The Hunk on the Trail

He ran by as I reached the part of the hiking trail in the large park at the edge of my neighborhood.  I’d seen him before in just his running shorts and exposed muscular chest.  His package wasn’t bouncing, so he was probably in a jockstrap.  The size of his bulge told me that he wasn’t lacking but he wasn’t so big he would tear my innards apart.  I had decided after seeing him that he was the man to take my virginity, even though I knew nothing about him.  

I thought quickly. The trail looped, and the best spot to have him see me was about seventy-five yards straight ahead and slightly to the right. I cut across with enough speed to get there in time, but I didn’t want to be sweaty. I’d taken the time to look as athletic as possible, and I hoped he would be interested. I’d also practiced ‘the look.’ Slightly raised eyebrows, tongue just barely visible licking my upper lip. A signal to let him know I was his.

As I sat on the bench waiting for him, I wondered what was taking so long. Had he quit running? Stopped to talk to someone else? Crap. Was all this for nothing? Then I saw him; he had slowed his pace. Just seeing him made my cock swell. I spread my legs a little farther apart. He got closer, and I thought I saw him glance at me. I raised my hand to gesture a hello, and he jogged toward me.

He was wearing an athletic t-shirt, but I could still his tanned broad shoulders. He stopped almost directly in front of me and bent forward with his hands just above his knees. There was a little sweat on his brow, and his shirt appeared slightly damp.

“You’re in great shape,” I said. I immediately felt stupid. Of course, he was. I expected him to roll his eyes and jog away.

Instead, he smiled. “Are you coming on to me?”

I licked my upper lip just as I’d practiced. “Yeah, I am.” I hoped my honesty would get me in his bedroom and get his dick in my ass a little faster than playing some game.

“How old are you?” he asked.

Fuck, I thought. “Nineteen,” I lied.

He nodded his head. “You look younger.”

“I get that a lot.” Was that technically another lie?

“So what are you after?” He sat down next to me. I saw him eye my crotch and then look up into my eyes.

“Everything. I want you to teach me everything.”

“So, you’re not after a quickie, huh. I like that. You certainly have a cute face and a hot everything else.”

“My name’s Eric.”

“I’m Douglas, but call me Doug.”

“Doug, you’re going to need a shower when you get home. Do you want me to scrub your back?” I didn’t want to waste any more time, but had I been too forward?

“Yes, Eric. I’d like that, and once we’re clean, we can fuck our brains out. Would you like that?”

“Yeah, I would. Will you teach me how to kiss? And then kiss me while you fuck me? That’d be really hot.”

He looked around then leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. I felt my dick spurt some precum. “Come on, Eric. Let’s go.”

We got into his pick-up truck; he did not strike me as someone who would drive a pick-up, but it wasn’t some beat-up work truck. The thing was decked out.

“Tell me, Eric, are you in school or are you working?”

“I’m taking some college courses during the year.” The truth. I was taking three courses in high school that gave me college credit. “And I’m working part-time as a stocker at Walmart.” Another truth. “I’m hoping to take a full schedule in the fall.” Also true, I was hoping to get early admission, I was just worried about the funding.

“Sounds like you’ve got it together.”

I wish, I thought. But I wasn’t going to think about that today. I was going to burn every minute of the day in my memory. “What do you do, Doug?”

“I’m a civil engineer. I’m in charge of several projects around town. It isn’t everything I imagined as a kid, but it’s close. The politics of everything are… well, what can I say, they fuck everything up.”

Doug pulled into a house about two miles away and parked in the garage. We got out of the truck and as we approached the entrance into the house, he grabbed me, pulled me to him, and kissed me again. It was gentle and soft. “Open your lips just slightly so I can get my tongue just inside. Never force your tongue in someone’s mouth; allow him to open up to you.”

I did as instructed. As his tongue moved over my lips, I could feel myself get hard. I put the tip of my tongue against his, and we moved them in opposite directions and then back together.

