One of my fantasies is that I am running along a wooded urban jogging trail, high and horny. I'm following distantly behind a sexy male jogger wearing extremely tight short shorts. The path turns a corner, and that's when I see the sexy jogger is patiently waiting for me on all fours, shorts off, his hole fully exposed.

Last night, I went into the city to see my fuck buddy Frank.  He has a great apartment setup, and he's always ready to party and play. I got to his place and Frank was wearing a spandex cyclist's singlet, with the ass cut out.  We got spun up, shotgunned a few and started fucking.  It was amazing.  We were both really really high.

Frank's spandex outfit made me tell him about my slutty jogger fantasy. He suggested we drive down to "Regatta Road", a few minutes drive by car.  It's basically a lakeside wild natural area inside the city, and it is notorious for gay cruising.  The area is bushes, very tall grasses and forest- with zillions of twisting narrow footpaths, and little hideaways further into the bush for having sex.  I think most of the guys who cruise here are married to women or otherwise closeted.

So around midnight we drove down to Regatta Road and parked the car.  Then we went into the tangled mazes of the cruise paths.

Frank- whose ass was hanging out of his singlet-- led me on a path through bushes, across a dry stream, back into bushes and into an open area.  He stopped suddenly on the footpath, bent his knees, and presented his wide smooth ass to me, completely lubed up.  I pulled my semi-soft cock out of my pants and forced it into his hole.  I started fucking him slowly, letting my cock harden up, and then we heard footsteps and voices on the path.

I did not stop fucking Frank at any point.  Then two guys appeared, shyly cruised around us, and then continued on their path.  

On a whim, I decided to take almost all my clothes off, so I was completely naked except for my running shoes and baseball hat.   I cannot describe how mindblowing that was.  I felt like a naked superstar sex god. A giant walking cock. Spun as fuck.

Frank suggested we go somewhere else.  I followed his ass into a dark area, across another part of the stream, and then up into a wooded area.  We passed by another couple of men, who murmured approvingly when they saw that I was completely butt-naked, my greasy cock swinging free.  Frank took us on another path to where there was a bit of a clearing.  He stuck his ass out and let me pound him some more.

What a rush to fuck a guy outdoors, high n horny, stark naked, with other guys cruising around.  After a while, we decided to move on.  I followed Frank and it probably seemed to everyone we passed that he was being cruised hard by a totally naked Black top.

Frank took us on another path to the wooded area directly beside the parking lot, where there was a huge slab of old concrete about three feet high nestled among the trees.  There were two guys sitting on the slab. They asked us if we had cigarettes.  Frank gave them a couple of smokes, and then I asked them to make room for us on the slab.  Frank climbed up in-between the two guys on the slab, presented his hole to me doggy style and then we launched into a deep raw fuck. I was pumping Frank's hole literally inches from the guys faces.  

One guy said, "That's a nice ass."  
"Yeah, I been chasing this cock teaser's ass all night long," I exaggerated.

The two guys played with themselves a little, and then left.

Now that we had the slab to ourselves, Frank suggested we go back to his car and get a small portable mattress and pillows that he just happened to have in his trunk.  We brought the mattress back to the slab and it fit perfectly on top. Around the slab was tonnes of strewn litter.  We climbed onto the mattress and I said to Frank, "Let's show these closet cases how real pigs fuck."

After rimming him for a few minutes, my cock got so hard that I was able to stroke all the way in balls deep and then all the way out with a juicy pop. We started fucking like dogs in heat.  Moaning like demons in ecstasy, shotgunning puffs on the devil's dick.  We were using J-lube and lots of water so the mattress became a wet mess.  Random guys silently watched us. It was incredible, an utter pig fantasy.  For three hours on that raised mattress surrounded by garbage, the main thing I cared about was Frank's anal sphincter squeezing the fuck out of my cock.

Frank told me that he knew a Black top who cruises here regularly, and he also walks around totally naked.  Frank said the Black top was super popular, and guys in their cars in the parking lot would line up to offer their asses when he came around.  The Black guy was fucking so many anonymous holes that he was probably cross-pollinating STIs.  I myself could totally relate to the Black top.  If I'm partying, I have to fuck every hole that presents itself to me.  

(All Black power tops should experience cruising naked and high in a public park.  Personally, I felt like a character in a Tom of Finland comic, short on wardrobe but still hunting for bubble ass in the woods.)

We went back to Frank's place and kept partying until the next morning.

So that was my fantasy more or less coming true: being high as a cloud, following a hot guy in slut-wear through the woods, and then bare-backing him hard in the middle of the trail. 

Even better, I found that cruising naked is an INCREDIBLE experience and I got to fuck that hot guy for hours in front of total strangers.  I'm so happy.

I can't wait to go back to Regatta Road next summer.