Running Man (Soldier)

From last winter

I happen to live next to a forest, owned my The Ministry of Defence and used for Military training. My life is fairly busy and generally active, but on such occasions I do happen to have a couple of fairly sedentary days, I will often go for a walk in the woods for an hour or two.

Yesterday was one such occasion. It was a bit grey and miserable, but not especially cold, so late morning, I set off to stretch my legs and get some air.

Being a military training ground it's not unusual to see groups of soldiers on exercise, but on this occasion, just 6-7 mins walk from home was a mini camp set up. On the brow of a hill at the break in the tree line, two khaki green tents were set up beside a truck and generator. I could have walked in any direction, but OBVIOUSLY heading up the hill to see if there were any sexy soldiers to perv over, was the route of choice.

What I didn't seriously anticipate was the level the 'perving' would reach.

As I walked up the hill, there was no sign of anyone. The forest is littered with abandoned bivouac's, but not proper tents and vehicles! The 2 tents were the metal framed, 'house' shaped type..probably meant to accommodate 4 or 6 people. As I was approaching..mildly disappointed that there seemed to be no one about to look at, quite suddenly a black lycra clad fella appeared from one of the tent openings. He seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see him. He gave a brief 'double take' as we nodded at each other in that terribly British way of acknowledging a passing stranger.

I was to his right side, maybe 8 - 10 metres away, whereas he was still in front of me, so I was able to have a good look at him as he started warming up and stretching as a pre-curser to having a run (I assumed, judging by the way he was dressed).

I guessed he's in late 20's. 5ft 10 with Aryan features and from what I could see, short blond hair, hidden by a black cap. Everything he was wearing was black...and being mostly figure hugging lycra, it was clear he is very lean and of a slight build. He was wearing running shorts over his leggings, but they fitted in such a was that a nicely rounded arse seemed evident. Not a 'bubble butt' but shapely enough that the shorts hung from him nicely.

In his peripheral vision he must have noticed how much I was staring at him as I got a 2nd sideways glance, smile and nod as I got to the point I was passing closest to him...after which, he'd be behind me.

I walked on a few yards before I had the urge to glance back for another look. He was still gently bending and leaping about. Mentally undressing him, I imagined his muscled, naked arse jouncing with each jump.

Walking on a few more yards, I then took another look. This time, he was just starting to move off toward the hill I had just walked up, however he glanced back too, in my direction. He saw me looking, half looked to the front, looked back again, held his hand up in another acknowledgement of me, then started to stride out and disappear from view as I followed the unmade road behind the camp and into the trees.

The forest is a real warren of trails and pathways going off in all directions. With the amount of rain we've had recently, I decided to avoid the main paths which were mostly churned up mud from the numerous soldiers, dog walkers, horses riders and one moderately horny homo, who make use of the space. Taking random trails through the trees tended to be drier, but easier to get a bit lost!!

Anyway, I walked for about 45 mins seeing almost no one since the running soldier, when I unexpectedly found myself on one of the main tracks leading through the middle of the forest, not too far from home. Not quite a full circle, but close. I decided I'd take the path back towards home.

In about 10 minutes, I was approaching the clearing at the bottom of the hill - where the 'camp' was at the top. It WASN'T a deliberate ploy to head back toward the camp as it genuinely is an area I have to pass to get home.

So here's the picture. I'm walking along a wide path, through the forest. I'm approaching the 'fire break' line which runs from aft to right, where the 'camp' is at the top of the hill - to the right. The path I need to take to get home is directly straight ahead, across the break. Home in 10 minutes max.

Just then,...appearing from the left- in the open space about 100 metres in front of me, is the runner. He was still running at a fair jog, heading towards the hill, leading back up to the camp. From my position on the track, it would take about 10 seconds from when he came in to view, to disappearing again...but about half way across he turned towards me...which I soon realised was to avoid a HUGE muddy puddle. If he'd gone the opposite way round the puddle...he may have missed me...but as it was, he must have seen me casually strolling in his direction. He continued running, out of sight....for a short while!

Suddenly, I was aware of him walking BACK into view, doing, that thing when runners stop running. Pacing about, stretching, catching his breath etc.

My mind went empty....trying to work out intuitively, why he'd stopped running at that point. Maybe the hill was just too much at the end of a run? Maybe his walk up the hill was going to be his way of warming down?

