Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 07:22:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Jim Walton <jimw94596@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Lunch and a Walk on the Trail" - Second story Submittal

Jim Walton
jimw94596@yahoo.com
Second story submittal after "Spring Stud"


I. Introduction:

	A number of you have written to me about my first
story, "Spring Stud." Thanks for your kind words.

	As mentioned in the story, I'm married. Have no plans
to ever change that. I like being married. I have a
kid. He's a teenager. I like being his Father.....
MOST days!

	No one in my work or family lives has the slightest
clue that I am bi. It's a totally private part of my
life. I plan to keep it that way.

	Since the day I admitted to myself that I was
bi.....probably twenty years ago......I have led a
very active and interesting play life with other men.
I have had many "fly by" encounters, but have kept all
of these guys at a safe distance. I wanted them for
play time, not for love. I have plenty of love at
home. Didn't want to ever complicate my life that way.
I enjoy knowing  that I'm NOT the only bi, married,
hairy guy in the world who plays a "trollop" from time
to time.

	Here's the first installment of a series of stories
that will be coming along. I hope you enjoy reading
about it half as much as I've enjoyed the thrill of
the adventure.



            LUNCH AND A WALK ON THE TRAIL

	I finally summoned the courage to run an ad on the
net, describing myself and my interests. I wanted to
find a buddy, preferably another married guy, someone
with kids, too. I really dig other hairy guys who are
into the outdoors. I'm no body builder, but I try to
stay in reasonable shape. Hard because I LOVE to cook
and to eat good food. It's an addiction! Even the
smell of food causes me to gain ten pounds.

	To my surprise I received a lot of responses. I tried
to sort through each of them, logically. Connected
with a number of guys. Met a few, played a little,
enjoyed myself, and figured that this was all pretty
fun.

	Then something very different happened. A guy
answered my ad with ALL the right questions and ALL
the right answers. He was almost too perfect. We even
shared the same first name. He was married, had kids,
said he enjoyed being married, and has known he was bi
since college. His writing seemed very casual,
relaxed, and he came across as totally at ease with
his life. I have been known to lay guilt trips on
myself from time to time concerning my relationships
with guys. Hearing him sound so nonchalant about it
all was refreshingly appealing to me.

	We started writing back and forth, and before I knew
it we arranged to meet for lunch one day.

	We agreed to meet in front of his office. He told me
he worked on the second floor of the building and
could see my car when I pulled up. I was pretty
excited. His voice on the phone had an unsettling
effect on me. There was not the slightest hint of an
ego trip hiding behind it. He sounded kind, gentle,
warm, professional, masculine. He sounded fucking hot.
I had no idea at the time how just hearing his message
on voice mail would soon begin to cause me such
incredible delight.

	I drove to his office, parked outside and waited. I
watched the main lobby through glass entry doors. High
walls of windows illuminated a brass railed stairway
leading to the second story of the building. Soon, I
saw a man walking...... no, he was bounding down the
stairs. He was wearing jeans and a casual sport shirt.
My heart started pounding. "Why am I feeling so
funny?" I thought."Heck. I've met lots of guys this
way before. What's my problem?" This was just a very
different first meeting.

	As he pushed open the doors, he looked toward me and
smiled the biggest, friendliest ear to ear grin that I
can ever remember receiving. I caught my breath and
smiled back feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

	Shoot! He was cute. About six feet tall, thick black
hair, dark eyebrows, and a pair of big brown eyes that
sparkled in the sun and looked right into my face from
thirty feet away. He didn't walk toward me......he
actually bounced in my direction with his feet barely
touching the ground.

	He opened the door and got in the car. He turned and
shook my outstretched hand. "Hi. I'm Jim." he said,
staring at me from head to toe. All I could look at
was his hot mustache, carefully sculpted around his
mouth and neatly trimmed.

	"Great to meet another Jim!" I stammered. I wondered
if he could tell how nervous I was. It was 95 degrees
outside that August day. I was sweating bullets even
though the inside of my car was cool. As his hand
reached out to shake mine I became aware of the thick
black hair covering his arms and fingers. It even grew
down his wrists and across his hands. I could feel my
heart rate quickening and my cock stiffening inside my
pants.

