Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:05:25 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Naked History Pt 3

About 12 years ago, I moved from one of the suburban towns into the
larger, neighboring city to live with my partner.  By then, he knew
that I got off on naked stuff, but remarked that he didn't approve of
anything that would get me arrested.  The extent of us doing it
together was me riding naked on road trips on the less active
interstate highways while he drove.  I craved the riskier scenes, so I
kept on doing them alone.

Having driven back and forth to my old place and to his place for over
a year before moving, I'd found some potential stripping and jacking
off places.  Near to where I moved to, there were many pockets of
lower income, run-down apartments.  Most all of the tenants in these
were Mexican/Latin American immigrants.  This was a decade ago, and
cell phones weren't so widely used.  I didn't worry about any of them
reporting me, but with almost everyone having a cell nowadays, I won't
do the same things I did then.  Back then, I still had the idea that
those guys would be less likely to call the cops and would not want to
bring attention to themselves due to their legal status.   If I chose
parks where they hung out, then they were often drinking and smoking
weed and would not want to call the cops.

These new places would be my favorite exposing grounds for a long time
to come, but for now I am going to tell about my park cruising.

Just before moving, as you read in the last chapter of my experiences,
I had jacked in front of some young Latinos after tossing off my
underwear.   That experience set the bar higher as far as risks and
new experiences.

After moving, I started to explore more cruise parks.  Not far from a
river that's at the edge of our city, is a belt of lush greenery that
is full of marshy areas, creeks, etc.  It's basically part of the
flood plain for that fork of the river.  Many parts of it have been
made into nature trails and parks.  The parks are quite rustic.  Those
that do not have the perfect jogging trails, playgrounds, etc are not
frequented by families.  The bike trails are not paved.  They are
deeply wooded.  So, those have become popular cruising areas.

These were cruised by gays and closeted men, but were also the hang
outs for Mexican dudes who liked to hang out and drink or party away
from their wives or homes.  They'd do nothing but smoke weed or drink
and laugh and talk.  You'd always hear Tejano music playing from
someone's vehicle.  They never seemed to care about the guys that
would park and cruise opposite them in parking lots.  Quite often, I
got the pleasure of them standing behind a tree that didn't really
shield them, pulling out their cock, and taking a good long beer piss.
 That got me even hornier.  Some of them only turned their back to
their buds and pissed.  They were kind of exhibitionists themselves.

The park with the nature trails has a small graveled parking area that
holds about twenty cars.  It's on a road that has light traffic, two
small lanes.  Beyond the parking is a large clearing that's about the
size of two home lots.  In the middle is a covered area where a single
picnic table once stood, but now it's just a concrete block covered by
a tin roof.   All around the clearing there are several different
openings in the brush that are the start points of trails.  The trails
are just dirt and are not paved.

When I first started going to this one, I'd wear only shorts, tennis
shoes, and an old t-shirt.  My first experiences there included
walking around, getting naked, and jacking off with no one around.
Sometimes, I'd just get naked in my car and get the attention of one
of the parked cruiser dudes.   They'd get out of their car and come
stand next to mine and act like they were just talking through the
window.  If anyone passed on the road, that's all they'd see.  But in
the car, I'd be totally naked, feet on the dash, beating my meat.  I'd
always get the same comments like "you do this a lot?" or "what's the
riskiest place you've done this".  Sometimes, if the traffic was light
and it was near or after dark, I'd get out of car and sit naked on the
hood jacking.  Doing that would make me cum instantly.  It was such a
rush.

After several visits, I became riskier and would walk naked in the
daytime on the trails hiding my clothes in a particular place.  The
dudes in there cruising would have a shocked look on their face.  I'd
just nod and say hello.  Just like in childhood, wearing only tennis
shoes and nothing else in a public or outdoor area turn me on
hardcore.

Some would try to get me to let them suck me off, but I always
declined.  I wasn't in there to get head or a fuck, just to expose
myself.  I'd see all types from young college guys (rare) to obviously
married (many hot ones) and closeted older men.  There were lots
fifty-something guys there, they were the regulars that I'd see more
than once.

At home, I'd found an old pair of jogging shorts that my partner could
no longer fit into.  They were grey and the lining had been cut out.
When I put them on, they fitted just right.  When I walked, my dick
bounced and it was no secret that I was free balling.  When I squatted
down, my dick came right out of the leg of the shorts.  That became
part of my park outfit.

I stripped and jacked so many times at that park, but the most
memorable experience was one of the times that I wore those flimsy
shorts and old t-shirt with tennis shoes.  I'd done my typical walk
naked and it was uneventful in the trails.  It was in the late
afternoon, only four or five mostly empty cars in the parking area.
As I got nearer to the parking area, I found a huge oak tree that was
thicker than my body.  I decided to squat leaning against it with my
back to the tree and the parking area.  If anyone drove by, I was
shielded by the tree.  I pulled my cock out from the shorts leg and
began jacking.   I went further and slipped the shorts off completely.
 There I was pants-less, hearing cars pass on the road, and in a semi
public area.  I shot my load big time.  As I was cumming, two nice
looking Mexican dudes came out of the trail.  I let them see me lick
my fingers.  Since they were there, I walked several feet back to my
car without pants and my half hard dick bouncing.  They were parked
next to me and I as I started my car, they nodded to me to follow
them.  I rolled down my window and one of them said in broken English
to come to their place.  I nodded yes and they pulled out.  I followed
them to a point but eventually turned off and drove home.  I have
always fantasized what could have happened with them.