It was about another minutes walk before I was also at that 'crossroads'. If I was arriving from, say, the 6 o/c position and was heading to 12o/c, he had stopped on the corner of the trees between 12 and 3.

He was still stretching and pacing as I had to make my decision as to which way to walk round the massive puddle.

There was nothing to suggest he had stopped for my benefit. He wasn't looking over in my direction or anything, but it did seem to me that he was loitering just that bit too long. It had only been a minute or so, and I'm no runner, but I'd have thought he would have started the final 150m climb up the hill, to camp, by now?

There was that first...albeit 'tiny'...pang of excitement.

Like him, I could have gone either way round the muddy puddle, but opted, of course, to head slightly to my right as that would take nearer to him, rather than away. The last thing I wanted to do was risk sending any signal that might suggest I wasn't interested.

I was doing my best to look casual, with hands in coat pockets strolling rather nonchalantly..but I was trying to read him at the same time. He had glanced in my direction a couple of times as he paced about..so he very obviously knew I was heading his way.

As I got to what was the closet I would naturally get to him on my route, he stood, hands on hips, not exactly breathing heavily, but still in 'recovery'. He smiled and nodded at me.

I smiled back and without slowing my pace (though I had already slowed a bit), said. "Morning. Good Run?"

"Yeah", he replied a surprisingly well spoken accent. "Good weather for it"

"Keeps you cool I guess...", (I'm still walking) "..but you still look hot!"

There was that brief moment of thinking 'Do I need to clarify what I just meant by that remark?' There was a momentary pause from him to...probably to process the same comment. I gave a wry smile and one of those looks that recognised the double meaning in what I'd said..but opted to say nothing.

He laughed the remark off with a " Yeah. Ha, right!''

I'd virtually passed him now. It was one of those odd situations whereby if I wasn't so interested in the contents of his lycra, I may well have stopped and made conversation. But because he'd caught me staring at him a few times, I was a bit self conscious (he's half my age I reckon), so I just carried on walking. Not wishing to appear dismissive (regardless of any interest or not), I turned my head and inanely commented 'Keep it up''. Another unintended 'double entendre!' 'I will' he replied.

Again, I turned my head and smiled to acknowledge his polite response. He was just standing there, hands still on hips, just looking in my direction as I approached the start of the path home. I was beginning to kick myself for not stopping to talk. If nothing else, he was open to a chat, but the way he was visually following me....I felt he wasn't just 'being polite'. However, I was a bit to far beyond him to go back now, just to make conversation.

If I was reading the signals wrong, it would have seemed weird!

I roughly guessed how far along the path I needed to go before we would be out of of sight of each other. It was about another 15 paces before I briefly looked back. Fuck...he was still there. Looking. Now, that twinge of excitement wasn't quite so tiny.

I still couldn't quite bring myself to turn back. I just couldn't think what I might say to him, however I did do a very obvious double take.. turning my body more so I was almost walking sideways. It was just a few steps before I faced the direction of home again. In that moment I thought I'd give it one more look. If I could still see him, looking....it was time to stop walking. There was to much activity in my pants, to ignore it now.

So I walked about 5 more paces before looking again. By now, he should have easily been disappearing from view.

FUCK! He was still in the 'crossroads' but had moved so he was standing in full view at the centre of my path. Still looking.

Arrrgh. That was it. It was way too obvious now. I stopped and turned. We were maybe 90 - 100 metres apart. I still wasn't quite sure what I was going to do, but after a moments thought, HE did what I planning. Heading back in the general direction of where he had been standing, with repeated glaces in my direction, instead of vanishing beyond the tree line, he was heading INTO the trees.

Just as he was about to pass the first few trees, he stopped still, gave me a long look..then in he went. The whole thing was turning into a cliche dalliance!

That was definitely my signal.

I retraced my steps, periodically looking into the trees ahead to see if I could see where he was. It's mostly firs growing in this area, so it gets reasonably dark beneath the canopy of densely growing branches. Walking at a reasonable pace this time, I didn't want to lose him, though I figured that if he WANTS me to find him...I will.

This section of the path, which leads out of the forest, is actually and ancient road with an old ditch running along either side. Not that the ditch is difficult to cross, but there are points where it's easier, with less brambles. I had to walk back pretty much to the same point as him, before I could easily follow his route.

