Perverted In Scotland

http://www.highland-news.co.uk/news/fullstory.php/aid/4256/Pervs_in_the_wood!.html

The dirty bastasrds spoil it for everyone else. All they had to do was clean up afterwards.But no, fuck aw cunt else i enjoyed my self. You cant blame the public for complaining.

We have such a grotto in a local woods! One car park in particular has become renowned as a meeting point for bi sexual guys looking for a bit of “owd chap” fun betwixt office and home, and so at around 5pm, this otherwise peaceful haven transforms into a veritable carnival of sausage and testosterone .

I’d been aware for some time that the guys seemed to be “drawn” to a particular spot where the long approach track culminates into a small turning area, and just naturally assumed their adopted method of male bonding was enacted within or around their vehicles .

It was whilst parked up in anticipation of the “affair couple’s” arrival [their desire to shag negated all other considerations] that I got talking to a visiting dogger that I’d recognised from the larger forest venues. “Have you seen where they go?” he asked, referring to a trio of cars wending their way down the track. He went on to describe a small “tunnel” cut through the ferns, brambles and overhanging greenery from the trees, and laughingly mentioned a chair!

The general state of the parking bays and picnic table was getting quite disgusting. There was some infrequent couple action, usually via pre-arranged meets with VWE guys recruited from the internet [the couples in question had “regular” nights, and a preference for monumental members ], but mostly it was the aforementioned meeting place for those seeking extramarital man meat. Cigarette packets, drinks containers and sandwich wrappers would all be discarded with scant regard, and as each cock connoisseur tended to use the same bays, often daily, it didn’t take long for the pile of debris to become unsightly in certain areas.[Of course, it was as usual down to a few individuals]

It was as a result, that I visited the spot one morning so as to photograph the mess, not only in that car park, but other favoured spots for sex meets [not just man to man] . Remembering about the dogger’s reference to a “grotto”, I decided to take a look. With a complete covering of greenery from the canopy of trees above, it did look like the inside of a cavern! Placed in the middle was a “director’s” chair, and strewn amongst the branches were condoms, which hung down like stalactites! The ground was carpeted with pine needles, and everywhere you looked there were silver condom wrappers, decaying boxes, tubes of lubricant and porno magazines! I can say however, there were no signs of poo!

It was then that I heard the familiar sound of a car approaching . The realisation that I could be soon on the receiving end of a brutal rectal reaming was in turn sobering, and panic inducing . So absorbed was I by the assorted sexual paraphernalia, I’d completely lost all sense of context, and how I might be perceived by a stag in rut with thunder in his trousers and a distracted twat in his grotto! To say I emerged from those trees like a greyhound out of trap would be an understatement. I swear I disbranched five beech trees on my exit, and the madness etched on my face probably gave me the appearance of Ben Gunn . The loss of dignity and my usual decorum was of little consideration, in view of the fact that were I not to reach my car before the bulging eyed “bear” reached me, then the knowledge that one maintained one’s poise whilst receiving eight inches of blue vein sunk to the nuts up one’s dirt box would be of little comfort .

Personally, I now leave it to journalists to go rooting around in such places! I just see them as “snares” in the best Indiana Jones tradition .

Ha! I'm feeling smug now Didn't know I could "quote" bits from previous threads Anyway, I pulled this picture from the photo mission I mentioned It doesn't show "the grotto" [I left in a hurry], but this is [still] a regularly used spot along a track used by couples with private meets.

dirtydoggers wrote:



just to further illustrate ..i'm not sure how clearly it will show in the photograph..but, those white blobs at the base of, and indeed, in, the tree..are in fact wet wipes..soiled wetwipes...the typical debris strewn without regard as a result of a gangbang...

the location, in this instance isn't in fact one of the popular carparks..but a place where such action does figure..the actual spot, is a parking bay within a scenic and popular carpark much used by the public..fancy that being the first sight to greet you on arrival...nice

Fortunately, East Lothian Council keep our county in a very clean state, the streets are cleaned daily, and the local "beauty spots" are cleaned regularly.