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During a vacation to the Gulf Coast east of Destin, Florida, I decided to go get some exercise (among other things) while my wife and grandkids were down at the beach. I learned from an Internet search that Walton County had developed a system of recreational trails in a nearby state forest. I selected a trail that had a three mile loop, and drove to the small gravel parking area at the trailhead. It was generally unimproved, except for a couple of picnic tables and a privy-type toilet. Fortunately, the parking area was within sight of the main road, so I felt my car was reasonably safe from vandalism. Before I proceed, I should share a little about myself. I am a married, middle-aged guy, professionally employed, with a large family. I try to stay in shape with regular exercise (the topic of this account). And yes, I am sexually attracted to men, so much so that even on family outings, I am conscious of opportunities for a discrete encounter. That was certainly on my mind when I scheduled this excursion. Anyway, when I arrived at the trailhead, I noticed one other car parked in the lot and a late middle-aged guy in casual clothes sitting in the shade at one of the tables. I always wonder in such situations why Avrupa yakası escort bayan unaccompanied men would be loitering. Since the other visitor did not appear to be dressed for running or hiking, I assumed he might be possibly there for either drugs or sex. From his appearance, I was willing to bet on the latter, and I was excited at the chance of a casual hook-up. I exited the car and went over to the unoccupied table to do some stretching exercises, ostensibly to prepare for jogging on the trail. I was wearing a thin cropped top and nylon running shorts, with nothing underneath other than a tight elastic band around the base of my balls and cock that made my cock project outward in the front of my shorts. I performed the stretching in full view of the stranger using moves that were rather provocative. When I finished, I went over to him to inquire about the trail, assuming he was familiar with the area. He was a little overweight and balding with a nearly trimmed goatee. He seemed normal enough and quite friendly. He told me that the trail went through sections of open field alternating with sections of pine or scrub oak thickets, with dense palmetto undercover. Escort Ataköy He described the trail as well marked and in good condition. As he spoke, I noticed his gaze periodically dropping to the prominent tent in the front of my shorts. He finally added, with somewhat of a sly grin, that there were some unmarked, dead end side trails into some of the thickets. I thanked him and headed over to the trailhead. I pondered his last remark as I approached the beginning of the trail. Perhaps it was a suggestion that a short side trip into a thicket would be a worthwhile excursion. I decided to take a chance. Since there was no one else there, what did I have to lose. I walked down the trail about fifty yards and stopped just before the trail turned and disappeared from sight of the table. At that point I turned to face him (he was looking my way), pulled off my top, and removed my shorts so I was completely naked. I then slowly walked on down the trail, clothes in hand. As an aside, I like to jog and hike in the nude whenever I can, assuming favorable weather and a sufficiently secluded trail. So, it would be perfectly normal for me to shed my clothes on a trail like this.* Şirinevler escort After going another fifty yards or so. I approached the first pine and palmetto thicket, and as he had indicated, I saw a narrow side path leading into it. I hung my top on a branch by the side trail in case he decided to follow, and walked into the thicket. The narrow path meandered fifty feet or so, ending in a small clearing. In it were some items of discarded clothing and a folding beach chair (how convenient). I stood in front of the chair with my back to path, stroking myself to a firm erection. There I waited, hoping...* After a few moments, I heard footsteps slowly approaching me from behind. I didn?t turn, but continued my stroking. The touch of hands on my back and sides sent chills over me. While one hand caressed my exposed ass, and the other hand slipped around me and replaced my hand, taking over my jerking. My visitor moved around in front of me and sat down on the beach chair. Leaning back, he pulled me towards him, having me straddle the chair over his face. He looked up and began to lick my throbbing cock. I groaned aloud as he sucked the swollen, oozing knob into his mouth. At that point he literally devoured me. He was very good, and I could tell he had no intention of letting up until he obtained his reward. I am quite verbal, and I let him know in no uncertain terms that what he was doing was giving me great pleasure. My legs were quivering in my awkward position, but the erotic sensations between my legs kept me from moving.