"NOTICE," the sign beside the trail read. "Nude swimming or sunbathing may be occurring beyond this point. Consult attendant for details of statutes regarding nudity."
I grinned at the sign. As usual, I'd parked at the east end of the parking lot, far away from the entrance booth, and stripped at the car before starting down the trail. All I was wearing were hiking boots and an army surplus web belt supporting a canteen and a pouch holding my car keys and other necessities.
Hippie Hollow, the only "official" clothing-optional public park in Texas, is a narrow strip of land on the north shore of Lake Travis, 12 miles west of Austin in the Texas Hill Country. Most of the area is a steep hillside which drops abruptly to the rocky shoreline. The rugged tree-covered terrain makes the park seem much larger than its actual size.
Heterosexual nudists occupy the two west coves, where the rocks slope down into the water. The shoreline to the east is more rugged. Queen's Point, east of the third cove, has 20-foot limestone cliffs. This is the gay area. The heavily wooded hillside above Queen's Point is the best outdoor gay cruising area in Texas.
I paused in a clearing near the bottom of the hill. Lake Travis was barely visible through the trees below me. I scanned the area with eyes and ears, alert as any hunter for signs of my prey. Nothing. I prepared to move down to the water. The shoreline wasn't a good place for sex, but it was often possible to spot someone heading up into the bushes to cruise.
I took one last look and froze. There'd been a flash of bare flesh through the trees to the west. I started in that direction.
The terrain forced me to move downhill about 20 yards as I transversed the slope. Trees hid my destination. When I finally sighted my target, it was about 30 feet up the hill from my position. A big blond man was kneeling in a small clearing with his back to me. His knees were slightly spread and his buttocks were flexing rhythmically. There was a figure with slightly curly shoulder-length black hair on hands and knees in front of "Blondie," gasping in time with his thrusts.
"Cool," I thought. "He's fucking his hippie boyfriend's ass."
I moved forward to get a better view. If I was lucky, they might let me join in. Blondie was gripping his raven-haired friend's waist for support and I could see his balls swinging as he rhythmically jammed his cock into his partner.
When I moved to go around a tree, I received a sudden shock. From this new angle, I could see "Raven's" breasts hanging down. They were too large and fleshy to belong to a man. I took a few more steps forward. Raven's face was still hidden behind her hair, but her body was obviously female. It was only her presence in the middle of a notorious gay cruising area that had deceived me into thinking she was male.
I stopped beside Blondie, about three feet away from the fucking couple. He was a big body builder with handsome rough-hewn Scandinavian features. His hair was cut like the early Beatles. I guessed he was in his late twenties, about five years younger than me. He'd obviously heard me approaching because he looked up at me and grinned.
Raven was rocking vigorously back and forth, matching the tempo of the blonde giant's pumping buns. My heart was pounding as I watched Blondie's long thick dick sliding in and out of her pussy. The sight didn't make my cock any stiffer. I was already rock hard.
I moved a few steps up the trail so I could see Raven's face. She was as pretty as Blondie was handsome, with rounded Italian features and skin several shades darker than his pale flesh. Her body was slim and muscular with beautifully sculpted medium-size breasts. She was several years younger than him. Her eyes were closed and she was so lost in the sensations of being fucked that she hadn't heard me approach.
Raven put her face and chest down on the quilt beneath them while lifting her ass slightly higher into the air. She moaned with pleasure as Blondie continued to plow her. He pulled out and stuck his tongue into her pussy. I admired his stiff dick, which was even bigger than it had looked while stuffed inside her. My hand moved slowly down to caress my own swollen shaft. I was so stimulated that I was afraid I'd spurt as soon as I touched myself. After a few slow light strokes, my feeling of impending orgasm receded even while my excitement continued to increase.
Raven's eyes had remained closed while he was eating her out, but she opened them when Blondie plugged his big pecker back in. Her beautiful liquid brown eyes widened with surprise when she saw me standing stiff-dicked a few feet away. She smiled as her gaze moved over my body. I smiled back.
She seemed to like the view. Although not as handsome as Blondie, I wasn't bad looking. I was 6'2" and weighed 180 pounds, just like I had in college. My eyes were blue and my short sun-bleached brown hair contained enough white to make me look almost blonde. Thanks to daily jogging, my body was lean and athletic. If size matters, my erect penis was 6" long and 1 1/2" thick.
Raven stared at me for several long moments, then closed her eyes to concentrate on the blond giant filling her from behind. She got back up on her hands and knees so she could rock back on his cock more aggressively. Occasionally, she'd open her eyes to watch me slowly stroking myself as I stared at her undulating breasts and Blondie's sliding prick.
After a while, he stopped fucking her and lay down on his back with his head toward me. His cock was still stiff. It got even stiffer when Raven wrapped her mouth around it. She sucked him for several minutes, watching me all the while. Finally, she climbed on top of him and spiked herself again. She was now facing me from about six feet away. She was smiling and obviously excited by having an audience, but I didn't sense any invitation for me to join in the action.
There was a sound from the trail above me. I turned and saw a naked man standing there masturbating. He was staring at our little tableau, but I sensed he was mainly interested in me. He was a few inches shorter than me with straight short black hair and vaguely oriental features. Although he looked healthy, he was incredibly skinny. He was probably five years older than me.
