GP and I have been friends for about five years. I met him one beautiful afternoon in the woods along the Palisades, a wooded refuge that runs alongside the Hudson. The Palisades have never been developed thanks to the efforts of JD Rockefeller who, when looking across the Hudson, wanted an unobstructed view of the natural landscape of the rough hewn rocks and cliffs that spill down into the river. I’m sure the old tycoon had no idea at the time that he also created a sanctuary for guys who love to play around in the woods.
There are many parks and trails that traverse this rocky slope and it was there that I first met GP. I’ll admit that I chose running on this trail because of the hot runners and cyclists who frequent the tree-covered routes. When I run, I often zone-out to music or thinking about the everyday shit and am happily interrupted by a hard bodied man, sweating and exerting himself.
GP has the classic looks of an Italian or Greek guy – olive skin tone, dark curly hair, strong masculine jaw, full lips and eyes that are playful and full of mischief. He was wearing a pair of bright yellow skimpy running shorts, a full dense forrest of tightly curled hair covering his pecs and stomach. My first though as he passed by me running in the other direction was whether he was cut or uncut. His eye caught mine and we both turned as we passed each other. He turned around and started to run backwards and I laughed at how fast he was going and the idea that he might trip in an effort to check out my ass.
I love when a connection is that strong and that fast. It wasn’t long before we were chatting, wiping the sweat off our chests and our dicks were stiffening in our wet shorts. He knew the side trails better than me and lead me down a narrow, heavily shaded path toward the river. I could see the liner in his running shorts barely contained his ass as the fabric of the shorts was really, really short.
We reached a large tree that had fallen ages ago and in it’s resting place, provided cover for two sweaty men intent on exploring each other.
His lips were soft and moist and his tongue fell into my mouth so naturally. It was almost as if his tongue was massaging mine. His hands were groping my ass and I could feel his pecs rubbing mine.
We made out long enough for me to begin to wonder whom was going to drop a knee and explore what our shorts could barely contain.
My turn first. His silky smooth shaft slid into my mouth and I went down far enough on him to inhale the scent on his nuts. In this, our first encounter, I would concentrate on his cock and begin edging him and learned the cadence in the movements of his hips, when I felt his hands on the back of my head and when the muscles in his thighs began to tense up – information I would store away in my memory for later encounters with him.
When he took his turn, he engulfed my cock so fluidly; it felt like my shaft was melting in his smooth, wet suctioning mouth. He struggled with my thickness, but his soft lips more than compensated for his inability to take me all the way down his throat.
We would break periodically, kissing, groping and at one point when I began to explore his ass with my fingers.
GP shoots shots of blinding white cream whether he is standing or sitting, it always jettisons straight out.
We’ve known each other a long time and our encounters have become more intense with time, but I’ll always remember the first time I met this hot runner on the trail.
