Take a hike

by Andrew Stone

Every Wednesday I hike the trails at a local park.  It's my attempt to stay in shape.  It gets harder to do as I get closer to thirty.  On Tuesday nights I indoor rock-climb.  It's a great way to keep my arms and shoulders big.  On Saturday afternoons, it’s jiu-jitsus.  That's a great cardio workout and to build endurance.  On Wednesdays, it's trail hiking over the boulders and through the woods.  It's great for the legs.
  
I park my car and get out, leaving my shirt in the car.  It's august and almost noon and it's hot like a bastard.  Sweating is a great way to get rid if toxins.  I take a moment to look at my reflection in the car windows.  I'm not bad for almost thirty.  I'm big and built like a football lineman.  My arms and shoulders are great, that's the reward for pulling my mass up rock walls.  I'm solid but there is no sign of a six-pack.  I'm more of a full keg.  My tattoo that started as a small reminder from my rock-climbing trip in New Zealand has grown to cover my entire left upper arm and is starting to encroach over my shoulder.  I take a moment to pull my brown hair into a small ponytail.  It's grown long in a year since I gave up being a paramedic and the mandatory clean look to be a teacher.  I love the summers off and I love having a goatee.  
  
I start to walk and I see the guy sitting in the back of his truck watching the lake.  I don't know who he is.  I used to see him ever now and than but lately he's been here every Wednesday.  He's forearms are huge and covered in hair.  That's why I noticed him in the first place.  The park is a local gay hangout but typically that's other side of the lake and my "gaydar" sucks. He always says hi as I pass by.  One time I finished the hike covered in more sweat than usual and he offered me some water.  I had some in my car.  That's as much as we have talked.  I walk by to start my hike.
  
"Hi," he says to me as usual.
  
"Hi,” I respond back.
  
"Can I ask you a question?" He asks as he hops out of the back of his truck.  He's taller than and more massive than me with a nice, full and thick salt and pepper goatee. "You seem to know the trials, can you play guide?"
  
I think about for a moment, "sure."
  
"Great," he reaches out with his big hand, "I'm Butch."
  
I shake his hand.  He has a strong grip, "I'm Andrew."
  
"Great," he starts to walk to the trails start.
  
"You might want to leave you shirt," I suggest, "It gets hot in there and it’s fucking humid."
  
"Okay,” he takes off his cap revealing a clean shaven head.  He pulls off his shirt and throws it into the back of his truck.  He's bigger than I am with a beer gut that hangs over his jean shorts.  I'm hairy; he’s damn furry but he has a tan that shows that he isn't shy about it.  I like that.
  
He places his cap back on his head and we start to hike.  He talks for a bit but the trail rapidly picks up the pace.  That's why I hike this one it’s not just a path cut into the woods.  There's a lot a boulders to hike over, a lot a rock face to navigate and most of it is on an incline.  It’s great to get the heart pumping and sweat flowing.  Butch keeps up with for a while but starts to fall behind.  I try to keep myself in his view so he doesn't get lost.  I stop at the top of a steeper trail and sit on top of a flat small boulder and wait for him to catch up.  It takes him a while.  I hear his panting first than catch his sweat-scent on the breeze.
  
"Wow! You’re in a lot better shape than I am," he sits down next to me than lies down on his back.  
  
"Are you okay?"  He's panting hard and his chest is heaving.  I can see his heart pounding in his chest.
  
"Yes," he pants, "Just give me a sec to catch my breath."
  
I sit there for a moment.  His panting and the intense smell of his sweat start to give me hard-on.  "Are you sure you're okay,” I ask again.
  
He sits up, "Yeah, it just has been a while since I worked out like that."  He pats his gut, "I guess I'm a little of shape."  He places his heavy hand on my shoulder, "Thanks for waiting."
  
I just nod.  We sit there for a bit longer so he can rest up.  I steal glances at him from the corner of my eye.  I would swear he's doing the same to me but I'm not sure.
  
We sit overlooking the lake through some trees.  "If I could jump into that lake right I would," he says.
  
I stand up and gesture him to follow.  We walk down the steep trail and through some thick woods for a bit off the trail.  I look back and he's keeping up.  There's some small dead leaves stuck in his thick chest hair.  I lead him to a small cove I discovered.
  
"Here you go," I show him,” the rocks cut off the view from the rest if the lake.  Just don't swim out too far."
  
