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by Gene I had met a man in his later 30's via cyber space and he was rather timid because he was just coming out of a very abusive relationship. We had a lot in common from interests and education that brought us together even though I am white and he is black. He likes white males but this had been used over him as a club by his former lover who called him a bitch unfit to be in the company of men who fucked guys like him. Do not want to dwell on this but it was the reason that I wanted our friendship to develop before anything sexual did. We agreed after much writing to take a hike together. I chose a beautiful stretch of the James River where there is a trail on a horseshoe bend that allows you to park the car and hike almost in a circle back to the car. It has a variety of terrain from fields, to woods, to river bank and high bluffs. It was a Missouri August--hot and muggy when we parked the car. We were both in shorts and tee shirts and hiking shoes. It was not long as we crossed the meadow with a full sun on us until we had the shirts off. It also gave us a chance to admire each other. I am a stocky, 60 year old balding man with lots of salt and pepper fur. Bob was a cafe au lait black man, slim and trim showing his gymnastic past in college. His body in particular was soon glistening with sweat which dripped around his firm pecs and down his back into the crack of his ass, hidden by his shorts. A sudden fierce thunder storm came up and it started to pour. We stood under a tree, because both of us did not want to hike the remaining five miles in soggy shorts and jocks. I pointed out that we had not seen another car in the parking lot nor anyone on the trail, so why not strip to our jocks and put our clothes in the backpacks. When I got to my jock I said what the hell and took it off too. Bob stared at my small cock. I am only two inches soft but a respectable 6 when hard and about 6 inches around as well. I laughed and said, "Hope you don't mind but I do know what to do with it." I also dared him not to be shy. He asked, "What would happen to a naked black man found on a trail in South Missouri?" "Who gives a shit? We'll hide or be hided together." So he took off his white string bikini and I saw his long, thin black circumcised cock. He was a beautiful specimen and a damned nice buddy. I could see this developing into something good. We walked by the river smelling the shower and watching the water course off of my balding head and into my eyes. It ran it rivulets down his tight body and around his bubble buns that rose and pulsed with every step. The light and play of shadows on his butt was poetry in action. Finally we got to the bluff and just off the trail is a huge flat rock that allows a view of the river and the adjacent farmland valley. As we had climbed up to this, Bob was ahead of me and as he climbed his large bag of nuts hung like a candy store ready to provision his prick. The rain had slacked and I suggested that we sit on the bluff, enjoy the view and take a drink. As we handed the bottle of water back and forth drinking, I remarked that his lips left a great taste. I simply leaned over and kissed his mouth. We lay back with his head on my shoulder and him nestled into my arms while the sun dried us. The smell of ozone is like an aphrodisiac. My fuck stick was now at full erection. It wanted action and the helmet was a throbbing red blaster that wanted satisfaction, but I had swore that I would not put the moves on Bob until he indicated that he was ready.. He too was thickening. We held each other and I stroked his black hair as we talked about his previous lover who preached that he was a man because he would not be fucked, and how Bob was a fem because he was the fuckee. Our hands roamed over each others bodies. He stroked my fur and I rubbed his brown chest and dark nipples. We stared down on canoes laden with nearly naked people enjoying nature. Bob's ten slim inches of brown sausage showed he was aroused. But I still felt that he was fearful of me, of relationships and of being caught naked and having sex out in the open.. We had seen a couple making out in the canoe and I said we are only doing what they are doing so what the hell. By this time we had established that I am a rather dominant person. My hairiness and size and my attitudes make me a take charge kind of guy. Bob respected this, but he needed self-respect. How could I seduce him? I suggested that my shoulder muscles were sore from the backpack so why didn't I roll on my belly and he give me a massage. He got astride my hips but I moved him back so that man meat was lying in between my buns. As he massaged and moved his ass back and forward his sausage licked my chute and leaked against it. I requested that he lie down on my back and kiss my turned mouth. Our tongues met. I had gotten a tube of KY and a condom out of my backpack and said "Please fuck me!" He was shocked. A protest came from his lips but I kissed it silent. "I like you buddy and I want to share my body with you. It is as simple as that. There are no head games here. Who gives damn about what is feminine or masculine? I just want to feel us connected and right now you are on top with a stiff dick and it is poking my ass lips making them kiss back." I rolled the condom on that beautiful penis and as I did I wiped off some precum which I wiped under my nose. It smelled so musky and hot. He put KY on his long brown latex covered poke rod and put the circumcised head that looked like a large blue plum at the opening to my being. I raised my hips and the head broke into my inner ring. I am not usually the fuckee and my ass is tight. He had to begin a fucking motion that gradually slipped all ten inches into my butt. I do not know why I do not get fucked more. I love feeling the full feeling but even more the feeling of being loved my another man who is making love to me. In this case it was particularly right because Bob needed to be reassured that real men do take it up the ass. He kissed my shoulders, my neck, my hair. I felt his tender licking up and down my back. My hard cock was being squeezed against the rock so I raised my butt higher leaving my head down and cradled in my arms. Bob raised up on his knees and began to fuck me with firm muscular, manly thrusts. I was in heaven even when I smelled some of my gas escape on an outward pull. Bob laughed as he yelled here comes the stopper. Our sweat lubed my back and his belly. Finally he held my hips against his pubic bone and hair. I could feel his cock swell and throb as he dropped his man seed into me. Then he collapsed on my back. We lay there heaving and then he began to cry and tell me how great it was. His schlong slipped out of me and we rolled over with me on top where I could kiss his eyes and mouth. I told him that this was what a real relationship was like; it was as much giving as taking. We finished our water and decided to walk down to the river and swim and clean off the cum, some of my fudge from his dick and the sweat. In fact we played twist dick and grab nuts in the water like two kids. At 60 your cock does not stay up for hours and mine had deflated during the fuck and walk, but now it arose. We got on the sandy shore and Bob began to suck my dick while I stood above him. The heat was rising between us when the couple we had see fucking came buck naked out of the woods. Bob and I semi covered ourselves but that was futile. They laughed and shouted to go ahead. They had been watching us and gotten horny again. There was a moment of indecision. The woman dropped to her knees and began to suck her man's prick. He soon pulled her down and began to eat her pussy. Hearing their slurping, moans and groans, led Bob and I to lay on the sand and begin to 69. My cock was feeling good from his ministrations and I was in heaven licking that purple head and pushing the skin back with my lips. His is the longest dick that I have ever sucked but its limited girth made it possible to swallow the whole thing. He smelled so fresh from the water and yet had his own musky odor. When he got ready to cum, he stopped long strokes and began rapid quick fucking motions as he fired his seed into my mouth. I came shortly after and we moved around to kiss and share our remaining mouth load of cum with each other. We needed to finish our hike so we stood, went to the river and washed off the sand; put on shoes and then waved at the couple on the opposite bank. It was almost a thing of beauty as we made homosexual and heterosexual love out in the open with no guilt.. They waved but continued their oral sex as we walked away. As we got back towards the car, Bob suggested that we dress. I told him that I felt so free and good to be naked with him that I would walk naked until I saw someone. He indicated that he was afraid. I suggested that he put back on his white string underwear, but I was going naked. I made my suggested because I liked watching the contrast of the white of his ass and the brown of his body almost as well as when it was naked. There was one other car in the lot and no one around. We laid our clothes up front and put the backpacks in the rear. As we got in and drove off I told Bob that I hoped that this was the beginning of many adventures together. My name is Gene and you can e-mail me at Hairybear36@hotmail.com. Write me if you also like exhibitionism and sex. I am located in Southwest Missouri.