I was enjoying the sight of my engorged cock pushing its way into his smooth pink anus, the purple head disappearing into the tight ring with a grunt as I pushed harder and watched my shaft stretch his hole wider still.
His shirt was shucked up over his back, his jeans and undies pushed down to his knees, his legs as wide apart as he could manage as he leant up against the tree trunk, bent over with his arse on full display. How could I say no?
The day was sunny and warm and our walk had begun innocently enough, catching sight of each other as we approached the start of the bush track from opposite directions.
I’d seen him around town on occasion, always from a distance and always managing a second or third look; he was one of those. We nodded in silent recognition and I’d thought that was that as he headed up the track ahead of me, the back view as pleasing as the front. You know the way some men walk?
He was probably a good ten or more years younger than me, say mid to late 40s, with one of those solid builds betokening leaner (but not sexier) days. A mop of black hair and barely trimmed beard placed him firmly in my playbook, and his bum filled the seat of his jeans with no room for improvement. It moved nicely as he walked. I lost sight of him as the track curved around to the left and I had to tell myself not to speed up just to be disappointed.
Disappointment was not on the cards however as he came into view, discreetly but none too effectively positioned behind a large gum tree slightly off the track, somewhat ostentatiously unbuttoning his fly and making a meal of pulling his cock out for what I assumed would be a piss; the thought of which made my mouth water and my penis stiffen.
I guessed he’d been waiting for me to catch up and he gave me one of those heavy lidded looks as I came abreast of him, his beautiful tool on display in his hand. Take it or leave it. My smile gave me away as I left the track and followed him around to the back of the tree, an effective enough shield given our intent.
I was surprised, but not unpleasantly, when he let loose a stream of hot yellow piss, splashing it against the rough bark of the tree before aiming it on the ground just in front of me. He was similarly surprised, but not unpleasantly, when I bent down and caught his torrent in my mouth, gulping it down greedily and allowing the excess to flow down my chin and soak the front of my shirt.
When I’d had my fill and his stream trickled out, I stole the remaining drops from his wet slit before straightening up and licking my lips. It had taken an effort of will not to slip his rapidly hardening cock into my mouth, but something told me that he had other things on his mind, and I was keen to follow his lead.
“Fuck me please” he asked politely as he undid his belt and jeans and pushed them and his y-fronts down to his knees, turning his back to me and presenting his beautiful fur-covered arse to my gaze.
I’m nobody’s fool and I had my dick out of my pants faster than the eye could see. He turned to make sure that I was acceding to his request and smiled when he saw my tumescence, leaning down to smell its stink before spitting on it to ease the way in. He needn’t have worried with the amount of juice I leak.
Moving in behind him I spat on my fingers and found his smooth hole nestled in amongst the dark fur of his crack, sweat soaked with the warmth of the day. He groaned at the touch and pressed himself back onto my hand, encouraging my slick fingers to penetrate his ring, tight but definitely not impenetrable.
His passage was warm and moist and he gasped as I pushed two fingers all the way in to massage the soft nub of his prostate. His moans told me that I’d found the magic spot and my cock jerked and twitched in expectation of the pleasure to come. It felt good inside him, so I added another finger and held him there for a minute or two longer as he squirmed and tried to devour my hand.
“Fuck me now!” This time a command.
We were both ready and I withdrew my fingers, feeling his sphincter tighten around them as they made for the exit. With unseemly haste I undid my jeans and pushed them and my boxers down to my knees, trusting the beautiful old gum tree to do its duty.
I took my time massaging his extremely hairy buttocks (silky dark fur), parting them to reveal his ring, still settling after my invasion. Bending down I sniffed it, clean and loamy, flicking it with my tongue, sending a jolt through his body like an electric charge. I licked it again, this time lingering for a while, leaving enough saliva to ease my way in.
His large hairy balls were swinging heavily between his legs and I cupped them in my hand, pulling on them harder than I perhaps should, making him gasp in surprise. He didn’t tell me to stop though. His cock was semi hard but leaking thick ropes of precum which I smeared over his shaft before adding some to my already slippery pole.
Standing back up I quickly moved in and pressed my swollen knob against his twitching hole, my foreskin already fully retracted with the tightness of my erection. He moved back against me and I watched my prick slowly disappear into his beautiful bum. I always loved that moment.
Our rhythm was established immediately as he took control and moved his hips back and forth along my cock, sometimes allowing it to slide almost entirely out (but not quite), at other times holding its length firmly and completely inside his passage, his sphincter working on it like a tight fist.
I was transported and don’t know how long I was kept in that state of ecstasy before I felt something wet and cold sniffing at my butthole. I almost pulled out with the surprise (almost!), but managed to retain my equilibrium as I looked back and saw a large Siberian Husky sniffing around my bum.
“Sorry mate” came a voice from further back, “he can’t resist a nice arse.” Then a laugh, deep and good natured. “Neither can I!”
It’s not often that I’m at a loss, but I froze bush deep and way too close to ejaculation. My partner saved the day by turning his head slightly and bursting into a wide grin before greeting the new arrival like an old friend and continuing to move himself up and down the length of my shaft.
“Don’t worry, he’s a mate, he likes to watch. Hope that’s okay?”
It was okay by me, particularly when he ran his calloused fingers along my hairy crack, lingering at my sweaty hole before lifting them to his nose to sniff them appreciatively.
He clearly liked what he’d found as he began rubbing my buttocks, tenderly at first but with increasing vigour until the first hard slap signalled his intent. I almost yelled out in surprise, but there was enough pleasure in the grunt which escaped my lips for him to continue. The slaps which followed echoed dully around the trees and empty trail, causing a few magpies to look down from their high branches in that superior way of theirs.
Those slaps also released the pent-up spunk bubbling away in my balls and I unloaded into my new friend with a force that took me by surprise, my moans adding to the still air as I fell heavily against him, pushing my tool to its limit into his clutching passage. I could feel the force of his own ejaculation as his sphincter spasmed around my shaft with each spurt, his jizz spattering against the tree, running down the runnels of bark, thick and slow.
The mate who “liked to watch” demonstrated a wider interest by sprogging all over my bare bum, a quick glance behind revealing some nifty hand-work as he pulled on his handsome cut todger sticking out of his open fly, his heavy shaved balls bouncing rhythmically to his steady beat.
I was vaguely hoping that he’d lick my buttocks clean, and as if he’d read my thoughts his tongue travelled across first one cheek and then the other, savouring his juice as it lay entangled in my butt hair while I lay spent and happy against the back of his friend.
The dog was happily licking its own butt under the shade of a nearby gum, blissfully unaware of (or disinterested in) the foibles of its human masters.
