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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.

Jackson—December, 2022 Kyle, the transman I met at the bookstore, gave me his number the day we met. We compared notes enough to learn that he really liked showing off at a sex venue. Work sometimes allowed him to get away for some play, but he wouldn’t know ahead of time. I am not a great ‘drop everything for sex’ guy, but I agreed he should text me whenever he was headed this way for some more of my cock. On the last Friday of the month, I got a text from him. I had just time to change clothes and get in the car to meet him at noon. He must be running late. There are only a few men in the place. I check the gay room and the trans room with the medical table—he’s not there. All the booths and curtained cubicles are standing empty. Two men are sitting in the straight porn corner. One of them is a tall regular who loves to get fully naked. He keeps offering the other man watching the porn some head, and is continually refused. I leave them to it and go sit in the gay room. I stroke to the better than average (for here) porn. A good-looking man with thick grey hair comes in. We nod to each other as he sits in the chair and not next to me on the couch. He pulls out a nice seven incher, as hard as I am. Do I wait for Kyle? I wonder. Naw. I am pretty sure he would be on that dick if the roles were reversed. In the time it takes me think this, the man has gotten up and knelt in front of me. His mouth covers my cock. Damn, he’s good. And I tell him so. I lean back and enjoy his mouth. Kyle shows up in the doorway. He grins and nods and goes on down the hall to the medical table. I wait for a moment before I thank the guy and go into the trans porn room. Kyle is stripped down, but keeps an unbutton flannel shirt on, with the coolness of the room. He is ready and goes to his knees when he sees me. “Let me suck that cock you got all wet for me.” He takes me deep into his throat. I let him do the work for a bit, then grab the back of his head and fuck his face. His scruffy beard feels terrific on my balls. I pull out, leaving him panting. “Missed that. I need you to fuck me hard.” I nod and indicate the table. I pull out the stirrups to get his legs comfortable. I kneel and spend a few moments on his T-cock, dipping down occasionally, and licking back up to the extended nub. I am so ready to fuck. I stand and enter him. Kyle pants and tells me to plow him hard. I begin thrusting, building rapidly. The table groans and bounces a little on the concrete floor. The grating sound acts like some sort of alarm bell—there is sex happening. And guys come to watch. The first in is the naked guy. He grunts his approval as he comes to the side of the table. His hard cock is gobbled down by Kyle. Two more men, the man at the straight porn and my sucker watch from the doorway, one groping and one stroking. Naked guy can’t take his eyes off my cock fucking Kyle. He’s had it twice himself but it must be very different to see it in action than feel it. “I’m gonna shoot. You want it?” Kyle gulps out a yes, but Naked Guy pulls out of his mouth and strokes himself off, covering Kyle’s face, beard and three stray shots nearer me. He stands there panting, watching Kyle lick up his cum, at least all his tongue can reach. My hand swabs up the spunk near me. I pull out of Kyle and announce “I’m gonna fuck your jizz into him.” I cover my cock with the load on my fingers and push back into Kyle’s very wet front hole. Kyle’s eyes get big. He groans out a “Yes…” and Naked Guy shakes one more drop out of his cock on Kyle’s arm before taking off. My sucker comes closer to watch the fuck. I invite him to use either hole, but he is very content just to stand and watch. A new man comes in, pushing past the spectator still in the doorway. He’s my age and height, with a handsome face. He’s mostly bald, the rest of his grey hair is cropped close to the scalp. He stands on the side Naked Guy has vacated. “Daddy, let me suck your cock,” Kyle pleads. The guy unzips. He is above average—long and thin. He let’s Kyle have his way with his dick, as he watches me pound into Kyle. I look up at him and smile. He nods, watching me fuck away. “Do you want a turn?” He looks indecisive. And then nods. I pull out and make way for him. Kyle locks eyes with him as he pushes in. I stroke for a minute, before giving Kyle my cock to clean. “Fuck this is hot,” the new guy grunts. “Load me,” Kyle murmurs around my dick. I pull out so he can say it again. Louder. This turns on the fucker even more. “I want to,” he says as his hips smack into Kyle, “but I’m not there yet.” Then to me: “Let me watch you some more.” He pulls out and we switch. His wet cock goes in Kyle’s mouth. I sink into an even wetter hole. I fuck. The table rocks. We switch again. This time, when the guy is ready for a change, I clean his cock. I savor the juices. I go back in. Kyle reaches down and rubs. In moments he is bucking on the table with the force of his orgasm. I go to my knees to help clean up some of the squirt. The guy’s cock is drooling as he strokes to all this. Kyle looks at his watch. His time away from work is running out. We have a quick hug, the three of us. Kyle leaves. “That was hot,” says the other top. “And to think I was a true Gold Star Gay until minutes ago—but this was the perfect way to lose that…” He unbuttons his shirt. He has a great defined and hairy chest. He drops his trousers, too. “I want that cock of yours in my ass.” He takes Kyle’s place on the table. I kneel and rim him. His ass is just as hairy as the first one in my mouth today. “Lots of lube, please.” I grease up as I eat, stand and fuck him. Slow and deep. Deep and hard. Rocking the table. We get a new batch of watchers. One of them leans over sucks the guy as I fuck. We pause. The guy gets up and bends over to suck the man who was sucking him. I take the opportunity to fuck him bent over. My strokes make him take the suck he’s sucking even deeper. Finally, we break. He tells me he wants my load in a little bit. We both wander. I never see him again. I am blue balled—but that’s fine. Tomorrow is NYE and I have a day of sex planned… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) Febraury 9, 2023