I met Walt a few months back at the local park. We have been running together and became acquainted with each other more and more every time we ran.
He was newly divorced and I think he was alittle jealous of my 15 year marriage working out so well.
You see Walt had only been married for a year when he found out his wife was seeing another guy. Some asshole at work. That realy tore Walt apart.
Anyway, I had mentioned after a run one day that I was into kayaking. Walt said he had always wanted to try. I had an old kayak he could use I told him. With that in mind we agreed to meet the following Saturday morning.
The sun was shining that morning as I got the kayaking gear together and met Walt down by the lake. He was in an unusually loose pair of running shorts and a t-shirt.
He told me he hadn't worn any underwear because of some chaffing from running to much. I understood. I had done the same on occasion.
As we got underway Walt got the hang of it easily. After awhile of paddling through a series of narrow, shallow canals, way out of the way, Walt wanted to stop to catch his breath, You see it was mid-July, and in south Florida it was hot and humid by 9:00 in the morning. I think we both needed a break.
We both paddled to shore and pulled our kayaks up on the beach and dove in the water. Damn it was refreshing. We swam around a bit and got out. That's when I first noticed Walt in a different eye.
Up until then I wouldn't have even given a guy a second look, but you see the loose running shorts he had worn were wet and against his thigh. Not that I was looking, but I couldn't help but notice the outline of his cut cock. Damn, I bet this guy could satisfy the ladies.
There wasn't much of a view around us. Just alot of scrub palms and the narrow canal we came down.
