Back for Another Walk

It was one of those humid nights, with nothing to do, that my wife suggested we take a walk along the trails near the lake. It was the last thing I wanted to do to be honest.

I had just turned 41 and felt that it was getting harder and harder to maintain my physique, although I was still doing well. All 5’9” of me remained in top physical shape, making me look more like 31. I was broad shouldered for my size, still had my 30” waist, and was still toned and muscular. What usually stood out, especially in the summer, was my blue-green eyes, that often turned icy blue, almost grey when I was horny.

And tonight, I was very horny.

As we headed to the trail, I noticed it was near a local path that I had been introduced to where men like me tended to find like minded men like me. So to speak. I hadn’t been to this area in a while, and there was a trail underneath the bridge along the water that met up with a staircase to a section above that I had been to a couple of times very long ago.

So, when my wife suggested it, I automatically said “Sure” wondering if I would find some eye candy to peruse. Slipping on a pair of shorts that showed off my muscular smooth legs, and a tee shirt that accentuated my pecs and arms and lean upper body, I noticed in the mirror that my tan made my eyes pop. And they were grey. As if I didn’t already know I was horned up.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the trails near dusk, a jogger was emerging from the trail and removing his shirt. He was a ripped guy, longer black hair flipping off his head in a mist of sweat, revealing a very muscled body with a tattoo spread across his back. I tried nonchalantly to follow his body with my eyes, nearly driving into a parked car. This could be a good trail to walk, I thought to myself, steering into the parking lot and letting my eyes follow this runner. I pretended I needed to turn around, and drove into the lot alongside the runner, to let my head turn slightly as I passed him, checking out his perfect form. He looked a bit younger than me and was totally sculpted and defined with nice big muscles for a jogger. I turned the car around and got a good look at him, his eyes turning to me in the car and locking with mine. He smiled a bit, as did I while my wife’s glare was elsewhere.

I moved slowly away and back towards a spot at the entrance, watching the jogger continue off to the road and off the trail. If only we were a half hour earlier.

The jogger made my cock come to life. I was suddenly looking at everyone that passed by. Well, every man that passed by. It had been awhile since my last tryst. With a man. The wife and I were barely having sex, and I had reverted recently to exploring with men to get off. I had a couple guys that I tended to hook up with regularly at the moment, but schedules currently between us was making it more and more difficult. The guys were a couple, married to each other, and they enjoyed my ass a lot. They even had a few friends that they would invite over every now and then. But it had been a long time since I had any cock near me.

And now I was hungry.

We walked casually along the trail, a paved pathway leading towards the water and under a large bridge. There were many out, enjoying the last few minutes of daylight as the darkness was coming. I noticed a few couples passing by us, nothing to look at from my perspective, but noticed a few pairs of eyes looking at us as we passed by. The wife and I were an attractive couple, and tonight I felt especially on display. I got the sense that everyone passing me was tuned into my signals I was giving off.

I spotted a couple coming my way, the guy a tall one, wearing what looked like a European soccer type outfit, with the fitted cool weave shirt and loose shorts. His pecs were big and round and stuck out of his shirt even from far away. He looked Croatian, or Russian, or something Eastern European, with a scruffy dark shadow across his face from a day or two’s worth of beard, a strong nose and jaw, dark short but curly hair, and dark eyes. He had that hot, rough guy sort of look, which automatically made my cock sit up and say, “Well hello there.”

But it was the way he was walking that first caught my attention. He was pulling at the legs of his shorts, hiking them up while talking to his female companion, showing off inadvertently the big, thick muscled thighs he had. Even far away you could tell they were huge and defined.

As we neared each other, his eyes met mine. I hadn’t realized I was staring until he locked eyes with me. Surprisingly, I didn’t look away like I usually do when caught staring. He looked away briefly, letting his shorts go, before looking back directly at me to see me still starting. This time I let my eyes roam down his body, from the hard, rounded pecs, and the lean waist, to his lightly hairy legs. When I looked back up, we were almost walking by each other, and my eyes met his again. His face was tough looking, serious, almost mean but definitely attractive in that masculine way. And then he smiled, a half smile, a sly one that his female partner didn’t see. I couldn’t help but smile back.

My wife was rambling on not even noticing this couple that passed us, and I held my breath, trying not to turn around to look back. But of course, I did. I needed to see his ass.

I turned, pretending that I was looking at a big tree, and glanced back. His ass was high, round, and outlined very nicely in those loose shorts.