Now tracking his steps, I could see him slowly making his way up the incline, deeper into the forest where it's a bit darker. I followed.

I was aware that even though he was in black and I was in darker, earthy colours, we'd hardly disappear from the view of any passers by (bearing in mind I live nearby, so walkers could be neighbours!!). There was little undergrowth, but it appeared he was heading for one of the holly bushes randomly dotted about. He wasn't far ahead, but I made a B-line for where I thought he was aiming.

I was right. He vanished behind the foliage, but didn't reappear the other side. I couldn't really see him as I approached...but could see a patch of blackness through the insubstantial greenery. It was certainly enough to keep us hidden. As I drew close, I rounded the trunk of a large fir which was adjacent to the holly bush...and there he was...having a pee!

It's not entirely what I was expecting too see and my automatic reaction was to apologise.

'Oop, sorry' I said, totally insincerely as I stopped in my tracks. He was standing side on to me, about 12 feet away, with his shorts and leggings held down enough to expose his white, lower abdomen. His cock would have been properly visible if hadn't been holding it with his right hand. It was just the stream of urine which was visible. However, as if reading my mind, he let go of his cock and let his arm hang limp, giving me a good side view. He flashed me smile as I stood watching. I'm not averse to water sports, but I didn't feel that particular moment was the right time to have that discussion with him. But then again..maybe it was the perfect opportunity to discuss it? Either way, it wasn't a long piss and the stream soon trailed off. He made no attempt to 'shake'. He just stood still, legs apart, cock on show, hips thrust slightly forward and alternating his gaze between his dick and me.

Clearly finished, yet motionless, I approached. Close up, I could see piercing blue eyes and noticed incredibly healthy looking skin. At some point, he's turned his cap backwards so short tufts of blond spikey hair were now visible at the front.

In just those few seconds, I could see his member was already growing.

'Guess that needs cleaning up' I said, inviting myself to provide such a service! There was no objection, not that I expected one, so I leaned forward and gently lifted his swelling penis into my mouth. He was uncut with foreskin still covering the head. Like his face, his cock looked fresh, clean and unblemished. Still only half erect, I didn't know quite how big he might get, but 'average' was a fair bet. As I inhaled his spongy length, I could taste the salty remnants of his urine secreting itself from his fleshy end.

He was still side on to me, so keeping my mouth full, I moved myself to be directly in front of him then dropped to one knee on the deep, soft, pine needle forest floor....occurring to me that it was where he'd taken his leak. Most of it would have instantly drained away through the pine needles, and besides....I had the last of it down my throat, so a mildly damp trouser knee was the least of my concerns. Taking his shaft on my right hand, I slid my hand towards his body, exposing his nob inside my mouth. I flicked my tongue around, enjoying the silky smooth surface and probing his meatus as if seeking his reservoir of piss.

The swelling in my mouth soon reached a full erection. Keeping it in my hand, I leaned back slightly to get a look. It was an easy 6 inches with a good thickness, a perfectly proportioned nob now lustrous and shiny... and straight as an arrow. His balls were unwrinkled and hairless, though slightly bunched up, resting in the top of his shorts which were only just low enough to expose his bollocks. His blond bush was obviously trimmed but still quite full (bonus). Like his face, everything appeared fresh, clean, pink and unblemished. I ran my left hand up over his abdomen and up, inside his top. His tight body felt moist. He wasn't 'muscled', but clearly well toned and I don't think there was an ounce of fat on him. from what I could see, there was no hair except a light treasure trail, leading to the treasure which was now in need of my attention again.

His foreskin easily moved over his bell end. It was a snug fit, but there was no resistance as I slowly jerked him a few times... visually taking it all in. Because he had only pulled his clothing down at the front, groin access felt award and restricted. As I learned forward again to inhale his arrow which was still encircled by my right hand, I reached my left hand round to his pert arse for a quick feel, though my main aim was to lower the restricting items of attire. Hooking my thumb inside the layers, I started to pull them down. Without hesitation, he helped. Not pushing the clothes down too far, but taking everything just low enough that access to his equipment was unhindered and his gonads were hanging free (not that they were 'hangers').

