Two guys locked eyes on the empty trail. Jake had been hiking alone when he spotted the other man cutting through the trees, shirt off, sweat shining on his chest. The stranger was thick-built, beard rough, shorts riding low on his hips. Jake felt his cock twitch right away. No one else around for miles.
The stranger stopped and grinned. "You looking or you wanting?" he asked, voice low and direct.
"Wanting," Jake said, stepping closer. "Got a spot?"
They moved off the path without another word. Twenty yards in, thick bushes hid them from the trail. The stranger shoved Jake against a tree trunk and grabbed his crotch hard. "Nice bulge. Let's see that cock."
Jake yanked his shorts down. His dick sprang out, already half-hard. The stranger dropped to his knees in the dirt and swallowed it in one go. Hot mouth, no teasing. He sucked deep, tongue working the underside, spit running down Jake's balls. Jake groaned and thrust forward, fucking the guy's throat.
"Shit, you suck cock good," Jake muttered. He grabbed the stranger's hair and held him down until he gagged, then let him up for air. The stranger stood, wiped his mouth, and dropped his own shorts. His cock was thick and veined, pointing straight at Jake.
"Turn around," the stranger ordered. Jake faced the tree, hands on the bark. The guy spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Jake's hole. No slow prep, just rough finger-fucking, stretching him open. Jake pushed back on the digits, already leaking pre-cum onto the leaves.
"Need that dick in me," Jake said. "Fuck me raw."
The stranger lined up and pushed in. One hard thrust buried half his cock. Jake hissed at the burn but rocked back for more. Inch by inch the stranger sank deeper until his balls pressed against Jake's ass. Then he started pounding. Fast, dirty strokes that slapped skin and shook the branches above them.
Jake reached down and jerked his own cock in time with the thrusts. The stranger's hands gripped his hips, pulling him back onto every slam. "Tight fucking hole," the stranger growled. "Gonna fill you up out here where anyone could walk by."
Sweat dripped down their bodies. Leaves crunched under their feet. The stranger pulled out, spun Jake around, and shoved him to his knees. Jake sucked the cock that had just been in his ass, tasting sweat and spit and his own musk. The stranger face-fucked him hard until spit coated his beard.
Then he hauled Jake up, bent him over a fallen log, and drove back in. This angle hit deeper. Jake's cock rubbed against the rough bark while the stranger hammered his prostate. Every thrust made Jake moan louder. The stranger reached around and stroked him rough and fast.
"Shoot that load," the stranger ordered. Jake came first, shooting thick ropes onto the log and dirt. His ass clenched around the cock inside him. The stranger grunted, buried to the hilt, and pumped hot cum deep into Jake's guts. He stayed inside, grinding through the aftershocks, cum leaking out around his shaft.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. The stranger pulled out slow, watching his load drip down Jake's thigh.
Jake turned and they kissed once, rough and messy, before pulling up their shorts.
"Same time next week?" the stranger asked.
Jake nodded. "Bring a friend if you want." They split up and headed back to the trail separately, both still tasting each other.
