledge of the secret pathways in Flushing Meadow Park with jerking off to sex magazines. I stopped at the local newsstand and bought a new issue of one of the stroke books and then headed off to the Astor Place subway station. In about 50 minutes, after changing trains, I got off the #7 at Willets Point Station and walked across the bridge spanning the IRT yards and Long Island Railroad station into the park. It took about half an hour to reach the forgotten path on the west side. Before making my way onto the path, I looked around to make sure no one else was too close. Then I crossed over from the main path onto the sideway.
In a minute I reached a place where I could take out my cock and play with it with little chance of discovery. I opened the magazine to a pictorial of one of my favorite porn actresses. At the time there was no real sex allowed in these magazines, but this whore's poses were volcanic and made my testosterone levels reach dangerous levels! I jerked my dick as I studied the pictures and soon left globs of my seed decorating the nearby vegetation. After calming down, I tucked my cock into my pants and headed home, feeling very satisfied with the experience.