As I took his manhood deep down my throat, my face pressed up against his skin, his bush surprisingly coarse on my nose. (looks so soft). He smelled of a combination of damp (sweat, obviously, but not a sweaty odour) and fabric conditioner. While busy deep throating, it was difficult to concentrate on my first proper feel of his backside. Having left go of his stiff tool, I reached my right hand round to join my left hand gripping his sweet cheeks. The position caused my jacket to ride up round my neck. In fact my fact was a bit of a nuisance ...kind of bulky and in the way.

Releasing him from my mouth and hands, I stood up and started to remove my jacket. As we stood face to face, he was slightly shorter than me. While I was busy with my own activity, he pursed his lips, took his own manhood in hand and reached out to fondle the bulge in my trousers.

The jack was soon discarded to one side, but I continued to let him feel me and play with himself. For a short while, it was nice just to observe him.

It's difficult to find a word to describe his looks. There is no doubt that he's very good looking/handsome and quite masculine - while boyish at the same time. He skin and facial features are faultless, yet that somehow made him rather uninteresting to look at. I felt that I should have been more attracted to him than I was. Don't get me wrong...I was VERY much enjoying the fact that he was standing in front of me with his cock out and having a feel of me, and from the next down, the fire was burning. Somehow, the sparks in my head were a bit lacking.

His apparent leanness DID work for me however. Had he been naked, I think I may have been feeling it a bit more!! I took the opportunity of my own inactivity to caress his chest, over his lycra. His pecs are noticeably defined yet not large, however his nipples were protruding like bullets. With each touch, he took an audible, short, sharp intake of breath. Through the lycra, I gently squeezed one. He didn't move for flinch, but let out a deeper 'Uh!'

I tried the other one. The same reaction. I squeezed a little harder. His eyes closed and biting his lip like he was mild pain..but enjoying it. His hand had dropped away from my groin and while still holding his own...he wasn't moving. Using both hands, I lifted his top until I could touch both naked nipples. I imagine it was a combination of his sensitivity and my cold hands that prompted an involuntary recoil. It was momentary, as he lifted his top up higher, holding it clear of his chest for me. As I played with both of his small but hard pleasure toggles, he opened his eyes and looked into mine, with a distant vagueness. Slowly, his eyes closed again with an almost orgasmic expression. As he eventually opened his eyes again, slowly, I moved in to flick my tongue over his left peak, while taking his arse cheek in one hand and his cock in the other. He whispered, 'Ahh! Fuck!' a couple of times and then wrapped his arms around my head, pulling my face in to his chest, pressing hard against the muscle His back arched, pushing his chest forward. I took his nipple between my teeth and very softly bit it a few times. His body jerked each time. I couldn't see, but it felt like his legs were shaking.

With the hand on his arse, I crept my fingers into the smooth crack of his butt, curious as to how he would take that. There was no resistance..in fact I sensed that he had subtly pushed his arse out backwards, making his buried hole a little easier to reach. I can't deny I was mildly surprised.

The moistness on his taut skin gave it rubbery texture. I found his closed pucker, which again..prompted no negative reaction. In that moment, he was having a nipple chewed on, his cock wanked and his pucker probed, while the cool air on his naked damp skin will have heightened his senses.

Much as he was clearly enjoying it, nipple play has limited pleasure for me, so I decided to changes position again. My intention was to return to kneeling in from of his, to suck him off while fondling his balls and exploring his hole, between his legs, but in the process of moving, he took and arm and lifted me to my feet. His next move was to undo my trousers and drop to his knees, pulling down my underpants as he went. My dick was obviously feeling a bit left out, as it was in a state of 'lazy lob' (fully engorged but not erect), so as it was exposed to the air, it was like it heavily fell sideways out of my trucks as they were lowered.

He squatted as best he could, but the jumble of leg wear at had at half mast was making it tricky. Without delay, he stood again and pushed the clothing to his ankles...at which point I noticed he had a jockstrap in the mix too.

Like rimming, underwear is something which does nothing for me, or its a hot as fuck. Not much in-between. As I spied his jock, I did afford myself a smile, thinking that it's one sweaty piece of gear I wouldn't mind having wrapped round my face.

As soon as he could, he was back on his knees, consuming my rapidly stiffening piece of meat, resting his hands on my thighs and working my piece with the action of a nodding dog.

