A note from me first: This is partially a personal fantasy especially all the gear in the story. So the first photo is one of yours truly in a local park and the second is one i got from the internet years ago and it breaks a copyright just let me know and I will remove it
It all stated with a simple phone call.
I could not even remember giving Vince my cell number, it must have
been at one of the summer Barbeques that the building has been doing
for years while he and Kate lived here. I hadn't see or heard from
him in more than six months which was normal since he had gotten
their new place so I was more than a little surprised.
He wanted to invite me to a fishing
trip at a provincial park just outside the city. The funny thing was
I never at great fan of fishing and I told him that. I was about to
refuse the invite when he suggested that I might use the trip to do
some nature photography with lunch and a couple of beers and if we
were lucky maybe a “hot mouth bass” at least that is what it
sounded like over the noise of a transit bus. I had to admit that
Vince was good looking and if I did not know that he had a long time
girlfriend he might have been someone i might have gotten together
with on a more intimate basis since the one thing i have never hidden
was that i was gay. I decided that the trip sounded fun and I really
did need a break from all of the office/building politics. The one
thing about being a building super other than being on-call 24/7, you
never seem to get a break and have some fun.
So, in the end accepted his offer and
we arranged the details for the following Sunday morning. He was
going to take care of lunch and I was to bring the beverages and a
bit of cash for gas. As the week progressed I had to deal with new
tenants and their rush to occupy the newly renovated apartment and
the contractor to ensure that everything was in place as they moved
in. Normally I did not worry about what clothes I had on but this
felt different and i started to fret about what i was going to wear
on Sunday. The weather decided for me since the forecast showed a
warm day with a good chance of rain so as Vince's car pulled up that
Sunday morning I was in my green rain suit, a t-shirt and my hiking
boots. It was a perfect mix of comfort and protection and as an added
benefit it showed off my crotch as well, not that he would have
noticed.
As i climbed into the car, I placed my
backpack onto the back seats and mumbled a greeting. It wasn't until
i strapped in and he had put the car in motion that I noticed what
Vince was wearing. Normally he was seen around the building in black
track pants and a sweat shirt looked a couple of sizes to big for
him. Since he worked from home he wore for comfort and not for
fashion. That morning was a bit of a shock since he was wearing form
fitting light blue jeans and a t-shirt that wanted to show every
curve of his chest with a red insulated vest against the morning
chill. Great, now I was going to have concentrate on something other
than his crotch which he seemed to be displaying very prominently.
The trip went smoothly with us chatting
about mutual friends in the building and those who had recently just
moved out west. I kept my eyes on the road ahead or on a map of the
park that he passed me showing the various nature trails the park had
and where it was legal to fish. Once in the park it took a while to
find a free parking spot but we soon discovered that as you hit the
nature trail we had selected the park seemed empty which suited me
just fine.
Near the rivers edge we found a shaded
spot for his sports bag and my backpack. As I looked around to see
which direction I wanted to explore and photograph he seemed to be
rummaging for something in his sports bag. The next thing I knew he
was standing behind me admiring the view and I could almost feel the
heat from his body. In one hand a box of lures and in the other a
reassembled fishing rod. He had also changed into a pair of hip
waders that showed off his tight crotch even better. I let him take
the lead so I could catch a glimpse of his denim covered muscled ass
and I knew that I had to head off soon or I could have been changed
for rape of a straight male. The waders accented the view perfectly
causing me to get rock hard almost instantly as I wondered what his
ass crack would taste like.
If he noticed the tent in my crotch he
did not say but he smiled as we arranged to meet up again around noon
for lunch and I headed off into the bush to see what I could
photograph half way up a hill I looked back to see Vince ankle deep
in the river casting his fishing rod. Over the next few hours I took
some images all the while my mind wandered back to Vince and seeing
him in just the waders and vest against a tree as I sucked or fucked
him. Damn why did he have to be straight.
As noon approached I headed back to the
river and lunch with Vince. I now knew I should have worn a jock
under the rain pants to help hide my stiff dick but it was too late
now and i would just have to bear with it and verbal jabs that came
my way. As i appeared from the bush Vince was finishing a cast. When
he saw me he reeled in his line and joked “Well its about time you
got back” he planted his rod in the sand by the river and headed to
the bags to grab lunch and the drinks, I hoped he liked cider.
I found a large rock that we could use
as a table I wondered what was taking him so long to grab a couple of
sandwiches and the 6 pack. I soon found out thought. He had stripped
off his jeans and t-shirt and approached me just as I had imagined
him so many times. I could see that his cock was semi hard and looked
delicious. Under one arm was the large rain poncho that I always had
in my backpack. He ignored my shocked look as he bent over to spread
the poncho on the rock giving me a teasing view of his hairy ass
crack.
He crouched next to the rock and
cracked open a can of the cider, damn i could not take my eyes off
his bare crotch. He looked amused as he looked straight at me.
Obviously i was missing something but for the life of me I could not
figure it out. He opened another can of the cider and passed it to
me. He stood in front of me began laughing not at me but at the
situation before he let me in on the joke. All I saw was his slowly
hardening cock right at eye level. “For some one who knew
everything about the building this was one thing I expected you to
know by now not that we advertised it. I'm bi and I have been trying
to get you into bed for months but there has never been the right
moment till now.”
