We always enjoyed running together. We both hated indoor tracks, but always loved being outdoors, running through the woods, a neighborhood or a park...but, of course, the shorts and lean, toned bodies could certainly be a major factor. Eric and I had numerous bouts of running-sex; usually we made it home, but on several memorable occasions we couldn't wait and it happened along the trail.
On what turned out to be a warm afternoon, I was stretching out after our run and he came up behind to wrap his arms around my waist. His hand went under my shirt and pinched one of my nipples, while the other slid down over my abs, and pushed past the waistband, into my shorts. He grabbed for it and wrapped his hand around the shaft, now rapidly swelling to meet his needs. He kissed up over my neck and groaned, "Fuck! Rob...fuck...that's what I fuckin' need."
I threw my head back and moaned, when I felt his dick from behind, pumping between my thighs and humping over my butt cheeks. I looked back to see he'd already taken his dick out. He asked and continued to thrust, "Feel how fuckin' horny I am? You make me so fucking hard."
"Let's take this off the path...and into the woods."
He laughs, "Yeah...let's get comfortable...we may be here awhile...you know."
I slapped my hand over his ass and we moved deeper into the woods to small glade, maybe thirty feet from the path. The musty leaves rustled when I stepped out of my shorts and pushed him to his knees. There, upright and arching, my dick was hard as a rock and demanding attention. It bobbed a few inches from his face and I steadied it by grabbing at the base. He grinned, "First, let me suck it...but you know we're not moving from this spot, till you fuck the hell out of my ass."
While he ran his fingers up and down the turgid shaft, a chorus of soft groans fell from my lips. Pushing my hand aside, he took over and stroked both his hands, up and down the shaft, lusting for the girth...and the pulsing warmth he craved inside. "No worries...I think I'm ready, dude...I think I can fuck the hell out of that ass." He returned my smile and leaned in to rub it over his lips, while I pushed forward to part them. Jacking on the fleshy cockmeat, with both hands, he concentrated on the head with his lips, sucking and slurping at every inch. My hips started to roll into his face, "Yeah, that's it...my hot man...ahhhh...ahhhh...you know what I like...that's it...yesssssss."
He teased, "Just wait...yer hot man wants it inside. It'll feel so good, deep in my belly...fucking my tight hole."
Moving in closer and kissing up and down the underside, "Your taste...it's a man taste. My man's taste." With both of us grunting and groaning, his eyes focused on the towering shaft as he rubbed his lips over the broad, pulsing tip. He opened his lips wider and pushed the head deeper, stroking it with his tongue, pressed tight against the shaft. I groaned with intensity, putting both hands over his head and urging him to go deeper. Gulping and grunting, he tried and his spit ran down over my flesh. He gagged some, when I poked at his throat, but we had little trouble in syncing ourselves into a steady rhythm.
He dug his hands into my butt cheeks and put all his focus on face-fucking himself with my dick; we filled the surrounding woods with our moans. I trembled when he held my heavy, sex-filled balls with one hand, grabbed my dick with the other and ran his tongue up and down the shaft, tracing the veined surface. His tongue made brief passes over the swollen head, to collect cream that trickled from the tip. Running his tongue over the leaky crown and moaning, he swirled it around in his mouth for a moment, savoring it like fine brandy.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed him onto his back, over a big log. I pulled the shorts from his ankles and threw them aside. Hovering above his lean, muscled body, our eyes locked for a few moments, both struggling to look past the big, swollen dick, jutting from my groin.
His dick was solid, too and I stroked it for a few moments. I gripped him at the base, "I need yer cock, too...its big...hard...and fucking amazing!"
I leaned forward and felt my lips part over the head and travel down the shaft. He groaned and breathed hard as my mouth ran up and down over his cock. Eventually, I pulled his cock out and I worked my hand over the hard flesh, stroking the shaft, as my tongue washed over his balls. He rolled his head back and gazed up into the warm spring sun, running his hand over his abs and pinching at his nipples. I pushed his hands aside and ran my tongue over his nipples, slowly working back down to his big dick.
When I finally pulled off, again, "Give it to me, dude...gimme that dick...need it in me."
I said in a low whisper, "Spread yer legs...and open wide for me."
