Scenic Angles
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Martin was photographing scenic water reflections along the Delaware River. He stopped by the Washington's Cross State Park by the Neely House in Buck's County. It was a beautiful low humidity day, the sun was out and few clouds. The sun was at the right angle to get the pictures he needed.
He parked his car in the picnic area and started taking pictures of the red wood bridge that crossed the canal. He was checking out the scene to see where he could take the best pictures, where the reflections worked the best. He walked up the canal towards the road into the park and started to see the shots he wanted to capture. That's when he first noticed a guy with a camera phone basically taking pictures in the same area.
Martin continued to look for more shot as he crossed the road to other side of the canal. He eventually found some great angles, but thought he saw better ones near the road. When he looked up, he notice the guy with the camera phone aiming in his direction. Martin continued to take his shots, but noticed the nice arms and legs of the other photographer. His ass filled out the shorts and he was very fuck-able. When the guy turned he notice a bubble butt that gave him a chubby.
He looked at Martin as he continued down the path, nodding his head hello. Martin followed the trail to the canal overflow in the park and found some angles to shoot of the creek that ran into the canal at that point. He was able to encompass the old cover bridge buttress along with tree and sky and the mirror image reflecting in the water. When Martin looked up he saw the guy trailing behind, taking pictures.
Martin head south on the path, to the left of him was the grave of the unknown soldiers. On the right several plants were blooming on the other bank, and Martin was able to capture the blooming plants and the reflection in the water. Since it was a still day, the blooms and clouds from above reflected perfectly. The photographer walked over to the graves and Martin head south down the path.
Martin was able to capture the reflection of an old elm tree as it stood along the bank and the trunk and branches reflect, it was Martin's lucky day that nature was co-operating. He got some great shots and framed the reflections differently making sure he had plenty of shots to choose from.
Martin continued south to the next spill way, he captured the over flow and water cascading down to the creek and to the river. He also captured some of the mechanical gates mechanisms to control the flow of water from the canal to the river. When he looked up the other photographer was walking toward him.
Martin continued on down to the next lock on the canal. Though the end he wanted to photograph was filled with debris and duck weed, he decided to photography it down stream shooting up stream. The lighting wasn't perfect, but the reflection was what he was after and he was able to get a few good shots even though the nearby trees blocked the sun. Martin looked up and there was the photographer pointing his camera at him and adjusting himself as he looked at Martin.
Martin started heading up the canal, he would glance back and see what the photographer was doing. He would be snapping pictures, but he started to follow Martin back up the canal. Martin stopped by the maintenance shed between the canal and river. When the guy got closer, Martin took a path behind the shed and didn't know where it lead, it was posted no trespassing as the state kept maintenance supplies and equipment for the park. Martin walked back in the trees along the bank of the river and sat on the rock.
The photographer followed Martin up the path. He leaned against a tree and looked around. Martin reached down and adjusted himself and the photographer looking martin in the eye did the same. Martin started rubbing his cock through his pants and the other photographer followed suit. He continued back the path and found an abandoned wooden picnic table that needed some repair and definitely seen better days. He sat down on the rickety table when the other photographer followed him.
Martin stood up and faced the photographer and open his zipper and pulled his cock out. He started to pee looking at the photographer. The photographed stopped pulled his cock out and peed next to him. Martin kept his pants opened at cock out after he was done, he reached down and stroked his cock as he licked his lips and looked at the photographer. He kept stroking as he sat on the top of the rickety table. The photographer stood back with his cock hanging out and watched as Martin stroked himself. He slowly walked up to Martin and reached down and touched Martin's cock. Martin leaned back and spread his legs further apart, the photographer silently got on his knees and started licking Martin's shaft as he looked into Martin's eyes. He licked down on side of the shaft and up the other, Martin moaned as he watched him lap at his cock head. The photographer licked the precum from the edge of Martin's cock, Martin looked down as the thread of precum spanned from the tip of his cock to the tip of the guy's tongue.
Martin removed his shirt as the photographer teased his cock with his tongue. He engulfed the cock and took down to the root. He held the cock to the back of throat coating Martin's cock with his salvia. He started bobbed up and down on Martin's cock and Martin aimed the camera at his cock and snapped a few pictures of his slick cock sliding into the guy's mouth. The photographer held out his phone and did a selfie with Martin's cock in his mouth.
The photographer stopped sucking Martin's cock and removed his shirt and shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear and he sat on top of the rickety picnic table. He held his legs up exposing his hungry hole. Martin knelt on the bench and put his face to the hole, he sniffed and checked out the hole that was offered. Martin leaned down and held the photographer's legs apart as he licked around the hole. He could smell the musk and tasty his sweatiness, as he rimmed the beautiful ass. The photographer moaned lowly and Martin spread his checks further apart working his tongue into the hole. Martin felt the waxiness of the hole on his tongue and tasted the muskiness. Soon his lips sucked on the hole as his tongue penetrated.
