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Sunny Summer Stroke

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 27 Sep 2000 2 comments
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by I-A-DickStroker It was a typical, hot Summer day in Los Angeles. I was not working this week day, and decided to get some fresh air and exercise by hiking one of the trails in a local park, known for its' proclivities to solo action and gay sex. It took about an hour for me to hike to one of the numerous peaks. My swinging dick in my shorts ached for some fresh air. Finding a secluded spot among several bushes, I put down my backpack and pealed off my shorts. Not wearing a jock or underwear, my cut dick became semi-hard with the freedom. I didn't see anyone around, and could easily watch the path for any other hikers coming to the area. Lazily, I cupped my hand around my hairy distended ballsac and lie back on the ground to enjoy the heat of the sun. My six inch dick was soft on my thighs as I closed my eyes enjoying the heat of the sun spreading across my naked body. Engrossed, I didn't hear the footsteps of another hiker walking my way! I felt a hand, furtive and gentle, caress my leg and continue up to the base of my soft dick. I opened my eyes and half sat up. I saw a man, in his mid-30's with curling black hair, squatting in front of me. He placed a single finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhhhhh!." He fondled my hardening dick, and massaged my balls. Blood flowed into my cock. Soon, it was pulsing and standing at full attention. I felt the wind softly brush against my body as his hand enveloped my hard-on. We didn't speak. I watched as his hand glided up and down my shaft, and felt the heat of the sun warming my naked body. He sat next to me, sharing my blanket, and stroked silently and urgently. My dick swelled and leaked pre-cum. My breathing was heavy and labored. The surrounding birds sang exultations. His hand, tight around my throbbing dick, slid faster and faster up and down. The head was became purple, and without realizing it, I began to thrust my pelvis into his fist. His fingers rubbed the area just under my balls, but never entered my manhole. His thumb spread my precum across my dickhead, and I cried out...in anguish as well as lust. There it was, the point of inevitability. My back arched. The heat of the day caused sweat to pour off of my skin, making me slicker then before. His hand beat like a piston, and then... I couldn't help it! Like a wild animal in the forest, I yelled in agony, the hot, fluid sex-agony that comes with shooting a heavy load. Cum blasted out of my dick and landed in wet pools on my chest and stomach. My body was shaking, and the last drops of manmilk dripped into my bellybutton. My "handyman" then rubbed my juice into the very pores of my hot body, sliding across hard nipples and soft belly. He rubbed my spermload into my just-drained balls and across my softening dick. I could smell the acrid scent of my own body mingling with the sweet/sour smell of sperm. I lie back down, and felt him tenderly kiss my dickslit. Before I could even say "Thank you," he disappeared into the heavy brush. I allowed the sun to dry the cum on my body before dressing, and walking back down the hill. I never did see that hiker again, 'though I've gone back many, many times to the same spot. When I jack off now, this is the story I replay in my mind, and try to have my hand match his feel, his stroke. I wish I knew how to connect with him, to make it happen again!