Placing my hands on his head, I joined the action by fucking his face. I wasn't keen on holding a cap though, so after a while, I lifted it from his head and tossed it aside, landing on my jacket. His hair was very blond, short back and sides, longer on the top. Typical army cut really. The feel of my hands in his hair was far more erotic than on a fabric cap. Oddly, it was the thing which tipped me from being sexually excited and aroused, to just damn horny.

I was enjoying the sloppy blowie he was giving, but I increased the action and speed, causing him to gag on occasion, but it didn't stop him.

With the two of us standing in an open space, bound by clothing round our ankles, somehow made our activity unstable and less zestful. The tree trunk, just some 8 feet away, seemed like a good place to be, giving us something to lean on or against.

Walking was going to prove ungainly and somewhat unsexy, dressed the way we were, but for the sake of a few yards, I leaned forward to lift my legwear to my knees (for mildly easier movement) and to stand him up.

'Over there' I commanded, nodding towards the tree. He obliged, similarly raising his leggings enough to manage some kind of walk, instead of waddle. I lead the way, turning as I reached the hefty trunk. He was only a couple of paces behind me to I took hold of him as he came within reached and directed him to a position facing the tree. In that moment, I'd decided I wanted to taste his arse. He'd been ok with my fingers there, so I figured my tongue wouldn't be a problem.

He was being very compliant without the air of submission. In fact I had the feeling that he was perfectly capable and willing to take the lead..and probably does. Sexually self assured for a lad of his age, but happy to follow my direction for now.

As he faced the tree, I stepped behind him, dropped my face to arse level and momentarily marvelled at the perfectly peachy cheeks in front of me. It was the first time I'd properly seen them (The only other time being when I'd mentally undressed him and hour earlier, outside the tent). I admired as I took them in my hands to caress, squeeze, knead and hold, also taking moment to spread the cheeks and glimpse his pink pucker, glistening with sweat. Maybe anticipating what was about to happen, he learned forward and put his arms out to rest on the tree truck. The perfect pose for me immerse my face between the fleshy mounds. It was cool and clammy to touch, and salty to taste. Only enjoyable because of the scenario, the hot guy and 'the horn'. Besides, I was going to warm him up.

Separating the two halves of his hind quarters as much as possible, I forced my face in a deep as I could go, licking over his hole several times before pushing the tip of my eager tongue inside. I could feel his muscles twitching against my face. I could feel his hole opening up and the warm sweet taste inside.

For several minutes I licked, sucked, chewed, bit and prodded the depth of the cleft, periodically aware of sounds of approval coming from him, broken with an intermittent 'Fuck'.

I reached a hand between his legs to take hold of his cock..but I could tell he was there already as his balls slapped against my hand. I was pleased actually, because letting go of one cheek spoiled the degree of access to his hole.

Eventually, I stood. By then he had both hands rest one the tree trunk again. Taking my own tool in hand I jerked it a few times while sliding a thumb down from the top of his crease, into the crevice, until I found the sweet spot once more...pushing a little inside.

Of course, it was in my mind to fuck him now. I knew I had a small sachet of lube in my wallet (I always leave with a few from the nude bar I frequent, so I can usually keep one on my wallet...just in case), but no condom. I wasn't too concerned about the condom, but wan't sure about him. Either way, I spat some saliva on the crack and placed my erection in the space vacated by my face. Initially I waved it up and down like a wand, my enlarged nob, now doing the work of my tongue. I stopped a few times over his hole and pushed....not 'inside', but enough pressure that I MIGHT have been trying to enter him. He didn't comment!

I slide my cock between his thighs and started to thrust back and forth. The sensation was perfect. The firm/soft texture of his thighs and the right pressure somehow worked it's magic on my glans. With on hand on his hip, I leaned over him slight, spooning him, in a way, and with the other hand, reached round to masturbate him, the motion easy and fluid, with his ample foreskin. Leaning froward, over him, created a bit of a balance issue as I really need to get my feet between his, but couldn't because of the clothing round out lower legs. I banged away regardless but much as the sensation on my bell was superb, it was a clumsy stance. Aware I was beginning to lean on his back more heavily, I stood up, withdrawing from between his legs in the process. I hadn't altered position with the next one in mind..however he saw to that. His right hand appeared, found my throbbing member and proceeded to place it over his hole and backed into it. I don;t think he was especially trying to get me inside him, but he obviously liked that feeling.

'You want me to fuck you'?, I asked him a low voice.

