I am a runner. As a 70 something male I work hard to stay in shape. I am also bisexual. I still enjoy the bottoms of men and women, and on occasion, let both fuck mine. What do these have to do with each other? Let me explain.
I live in Indianapolis, Indiana. We have a fabulous running trail on an old railroad right of way called the Monon Trail. I am on the Trail 3-5 times a week early in the morning, usually at dawn. The air is cooler and the traffic is lighter. No strollers with small children to get in the way.
I run about 6 miles each morning. This morning, Sunday at 7:30 AM, I had just gone half way and turned for home when I got a big surprise. As I crossed a bridge over Fall Creek, a small stream that bi-sects downtown Indy, I heard the unmistakeable sounds of fucking, men fucking. I stopped and strained to determine where the love noises were cumming from. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Those happy grunts were right below me, in the bushes along the banks of Fall Creek. I quietly walked to edge of the bridge and started down a well-worn path. When I got under the bridge, in the bushes to my front, I could see a male bottom moving back and forth. I could also see the top of his partially bald head. I stood there for a minute and listened. Under the bridge the sound echoed.
"Oh yeah, fuck me. Give it to me. Yeah, yeah."
That sounded like the voice of a youngish man, maybe 20-30 years old.
"Tell Daddy what you want, and push that ass back towards me. I am getting close." That sounded like a man my age.