My new job kept me flat out busy for the next few weeks, although I did make time to go back and have a repeat with Franco on one of my days off. The rest of the time I spent settling into my new apartment and trying to make it look like a home. The few meagre possessions I brought with me got lost in the new surroundings and I made a vow to visit one of the many markets in the area to buy some new things. I started going to the gym and working out on my way home and was building up nicely. I'd always been athletic, but I'd wanted to bulk up for some time. I even got a couple of tattoos; one of an Irish shamrock on my chest to honour my Mom's heritage and my name on my left forearm in Old English lettering.
I didn't see much of Dan the regional manager at the store, but he checked in by phone to see how I was getting on. One of the girls who worked with me had made it clear she thought I was hot, but I didn't have the heart to tell her I liked guys. She flirted with me at every possible opportunity and I swear her skirts were getting shorter by the day. I just smiled to myself, thinking if only she knew what I really got up to.
I had a few days off together, which was rare, so I debated going out for some air and to enjoy the day, before deciding to go for a hike into the hills and redwoods surrounding the city. I packed a bag and set off in the early morning, thinking I would get there before lunch. The sun was beating down and I felt at peace with my life, knowing it had been the best decision to move here. I had to stop a few times to take a drink from my flask, as it was hilly all the way up into the forest and I was working up a bit of a sweat.
As I got into the woods, I sat for a spell, taking in the sights and sounds. It seemed deserted, although I could hear some noise coming from a small copse behind me. With all the fluid I'd taken on board, I suddenly realised I needed to pee, so I headed up to where the sounds were coming from and it looked dense with bush, so I wouldn't be seen.
I unzipped and started to piss, grateful for the relief. The noises were slightly louder now and, when I'd shook off, I crept forward to see what it was. As I pushed through the bush, I came to a clearing and saw two guys up against a tree, one fucking the other up the ass. The top was slightly older with a shaved head and he had his shorts down around his ankles, his muscular butt clenching and unclenching with each thrust up the other guy's ass. He had a white T-shirt on and had his hands on the hips of the guy he was screwing. The bottom was younger and had a blue sports-vest on and was wearing a cap, the bill pointed backwards. He was jerking himself off as the top slammed his meat up his butthole.
"Take my cock, you fucking faggot bitch," the top grunted, really pounding his cock home.
