One of my favorite things to do is go for walks down to the lake near my home. Id often find evidence of fires having been lit and once found a discarded porn mag and used condom so I knew people were having some kinda fun! Id often encounter hot guys who came down to fish bit as I said in my previous story, (Fun In The Woods) I am by nature a shy guy. I got down to the lake and noticed there was no one there. I sat on a rock and enjoyed the scene before me. The day was pleasently cool and the sun cast shimmering sparkles on the water.
Suddenly, I heard the rumble of an engine and saw and old beatup truck moving down the road above me. I watched as the truck turned onto the path that lead down to where I was sitting. The truck pulled up along side me and stopped. The driver turned off the engine and the driverside door opened with a loud creek. I expected an older guy with a scraggy beard and beergut wearing old worn clothes to climb out. Imagine my suprize when a young guy climbed out. He looked to be in his early twenties with dark hair peeking from underneath a worn ballcap. I couldnt see his eyes as he had on a pair of shades. He was ruggedly handsome with a strong jawline and the beginning of a beard. His body was lean and muscular. He wore a cut off t-shirt that showed off his muscular biceps and his ribs. His jeans were skintight and a pair of old construction boots completed the aunsamble.
He smiled when he saw me sitting there. "Whats up bud?" he asked with a sexy Southern twang. I smiled. "Nothin much. Just enjoying the sun". He smiled. "Sure is a pretty day aint it?" I loved the way he said "pretty" as "purrdy". When I first moved here, I had to pay close attention to what people said. Being a Yankee from the North, I wasnt used to "Southern speech".
I watched as he walked around the bed of his truck and turning his back to me, fished ( no pun intended) out his reel and tacklebox. I got a perfect veiw of his high, firm ass packed into those tight jeans. Made me wonder what else he was packing.
"Mind if I join ya?" he asked. I nodded. I expected him to sit a few feet from me but nope, he plopped down next to me. "Im Dale!" he said offering me his strong, tanned hand. When my hand touched his, I felt a shock. "S-Stephen" I stuttered. Great! Now he probably sees me like Rain Man! We chatted and I watched as Dale cast his line into the water. I learned he worked for the local drilling company, wasnt married and enjoyed mudding and hunting.
"You ever go hunt'n?" he asked. I explained I was a vegetarian and so therefore didnt hunt. He lowered his shades and I saw his eyes were dark brown. "Well, I like my meat!" he said with a smirk. Dale fished for awhile longer and then packed it in.
"Gotta get up early for work in the mornin but why dont you come by for dinner tomarrow night?" I smiled. We barely knew eachother and here he was inviting me to dinner. "Sure, Id like that!" I learned that Dale lived in a doublewide trailer not to far from my place. The next day, I was nervous and excited. I had stopped at the local liquor store and bought a bottle of wine. My heart beat out of my chest as I walked from my place to his. All seemed quiet out front. I climbed the wooden steps up to the porch and knocked. I waited a few minutes without an answer and knocked again. I heard music comming from around back so I walked back. Dale was standing on a beautiful deck. "Hey! You made it!" He looked practically eddible in a flannel shirt he had left open. I could see his sculpted chest with a light dusting of hair. His stomach was flat and ripped. He wore a pair of baggy shorts and no shoes. I climbed up the stairs and was slightly startled when he pulled me into a big bear hug. He smelled so good!
"Hope your hungry!" I smiled and nodded. "I made some steaks for me and salad and my mammas cornbread for you". I smiled. "Thank you". We ate, the food was amazing by the way! We cleaned up and sat on his couch. "I havent been able to stop thinking about you" Dale exclaimed. He moved closer, his dark eyes burned into mine. I felt his hand on my thigh. "I wanna make love to you!"
Before I knew what happened his lips were on mine. His body weight on mine pushed me onto my back. I felt every muscle, every curve of Dales body. I could feel his hardening cock in his shorts. He stood and offeres his hand. "Lets go to my bedroom". I followed Dale back to his bedroom. It was dark and cool with a huge bed. He smiled as he stood there looking at me. "God your so fucking hot!" he exclaimed. He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately, our tongues making love like two horny eels. I felt his hands travel down my back to my ass.
"Mmmm! Im gonna have fun with this!" I laughed. He he began lifting my shirt up over my head when I stopped him. "Whats wrong baby?" I was afraid once he saw me naked he wouldnt want me anymore. "Im a big guy with moobs and fat!" He grinned and slid a hand up under my shirt, cupping my left boob. "I dont care about that baby! I love you just the way you are!" I felt my eyes fill with tears.
He lifted my shirt up over my head and kissed my neck. He moved down to my tits and began licking and sucking both nipples making me moan softly.
He began taking off my pants but again I stopped him. "Can you strip for me?" Dale laughed. I sat on the edge of the bed and he stood infront of me. He slipped his shirt off and I could now see his smooth sculpted chest with two perfect nipples. His stomach was flat and ripped. He grinned as he unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down. He wore a pair of cotton boxer breifs and I could tell from the buldge in the front, he was packing some meat! "Shall I continue?" he asked, his beatiful dark eyes sparkling. I nodded. Time seemed to slow as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his breifs and slowly slid them down. I could see the V shape of his pelvic bone and the beginning of a dark, curly bush. Suddenly he stopped and moved twords me. "You do the rest!"
I slowly pulled his breifs down revealing the spot where his cock connected to his groin. Moving lower I could see more of his thick shaft. Finally with one good tugg, his dick popped free and smacked his flat stomach making both of us laugh. My eyes widened at the size of the baseball bat sized shlong hanging down between his legs! It must have been 8 inches at least and he wasnt even hard yet!
"Damn!" I exclaimed. "What the hell do you feed that thing?" He chuckled. "Hot guy pussy!" His low hangers were smooth and shaped like two golf balls. "Your turn!" He sat on the bed and began stroking his thick cock as I unzipped my pants and slowly slid them down. Like Dale, I worw a pair of dark boxer breifs.
End of part 2. Shall I continue? Let me know how u liked part two and any ideas for when Stephen and Dale get to the "main event". As always please support Nifty.