And then he turned around and checked out me.

We both did a double take and then caught each other looking again and both of us gave a big smile. Fuck me this guy was checking me out too! I inhaled deeply and suddenly wished we were alone on this trail. I shoved my hands in my shorts pockets to try to hide my semi and continued walking along. Between the half-naked jogger, and this hot soccer playing looking guy, I was ready for cock.

As we passed under the bridge, I noticed the staircase leading up. I remembered at the top of those stairs was a local spot for cruising, that I had visited a couple of times with some success. Hadn’t been there in years but wondered if it was still active with all the right hidden spots in the bushes as before.

We wandered about twenty minutes in, before deciding it was time to turn back and head towards the car again. I didn’t even consider that this hot soccer player beast would be doing the same until I spotted him and his walking partner heading towards me once again.

This time, he purposefully grabbed the legs of his shorts and tucked them up as much as he could. He could see me from a distance and noticed me looking. I put my hands in my pockets, already getting hard and breathing irregularly as he approached. He had a cocky grin on his face, and he kept lifting the legs of his shorts up to show off the definition of his big muscled thighs. He was probably a good 6’1” or 6’2”, much taller than my short but built 5’9”.

As we neared each other, I purposefully looked at him and then checked my watch. 9:05pm. It was just getting dark now and we were almost near each other ready to pass. Again, our women were both talking incessantly, and neither one noticing our stares. He smiled, and looked at his own watch, then back up at me and winked.

As we passed, his deep voice let out a “Hi there” as I returned the greeting with a “Hey.” We smiled at each other knowingly and passed by, again turning around to look casually back and catching the other. Fuck he has a nice ass, I thought as I stared. He had a nice everything!

As we got to the car, I wondered if he got the hint when he checked his watch and would return the following night at this time. Alone, like I was planning.

That next night was another hot evening, but as the night approached, there was a cool breeze. I announced I was heading to the gym, knowing that this was a time my wife wouldn’t want to attend with me, and I could get away for a couple hours. Of course, I wasn’t planning on going to the gym, but rather for a nice walk along the trail by the water, under the bridge, in the hopes of finding this tall European looking soccer stud, or any stud for that matter. I was ready to cum.

No jogger taking his shirt off this time as I pulled in at 9:00pm. It was already getting dark, and the night breeze was perfect. I was wearing a pair of loose gym shorts and a grey t-shirt with my runners. I had slipped on a jock to keep my cock confined, and my ass free just in case.

I started along the path and noted a lot of people were coming my way, exiting the trails as it was past dusk. There were only a few others wandering, and I noticed a few single guys along the path heading towards the bridge like I was. I watched as they hovered under it, and then went up the stairs. There were a few guys sitting alone along some of the benches as I walked by, watching people. None of them so far were my type, but they still stared at me, my muscular legs so lightly hairy that they looked smooth, my pecs and arms standing out in my t-shirt. I could feel eyes on my ass as I walked by. But I was looking for something in particular. I didn’t just want cock. I wanted muscle cock.

9:05pm and I had timed my walk to the exact last spot that I passed the soccer stud. There was no one walking toward me, and as I looked back, there was no one behind me either. I wondered if he got the hint.

I kept walking toward the bridge slowly, when I spotted a figure of a man up ahead on the last bench before the stairs. He was leaning over, and since it was getting dark, it was hard to tell, but it looked like a well-built guy. His head was turned the other way, and when he looked back my way, he suddenly sat up straight and stood up, facing me. I recognized the dark short curly hair. The wide shoulders.

It was the tall soccer stud.

He stood looking at me with his hands in his black athletic shorts. He was wearing a muscle shirt that hung off his muscular shoulders and showed off his big biceps. He still had that dark shadow across his beard, making him look rather scary in the dark as I approached him. I shoved my hands in the pockets of my loose thin shorts, feeling the material hug my bare ass in my jock underneath. I held my breath as I came close to him.

Our eyes were on each other and I slowed down to a slow stroll alongside him. He raised his head in a quick jerk and said “Hey” quietly. His voice was deep, and I could see him adjusting himself through his shorts. I was doing the same trying to hide my own.

I stopped in front of him, moving to the side of the trail, taking in his stature before me. He was definitely a half foot taller than me, wide in the shoulder and lean in the waist. His big thick thighs were currently hidden under his long loose shorts, but I could tell looking at him towering in front of me that he already had that v-shaped figure that I loved so much in men. “Nice night.” I said quietly, turning sideways and looking behind me. No one was walking towards us in either direction for the moment.

