"Oh my God, do you remember this place?" Jim asked.
He was a good ten yards ahead of me. Even now at thirty, my old friend could still outrun me. He didn't even look worn out from our five mile jog. Only a few dark circles under each arm indicated he had even exerted himself. I, on the other hand, was wheezing when I finally caught up to him.
Jim stood before a large clump of trees. It wasn't like our town was so big I didn't know every corner of it as well as my own living room. I knew why he was pointing out this seemingly innocuous spot and I could feel my face redden. I knew where the conversation was headed.
"Uh yeah, of course." I said. "It has always had a special place in my heart."
Jim laughed, almost embarrassed, as though he just remembered. I wasn't fooled. The question had not been innocent.
The woods themselves were not so interesting. What they hid deeper inside was what made two grown men suddenly turn shy and avoid eye contact. I had wondered why Jim had deviated from our normal course and headed to this overlooked and dingy business park. Was he regretting this impulse? I looked at him with curiosity.
Jim was not traditionally handsome. He had a rough doughy sort of face, dominated by a nose that had been broken no less than four times. But when he smiled, he lit up, and I wasn't the only one who would feel a sudden warm affection for the gentle brute.
Getting past the face, however, Jim was absolute perfection. He had been a boxer throughout college and his body was rock hard - as hard as I was getting thinking about what was beyond the woods. Enough of this. If he couldn't finish what he started, I was going do it for him.
I said nothing as I ducked in among the trees. I didn't even look back to see if Jim followed, but of course I knew he would. Sure enough, when I emerged from the thickest of the trees on the other end, I soon heard him stumble up behind me.
"Wow, it's exactly as I remembered it." he said.
The trees were much thinner here. We stood before a rusty, collapsing chain link fence. Old railroad tracks ran through gravel on the other side. We studied them for a moment in silence.
This had been our hangout more than half our lifetime ago. Our friendship had been built out here and those railroad tracks had been a big part of that. I glanced at two trees that stood near the fence. They were still there. I looked to see Jim studying the very spot.
He smiled. "Some things never change."
Now what? I looked back to the trees. "You think it still works?"
Jim stiffened. "Well yeah. It's just physics, right?"
His breathing gave him away. The fucker was getting as excited as I was. I had to push it.
"I'm game if you are. It's been what...fifteen years?"
Jim was shocked. "At least," he practically whispered. He suddenly smiled, which of course just made me melt.
"Okay, bud," he said, "we're probably overdue."
Jim slipped his hand under the edges of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. I looked at his exposed bare chest. He was hairless other than the light brought patches under each arm. He had large oval shaped nipples, now pinched to the size of pencil erasers after having been caressed by the soft fabric of the shirt. His pecks stood out over his slim abdomen, rippled from years of sparring in the ring.
I followed suit. He looked me over as I had at him. As teenagers we would never stare so openly at each other's bodies when we got ready for our "ritual" as we called it then. Now, however, he looked appreciatively at my torso.
"You look good, Aaron," he said. "The gym's paying off."
I had a thin patch of black hair on my upper chest, a triangle that rested between two hair-encircled nipples. My body wasn't as chiseled as Jim's, but I was feeling excited by his attention. I shuddered as he ran a hand down my chest, gently caressing my belly. I could feel my swelling cock push against the fabric of my running shorts. We had never done anything close to this.
I ran my own hand across Jim's pectorals, lightly fingering his nipples which stiffened under my touch. Jim sighed deeply. He hooked his fingers under his shorts.
"Okay, then. It's almost eleven-oh-five. Better get cracking."
I laughed. We weren't pretending this was just an impromptu trip down memory lane any more.
Jim walked to one of the trees, HIS tree, and with a quick tug, his shorts and underwear were yanked down to his ankles. I took in the view of his ass as he bent down to pull the shorts off his feet. He had the most firm buttocks I'd ever seen , as hairless as his chest. Bent over in this way, I caught a brief glimpse of his anus, puckered as his ass checks stretched wide.
He stood and turned to give me a full view of his erect cock. It was darker than the rest of him, curving upwards to a point seven inches from his body, ending in a purplish bell-shaped head. A thick patch of light brown hair encircled the base and two large healthy balls bounced below his thick shaft. It had to be said: My friend Jim had a fantastic penis.
My hand were shaking as I pulled off my own shorts and underwear. I showed far less flair than Jim had. I had to sit down to extricate my feet from them, Jim chuckling all the while, never taking his eyes off my own member. I finally took my place by the tree. My cock was actually bigger than Jim's I was pleased to note. I had black pubic hair that I had shaved down to a light fuzz. Jim noticed immediately. "Wow, shaving the pubes makes the dick look bigger, doesn't it? I should try it." My penis twitched at that. I could have come on the spot.
