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Steve Visits the Islands Chapter Five - The Runner
...Evan picked up his trunks and headed for the door. "Be well. Maybe you'll meet some guys to help you the same way when you get home."
After Evan left, Steve ordered dinner brought in and he retired early. This had been a very busy day...
Morning arrived to the sounds of waves hitting the beach and a gentle breeze coming through the open glass wall of Steve's bedroom. His naked body was covered only in a sheet that was conspicuously tented by his morning friend. Steve threw the sheet aside and stretched, raising his strong arms above his head and arching his powerful back, the breeze fluttered through his carpet of chest hair. He decided to ignore his woody and head straight for the bathroom. It was just before dawn and Steve wanted to get a good run in early.
He had to force his cock to behave so he could pee, and ran a brush through his long hair, letting it fall loosely. He pulled on a pair of thin nylon running shorts and his shoes, then he ran out the back door and turned to go to the running trails. There were three trails. Depending on which one you chose, you would go one, two, or three miles. All the trails began and ended at the same oasis, with water, towels, and benches to rest on. Steve didn't see anyone else around. He chose the two mile run and headed off down the path.
Steve ran an easy pace along the path. The surrounding gardens were beautiful. It was very quiet and Steve thought he was alone. He could see the end of the trail up ahead and started to think about the oasis. Just as he ran into the oasis, another man came running from the one mile trail and they collided, sending both men sprawling on the ground.
"Oh, shit, man!" the other guy said. "I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention and didn't see you coming."
"It's OK, man, really," Steve replied. "I don't think anything's broken."
The other man got up first and reached out to help Steve up. Steve grabbed the man's arm and realized that he needed to check this guy out. His hands were large and his forearms were covered in curly auburn hair. Steve's eyes followed up his arm and saw that he had a nice "dad-bod," also covered in soft, curly brown hair. He had a nice face, kind of cute, and the beginnings of a beard. His head was shaved and glistening. In fact, his whole body glistened with sweat.
"The name's Hank, Hank Larson," he said. "I'm really sorry I'm so clumsy."
"No, no, not at all," Steve said. "I wasn't paying any attention either. My fault too. I'm Steve, Steve Chase. Nice to meet you."
Steve had not yet let go of Hank's arm, so he clumsily turned it into a handshake. He couldn't stop checking Hank out. He was about 5' 10", around 190 lbs, auburn hair - everywhere Steve could see - his skimpy running shorts didn't leave a lot to the imagination. The problem was that Hank seemed really straight and Steve doubted he'd ever get a glimpse of that meat. Plus, Hank wasn't exactly Steve's normal "type."
The two men grabbed bottles of water from the cooler and sat down on one of the benches. They were both covered in sweat and their chests were matted with their thick, wet hair. Steve's hair was sticking to the sides of his face and neck. Sweat dripped off of Hank's head, landing on his big tan shoulders. There was a strong male scent of perspiration and testosterone and musk filling the air.
"So, I guess you're a guest here?" Hank asked.
"Yes. I'm in the last bungalow at the end of the path," Steve told him. "I just arrived yesterday and plan to stay for a week or so."
"Nice," Hank said. "I got in a couple days ago. I'm in the second bungalow on the right. Not sure how long I'm staying, though. I'm flexible."
Steve decided to find out more. "So, what brings you here? Business or pleasure?"
"Pleasure, for sure." Hank replied. "I'm giving myself a birthday present. I just turned 35 last week and broke up with my girlfriend."
"Oh, man, that sucks,"Steve offered. "I'm sorry about the break-up, but happy birthday."
"That was the idea, but it didn't quite go as I'd planned," Hank said. "But, hey, I just met you. You don't want to hear about my shit. I think I'll head back."
Steve knew Hank wasn't going to be his bed mate, but he kind of liked the guy and thought maybe he could listen at least. "No, really," Steve said. "I don't mind. I'm a good listener. Get it off your chest."
So, Hank went into a short story of his life, at least some recent parts of his life. He grew up in a small town in the middle of America and had a pretty normal life. He dated lots of girls in school, but nobody special. While he was in college he was at a party one night and he walked in on two guys having sex. He'd never seen anything like that and he just stood there and watched. The young men knew he was watching and they didn't care. When they were finished, one of them came over to Hank and kissed him on the mouth. Hank liked it and kissed the guy back. He realized he had an erection and ran out of the house.
He never told anyone about what happened, but it was all he could think about for a while. Time went on and Hank went out with some friends one night and while he was in the restroom, a guy came up behind him and grabbed his butt and invited him to come with him. Well, Hank had a little to drink, so he went with the guy. He took him outside, pulled down his pants and gave Hank a fantastic blow job. When he was finished, the guy just walked away. Hank was getting confused, he liked having sex with guys. He started having dreams about having sex with men. He asked around and found out about a gay bar and he started going there on weekends. He never had any trouble finding a guy, or guys, to have sex with. He was having a great time. But, he was also lying to his girlfriend, his family, and himself.
He decided that it was time to tell the truth. So, on his 35th birthday he invited everyone over to celebrate. When everyone gathered, Hank announced that he was gay and that he could no longer live a lie. He hoped that his family and friends would accept him and recognize that this is who he is, not something he chose to be.
"Well, that didn't work out the way I planned," Hank said. "My girlfriend screamed at me and cursed at me and stormed out of the apartment. My dad slapped me across the face and walked out without uttering a single word. My mom just sobbed about her baby boy and no grandchildren. My brother and sister looked confused, but they hugged me and said they supported me. My friends felt awkward and mumbled a mixture of support and apology as they scattered to the four winds."
"Man, I am so sorry," Steve said. "Come here, let me give you a hug."