He looked down at me, taking in my side profile, noticing me moving my cock under my shorts. He was doing the same.

“Back again for another walk?” I said, looking up into his big dark eyes.

He smiled, that half cocky grin again. “Yeah.” He inhaled deeply and looked around, reaching across his chest to scratch absent-mindedly his shoulder, flexing his bicep. His forearms were dark and hairy, but his biceps were smooth, and big. “Thought I’d check out a few more trails.” He spoke quietly, and slowly, in a very deep sexy tone. This guy was dripping masculinity. He took his hand out of his pockets and looked around again to see if anyone was coming by, and then grabbed his bulge and held it for a moment. “Wanna join me?” That sexy grin was back.

My cock twitched inside my jock, and I nodded. “Sure.”

He looked me up and down and put his hands back in his pockets, and turned towards the stairs slowly, looking back to make sure I was following him. I watched his tight round ass move ahead of me, and slowly followed him to the stairs. He looked around a lot, and seeing me behind him on the stairs, took the stairs two at a time until he reached the top.

I arrived a few moments after, and he was already in front of the wooded area off to the right, waiting for me. When he saw me, he walked into the dense forested area. I was right behind him.

The path was dark, completely covered by trees. I could see his shirt just ahead of me, and he was looking back to make sure I was right behind him and I didn’t lose him. He slowed his pace significantly now, and as he approached a small path to his left, he stopped and waited, before ducking into it.

This path was thicker and denser, and dark. I was right behind him now, watching his thick calves moving in front of me. And then the path led into a small clearing, maybe twenty feet wide, surrounded by thick trees. The ground was covered in dead pine needles. No one could see in or out.

He moved into the middle of the area and turned to look at me. I waited to see if he was going to go any further, but instead he stood there, like a statue, waiting for me. He pulled the waistband of his shorts out and lowered them to reveal his cock. It was already hard, a nice size, fairly thick, and a spattering of neatly trimmed dark hair covered the base of his cock. Even in the dark, he was all man.

He stood looking at me and started stroking it, not saying a word, waiting for me. I was already hard and could think of nothing but getting that piece of meat in my mouth. I moved toward him slowly, my heart racing as I neared him. I got a whiff of him, a mixture of light cologne and man. His cock looked bigger as I approached.

I took hold of it underneath, hearing him breathe in deeply as my fingers gripped his balls, which were almost smooth, big and round. He removed his hand and let his cock point at me, allowing me to run my fingers up and grab hold of it, slowly stroking it up and then down. It was cut, and juicy looking. Thick and veiny. Mean and fierce looking, like the rest of him. My eyes went from his, down to his cock. I was standing in front of him now, my eyes level with his shoulders. We were both breathing hard.

I licked my lips, watching my own hand stroke his prick. I heard him quietly whisper, “Fuck yeah” which triggered my motion. I knelt down on the needles and pointed the round head into my mouth. As my lips wrapped around it, he moaned and I felt his hand on my head, pushing it firmly into the back of my throat.

I opened my mouth wide to take it all in, adjusting to the size, and taking in as much of it as I could, before coming back up and making it wet with my saliva. I held it in my hand and looked at it, now shiny with my first slurp. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, the smell intoxicating me and driving me wild. It had been a while since I sucked a cock. I shoved it back in my mouth and started my expert routine, knowing I was doing a good job by the sounds from him above me. He was getting into it now, grabbing my head and pumping his cock in my mouth, fucking my face, and letting me gag on him. He was forceful, a little rough, manly…and I was loving it.

I came off his dick in a loud gasp of pleasure, watching that shiny veiny cock in front of me twitch upward. “Fuck, you really know how to suck cock.” He groaned, looking down at me. He pushed his hips forward letting his cock hit my cheek, and then he swatted my face with it, slapping me on the side back and forth. I moaned in delight, before grabbing it and going down on him again. “Oh YES!” He moaned again and let me suck on it for a while more.

I couldn’t get enough. By now I was squeezing his big balls, sucking it down to the base, my nose buried in his pubes, listening to the grunts coming from him. Suddenly he pulled back, and lifted me upwards under my arm and led me backwards. His eyes were wild, and his face was tense. He turned me around and pushed me up towards a tree. Behind me, he pushed his crotch up against my ass, grinding into me over my thin shorts and wrapping his arms around me, his hands digging up under my shirt to feel my pecs. His big body was swallowing mine into him. His stubble was scratching the back of my neck, and his mouth was at my ear.

