And he thought these guys were just nature lovers…
I’d just graduated from high school and turned 18 about a month before. Summer was here and I’d gotten a job working for the city park commission doing general landscape maintenance work at a small wooded park located at the edge of town. The job was temporary, created for the summer, and didn’t pay very well. I didn’t mind, I was outside and on my own all day long. This was in 1975. I was 6′2″ tall, weighed about 150#, had long blonde straight hair, blue eyes, and typically wore only a pair of short, cut off blue jeans and my work boots for most of the day.
I was supposed to wear a shirt, but the park was unsupervised and isolated. I was tan and free, and, up to that point in my life, unquestionably straight. I was still a virgin, which was irksome in those days of supposed free love, but I had had many hot petting sessions on dates - some leaving my jeans in a rather sticky condition. I was pretty naive when it can to the gay lifestyle. In fact I didn’t know anything about gays or being gay. As far as I was concerned, I’d never known a gay person in my entire short life.