Oscar

It is a balmy Los Angeles night up in Runyon Canyon. A blanket of the LA Basin's city lights stretches for miles and miles. The full, Blue Moon shines its light on the trails as I hike up the hillside. An owl hoots in the distance, and another one hoots in response. There's next to nobody on the trail. It's the perfect setting for a night hike.

I'm in a pair of loose army green shorts and a white tank top, and going commando. I can feel the breeze as my dick swings as I walk. Every time I think consciously about it -- like now -- I get a semi-boner. Lying to the left, showing a nice big print. It feels very erotic.

I keep hiking up, watching my shadow from the moonlight. In the distance, I see the outline of a man coming down the hill. As he gets closer, I see that he's fairly muscular, about 5'10", 175 pounds and in his mid- to late-30s. Then I see some movement in his shorts. He's either freeballing too, or my imagination is playing games with me.

The trail narrows just before we walk past each other and I say 'good evening' to him and smile. Then, right as we pass each other, I feel his hand graze my crotch and I freeze in my tracks in shock. I turn around just as he stops and turns around, a big grin on his face, his perfect teeth gleaming in the moonlight. I cannot help smiling back, recovering from my shock.

He retraces his steps to me, as I am rooted to the spot, and comes up so close to me I can feel his breath. Then I feel his hand tracing the outline of my dick, which, by now is growing and getting harder by the second. Slowly my hand finds his throbbing cock as well, the back of my fingers feeling the outline of his ample endowment. That makes me harder. He gently releases my dick from my shorts and I gasp with relief.

I dig into his shorts and easily find his monster cock, which could easily have been 9"x7", by my reckoning. It was uncut and shaped like a torpedo, with the thickest point being the middle, ending in an arrow-shaped head. I can feeling it throbbing and getting harder with each of my hand strokes.

Then from the corner of my eye, I see the outline of someone in the distance heading towards us, so I alert him. He takes me by the hand and leads me behind a thick brush, where there's a big fallen tree trunk. It's out of the line of sight of any prying eyes from the trail. He pulls off my shorts and my eager dick springs to attention. This stranger (who I will later find out is called Oscar) gets me to sit on the log as he gets to his knees and begins sucking on my cock. His soft, warm and wet mouth envelopes my dick, giving me the most amazing sensations. He opens my legs wider and licks on my balls, sending electric shivers through my body.

When he slows down to catch his breath, I take off his shorts as well. I need to get a taste of this monster between his legs. His sits on the log and I get on my knees. I begin by sniffing around his crotch, the sweaty aroma making my head spin with excitement. When I wrap my wet lips around his dick -- that I can barely get my mouth around -- he lets out a loud gasp that I was afraid someone on the trail might hear. As I circle his shaft with my tongue, he moans even louder. I pull down on his low-hangers as I start sucking faster, trying not to graze him with my teeth. By his response, he definitely is enjoying it, and the smell of his sweaty crotch is making me more horny. I wonder what his ass-crack would taste like...

I begin to lick and suck on his balls -- which hang really low -- and continue on to his perineum. He leans back and raises his legs so I have full access to his butthole. I slowly and lightly use the tip of my tongue to circle the outline of his hole. He moans and squirms in delight. Slowly, I get my tongue in deeper and deeper, and I feel him opening up some more as his sphincter muscles relax. His hole feels soft and tastes amazing, and now my dick wants in on the action too.

I wet my dick, raise his legs and slide smoothly into the soft, wet, warm, and welcoming hole and go all the way in. My eyes roll back into their sockets. I hear him moan, "Fuuuuck". It feels intimate. It feels wild. It feels right. I hold it there for a moment to savor it. Then I feel his hole squeeze on my dick, as if to say 'get on with it'. I begin to fuck him. Slowly at first, taking in and enjoying the sensations, then gathering speed to a point where I can see he's really enjoying it -- his sweet spot. I fuck him in this medium-fast speed until he taps out.

"Let's switch," he says, and I'm happy to oblige. Much as I wanted to fuck his ass, I also wanted his dick in me. I support myself by holding on to the tree trunk, and open my legs. He comes behind me and begins to eat me out. His tongue must be extra long because I can feel it inside me, probing and opening me up, and lubing me up, making my toes curl. Oh, it feels soooo good!

He stands up to wet his cock for entry. I feel a sudden twinge of apprehension -- he could split me open with his cock. I wish I'd thought to carry lube with me. "Easy," I tell him, "This will be a tight fit". Without skipping a beat, he reaches into his shorts pocket and gets some lube! He came prepared... He squeezes a healthy dollop on his dick and some in my puckered hole, and we are ready to go at it.

He slowly presses the head in -- thank goodness he doesn't have a big head -- and carefully pushes the rest of it in, inch by precious inch. After the discomfort of the thick midsection, it feels fine. Soon, he is balls deep in me, all nine inches of him. Then he starts fucking me, forcing me deeper and deeper into the tree trunk. With every thrust, his low-hanging balls slap against my taint. He takes no prisoners. He fucks deep and hard, and save for his heavy breathing, makes no sound.

Soon, I don't hear the slapping of his balls against me as he fucks me. He must be getting close. I start stroking my dick frantically as he fucks me. Then his breathing gets shallower and higher-pitched. I'm certain he's going to blow his load soon. Then he whispers, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm coming....!" Right then, I feel his warm load shoot and hit my insides, but he doesn't stop fucking me, bringing me close to the edge. I stroke more frantically, bite my lip to keep from making any noise...and then I feel it. The volcano that starts in my head, shoots its way down to my perineum and threatens to break hell open. I take a very deep breath just before my dick explodes! It's seven shots of warm, creamy, white lava that hit the tree trunk, forming rivulets that find their way down towards the ground. Only then do I feel him slow down and stop fucking me.

Completely spent, we both collapse, still naked, on the tree trunk to catch our breath. Only then do we we start a conversation and share our names. I find out that we live pretty close to each other, so we exchange numbers and make plans to get together again.

I'll never think of Runyon Canyon the same again.