“That’s perfect Eric. We’ll do some deeper kissing in the shower if you’ll let me. Sometimes you’ll want more of your partner’s tongue, and sometimes you’ll want to suck his tongue. Have you sucked a dick before?”

“No.”

“Well, we’ll talk more about that in a bit. Sometimes when you suck someone’s tongue, you’ll want to gently use your teeth, but you never want to use your teeth on someone’s dick.”

“OK.”

We kicked off our shoes before Doug opened the door and led me to his bathroom. He removed my clothing, and when he pulled my underwear down, he commented that I had a really nice cock. “I like how it gently curves up and how even the shaft is. And you’ve got great balls.”

He wrapped his index finger and thumb around my ball sack, just above my nuts, and he pulled down. The sensation was incredible. Just having a man touch me was incredible. He stood up and removed his clothes. He was like a Greek statue except his dick was larger, like mine except that it was perfectly straight. I wanted to kiss it, lick it, touch it, but Doug turned to the shower and turned on the water.

“It’ll be warm in just a few seconds.” He smiled.

I noticed then that he was about three inches taller than I was. His shoulders were definitely broader and his chest was covered in very fine blonde hair. I reached out to touch his arms; they were covered in the same fine straight hair. I looked down at his legs; the hair there was darker but also straight.

I looked back up at him. “Fuck but you’re sexy.”

He reached behind me and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. He pulled me against him. “You’re fucking sexy, Eric.”

That time, I kissed him. He spread his lips, and I pushed my tongue gently into his mouth. I heard him moan, and I felt his dick jerk against me. I pulled my head back and smiled. His eyes were like emeralds as they looked into mine. Were they hypnotizing me? I heard them calling my name. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.

Doug stepped sideways into the shower, pulling me with him. The water was warmer than I was used to, but it felt good. He reached for a bottle of wash and squirted some on my head. “Give me your hand.”

He squirted some into my palm, and I began to lather the soap on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair and for the next few minutes we washed each other. Doug spent a few extra seconds washing my ass crack. He did something with his finger; he didn’t penetrate me but he massaged my sphincter muscle in a way that felt really good. I grabbed a bath scrubber, this soft plastic mesh ball, put some body wash on it, and began to scrub Doug’s back. Once I was done, I tried to do what he did to me. I didn’t understand it, but I had the urge to lick his ass. I know it was clean, but the idea repulsed and excited me at the same time.

While I was on my knees, rinsing Doug’s ass crack, he turned, and his cock pointed straight in my face. I kissed it; I licked it; I wrapped my lips around it. His moan told me he enjoyed it, and that gave me a sense of having found my place in the world. I was gay; this is how I would physically connect with another human. Doug pulled me up, and we kissed some more. He turned off the water.

“We’re going to dry off and move to the bed.”

As we got to the bed, he pushed me back on it. “I want you to pay attention to what I do. You were good in the shower, but you want to be the best. Get farther back.”

I moved back, and he got on the bed and wrapped his fingers around my cock. His mouth covered it, and he moved his lips to encircle it tightly. I felt his tongue move around the ridge of the head. My hands clenched into balled-up fists. Then he began to slide down my shaft, my dick, my penis, my cock, my peter. How I had wanted this, dreamed of this, I wanted to scream, “Don’t stop. I love you,” but my mouth was clenched shut by the awesomeness of what he was doing to me. His tongue pushed me against the roof of his mouth. I would never be satisfied with my hand after this. I felt another tightness around the head of my dick. I tilted my head to see what he was doing. I saw the top of his head, and his nose just barely touching my bush. Then his head moved down another half-inch as the pressure around my cock changed. I was glad I had jerked off that morning; if I hadn’t, I would be coming now for sure.

Doug slowly moved back; I saw more of my dick as his mouth moved to the tip. My eyelids began to flutter. His hand wrapped around my balls, and he released my cock. “You’re close to coming. I felt your sack tighten up. I don’t want you to come too soon.” He positioned himself next to me and kissed me. The taste of his mouth was different. Was that the taste of my own dick?