Turning his head towards me as best he could, with an air of doubt in his voice, he answered, 'You can try'.

With that, I told him I have some lube in my jacket (much to his surprise). He stood while I waddled across to my jacket and got the small blue sachet from my wallet. He was twisted to face me casually rubbing his dick as I returned, ripping the corner from packet. The clear gel oozed onto my fingers, which I swiftly transferred to his hole. He was still twisted, now looking at my equipment.

'That's a big fucking cock'

'It's an illusion' I replied with a smile.'It's not as big as it looks'

He laughed. 'Yeah, right!! It;'s gonna feel huge, in my arse''

'Sure you want me to try'?''

'To fucking right do'', was his answer.

With no more ado, I positioned myself behind him as he learned forward once more. He had move forward slightly so his forearms were resting in the tree and his head rested against his arms.

Locating his lubbed up pucker once more, I inserted a finger....quite easily. I inserted a 2nd finger which caused him to exhale loudly. I could feel his hoop fairly tight against my fingers,,,,,but it wasn't fighting the invasion. I slide my fingers in and out several times. He moaned. It was happened more easily than I'd have anticipated.

'Have you been fucked much, before'? I asked

'Only a couple of times with a real cock. My girlfriend likes to share her dildo with me''

I wasn't expecting that answer. However, it reassured me that he'd be ok taking a pounding, so extracting my 2 digits from his rectum, I applied a bit more lube and gently dropped anchor, inserting my penis tip into his anus and pushed. I felt the resistance of his hoop, so I give it a few gentle nudges to get it used to the idea I was coming through. However, bending forward more and pushing his arms against the tree, he pushed himself back on to me, resulting in my breaking through to the depths of his underpass. He yelped and flinched as it happened...like childbirth in reverse. I rested for a moment, giving him time to relax again

With bad timing, we could hear a family walking along the path, chattering. It's unlikely the adults would stumble across us, but dogs and children run all over the place. He heard them too as he suddenly looked in the direction of the voices...colourful coats just about visible through the greenery, in the distance.

"They'll pass'' I whispered, as I slowly started to rock back and forth. It was a useful 'easing in' time, waiting for the voices to fade. There was some breathy exhalations from him. My cock felt snug and welcome in its temporary home. It felt great. The further the away the voices sounded, the more I picked up the pace and depth of my shafting him. Each thrust accompanied by a grunt or groan from him. As I grew confident we were alone again,I started some long deep thrust. 'Jesus Fuck! Shit!' he exclaimed in almost a normal speaking volume.

With reassurance all was good, I set about a rhythmic banging of his arse. No more soft grunts and groans, just louder words and noises of approval.

He suddenly lifted his right leg and dropped his left arm from the tree. I wasn't sure why, and was slowing my motion with a view to checking he was ok....but in a matter of seconds his black training shoe and legwear dropped to the floor....as he placed his naked leg/foot back on the ground. His legs were more spread now. NOW we were in business!

I took a small step forward and gave my hips a long hard push into his butt...my cock drilling deeper than before. I was properly balls deep now. His move, to have me deeper inside him, spurred me on.

"You like my fat cock inside you soldier?' I growled. He did kind of answer but was getting more lost in the moment. One arm was still against the tree with his head now resting fairly heavily against it, while his right hand had taken up the business of wanking his hot pink whistle.

Shafting him hard and deep had the effect of pushing him more into the tree. His head was turned sideways at a rather peculiar angle, but the action didn't stop. We continued like this for 3 or 4 minutes, with me instructing him to 'Wank that hard cock', 'Take a fucking pounding2 etc. Sometimes I leaned back to watch my erect tool, disappearing and reappearing from his tight hole; other times, I leaned in and ploughed that burrow with force, ready to sew seeds, closing my eyes and feeling the sensation if the rim of my nob rubbing along his insides.

In the same way I didn't like holding his baseball cap, I didn't like resting my hands on his lycra top, so I pushed it up his torso, so I could feel his lean, fit body. It was when I reached round with my left hand to play with his nipple, he let out a lengthy, throaty, 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhh'.

The wincing and contorted expressions on his face suggested he was close to spreading his seed on the forest floor.

