Max Part one

My business was now doing well enough to allow taking some time for R & R. The winter months of January, February and March were the ideal times. Not only is the weather in New England miserable but also it is the low period relative to my business. Decided to take the month of January and heading south to warmer climates. Do not particularly like the cold weather, and being an avid jogger find running in cold weather not the most pleasurable. Packed up and headed toward SW Florida.

We rented a condo for a few miles from Sanibel and the Florida beaches. The first day after we got settled in went out for my early morning jog. Prefer jogging in the early morning or evening, it is cooler, not as much traffic (pedestrians, bike and other runners). It was a real pleasure to slip on my lightweight running shorts, cut high on the thigh with only a loose liner. Also had on a "T" shirt, which I intended to take off once away from the populated area. If I had my choice would run in the nude, which makes one feel free as a bird. Headed down the bike path in the general direction of Sanibel knowing I would not go over the causeway but at least would give me a feel for the lay of the land. Naturally planned to keep my eyes open for what might appear to be good spots for, shall we say, extra curricular activities.

Had jogged a couple of miles passing several RV and Mobile home parks. As I approached an intersection saw a road sign, which would indicate the main crossroad to the right probably provided access to a populated area. To the left there was a single sign, which said, "Beach 1 Mile no exit". Planned to make a point of visiting the beach tomorrow or the next day. Today wanted to do a little exploring on what would turn out to be my main route. Continued south, passed a motel then started passing wooded areas, again saw a paved road leading to, what appeared be no where, other than into the woods. A little later on the woods thinned out a bit and could see a large open area to my left with only clumps of trees and bushes, much like a number of small islands scattered about. Later found out this area was called the "flats". 

The following morning left a bit early on my jog planning to perhaps take a little side trip down to the beach and see what it consisted of. It was a pleasant jog after passing the convenience store on the right came to a fairly good-sized pond locally they call them lakes. It was wooded around it with a rough kind of road around it. Took a detour and circled the lake. It was pretty obvious, with the number of trails leading into the bushes, that this was probably a pretty active spot. At the far end was a well-used road leading out to the "flats". At the other corner was a road leading down to the frontage road, which ran in front of the motel. Continued toward the beach when I encountered another smaller lake on the left. There was a couple paths leading off to the woods but the area just past the parking area was blocked off prohibiting automobiles from going further. Was now running a bit late so pushed a bit and arrived at the beach a bit short of breathe but found the view delightful. The causeway to Sanibel with the drawbridge was to the right; Fort Myers Beach proper was to the left. Looking left and right could see a fair distance of sandy beaches and groups of trees, later was to learn that there are many paths leading from the beach through the trees to the woods. 

The beach itself was what is called a primitive beach. There are no structures, a paved road leading to a sandy parking lot, a couple of trash containers and that's it. No lifeguards, security or much of anything else. This morning there was one car in the parking lot, the guy in it appeared to be doing a crossword or something but did notice he frequently looked up and appraised me. I walked a short distance up the beach then back down figuring that one-day will have to jog both sides to see were it led to. As I got back to the parking lot saw the guy had gotten out of his car, and was leaning against the side of it facing me. He stood there hands clasped down by his groin just enjoying the morning sun. He was wearing denim shorts and a "T" shirt. A striking guy, tall dark hair with just a touch of gray, slim and well proportioned. As I looked and examined him in more detail could see the shorts fit a bit tight. Just then he bent over and picked up some trash out of the cars front seat. The sight of his real nice tight buns so nicely encased in those shorts made me want to be sure I got to know him better. He stood up and started to walk toward the trashcans. I started up from the beach, to continue my jog, but more importantly to get to see and hopefully chat with him.

He walked with an air of self-confidence and grace; his every movement was smooth and delightful to watch. What a hunk. My heart was beating rapidly as I tried not to stare particularly at the nice long cock, which was snaking down one leg. Wondered at the time if it was for my benefit, if so it did the trick. Felt stirrings in my groin figured better get out of there before I embarrassed my self. As I moved up from the beach making sure our paths would cross near the trashcans. As we approached my eyes were glued to his every movement. He looked at me and gave me a beautiful sexy smile; my heart, which had been doing the "two-step", now did a flip-flop. His lips were sensuous, with nice even white teeth. He said " Good morning beautiful day". Gulped and replied sure is. We both stopped and chatted a minute, had great difficulty in keeping my eyes off his long cock which I am sure had grown some. In the mean time the bulge in the front of my running shorts was becoming increasingly large. We introduced our selves his name is Max. He asked me if I was on vacation, then led on to how long I would be in the area and where was I staying, nothing-unusual just general conversation. Once while checking out that nice long cock, which I was now sure had grown some since we first started talking looked up right into his eyes, he gave me a big smile but said nothing. Other cars were approaching so told him I had better get going. He said perhaps I will see you again; I smiled and said sure, maybe tomorrow. Knew damn well I would wanted so much to examine that cock in more detail. As I jogged off he said "Till tomorrow". He smiled and waved.

Unfortunately was not able to make my jog the next morning, the group had planed an all day outing. Made sure the following day that I got an early start. Headed right for the beach hoping I had not screwed things up by not showing up yesterday. As I approached the beach saw his car was parked in the same place as the last time, my heart went thumpidy thump and my stomach tightened up. There were no other cars around. I stopped at his car as he rolled the window down and started to open the door and get out. He said missed you yesterday had sort of expected to see you jogging again. Apologized for not making it yesterday but explained what happened. 