	The top button of his plaid shirt was open  and
gorgeous black chest hair stuck up near the edge of
his collar."This is one handsome, hairy guy." I
thought to myself. "I wonder what's under that shirt,
and what's inside those jeans?"

	 His hair was sprinkled with small saltings of grey,
making him look extremely distinguished. He told me he
was 45, but he looked ten years younger. Jim's hair
glistened in the sunlight. (When he does one day turn
fully grey, it will be that hot steel color that I
find to be such an incredible turn on.)

	We went to a hamburger place for lunch. He ordered a
burger, fries, and coke.......but all I could do was
get an iced tea. I knew I'd throw up if I ate anything
more. My stomach was racing around in my throat. "Why
was I feeling this way?"

	 I told him that I'd been on a diet and had lost a
lot of weight and was eating very carefully. (This is
all true......well most of it was true, anyway!)

	We talked during lunch about jobs and families,
things we liked doing, and then we started sharing
some of the escapades we had had with other men.It was
very clear that neither of us was an innocent. We both
talked pretty openly. Odd for me. I'm always much more
guarded around strangers. Heck. I'm even pretty
guarded around the people I know well. But, with Jim I
felt at ease and comfortable, and I blathered away.

	He finished his burger and sat back and looked at me
with a sexy glint in his eyes. I eyed him the same
way. We both smiled and got up to go to the car.

	"Want to go for a walk on the trail?" he mentioned
casually.

	"That would be fine." I replied. Hell. I really
wanted to say, "That would be absolutely, incredibly,
fucking fine, Bud."

	We walked along a jogging / bike trail in the middle
of this suburban community. Jim found a sheltered area
under some trees along a creek. I got the distinct
impression that he had been in this spot with one or
more guys before. Quite funny. I was totally turned on
watching him and wondering about his other adventures.
I enjoyed the thought of being his "fresh meat" for
the day as well. He most certainly would be mine.

	We walked down a hill. He put his arm around me and
pulled me toward him. He began kissing me deeply,
passionately. He started moaning softly the deeper his
tongue plunged into me. To my surprise I found my
shirt completely unbuttoned and untucked. "How the
hell did he do that?" I thought.

	I unbuttoned his shirt but felt pretty clumsy trying
to get his buttons loose. Heck. If this was a
competition, I would have lost instantly. The guy
could move. His hands were light and quick, just like
the strut of his walk. I felt his arms move around my
body, touching and rubbing my hairy chest. He sunk his
mouth into my nipples and rubbed his moustache and
lips around the tips, nibbling here and there. I was
so fucking turned on.

	Then his hands went down to my zipper. Mine did the
same to his, and I freed a gorgeous, hairy cock from
inside his briefs.

	"A smooth, silky cock like that should get a little
air on such a hot day." I whispered.

	He bent down and began sucking me off. His mouth
moved quickly, deliberately and I wanted to shoot into
him so badly. I pulled away so that I could taste him
as well. His cock was deliciously sweet and its shaft
moved smoothly between my lips and the back of my
throat.

	I heard a whirring noise on the trail just above us.
We both grabbed for our pants which had sunken down to
our ankles by this time. A biker was riding by.
Fortunately he rode quickly and didn't see us playing.
We were slightly hidden by the trees. Thank God. I
really didn't care much who the heck was watching us.
I was enjoying myself far too much to care about that.

	I looked at Jim and we both started to laugh at the
same time. He nuzzled his mouth into mine as we each
began to stroke our respective cocks. He came so
fucking fast. For the first time in my life I wanted
to taste another guy's cum. I have no idea why, but
the urge was more intense than it had ever been
before. I've sucked a lot of guys, but never with the
intention of making them cum inside my mouth.

	He had to get back to work and I had an appointment.
We reassembled ourselves and walked back to the car. I
drove him to his office. We shook hands and agreed to
call each other soon to plan our next meeting.

	A simple, brief, sort of innocent encounter. I
enjoyed myself. I was sure he had enjoyed himself as
well. He felt so incredibly good.

	 I kept wondering.... Why did he have such a
powerful, melting effect on me? What was it about his
voice, his appearance, his conversation that made me
feel giddy and reckless? I knew that this wasn't just
casual "grab and pull" guy sex. It was something much
more than that......but I had no idea what the "more"
would become.

	 Now, the story can begin..........