'You gonna shoot a big creamy load for me soldier?' I demanded to know. There was no answer - just fervent masturbating. "Yeah, come on soldier...wank that cock while I fuck the cum out of you. Yeah. Toss yourself off. You want it harder? Yeah? Want me FUCKING your tight hole? My balls slapping on your hot arse?'

The dirty talk was evidently helping. He lifted his chest slightly more upright by extending the arch of his back. His shirt slid down from his chest to cover most of his torso, but that somehow helped frame his peachy white buns, making them visually stand out more. He no longer looked as though he was being rammed into the tree, having lifted his head from his arm. 'Fuck me' he quietly said, as if to himself . "Yeah...fuck me'.

His face, half turned towards me, looked pained. 'Pained' in that 'close to cumming' kind of way. His body quivered with the effort and anticipation...then, there was a sudden, short, sharp 'Argh' as his head dropped forward before being thrown back, mouth agape and his motion all but stopping except for spasmodic jerks of his entire body. I adjusted my fucking to be slower deep strokes, keeping more in time with the spasms induced by shots of cum spurting from his hot uncut cock. Leaning to one side, I witnessed some of the creamy juice showering to the ground (such a waste).

As he slowly stood erect, easing my tool from his arse, his balls were obviously empty and his post orgasm anus was having 2nd thoughts about the invasion. Wearily, he turned with a sleepy smile, holding out his spunk covered hand. 'Fuck, that was good.' he said, looking down at his dick, which had come into my view. It was still fully erect with a coating of sperm.

Before he attempted to clean it up, I dropped on one knee and ingested his irresistible, cummy cock, while quickly taking my manhood in hand to jerk out my own seed. I had been close to ejaculation just as he blasted out his load, so I knew it would take no time to bring myself to completion.

His cum was sweet. My focus was entirely on the feel of his full cockhead in my mouth and seeking out all traces of his man-juice. I wasn't 'blowing' him as such, just savouring his meat.

I felt a hand gently place itself on the back of my head. It was mildly reassuring as I realised that having unloaded his scrotum, he may just want to leave. But now I felt he was happy to wait patiently while I enjoyed a few more moments of what he had to offer, That said, I wasn't going to milk the situation...just my aching penis.

Gripping the shaft with all the strength I could muster, I tossed myself off with renewed urgency, feeling his abating stiffness in my mouth. The sap quickly rose inside me...the sense of impending climax masking the reality of my surroundings. I leaned further in to his groin until my face was resting in his trimmed bush, his semi soft member filling the space at the top of my throat. I wrapped my free arm round his leg and pulled myself in to him tightly as the final stages of my masturbating peaked with my sticky seamen exploding (or so it felt) from my piss hole, accompanied by what would have been a loud growl...but turned into a gurgle, thanks to the fleshy obstruction in my throat. I pulled myself into him as much as I possibly could, my body tense, my mind free, my balls in ecstasy.

As is often the case, my orgasm seemed a long affair, but eventually it subsided and I relaxed my grip on him and releasing his, now soft, appendage from my face. I took a moment to let reality return, before I staggered to my feet, though still not capable of speaking coherently.

"You needed that!" he said as he bent forward to dress himself. It was only at that point did I notice that most of my cum had landed on pile of legwear still surrounding the leg I'd been clinging on to.

'Oh shit, sorry! I haven't even got anything to help clean that up. Not good on black'

'It's ok' he remarked quite casually as he wiped the remaining cum from his own hand, on the inside of his jock. "It's on the inside".

He gathered the 3 layers of clothing together (jock, legging and shorts) and quickly placed his bare leg though the leg hole. With that, he pulled up the 3 layers, covering his legs, over his arse and genitals....and hiding my sticky mess from view. His only negative reaction was to screw up his face and say, 'That's cold. Good job I do my own washing'. He laughed.

It took a while to adjust his clothing, put on his training shoe and cap, and for me to wrap myself in my warm jacket, but within a few minutes and with little discussion...we went our separate ways, presumably both happy with our respective outings.

Edited to add;

He had told me he was temporarily stationed at the nearby barracks, so it came as no surprise that we ended up chatting on Grindr about a week later, without knowing who each other were until pictures were exchanged.

In short, we met the next day, and the following week, before he went back to his usual base.

We fucked.

The pictures added was from the 3rd meeting. We on the common, half way between the barracks and my home. There is a video of him blowing me...which I have seen recently, but now, I can't find. I'll add it when I do.