“You wanna get fucked buddy?” His voice was deep, gruff, and urgent. He licked my ear at that point, and I felt my insides ignite.

I turned slightly to look at him, his nose outlined in the dark, his lips inches from mine. “You wanna fuck me?” I asked breathlessly.

A grin came over his face, and I stretched my neck more to get closer to him. He dug his cock up hard against my covered ass and pulled me back against him more. His mouth remained open, almost near mine. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but he held back, letting his hot breath fall against my lips instead. “I wanna fuck you now.” He licked his lips as I felt his hands pull my shorts down over my ass. He growled as he noticed I was wearing a jock.

His cock was now rubbing against my bare ass, grinding on me, seeking a target. I arched a bit and he let go of me to lean back. I felt his cock slap against me as he smacked it on my back and ass. He let a trail of spit drop down on my lower back, which he rubbed his dick in to slick my crack.

“Is it safe?” He moaned, as his cock started to slide in between my cheeks, narrowing in closer to my hole. He was sliding it up and down, adding more and more spit to it to make it nice and wet. He was teasing me like a pro, and he knew how much I needed it as I spread my ass open.

“Yeah,” I said, turning around to look at him. He had lifted his shirt up over his head around his neck, those giant pecs proudly puffed out on top of his trim waist. “Fuck.” I heard myself saying as I stared at his body. His eyes met mine, and that cocky grin spread across his face.

“I haven’t fucked a nice ass like this in a while.” He said, half to himself. “Fuck what a nice ass.” He moaned, sliding his cock in between my cheeks, and moving it up and down. He leaned over me as he continued to slide up and down my crack, grabbing my pecs again. I could feel the hairs on his chest rubbing against my back, his stubble brushing the sides of my face as he lightly kissed my neck and nibbled at my ear. He was groaning now. His cock was so slick it was sliding up and down in the insides of my ass cheeks like a well-greased piston.

I turned around as much as I could, my mouth hanging open, breathing hard, so close to his face. Then his cheek was against mine, his breath loud beside me and hot on my face. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation of him grinding on me, his pecs pressing against my back, his big hands massaging my chest, his mouth just inches from mine.

I opened my eyes to see his right next to mine. He stared at me for a while, until finally, his mouth found mine.

It was a little kiss at first. One that you give to say goodbye. A quick peck. Followed by another. Then another. I could hear his breath quicken, his cock hard on me. Until the next one was longer as he took my bottom lip in between his. And then his tongue slid out to glide over my lip. My eyes closed again as his mouth opened up and our tongues met in a deep kiss. We both inhaled deep, and he let go of my chest and wrapped his arms completely around me, squeezing me tight. He pulled his cock back a bit, letting the tip of his cock push in to me, to find its destination. I let out a little gasp as I felt it begging to invade me. He held me still, our mouths open but still touching each other.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. I held my breath, as his slicked cock head pressed forward, urging my ass to open. He held me tight under him, my hand now resting on the tree in front of me as I moaned loudly as his hips pushed forward and my hole let him inside.

I groaned loud as he popped in, my other hand slapping against the tree in sudden pain and surprise. He wrapped his arms up under me again, letting them come up to grab my pecs once again as he plunged all the way to the base of his cock. And he stopped, holding me still, his cock completely embedded in me.

I was sweating, breathing hard at the quick invasion. It had been a while since I had a cock, but I was quickly adjusting.

He pressed his mouth forward again, kissing me deeply. I could feel his cock flex inside me, causing me to moan. “Yeah,” he groaned in my mouth, “you’re ready.”

And his hips started to move, fucking me slowly and sexily, still holding me tight, still kissing me deep. I felt like a wild animal in the woods, getting slowly humped deep by this masculine man.

His cock felt amazing in me, no pain, just a deep pleasure that I missed. He pulled off my mouth and pulled me back, holding me upright a bit and angled his cock deeper in me. One hand came to my throat and for an instant, I felt completely vulnerable. I grabbed at his hand around my neck, but he wasn’t holding it tight. When he felt my hand, he loosened his grip on my throat and instead, took my hand in his, our fingers lacing together. He was slamming my ass hard now, my ass slapping against his hard waist.

“Feel good man?” He grunted as he fucked me hard.

