People with kids in tow picked up the pace and got away quickly. We were seen several times by people walking the shoreline, all ignored our nudity and returned a friendly wave. Rick and I would meet up on our days off mid-week to sun ourselves, cool off in the river, and drink a few beers. All good things come to an end eventually and the washroom was torn down forcing its patrons into the bushes for action. The urinals were used for mutual masturbation. Guys lined up waiting to use one of the freed up cubicles, either to get blown via the impersonal gloryhole cubicle or an in-person fling in the other cubicle. A public bathroom once existed where a glory hole was carved and recarved every time city workers covered it up. Lunch hour and after work it was popular with businessmen looking for quickies.
It was a large park, densely treed for privacy. The park was a well known gay cruising spot most times of day and night. About five-years ago my friend, Rick, and I were sunning ourselves nude by the river semi-private in a small clearing in the bushes just off a pedestrian ‘bicycle and walking’ path that led to and from the city center to our zoo. I wouldn’t believe this story either if someone else told me it.
