I got back in my car, started it, and moved to another spot that was sort of blocked from obvious view. Next time he looked up, I have a half nod to acknowledge him, and watched as he neatly folded his paper, and started walking towards the bathrooms.
I wasn't sure at first if he was there for the same thing I was, but then he started subtly groping his crotch, letting me know what he was after. The guy had sat down at a table near his car, and was smoking and reading the newspaper, every so often casting a look in my direction. I pulled in to the closest to the other car, killed the engine, and got out. Now that the park was empty, I had my choice of spots. My dick got hard just thinking about the possibilities. Hot guy, well dressed, looked like he had just left his office or something. I turned into the park and, lo and behold, there was somebody there.
I didn't really want to go home, and I figured I had at least another hour before I got booted from the park by the homophobic cops. Halfway home, I decided to turn around and head back to the park. I figured I could go home and jack off to porn. I turned over the engine, and pulled out, heading for home. Three hours later, I had yet to get one cock in my mouth, and I had to leave. As pissed as I was about this, it did give me a chance to catch up on my reading. There seemed to be an quite a few picnic-goers, which translated into little dick for me. I eased my car into the last parking spot in the picnic area.