Subject: Trail head Trail Head Dear readers: this is a true account. Please help support the work of Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. Consider making a donation today fty/donate.html. Help keep Nifty free and accessible for everyone. I can hear the criticism now: he’s out of control. Such a slut. A liar, plain and simple….. But it seems on a roll with fun encounters. Today I was trying to finish a major landscape project on two adjoining properties. Mid afternoon, on a beautiful summer day, Grindr lit up with a message from a nearby twink. Literally a few hundred yards away. Ewan is 18, just graduated from the local high school. Bored. Horny. Likes older guys. Liked my pic and profile. Did I want to play? He couldn’t host — mom and dad were both home). We chatted about other options and settled on a nearby set of trails just over the hill from where I was working. We met at the trail head and, introduced ourselves, and began walking. He’s about 5’11”, a little chubby in the right places, fair hair, boyish face, bookish and nerdy but cute and confidently shy. He wore incredibly tight short shorts which accentuated his bubble butt and a tantalizing escort bayan bulge. I learned he’s been out since 8th grade, active in the school LGBTQ community. Most of his sexual experience has been during Renaissance fairs with the parents. T-rooms with older men. He gave his first blow job to a gut with a 10 inch dick. He showed me the point on his forearm where he measured before he swallowed! We walked for quite a while, avoiding back yards along the walking/bike path we were following. This wasn’t looking promising and the bugs were legion. Then we came across the city access road to the municipal water tank. Conservation land. Lots of woods and huge car-sized boulders for privacy. I grabbed his soft hand and pulled him up the hill to a Volkswagen-size rock covered with lichens. Hidden now from view, we kissed and groped each other. He had a nice hardon already. My prick was tenting my shorts. I always go commando, so there’s no hiding. He sighed. I knelt and unbuttoned his shorts. Underneath were Superman undies — I kid you not! — and a leaky tip. He had confided that he was self-conscious about having a small cock. He has nothing to be ashamed about. kocaeli escort A good, healthy, hard young man cock pulsing with eager sexual energy. His curly pubes were a brilliant auburn and his balls were tight in a crinkled hairy sack. He loved the attention but he wanted my cock. I dropped my shorts and he inhaled my rampant rod. This was not his first rodeo. This guy had talent. His mouth was warm, supple and eager. He swallowed over and over. It felt awesome. I wanted a chance at his ass. He said he wanted to get fucked but forgot to bring lube. “I’m sooo sorry. Is that alright? I meant to bring it and I was too excited to leave. And I want…..” I silenced him with a kiss and grabbed his cock again. His legs were shaking. I slowly turned him around and bent him over the boulder to expose his tight pink hole in a pudgy, smooth, creamy set of ask cheeks. I spread him open and licked his hole. He moaned and pushed back into my face. He was clean with a little tang of ass. I could feel his hole twitch as I licked. I added gobs of spit and quickly stood and pressed my cock into his sweet hole. He was ready and want it. He pushed back and moaned izmit escort bayan again. We went at it for a few minutes but the mosquitoes had found us and we were distracted swatting the bugs away from our nether parts. I pulled out, spun him around, and took his dripping cock all the way to his pubes. He grabbed my head and began thrusting. I slid a finger, then two, into his sloppy hole. He humped harder. “Oh, yeah, push your fingers harder. …. Oh yes… Oh, I’m close…” I knew, I could feel his prostate swelling. “I may not cum much. I’ve jerked off so many times today… ugh …. ugh.. ohhhh.” But he did. A sweet, viscous load. I swallowed and held his pulsing cock in my mouth as he made minor post-orgasmic thrusts, his hands still on my head, now caressing my hair. I was rock hard, stood up, and jerked out a small load. I had been drained during the past two days and I’m no longer 18, so recharge is slower… We dressed and made ourselves presentable for the public trail, although we never saw another soul. It turns out, that was his very first blow job to completion in a man’s mouth. I was honored to be the one. He seemed quite taken with the experience. We chatted all the way back to the trail head … having enjoyed trail head immensely. I’m not sure if we’ll meet again. He hasn’t blocked me on Grindr. I guess that’s a good sign. If you liked this story, please write me at hoo