“Fuck yes!” I hissed at him, lowering down the tree to bend over more, giving him an even deeper access. He let go of my hand and grabbed my hips, fucking me faster. I knew this wasn’t going to be a long fuck, considering we were out in the middle of the woods.

“Fuck you are TIGHT!” He yelled suddenly and his pace quickened.

I turned around to look at him, his chest still flexed tight, his head back with his chin pointed up towards the sky. “Yeah fuck me man!” I grunted back.

He looked down at me again and smiled that fucking sexy smile. “You want my load?”

I nodded. “Yes!”

He grinned, keeping up the pace, slamming into me hard. “Where?!” He yelled, a mean look coming over his face.

“Keep fucking me!” I heard myself saying. “I want it in my ass!”

He smiled wide. “You sure man? It’s gonna be a big one!” He was drilling me harder now, really plowing me as he spoke. His voice was rising, as was the feeling inside me.

I grabbed my own cock from inside my jock and whipped it out, jerking as he fucked me. With one hand on the tree in front of me, bent over, I held myself against the tree and started fisting my cock furiously.

“You gonna cum?” He barked at me, the sounds of his hips slapping against me echoing around me.

I held that tree firmly as I pulled at my dick. “Yes!”

He grunted and grabbed my shoulders to hold me tighter against his thrusting hips. I could hear him moaning louder, his breath increasing, his slams harder. “Fuck!” he started to say. And then he said it again, and again, each time fucking me harder.

I started erupting as soon as he slammed his cock into me and held it deep, unleashing his first volley of cum into me. It was a big one, because I felt it! I kept cumming as he pulled back and slammed into me again with a grunt, holding his dick inside me still as another round oozed out of him. A third and fourth time followed, and then on the fifth, he held my hips tight and stayed still, letting his cock drip every last drop deep in my guts as his cock continued to twitch out his huge load.

I looked down at my white load under me on the dead pine needles. My cock was still dripping as his cock twitched inside me. He leaned over me again, like he did before, pulling my head sideways this time to meet my mouth with his. A deep wet kiss followed, taking my mind off my ass as he slid out of me. I let out a moan and stretched up, standing upright and taking a step forward, clenching my ass to keep that big load of cum inside me. I pulled my shorts up and turned around to look at him. He was still close to me, and his eyes were locked on mine. And then he moved forward, grabbing the back of my neck and bringing me into him in a deep kiss. He literally took my breath away as we made out deep. He grabbed my smaller body and pulled me into him roughly but kissing me tenderly. It was such a contrast, the way he held me versus the passionate kiss. I wanted to open my legs up again already for him.

He stepped back and pulled his own shorts up over his still hard shaft. He ducked his head down and pulled his shirt back over his head, covering up his torso once again. “Fuck that was hot man.” He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’d fuck you anytime.” He continued to stare at me, as if he was trying to figure out what to next.

I smiled at him, taking in his gruff appearance. Fuck he was hot, so tough looking. “I’d love that buddy.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “You married?” He asked quietly.

I nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He nodded too. “I don’t do this usually.” He pulled at his dick in his shorts. It was still hard.

I looked around the wooded area, surprised that no one had discovered us just based on the sounds we were making. And then I wondered if anyone was actually watching, thinking that I could see figures in the darkness surrounding us.

“You’re hot man.” He added quietly. “Can I give you my number?”

I smiled at him. “Fuck yes.” I pulled out my phone from my pocket and opened up my contacts. I realized I didn’t even know his name. “What’s your name buddy?”

He hesitated, and then said, “Ivan.” He looked at me, and that grin was back. “And that’s my real name.”

I laughed as I typed in the number he rattled off. “I’m Brian.” I sent him a text and I heard a ping go off in his shorts. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his own phone and smiled.

“Got it Brian.” His dark eyes looked up at me. It was getting darker outside and it was getting harder to see his face. “Can I text you anytime?”

I nodded. “Yeah but keep it clean buddy.”

“I will.” He slid his phone into his shorts again and stared at me. He moved towards me quickly and grabbed the sides of my head and kissed me again, tenderly and softly, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Fuck he was a good kisser. He pulled away and took a few steps backwards. “Sorry, I don’t usually like to kiss, but…” He trailed off, his hands in his pockets again.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind at all. You’re a good fucking kisser.”

He laughed shyly and started to look around. “We’d better go.”

He led the way, and my eyes watched the outline of his shape in the darkness in front of me. And I knew that it wouldn’t be long before one of us would be texting the other. Because right now, I wanted him again already.