It was one of those rare days when the air was fresh, the previous nights rainfall had left every leaf and tree clean and the hiking paths a bit wet.
They say you should always go hiking in pairs or groups especially with wild life appearances lately but I ignored that and went off on my own letting the air chill my bare chest, the branches swipe against my bare legs wearing only my hiking shorts boots and a small back pack.
I used a stick I picked up to walk with, not because I needed it, but at least I had it just in case some small animal or snake decided to share my path.
I hiked fast at first wanting the sweat to bead up on my body...and as I climbed higher and higher I slowed down to enjoy the scenery more. Standing on one hill I could see the tree lines below me, the high way further down the hills and here and there dots of other hikers enjoying the day as was I.
I rested and then decided to try to get further away from civilization walking into the thicker brush and on less traveled paths.
It must have been two or three hours later that I used my binoculors to peer around me, to decide where next to go. I saw him. A young male sitting on a rock down the hill. Despite the partial blocking of branches and tree trunks I was able to watch him for awhile.
He had removed his boots and shirt and was sitting on the rock smoking what looked like a joint. At least the way he held it made me believe it was a joint. But he didn't pass it to anyone so I presumed he was alone.
He stretched and let out a sound which I could not hear so much as see. He lay back on the rock letting his smooth torso stretch out. I could almost reach out and lightly run my fingers across his skin, pausing to gently pull on the nipples which had already risen to point.
But I was too far for that. He was sexy to watch but didn't seem to be moving so I almost dropped my binoculars then decided to unzip my fly and stroke myself while I watch him and imagined him on his knees in front of me.
My cock was hard already having reacted to the sight of him. My hand liesurely stroked, not really caring if I came or not, just wanting the mometnary pleasures of being stroked.
I stopped however when I saw his hand move to his crotch. It unbuttoned his shorts, similar to the ones I wore. He bared his jockstrap as he pulled his shorts down and lay there for a moment.
I imagined my teeth pulling the pouch aside so I could have access to his ballsac and penis, to slober them with my salava lubricant that would enable my lips to tighten and slide on the erection until he begged me to stop, not meaning it.
My pissslit was wet then. I felt the little expulsions of precum and as usual I brought some to my lips. I wondered if his tasted as sweet.
As I manipulated my cock head and continued to watch him, he pulled his jockstrap off and now lay on the rock quite naked. There was little if any pubic hair. I started at this thinking the lad was much to young to be thought of as sexy. I considered stopping my vigile less some moral authority declare me the type of pervert that all right wingers think we gays are.
But then his fingers pulled on some hair, sparse as it was. His hands pulled on his ballsac and finally his erecting penis declared his intentions.
His hands were busy sliding all over his body and thighs. His fingers pulled the very nipples I had only moments before imagined tugging.
He licked the palm of his hand and moved to his curved hard cock to begin the stroking I would have gladly done for him. And he writhed, gasped, stretched, widened his legs as he continued the journey we all undertake as often as our bodies allow.
My own hand was mimicing his as I wanted to feel what he was feeling. He stroked slow and I did the same. He palmed the tip of his cock and I did too. He pinched a nipple and I did until it hurt.
He had the advantage of using both hands while one of my hands held the binoculor and the other was challenged to immitate his two hand activity. But I kept up, I had to, there was no turning back. Even if suddenly a nearby hiker would approach, they would have to either ignore me or watch, I would not stop, I couldn't.
I was his stomach tighten, he curled up his torso and his open mouth told me that esctasy was near for him and me.
His young smooth penis looked like a fountain in some European city square as it spit out a arch of fluid again and again.
I didn't look at my own cock but felt it too shooting out sperm. Somehow he was still ejaculating after my last spurt and I admired the energy and volume of his youth.
He lay there exhausted, the sun immediately baking the puddles and streams of wetness that covered that smooth body. His hand still held the softened penis as if too tired to move away.
I continued to watch wishing I was there to lick him dry, to hold those empty testicles while they recovered and immediately began to manufactor the next batch of sperm the boy would spit out.
Again I was about to drop the binoculars when he moved his hand, sliding it up his body wiping the wetness that was left there and then put his fingers in his mouth. My cock stired seeing him lick each finger of his own sperm then wiping his body to get more.
He scooped up a puddle just above his spent penis and ate that too, then stood and stretched revealing his tight buttocks. And alas, pulled his jock strap back into place and his shorts to cover the smooth globes that I had only been able to see briefly.
He looked around and for an instant, I thought he looked at me. But I didn't turn away or take the binoculars away. I was too far, I said, for him to see me through the bushes and branches.
He shouldered his back pack and moved away.
I couldn't move. My cock still bared was hard again. I found a patch of grass nearby and lay on it, removing my shorts entirely and boots. Laying naked in the sun like that with an erection made me feel free, one with nature and I replayed the visions of the boy I had in my head immitating his every move on my body.
I had hair where he did not, but I slid my hands over myself just as smoothly. My nipples were erect and begged for tugging. I ignored the gold ring I had in one and pinched the flesh instead making me beg for more.
My balls thought empty were full and felt fat to my hands as I stroked them, pulled on them and played with them. My thick stalk dried already from the sun felt the rough dry grip of my hands as I began my own journey..one which I didn't want to take too fast.
I turned so my finger woud find my backside and add pleasure to my other hands stroking. I must have looked silly like that arching my back, bending a leg, fingering myself and jacking my cock.
Soon, much too soon, my body took over and I was shooting out stream upon stream into the nearby grass. I went on by back and lay there in the sun. I rememberd what he had done and I wiped some drops from my softening cock and brought it to my mouth wondering what his tasted like as I swallowed the familar tasting sperm.
I lay there relaxed.
"Mind if I join you?" the voice startled me taking me away from the near sleep state.
Above me was a shadow with the sun behind it. He had taken his back pack off and was unbuttoning his shorts.
"Uh no" I stammered not sure who it was.
He was naked now and laying next to me. I turned to my side to see the same smooth skin I had watched through my binoculars earlier.
"It's great out here isn't it?" He said without looking towards me.
I reached over and put my hand on his chest. He sighed. I tugged on his nipples and he sighed again.
His penis was getting hard.
And mine was too.