Steve stood up and held his arms open. Hank stood up and wrapped his arms around Steve and they hugged, rubbing their two hairy chests together, mixing their sweat. Hank broke the hug first, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he turned his face toward Steve and kissed him hard on the mouth. Steve returned the kiss, but Hank pulled away and stepped back.
"Oh, shit, man," Hank said. "I had no right. I am so sorry I just came at you like that. I don't know you. I'm a sweaty mess. I don't even know if you're gay. Oh, shit!"
"Really, man, it's OK," Steve said with a chuckle. "First of all, yes I am gay. Second, the kiss was very nice. And third, we're both sweaty and I like the stink."
The two men laughed and grabbed their water bottles, starting up the path back to their bungalows. They came to the second one on the right.
"This is me," Hank said. "You're welcome to come in to get better acquainted."
"Don't mind if I do," said Steve, as they pushed through the door and locked it behind them.
Hank grabbed Steve by the hand and led him into the bedroom. He pulled his own shorts off and then Steve's and the two of them stood there completely naked, dripping with sweat. Hank just stared at Steve and admired his body. He walked around him, touching him and feeling his skin, tracing the lines of his shoulders, and down his back. He cupped Steve's firm buttocks in both hands and squeezed them gently. Then he came around and raised Steve's arms up in the air, exposing his hair-matted pits. Hank shoved his face into one pit and sniffed the tangy musk. He licked Steve's sweat, "Mmmm."
Hank moved to the other pit and drank from its treasure too. Then he moved down to Steve's hairy chest and found his way to the first taut nipple. Steve puffed out his chest and Hank latched on, sucking like a newborn. He finally bit down and then moved to the other side. Hank pulled back and dragged his hands through the hair on Steve's pecs and abdomen, exploring his hard body. When he reached the grand prize, Hank found Steve's 7" sword at the ready. He took it in his hand gently and caressed it like something precious. Then he stepped forward and brought his own 7" uncut beauty side by side with Steve's and stroked them together a few times.
Finally, Hank got down on his knees in front of Steve and gently kissed his swollen cockhead. Precum was already dripping from the piss slit and Hank used his tongue to gather every drop. Then he took Steve's cock into his mouth and began to suck it down. He couldn't take it all, but he made a great effort and Steve was not unhappy.
After a few minutes, Steve pulled Hank off his cock and pulled him toward the bed. They lay down, with Hank on his back. Steve started at Hank's neck with soft kisses. He moved down and raised Hanks' arms up so he could smell and lick his sweaty pits. The curly auburn hair exchanged sweat for spit and curled even tighter. Steve licked his way across more tight curly hair and arrived at Hank's large areola. Steve put his lips on the tip of the nipple and sucked until it was hard and protruding from Hank's chest. Hank moaned deep inside. After waking the other nipple up, Steve slid down Hank's barrel chest and across his soft abdomen. Hank hadn't hit the gym in a long time, but he looked good anyway.
Steve reached his hands up and explored all the curls on Hank's body. They were soft and felt good to Steve's touch. He moved his head down and took Hank's uncut cock into his mouth. Steve pushed his tongue under the edge of Hank's copious foreskin. He swirled his tongue and found a small amount of funky smegma and slurped it down. He continued using his tongue to manipulate Hank's foreskin, teasing the edge of the mushroom cap. As Hank's cock got harder, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a beautiful purple mushroom, aching to be sucked. Steve took it into his mouth and began to slurp up and down the shaft. Hank began to moan louder. He took it all the way so that Hank's cock lodged in Steve's throat. His throat muscle massaged the head and tried to coax a hot load from inside.
Steve was ready to taste Hank so he pumped his cock in and out of his mouth, slurping and sucking him to his limit. Hank started to cry out and Steve knew it was time. He swallowed Hank's whole member and buried his nose in Hank's pube's. With one last scream, Haank thrust up and shot a huge load of pulsing hot jizz down Steve's throat and into his waiting stomach. Steve cleaned him off and then lay down beside him.
"That was fucking incredible," Hank sighed. "I have had a few blow jobs, but that is the best ever. What you do with your throat...Oh shit, man!"
"My pleasure, Hank," Steve answered. "Let's hit the shower."
"But, you didn't..."
"Not to worry," Steve said. "I'll be fine."
The men got up and went to the large shower. Hank took the soap and rubbed Steve all over, exploring every inch of his body. Hank was enamored of Steve's solid, muscled physique and the wonderful crop of dark brown hair covering the front of his body. Then he bent down and spread Steve's ass crack open and saw how hairy and ripe it was. Hank leaned in and licked Steve's crack thoroughly before bringing the soap and gently washing every inch of Steve.
Steve returned the favor and used his hands to explore and scrub Hank's hot dad bod from head to toe. When they were finished they stepped out and walked out onto the patio to air dry their naked bodies. Finally, Steve went to grab his shorts and pull them back on. He told Hank he needed to go get dressed and they'd catch up later.
"Why do you need to get dressed?" Hank asked? "Do you have someplace to be today?"
"Well, I guess I really don't," Steve replied. "I have no schedule. I can do whatever I want ."
"Ok, then. How about scratching the clothes thing and being a little spontaneous?"
Steve shrugged, "What do you have in mind?"
Hank told him, "Look, I'll surprise you. Go back to your bungalow, take a dump, do whatever you need to do. I'll be over in about half an hour and we'll see where this day takes us!"
Steve gave Hank a quick hug and walked back to his own bungalow. ================================================================== END CHAPTER FIVE
Hope you enjoy this new storyline. It could be a very long, hot vacation for Steve. I'm anxious to see what happens next and what pops up for Steve. Let me know if you like the story. Thanks, Alan.
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