Suddenly it all came home. All of the
small comments and hints from him. I took a long drink of cider
before responding with an evil smile. “So shall eat or eat each
other out first?” as I unzipped my rain jacket. I knew which option
I wanted as I became rock hard under the PVC of the rain pants. So
did he, as he sat down on the rock next to me with his legs open,
unzipped his vest and pulled me close for a long passionate kiss.
Neither of us were in any hurry so we
sipped the cider between periods of us exploring each chests with our
tongues. I was surprised to find that he had very sensitive nipples
and he moaned in pleasure every time that my hand or tongue brushed
them even briefly and I loved the feeling of his tongue slowly
tasting my sweat in my pits.
With the first cans of cider empty,
Vince leaned back to grab another can and I took the chance to lie on
top of him even briefly cock to cock before he handed me a new can of
cider and I slowly licked my way down to his cock and balls. I could
tell that he was enjoying all of the attention my tongue was paying
to his low hanging balls from the shivers flowing through him. Seeing
this I placed the cold cider can against his ball sack causing his
dick to jump and him to moan louder. Then i decided to see how his
cock tasted with a mouthful of cold cider which. The sudden chill
almost caused him to cum right there so i worked my way back up his
chest for another extended kissing session.
As it ended we switched positions and
he worked his way down me till he was licking the tent that hard cock
was making. He then slowly pulled down my rain pants till the elastic
band supported my balls and exposing my hard prick to his hot
breath. Then he swallowed my cock in a single motion and used his
throat muscles to massage its head. God he really knew how to suck
cock. When he came up for air I decided that a change in position was
in order so that we both could have fun at the same time. I wanted
his cock as much as he wanted mine.
He started to alternate between licking
my dick and balls and deep throating me till they were coated in his
saliva as I gave his dick the same loving attention. He had me on
the edge and I was straining to cum and I think that he was not far
behind me but we stopped before that could happen.
I think that we both needed the break
so paused our mutual pleasures to eat lunch and drink more of the
cider. It gave us time to come back from the edge and talk about many
things including a few of our sexual turn-ons. Funnily I was wearing
one of his and I admitted that he was wearing one of my top ones as I
recalled a video scene I used to jerk off to all too frequently.
As we pack up the trash from lunch and
folded the poncho he looked around and remarked, “Well let see if
we can make your fantasy scene come true”. He grabbed the last two
cans of cider and headed into a thick glade with me quick behind him.
He found a spot to spread the poncho, opened the cider cans and
waited for me to approach. As he handed me one of the cans and giving
me a brief kiss he told me that there was something he wanted me to
do. At this point I was ready to do pretty much anything for this
stud. He turned bracing himself with a nearby tree and wiggled his
but in my direction. I heard him growl “ I want to feel your hot
mouth and tongue on my bare ass”.
He said he wanted to catch a “hot
mouth on bare ass” and I was more than willing to help him out. I
knelt and deeply inhaled a mixture of sweat and his manly scent
before I dove into his ass crack with a vengeance. With each flick of
my tongue against his rosebud or smack of his hairy ass cheeks, he
moaned louder and demanded that I go deeper and harder. As his crack
filled with saliva I rubbed my hand along it to ensure it was fully
coated with my spit to his enjoyment. He was already hard from this
spit bath before I grabbed his cock and nibbled on its head before I
gave his hole a final deep plunge with my tongue. As I stood behind
him and grabbed a sip of cider my stiff cock rested along his crack
and I wondered how this was going to end. If he wanted, I would
continue to eat him out as he sucked me off but he seemed to have
other ideas.
As he laid down on the poncho he pulled
a tube of lube from a vest pocket and placed it next to him before he
raised his legs high in the air and demanded that I give his ass a
proper reaming with my cock and no he did not want me to use a condom
since we were both clean. Normally I would have said no but he had
me so turned on I took a long drink of cider before I positioned
myself to give him what he wanted and I really wanted to give him the
fuck of his life.
I lubed up before I positioned his
ankles on my shoulders and slowly feed his ass my hard prick. With my
long cock fully in his ass I gave him a moment to get comfortable
with me inside him. My first strokes were slow almost tender leaving
only the head buried in his hole before slamming back fully in. As I
picked up pace his cock oozed pre-cum in spurts as if I was pumping
it out of him. I shifted slightly letting his left leg slip and
continued to plow his ass and grabbed his cock to slowly stroke it
and cover it in his own lube. He was enjoying every moment as he
groaned with every pleasurable stroke. He started to play with his
nipples to add to the pleasure as I pounded his ass for all it was
worth. Before I could blow my load I quickly pulled out of his ass
and was going to jerk my load off when he stopped me.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
He got up and braced himself with a nearby tree and waved his ass at
me. “ I want to feel your load in me stud not on me. So finish the
fuck you started”. I almost saluted him with a “Yes Sir” before
I giving him the load he demanded. The change of position gave me the
chance to stroke his cock and play with one of his nipples as I
remounted his muscled ass. I fucked him with renewed passion grabbing
the top of his waders to ensure he felt every inch. As i blew my
load deep inside of him his ass tightened around my cock and he blew
his own load on the tree before him.
It was a while before I slowly pulled
out of his well seeded ass we were both enjoying the warmth of each
other. As we finished the ciders and cleaned up, we talked about the
possibilities of a repeat encounter or two. As it turned out that was
exactly what he wanted and since he now had his own place and we
could get together as often as we wanted.
As we drove back to the building I
wondered what he would look like in my leathers.