He looks checking it out.   "Sounds like fun," he winks at me, "Want to join me for a swim?"
  
I nod.  He takes off his sneakers and I take off my hiking boots.  He takes off his jean shorts and I take off my cargo shorts.  He pulls off his tightie-whities and I drop my boxers.  I steal a look at his privates and he has the hairiest sack I have ever seen.
  
"Ready?"
  
I nod and we wade into the water.  I submerge and come up to him splashing water on himself.  
  
"The water feels great."
  
I agree.  We swim around for a bit sticking to the boulders for cover.  After a while, I lead him to swim around a rock and we climb up some other rocks to a flat boulder with a hole into a canopy, a perfect spot to sun yourself, and far enough from the trails to be seen.
  
I lie down and enjoy the warmth from the stone and the sun on my skin.  I hear Butch climbing up after me and lie on his side close to me leaning to me.
  
"I want to thank for showing me around,” he grabs my balls with his big, strong hand and starts to play with them, "Is that okay with you?"
  
I nod and he leans in and kisses me.  His lips are rough and I almost swallow his tongue.  I get hard and he grabs my cock.  I almost scream out, his grip is so strong, but our lips are locked together.  He's sucking on my tongue and stroking me slowly.  It feels great.
  
Butch pulls back, "that's a nice cock you have there."  
  
I slide my left hand over and touch his hard-on, " You too."
  
"Whoa," he smiles, "there is time for that.  How about you play with your nipples?  I love that."
  
I move my hands and start to play with my erect nipples with my thumbs.  Butch smiles and keeps stroking me. slowly going all the down to all the way up and slowly repeating over and over again.  His grip is so strong that the pain brings pleasure.
  
"Why don't you twist those nipples?  Hard."
  
I do as he asks and he watches me with a smile.  He jerks me a little faster.  I look at his fur covered body.  The water has dried off and has been replaced with bead of sweats.  His scent is in the air again. His scent that is intoxicating.  I look into his blue eyes and drips of sweat running down his bald head.  Our eyes lock and I can see the animal lust in his eyes.  I can see the refection of my own eyes in his and it shows the same thing.
  
He grins at me and moves in for another kiss than moves down to a nipple and nudges my hand away and sucking it at first then biting it. The pain is perfect.  He knows how to play with my threshold. The sensations are incredible.
  
After a while he rolls over to his back, "How about you suck this old man?"
  
I get up to my hands and knees and grab hold of his huge cock.  I wrap my lips around the head and start pumping my head up and down his shaft sucking it.
  
He moans, "I knew you were a good cock-sucker, boy.  I could tell,” he places a hand on my head and pushes it further and further down.  Soon I'm going all the way down to his base, smelling his sweat in his pubes, then back up to the tip.  
  
"Oh, yeah,” he moans, "you are a great cock-sucker, boy."
  
I slip a finger close to his ass, "Whoa, boy!  This old man is a pitcher, not a catcher.  Is that okay?"
  
I look at him, his massive, hairy body laying there on the rock glistening with sweat.  "Usually I believe in giving as good as you get,” I tell him, "but for you I can make an exception."
  
"Thank you so much, boy, “Butch says with a smile from ear to ear, "I promise it'll be worth it."  His hand grips my ass, "How about you swing those hips over here?"
  
I position my swollen cock over his mouth and we 69 each other.  His rough lips feel great on my shaft.  I can taste his pre-cum in my mouth.  It tastes like his sweat smells, overpoweringly manly.  His fingers probe my ass for the hole and he starts to tease it.  I release his cock and start to moan and push back against his fingers.  His big fingers feel great in my ass.  He rolls me off of him.
  
"You are ready, huh?  Ready for the old man's loving?"
  
I nod and he stands and walks through the woods back to our clothes.  I jerk myself watching him walk.  Butch looks like a bear, a real fucking bear with all that size and hair.  He returns after a bit and he's holding a condom in his hand and his swollen manhood swaying as he walks.  I wait until he's on the flat rock and walk on my knees to him.  I want to worship this bear-god.  I grab hold of hips and swallow his cock.
  
"You love this old man's cock, don't you, boy,” he says as he grabs the back of my head with a hand, "You are a great cock-sucker, boy."
  
I pump and suck his cock and he starts to fuck with the rhythm.  I can feel him down my throat and he starts to moan.  I'm getting a nose full of pubic hair each time and Butch pulls himself out.
  