He stood there leaning against the side of his car, same pair of shorts, am pretty darn sure he did not have any underwear on. Today he was wearing a tank top, which showed, off his well-developed and relatively hairless chest. His cock was till running down his leg, I could hardly keep my eyes off it, a fact am sure he was aware of. Told him I was going to walk up the beach and bit and catch my breath. He asked if I mind if he joined my told him no would enjoy the company. There was a sort of path leading from the edge of the road near his car going in the general direction of the beach. Started up that with Max following me. As we approached the tree line just up from the beach stopped to admire the morning sun, which was just now changing the look of the water and waves to a mass of shimmering light. 

As I stopped Max moved up behind me could almost feel his breath on my neck, knew he was just inches behind me. Stood there admiring and making small talk about the view and weather. Allowed my left hand too move slightly to the rear and encountered his leg, did not do anything except let my hand touch it. He stood there a moment with my fingers just barley touching his leg then felt him move and bit. I then allowed my hand to go back a bit further. This time encountered his cock, which had grown considerably. As I ran my hand up and down it could feel it continue to grow and harden as my hand caressed the full length of it. He pushed against my hand letting me know he enjoyed it and wanted to continue. I turned around grasping both his cock and balls and unbuttoned the top button of his shorts. We moved back a bit into sort of a little alcove. I unzipped his shorts and pulled them down, as I had surmised no underwear. This allowed his huge, now fully erect cock, it's freedom. 

What a sight, must have been 7 to 7 1/2 inches long thick with a real nice head, it was smooth almost oval looking beautiful. After commenting on it's size and how good it looked noticed a small a small irregular brown spot on the head. My immediate inclination was it was from pigmentation. Asked him what that was, he said that when he first started to masturbate, when he was about 13 or 14, did it frequently and wore a blister on it and that is the scar from it. Somehow that scar and the story just made it seem even sexier. Down below was a large sack holding two large balls just swinging with each move of his cock. Reached down and lifted them, his scrotum felt soft as silk. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth, lovely. 

Working my tongue rapidly slowly moved my mouth down the shaft until my face was buried in his pubic hair. His cock, which was semi hard before now, became fully erect forcing me to back off a little. Tried to take my time a fully enjoy that lovely cock. It has been a while since I had had one to work on so wanted to take full advantage of this one plus wanted to be sure he would be around during my entire vacation. Would take it deep, or as deep as I could then back off slow letting my tongue work the underside, moving gradually up to the head then working my way back down real slow. By now his cock was throbbing, his hips were moving slightly to meet my forward thrusts. My hands were on both cheeks of his well-rounded ass. Could feel and taste the pre-cum as it started to flow then he started to moan moving his hips rapidly now. He reached down took both my hands and squeezed as I felt his cock pulsate and start pumping that lovely creamy cum up the shaft and into my mouth. Took every drop would go deep, clamp down with my lips and milk it bringing every drop of his man fluid to the tip and into my mouth. At last had to let go. Reached into my running shorts waistband and took my handkerchief wiping him dry, one last kiss as he started to pull up his shorts.

I stood up and told him thanks sure needed that. He smiled and said "I am the one who should be thanking you that was just great". Just then he reached over and put his arms around my neck pulling me close and nuzzling me in the neck. My cock immediately sprang to life. He said nothing other than to stand there and sort of rotate his hips gently grinding them into my crotch. I in turn pushed my hips forward as my arms slid down his back to his lovely set of buns. Took hold of each and kneeded them gently as we both ground our hips. We heard cars arriving in the parking lot so broke it up and resumed our stroll down the beach but not before I got another nice feel of his buns. As we started out of the little alcove I reached up and rubbed his buns, he stopped for a moment and said will give you a week to stop that then resumed his walk.

The next morning it was almost a repeat but even more intense. I arrive early almost beat him there. Max immediately got out of his car and headed down to the left side of the beach, I followed like a hungry dog, lapping up each move of his lithe body. A short distance down he moved up a trail out of side. We turned and started hugging each other. As I took him in my arms hugged him and ran my lips down his face and snuggled his neck. My hands were roaming up and down his back stopping frequently as I massaged his buns. As we both ground our hips into each other could feel my manhood rising as his large hard cock pushed against me. He placed both hands on my shoulders and gently applied pressure indicating he wanted me to go down, which I did gladly.

I dropped to me knees as he unbuttoned and dropped his shorts. I took his ball sack in my mouth taking one ball at a time and rolling it around and around then started to lick the entire area gradually working up to the base of his now fully erect cock. Working around the base then slowly up the shaft until my tongue entered his pee hole and massaged the head with my tongue. Then I took that now fully erect cock in my mouth and started working on it slowly taking it deeper and deeper as my tongue worked round and round on the shaft. Expected it to take a little longer since it was only yesterday we had done this. As my mouth opened wide to take as much as possible and my tongue did a "tattoo" on his cock head felt him start to tense, it was only a minute or so when he gripped my hands and again filled my mouth with his warm creamy man juice. I stayed with it and drained every drop. As I got up again took him in my arms allowing my hands to again feel his nice round firm buns. Damn I wanted to plunge my cock deep in between them. Was now real hard, had not gotten off in over a week. Max reached down and took hold of my now erect cock, squeezed then pulled down my running shorts and started to massage it. It had been over a week since I had gotten of knew it would not take much. Told Max if you keep that up it will be all over you. He said let's save it, kissed then said we should go before people started to arrive.

As we started to leave I again rubbed his buns, Max turned and said "You like those" as he stopped. I said "Sure do want them real bad", as I moved up behind him and again rubbed my hard cock against them. Max then said I am off tomorrow, my apartment is only a short distance from were you are staying perhaps you can jog on over early and we can see what happens. Told him that sure sounded great to me. Let Max walk on ahead, not only to make it look as if we had not been together in case people were walking around but more to watch him walk up the beach knowing damn well tomorrow my cock was going to be buried deep between those nice buns. 

When I got back walked up to Max's car he had written down the address and directions to his apartment, which, was as he said, not far from were I was staying.