I rolled on top of him and rubbed my face in the blonde hair of his chest before kissing and sucking on his nipples. I could feel his cock twerk, and I soon moved down to practice the oral skills I’d just learned. He moaned in delight as I pushed the head of his dick into my throat. I was able to subdue my gagging reflex for a bit, but it finally got the better of me. I sat back and coughed.

“It’s OK. You’ll learn to control it. Why don’t you lay back and relax? I’m going to give your ass a little treat before I start fucking you.”

I got comfortable, and Doug pushed my legs toward my chest, lifting my ass off the bed and positioning my hole so he could lean forward and kiss it. Fuck, what a wild feeling. When his tongue pushed inside my hole, I thought I would lose it. I wanted this done every day. I felt something about the same size as his tongue penetrate me. Going more deeply in, it titillated senses I didn’t know I had. I looked at him and what he was doing.

I saw him smile. “I’m finger fucking you, getting your hole ready. Keep breathing, nice and deep.”

“Don’t stop,” I mumbled.

“Not to worry. How about this?” He started fingering me with two fingers. “Do you like that?”

“Fuck yeah. Oh, shit, what are you doing now. That’s a bit of a stretch.”

“That’s three fingers. Once you're good with three, you’ll get my dick.”

I took several deep breaths and blew out through my mouth. I made a little high pitched chirping sound when he withdrew his fingers and then thrust all three into me. I could feel the fingers move around, and then his index finger pushed against something inside me, and I swear I could see the back of the inside of my head. Orange and pink swirls filled my vision. I heard myself say, “Fuck me, Doug. Fuck me now; I love you.”

When I was able to see again, he was still moving his fingers in and out of me. A big grin on his face, he was moaning in synch with his finger thrusts. When he pulled his hand away, I felt an emptiness overtake me. He lowered my ass toward the bed, and he bent forward to kiss me. My senses were on overload. I don’t believe I was coherent. Doug began to massage my chest. I could feel him pushing at my hole, but his hands were on my chest. He moved up and forward, and I was filled again.

A soft “Oh, fuck yeah,” came from Doug as he pushed himself inside me. He had prepared me well, and I was able to accommodate him without discomfort. He began to move back and forth, and a sense of bliss shot out to all parts of my body. He continued to move in and out of me; it was as though electricity danced on my skin. I found myself moving my hips to match his thrusts. Doug moved his face down to me. I lifted my head and licked his chin. In response, he crushed his lips against mine. My hands moved to his ass, and as he thrust into me, I pulled to get him completely inside.

The intensity reached a new level as he sped up. Part of me wanted him to come inside me and part of me wanted him to spray his seed all over me. At the same time, I wanted him to come inside my mouth. I wanted to taste his seed. He pulled his dick out of me and rolled me face down on the bed. He shoved himself into me again and began to slam his cock hard and furiously into my hole. “I’m getting close,” he hollered. “I’m going to fucking cum; I’m going to seed your ass.” He banged into me with such force, that I slid at least five inches forward. I felt intense pressure build inside, and Doug collapsed onto me.

He kissed my shoulder and then my cheek. I turned my head to the side, and he planted a kiss on my lips before rolling me over. He began to suck my dick again; this time his hand reached up and played with my nipple. I was so close. I grabbed his head and shoved myself up and into his mouth and released my load. I fell back to the bed, but I wasn’t finished. I pitched my hips forward and came again. Doug caught all of it. I saw him smile as he swallowed. Then he lay next to me and pulled me to him.

“I think we should relax a little before jumping into the shower,” he told me.

“Will it be my turn to fuck you after we’re cleaned up?” I asked.

“Eager beaver, there,” he laughed.

“Eager, yes. “But you didn’t just fuck a beaver.” I laughed.

He chucked as well. I sure as hell didn’t. That was one nice, tight hole.”

“I knew the first time I saw you on the trail that you were to be my first.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Doug.

“Yeah,” I smiled and kissed him. “And my second, too.”

I continued to see Doug until I went off to school. He was the best teacher a gay boy could have. I never told him I was only fifteen that first time. I know he never suspected.