Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 21:11:42 EDT
From: RodneyandRustie@aol.com
Subject: Walking the Dog

I hurried home from a long day at work to let my dog outside.   (About me:
36, 6'3", 220#, short brown hair, deep blue eyes, very hairy from head to
toes, professionally employed, socially active, awesomely straight in
appearance.  I have a big thick dick, but rarely have the opportunity to use
it like I want to)

The scorching 95+-degree weather caused me to reminisce about the times when
I wasn't a slave to my canine friend's routine and demands for his walk, no
matter how unbearable the conditions are for the guy who feeds him.

Desperate to minimize the predictable experience of walking my pooch around
the heat-permeated pavement surrounding our hood, I suddenly thought about a
fieldtrip to a nearby tree-shaded park with dirt trails.

I loaded my pooch into the car and quickly traveled to the park.

Walking the dog has never been so much fun!

First thing I notice while entering the park's path area is a 20ish man and
an older man standing near each other talking.  I notice how attractive the
younger man is:  He has buzzed cut brown hair, dark brown eyes, hairy
muscular legs and arms, and HUGE feet; he's dressed in a college logo
t-shirt, loose green cotton shorts and BIG sneakers with white anklet socks
peaking out of the tops.  A tattoo of a dolphin adorns his left leg.   YUM!!!

20ish looking man appears nervous about my arrival.  Older man hurries away.


I'm thinking to myself about park antics I've read about in the local paper
and how the young man must be prostituting himself in the park.  While
admonishing such activities, I feel myself getting hard.  I silently ask
myself how much others pay to enjoy the company of such a hunky young man and
think about how I only have about $4 in the pocket that's next to my raging
bone. Quickly, I put such thoughts out of my mind and try to concentrate on
walking the dog.

I walk along the trail and my beloved pooch veers off to a path leading to
the right.  As I pull back on the leash, I notice his attraction and revisit
my own: the young stud is sitting with his legs wide open on top of a picnic
table.  I can't help looking.  His shorts strain against the outline of a
HUGE cock and it looks like the head of his dick is peaking out.

Confronted with the totally HOT view, I mumbled,  "How's it going?"  I pull
back my pooch and continue to walk the path.  Stud responds, "Fine!" as I
walk away.

Enjoying the view the first time, I pass by again, almost drooling over his
tented shorts.  I continue on the path.  Stud follows for a while and then
veers off.

I curse myself for getting boned up in public.  My dick is drooling and a
large wet spot forming on my khakis.  I quickly plan to return to my car.
I take a short cut to my car, only to find stud perched on another picnic
table with his beefeater tomato-sized nuts hanging out of his shorts.  His
eyes followed mine to his package.  He smiled and stretched backwards.   His
thick hard long cock sprung out of the opening of his shorts.

Erection powered at this point, I asked stud if he knew where the park's
various paths led to.  He nervously described their routes and occasionally
pushed at his package, like he was trying to contain it, as he pointed off
into the wooded areas.

Suddenly, stud stood up and started to walk down one of the paths.  I
followed like gum on his shoe.  He was a few feet ahead of me and it looked
like he was jacking himself as he walked.  The movement of his firm ass and
muscled hairy legs mesmerized me.

About 5 minutes later, while in a more heavily wooded area, stud abruptly
stopped walking, turned, and acted surprised that I was behind him.  My eyes
immediately fell upon his package.  ASTOUNDING!!!  His rock hard cock was
lifting the waistband of his shorts away from his taunt stomach.  He spread
his big feet and leaned backwards against a tree.  He nervously commented
about how much he enjoyed walking in the woods as he reached up and pinched
one of his t-shirt covered nipples and threw his head back.

I was speechless.   Before me stood the finest specimen of mankind available:
I could smell his young man sweat and I suddenly wanted to taste this stud
from head to toes.

After what seemed to be an eternity, I mumbled something like, "The view is
awesome, totally enjoyable!"  Stud agreed with me, closed his eyes, and
rubbed his hand against his shorts.

I grabbed hold of his hand and asked, "Can I touch it?"

Immediately, stud said, "F-ck yeah man...that's what I've been hoping for!"

Stud helped me to pull his package from his shorts.  His dick was over 11
inches, thick and uncut; his balls were huge and hairy.

As I stroked stud's massive dick and pulled on his hairy nuts, he described
how he wanted to "jack off quick".  He assumed control of stroking his dick
as he nuzzled his face into my hairy chest.  He allowed me to play with his
tight ass and stroke his muscular hairy legs.  He even allowed me to stick my
tongue down into the top of his shoe...YUM!!!

"Quick" didn't turn out to be so quick.  I had the pleasure of watching stud
stroke on his cock for at least 5 minutes.  His technique was awesome.  He
pounded it very hard, almost savagely, with thick spit that drooled from his
mouth.

The sound was so HOT!!!  I've never heard anything like it!!!  The "snap"
sound from his foreskin with each stroke, along with watching him beat such a
HUGE piece of meat in my face, nearly caused me to shoot.

Stud alternately stroked the tip of his cock softly as he played with his
nuts and reached behind to press my roaming fingers into his tight ass.  I
can't tell you how much I wanted this HOT dude to sit on my face!!!

Suddenly, stud uttered a deep groan as he pressed his face into my neck.  He
shot the biggest load I've ever seen and the initial spurt traveled at least
a foot.  He shot a thick load all over me, himself, and the ground between
us.  He just kept pumping it out!!!  His pleasure-related sounds surpassed
anything that nature had to offer!!!  I came so hard that I thought I might
have injured myself.  Stud quickly pulled a leaf from a nearby bush and
cleaned his dickhead.  As his breathing returned to normal, he said, "Thanks
dude...that was awesome!"  He handed a leaf to me and I tried to wipe off the
(his) mess that I was covered with.  He handed me several more leaves and
even used his tongue to clean up some of the mess.

Despite the new bone that resulted from watching stud lick up part of his
load, our contact ended with me stating how walking my dog had never been so
much fun.