Through work and a few other things I had ended up having a real dry spell. It was made worse being on a project with work that meant I was sharing a flat in quiet town with a younger colleague. He was not social at all and mostly sat around when we were not working and hogged the tv with his Playstation. He was a nice enough guy, but after a week I was getting to the end of my tether and decided to go for a run. – well a walk/run. I am not in bad shape but I am not a runner either. I really blew out the cobwebs and I looked at my watch to see that I had been going for an hour and was about four miles out. Out on a run recently I saw the same guy I had seen on nearly every run I had been on in the last month. I had not given him much thought, much younger than me certainly much faster. This day we had stopped at the same place to rest and for him to stretch. Guys younger than me do not normally catch my eye but he seemed to be particularly overt in how he stretched and how he faced me, or not as he bent and stretched. Out of the blue he spoke which surprised me a little, “You ever do the park runs?” He was smiling broadly at me and we broke into a chat how he pointed out he preferred having his alone time as he was living with his girlfriend at their parents presently which he called a nightmare. I apologised and said it was bad luck that I interfered with his alone time each time, but he laughed this off, saying that it was fine, that he enjoyed seeing out and about. I felt foolish to be flattered by this and we fell quiet again. Now though I found myself looking at him more and chided myself as I started to imagine him in more detail. Was I over cooking it to think he was looking at me too? I let him know I was heading off, walking my next part he cheerfully said, “Okay, me too.” As we talked he told me he liked how relaxed I made him feel and that he needed someone to talk to. I felt a bit awkward by this but then the first thing he blurted out was how his girlfriend was a nightmare at the moment and not putting out at all, but that he felt bad he reacted that way to her being stressed and in the not ideal situation of living at home. Then he dropped the bombshell, “Which is why I come out on a run like this, it’s my only chance to wank off.” My whole body seemed to jump as I realised I had not been making it up in my head. “Shit, Dan,” I said to him and we both laughed then I looked at him, “and where do you stop to do that?” He described a secluded spot on a slight rise that looks down this whole path. “Oh Dan,” I asked, “Have you watched me on the path while you have done it?” He nodded and I followed up, “I think you should show me this spot.” We walked on about ten minutes more and I could not believe where we were, pushing through a couple of bushes we were only a couple of metres from the path with an incredible view of the town, the canal we had walked along and the path. I looked at him now thinking I was crazy, this guy was maybe twenty years younger than me and maybe a gym-guy, not my usual thing at all. But his confidence and how he had contrived us meeting really turned me on and I was about to ask what he wanted to do and he spoke up again. “You look just him you know,” and before I got to answer he carried on, “Her dad.” Then a pause and he added, “That is what turns me on about you…” All doubt went out the window as a thrill of excitement went through me. “Oh Dan,” I said and he pulled his shorts revealing his hard on. He started wanking it and I smiled at him pushing my own shorts down. I am average length, slim and uncut. By comparison he was a bit shorted, but much fatter and cut. His tip was thicker than his shaft and I raised my eyes to him as I looked at it and he just croaked, “Yes please.” I crouched to my haunches and he stepped forwards. He was rock hard and I tried to imagine how he had kept this hidden as we walked. It pulled on the corners of my mouth and I loved how he gasped as I got it in and wasted no time sliding my mouth back and forth on him. My chin mingled with his pubes and I was proud to have taken him all and even more please when his hand touched the back of my head, holding my hair and working me on and off him too. It was so exciting I pulled on my cock as he softly fucked my mouth and I thought about how I was the lucky one, getting his luscious dick, not the two back at his home. Suddenly he tensed and I braced myself, relaxing as best as I could. His rigid cock twitched in my mouth and it erupted, filling all round my gums and in throat with his hot come. There was so much I coughed slightly and he fell form my mouth leaving a trail of him across my chin and onto my tee shirt. He looked down at me with a look that said I was not done and my cock tingled as he watched lick at him, savouring his taste as I cleaned up all trace of his come. It took me a little while to register that he was still hard and I tentatively pushed my mouth back over him. I would have been a mess at this point, hyper-sensitive and laughing, but he took it in his stride. I looked up at this sexy alpha and saw him smiling down on me. I felt so flattered again, so pleased that he let me suck him. “Very good, Harry,” he said and I swear I almost giggled. He took more control now, telling me he knew I would want his cock, that he hoped I was as good as I was at sucking him. He moved me to the ground, I was conscious of it being cold and damp, which it was, but I did not have time to take that all in before he sat on my legs, our cocks on each other, his thick beauty rubbing against mine. His phone rang and he picked up the call. He talked with Jen, his girlfriend, small talk really and I sympathised with him as it came clear the call was not to talk to him as such, but to have him get some milk on his way home. For my part I spiced p the call by gyrating under him, teasing his cock. He reached to put his phone back in his pocket and his hand came back holding a small tube. “Mmmm, Dan,” I moaned and we shuffled around till my shorts were completely off and I could lift my legs. His cock glistened with lube and he put his hand down between my legs to rub my hole as well, “Do it,” I goaded him, “You know you want to, fuck me Dan, I promise I won’t tell Jen.” He smirked at this and after some slow alignment and coercing he nudged in and his fat prick tip popped into my bum. I gasped, quite loudly really and he worked it all into me slowly. He dropped his alpha attitude briefly as he held my now limp cock, “Are you okay?” he asked and I looked at him. “Get on with it, I said, they are waiting on their milk,” it felt odd as I said it, but it had the desired effect and he pushed back into me and fucked me in a solid deep rhythm. I marvelled at his stamina as he banged me, some discomfort in my back though as I caught it on a root or something. After a while he slowed, but from tiring but from getting ready. He reached to get his round his base, “I am going to come,” he said and I put my hand up to him (a little too urgently I laughed to myself later). “Stay inside,” I said, feeling my face flush, “Start slow,” I said, but it came out more as a request than an instruction. He moved slowly in and out, his face wincing with the effort to control himself. I took my soft cock in hand and, as it always does, it swelled at the attention and in a few tugs I felt my hole clamping on him as I shot my come up my tee shirt. I lay there gasping as he took this as his cue, holding my legs he fucked me, pushing hard into me and gasping and stifling his cries. He pumped come into me for what seemed ages and even as he fell back, finished, one more spurt launched itself onto my tummy. It was so hot as I lay there on the floor and he straightened himself up. I loved how there was no remorse or guilt in his eye. And none in mine either as I lay there feeling used, but thoroughly happy about it. On my walk back home it was difficult to not get hard again as I thought about what had happened and feeling his come trying to seep out of me. I looked a state which made smile a lot as well, two people asked if I was okay before it occurred to me how much dirt I had up my legs and all up my back. I got home and showered, enjoying a wank as I felt my bum, tender from his efforts and feeling so good for it!