Martin was opening the hole with his tongue and fingers when he heard voices. He quickly got up and zipped up his pants and put on his shirt. The photographer quickly dress and was zipping up his shorts when the hikers were first spotted. Martin grabbed his camera and was adjusting it. He wished them a good afternoon as they passed by, making some small talk about how beautiful the day was. The hikers continued down the path. Martin and the other watched, but they never gave a second glance as they were enjoying nature.
Martin looked at the photographer and without a word, motioned the photographer to follow him with his head. Martin headed back to the maintenance shed with the photographer a few stops behind. He noticed that one of the doors wasn't locked properly, and they he could squeeze through. The photographer followed him into the shed.
The shed was dark but enough light came through the cracks of the boards that he could see the photographer. They both undress, and the photographer got up on the workmen's bench. Martin knelt down lifted the guys legs placing his tongue on that ass.
Martin got tired of kneeling and stood up, and repositioned the photograph so he was laying on his shoulders and his ass was up in the air. The photographer held onto his legs as Martin spread the ass checks and rimmed his ass as he stood over the ass. He loved the taste of his hole as he worked his tongue into the opening hole. Martin spat on the hole and used his finger to lube the entrance. He started to finger fuck the tight ass. Once he opened and lubed the hole enough for his cock, he helped the photographer off the work beach and bent him over. The photographer held on to the edge of bench and Martin spat on his cock and aligned his cock head to the hole. He slowly inched into the tight warm hole, the photographer jerk on his own cock.
Martin would push and hold, when the photographer adjusted to his cock, he would push in further. Martin sighed as he felt the warm hole engulf his throbbing cock. He spat on his shaft and pushed in further. He finally felt the ass swallow up his cock and he held in deep, enjoying the senstions of the warm moist tightness around his impaled cock.
Martin started to pump the tight ass, the photographer moaned as Martin held on to his hips. He pulled the cock almost out of the hot ass, and then pushed back in till his balls were resting on the ass cheeks. He pulled back out, enjoying the sensation around his cock. He teased the photographer with the slow long fuck for a few minutes. He felt his cock getting dry, he pulled it out and spat on it and pushed it back in. His cock was feeling great and the photographer's ass was starting to lube his cock naturally. He pumped a little faster in the ass and the photographer moans grew loader.
Martin reached around between the photographer and workbench, stroking the photographers cock as he pumped into his ass. The photographer moans were more audible and Martin tried to quiet him. Martin stopped fucking when he heard a family walking down the path outside. He held his cock deep in the ass, as the kids and parents explored the area around them. One of the kids opened the poorly locked door and peeked in, his parents told him to get away. Martin's heart was pounding, thinking he was going to get caught with his cock buried up some guy he doesn't even know. Yet it was exciting to him as well.
As the voices outside diminished, Martin started pumping into the ass. He fucked faster and deeper, the guy grunted and stroked his cock as Martin pounded his ass. Martin heard the slapping of his hips against the butt cheeks echo in the dark shed. He got excited feeling the hungry ass around his cock and his eyes were adjusting to the darkness. He started grunting and his breathing grew heavier as he felt his the sensations that he was soon going to cum. He slowed down to edge his cock in the ass. He regained speed when the urge subsided and the photographer head rolled back and moans escaped his throat. The slapping of the bodies once again echoed in the room as well as their labored breathing. The photographer between his moans pleaded to be bred. The only works exchanged between the two guys joined in the moment.
Martin got to the point of no returned he pulled the photographers hips back and he buried his cock deep into the ass. He howled as he released his spunk into the stranger's ass, he bucked and twitched as he emptied the content of his seed into the hot ass. He held his cock in the ass, as the photographer pounded his own cock, moaning loudly as his seed shot down the front of the workbench and onto the ground. Martin kept his cock buried in the hot ass as he came down from his high.
Martin pulled out, leaned against bench and caught his breath. He could hear the heavy breathing of his mate as he laid across the bench. Martin finally calmed down and came back to reality, he really enjoyed the fucking but knew he had to leave. As he gathered his bearings he was looking for his clothes and the photographer found his phone used the light app. He shined the light around the shed, both laughing looking for their clothes. When the found the two piles of clothes tossed on the ground, they gathered their belongings and both got dressed in the dark. They both squeezed out the entrance of the locked door. They stood there a minute while their eyes adjusted to the bright light, Martin kissed the photographer. The photographer smiled and they both headed back the path.
Martin waited and watch the hot guy he just fucked walked away. Martin noticed a wet spot forming on the back of his shorts as he reached back and pulled the shorts from his ass. Martin grinned as he knew it was his deposit creating the dark spot. He guy gave one last look and smile as he got in his car. Martin needed to wash up and headed to his car, he got in and drove to the wild flower preserve across the road to clean up. He headed back home to download his pictures.
Martin was amazed how well his pictures turned out and when he came upon the ones of the guy sucking his cock, his dick was in his hand as he polished off another round. He placed them in a separate folder on his computer for future reference.
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