Gay park cruising

This is an extended version of an antique post which seemed to go down well. Bit more detail in this version.

Those of you who follow me on Twitter understand I love to walk over Hampstead Heath. It’s such a beautiful place, an oasis of green in the middle of a massive city. But as well as its wholesome side – the dog-walkers, joggers and families having fun – the Heath also has a more seedy reputation.

Tucked away behind Jack Straws Castle – once a pub, now luxury apartments – is the same-sex attracted cruising area. I’ve only ever been once, many years ago when I was in my mid-twenties. I went on impulse with a guy I knew from a bar in Camden Town. 

The guy was the chef at the bar, which I frequented regularly. I was available at the hour and living in a bedsit some twenty-minute walk away. The bar and its assortment of eccentric staff and punters offered more of a depict than my dingy room with its leaking shower.

I’d heard about The Heath, and I was curious. As he drove me there, my companion for the trip suggested that we gain each other warned up once we arrived. He was talking about executing oral sex on each other to get us both in the mood. I wasn’t at