My riskiest scary moment was parking with my partner's SUV backed up
in the parking spot.  I was repeating something I'd tried
before...parking with the back door up and facing the clearing.  I sat
in the back of the truck, feet on ground, only legs showing to cars on
either side of me.  I pulled off my shirt and took my dick out to
jack.  Getting so turned on, I rolled into the back and slid off my
shorts.  I put my legs back out so I was sitting there naked jacking
off.  No one knew.  I was hoping for a cruising guy to pop out of the
woods and find me naked.  Instead, 3 old folks, one a female, popped
out of the trail that was the most far away point.  They had
binoculars!  Birdwatchers, I guess, but I'd NEVER seen any actual
nature lovers out there before.  I closed the door down and hopped
over the seats and dressed.  As I drove off onto the road, a cop
appeared out of nowhere.  I was panicking like crazy, but drove on.  A
mile up the road, I turned onto the freeway and he kept going a
different direction.  I was so relieved.

The other nearby park that was part of the same greenbelt.  To get to
it, you drove past the one that I've been talking about and on to the
end of the road.  At the end of the road, you can turn left or right.
Turning left, you pass a place where they tow cars and it's
barricaded.  After that is a railroad track and an Army Reserve
Armory.  The Armory is set way off the road and had trees in front of
it, but the grounds have been cleared of brush around the trees.  Next
to that is the other park.  You have to turn off the road and go many
yards until you hit the gravel parking area.  As you enter the parking
area, to your left is the armory far away.  Straight ahead is some
woods...to your left is a spillway of a creek.  The creek runs down the
left side of the park and goes under the main road you turned off of
when you entered.  At the end of the parking, between the parking area
and the water is a concrete structure that is slanted.  It's not
slanted too much, but must have been made for water to run off of, but
is always above water.

Over time, I realized I could sit naked or pants-less, or just with my
dick out on that concrete without anyone in the parking area actually
seeing me.  I've jacked there with lots of those drinking Mexican
dudes around, with no one around, and with someone watching me.  At
night, it's a good place to park and sit naked against a railing that
borders the parking area.  My car shields me from the rest of the
area.  The best thing is that you can see anyone entering the park
from the road with a lot of time to cover up before the get to you.

The most memorable time I've had there was one time when I got out
naked and sat on my back bumper facing the water and started jacking.
It was chilly outside, but that makes it more thrilling some times.
There was a classic old Camaro next to me with what I knew had to be
another cruising guy.  I heard his car door open.  He got out and came
over to me.  He leaned against the railing.  He was about 30, very
handsome in a retro kind of 70's hair way.  He unzipped his jacket to
show a smooth nice chest and abs.  He just smiled and said "Nice
man...that looks hot!"

He undid his snap and zipper and exposed his cock and balls.  We
jacked together for a few minutes and I came as soon as he started
shooting.  When he started cumming, he moved up nearer to me and his
cum landed on my leg and foot.  He shook his dick off, zipped up, and
said "thanks".  He got in his car and drove off.  I was so turned on
that I stayed there inside my car and jacked until I shot again.  I
dressed then drove home.

Now the scariest moment took place later on that year, but in the same
exact spot.  It was daytime and I got out in the shorts and t-shirt.
A few Latino dudes were around, but none in direct view.  With my car
door blocking the view to one side that faced the armory, my car
blocked me from the road in the distance.  I took of my shorts and
started jacking.  It felt so good to have the wind blowing on my balls
and ass.

Not even a MINUTE after I started, a cop turned into the park from the
road.  I collapsed down on to the gravel and pulled the shorts on.  By
the time I stood up, he rounded the corner and was in the parking lot.
 I grabbed some empty water bottles and a newspaper from the backseat
and as he came nearer I tossed those into the trash can like I was
cleaning out my car.  My hard on was gone of course and I didn't look
conspicuous otherwise.  He made a circle and drive back out.  Likely,
it was a routine pass, but I was understandably paranoid.

Over time, my work hours changed and I don't have the time alone I
once had for these park adventures.   Also, police more often patrol
those areas.  The last time I tried to jack there was nearly as bad as
the cop experience.  Just this past spring, I went to the park with
the spillway just after dark.  It was nice and warm out.  The only
vehicle parked there was a semi truck.  After parking, I got naked
behind my car and jacked against the railing.  Way in the distance,
cars drove on the main road but I was out of their view in the dark.

I heard the truck door open and a cowboy time came walking to me.  I
was sure he was gonna watch me, but starting saying, "what the hell
are you doing?  This is a PUBLIC park...You need to get out of here...do
you want me to call the cops?  What's wrong with you?

I just calmly said, "No man, I'm leaving."   I opened my door and
pulled on my jeans and drove out.  I drove to the nearest access to
the freeway and went home.  So much for that place 

The next time I will talk about my experiences in the local apartments.