I met Walt a few months back at the local park. We have been running together and became acquainted with each other more and more every time we ran.
He was newly divorced and I think he was alittle jealous of my 15 year marriage working out so well.
You see Walt had only been married for a year when he found out his wife was seeing another guy. Some asshole at work. That realy tore Walt apart.
Anyway, I had mentioned after a run one day that I was into kayaking. Walt said he had always wanted to try. I had an old kayak he could use I told him. With that in mind we agreed to meet the following Saturday morning.
The sun was shining that morning as I got the kayaking gear together and met Walt down by the lake. He was in an unusually loose pair of running shorts and a t-shirt.
He told me he hadn't worn any underwear because of some chaffing from running to much. I understood. I had done the same on occasion.
As we got underway Walt got the hang of it easily. After awhile of paddling through a series of narrow, shallow canals, way out of the way, Walt wanted to stop to catch his breath, You see it was mid-July, and in south Florida it was hot and humid by 9:00 in the morning. I think we both needed a break.
We both paddled to shore and pulled our kayaks up on the beach and dove in the water. Damn it was refreshing. We swam around a bit and got out. That's when I first noticed Walt in a different eye.
Up until then I wouldn't have even given a guy a second look, but you see the loose running shorts he had worn were wet and against his thigh. Not that I was looking, but I couldn't help but notice the outline of his cut cock. Damn, I bet this guy could satisfy the ladies.
There wasn't much of a view around us. Just alot of scrub palms and the narrow canal we came down.
Well, anyway, as we started talking about different things, women and such I saw the outline of his cock again.
I was sitting in the sand and Walt had pulled over a kayak sitting on it's side.
Then the inevitable happened. Walt caught me looking at his crotch. He had been moving his legs back and forth in front of me about 10 feet away. Walt was talking, but I didn't hear him. I looked up and he was looking back into my eyes.....busted!
He didn't say a word about it, and I tried to play it off. He kept on talking about an old girl friend or something. I was oblivious to what he was saying by now.
By now his hardening cock had inched it's way down his open shorts, and his head was in view.