"I don't want fuck your mouth, boy.  I want to fuck your ass."
  
"If you want to fuck my ass," I respond, "You have to eat it first."
  
He smiles. "That seems fair."  
  
He gestures me to stand up and I do.  We start to kiss and I run my fingers through his fur.  He turns me around and I bend over and place my hands on my knees.  I hear him drop to his knees and Butch grabs my hips tightly.  
  
"Hold your ass open for me, boy.  I'll hold you up."  
  
I do as I'm told and I hear him spit then my hole feels wet.  He pushes his face into my ass and jabs his tongue into my hole.  He repeats this three times and gets deeper with his tongue each time.  I start to push my ass back into his face.  He doesn't stop and keeps tonguing my hole.   My own cock it throbbing with pleasure.
  
"Are you ready for me, son?"
  
"Yes, sir, old man."
  
"Aww, you know how to talk to me.  On your knees, boy."
  
I drop to my knees and elbows and stick my ass into the air.  He licks his thumb and pokes my hole.  He's got a big thumb.  
  
"Ready for your prostate exam, boy?"
  
"Yes, sir."
  
I hear him lick his finger and use his other hand to spread my ass cheeks. He thrusts in his finger without stop.  I grunt and then it steals my breath.  He rubs around and I start to groan.  He pulls it out, spits on his hand and rams in two fingers.  This guy is not gentle but I love it.  He pulls them out and spits in his hand and pushes in three fingers.  I'm grunting and moaning like never before.  He pulls them out again and I hear him rip open the condom package.  He places a hand on my thigh and teases my hole with the head of his swollen cock.
  
"Are you ready, boy?"
  
"Yes, sir."
  
"I want to hear you beg for it, boy.  Beg for dick."
  
"Sir, please fuck ass.  Please, old man."
  
He teases my hole for a bit longer than smacks my ass hard with his hand.  The sound is so loud it echoes.  He smacks my ass again then he pushes into me.  My hole stretches with pleasure and it sends pleasure pulses through my body.  He doesn't stop, not until he is all in and I can feel him against my ass.  I'm moaning like a bastard.  He grabs hold with his other hand tightly and starts to pump my ass.  
  
"You have a tight ass, boy.  This old man loves a tight ass."
  
He keeps pumping slowly.  I can feel his shaft grow bigger in me.  He's inside of me.  
  
"Thank you, boy," he grunts, "for saving your tight ass for me."
  
He's picking up the pace, sliding more and more of him in and out of me.  I reach for my dick and start to jerk it.  He rams deep inside of me and smacks my ass.  That one is going to leave a mark.
  
"No, boy.  I'll please you, don’t worry about it."
  
I move my hand back in front and he starts fucking again.  His big hand slides up and down my back.  Than he wraps his arms around me and pinches my nipples while kissing the back of my neck.  I can feel his weight on me. A hand slides down to my belly and he rubs it.  
  
"I'm going to enjoy cumming in you, boy."
  
His hand returns back to my hips but first he smacks my ass one more time.  He starts to fuck me strong.   His groans grow louder as do mine.  I start to push back in rhythm with his fucking.   The rhythm gets faster and faster and my hole squeezes shut.  He lets out a growl followed by a roar as I feel his cock throb inside of me as he shoots his load.   His hand grips my cock and with one quick jerk I shoot my load all over the rock under us.  His weight collapses on top of me and I can still feel his cock in me and his sweat dripping on to me.  He keeps squeezing my cock until it is all of sperm has been shot.
  
"That was great, boy," he growls into my ear.
  
I just nod and we rest there for a bit in the sun.  He licks the sperm off of my gut that has smeared from the ground.  He says I taste good and offers me cum that drizzled on his hand.  I lick my own sperm off of his hand.  I stand up to pee and he gets up on his knees and says to hit him in the middle of his chest.  I do and watch my urine run down his massive chest through his forest of chest fur.  We switch roles and he does the same to me.  We have marked each other’s territory.   We hold each other for a while enjoying the smell of manhood in the air.  I get hard again and he says he wishes he was younger.  He sucks my balls as I masturbate and shoot another load into the air. After a while, we wade back into the water and cool off again and wash up.  Then we return to the flat rock and dry in the sun. He holds me as we dry. We grab our clothes and slowly walk back to the parking lot.
  
He puts his big hand on my shoulder and smiles, "see you next Wednesday, boy."
  
"Yes, sir."