Jake spotted the guy on the trail about a mile in. Tall, broad shoulders, tight hiking shorts that left nothing to the imagination. His ass flexed with every step. Jake adjusted his own cock, already half-hard from the heat and the sight. He picked up his pace until he was right behind him.
"Nice day for it," Jake said, voice low.
The guy turned. Dark eyes, stubble, a smirk. "Yeah. Gets better when you find the right spot." He nodded toward a narrow path off the main trail. "You following?"
Jake didn't answer with words. He just stepped off after him. The trees closed in quick, leaves crunching under boots. They didn't go far before the guy stopped in a small clearing, dropped his pack, and turned around. "Name's Matt. You want to suck my dick or what?"
Jake's cock twitched hard. "Fuck yes." He closed the distance, dropped to his knees on the dirt, and yanked Matt's shorts down. Thick cock sprang out, already leaking. Jake wrapped his hand around the base and swallowed the head without teasing. Matt groaned, hips pushing forward. Jake took him deep, throat working, spit running down his chin. He gagged once, pulled off, and spat on the shaft. "Tastes good. You been saving this load?"
Matt grabbed Jake's hair.
"Shut up and suck." He fucked into Jake's mouth in short thrusts. Jake's own dick strained against his shorts. He shoved a hand down to stroke himself while he worked Matt's cock, tongue flat on the underside, sucking hard on every pull back.
After a minute Matt pulled out. "Strip. I want that ass." Jake stood, kicked off his boots and shorts. His cock bobbed free, hard and red. Matt spun him around, bent him over a fallen log, and spread his cheeks. "Nice hole." He spit right on it, then pressed two fingers in dry. Jake hissed at the burn but pushed back. "More."
Matt worked the fingers in and out, rough and fast, until Jake was panting. "Fuck me already." Matt lined up his cock and shoved in. No slow entry. One hard thrust buried him balls-deep. Jake grunted, gripping the log. Matt didn't wait. He started pounding, skin slapping loud in the quiet woods. Every thrust drove Jake forward. His own cock swung beneath him, dripping.
"Take that dick," Matt growled. He grabbed Jake's hips and hammered harder. Jake's hole stretched around the thick shaft, the friction raw and perfect. Sweat ran down his back. Leaves stuck to his knees. Matt reached around and jerked Jake's cock in time with the thrusts. "You gonna come with my dick in you?"
Jake moaned. "Yeah. Keep fucking me." Matt angled up and nailed his prostate. Jake's legs shook. He came hard, shooting ropes onto the dirt and the log. His ass clamped down. Matt cursed, fucked through the clench, and unloaded deep inside. Hot pulses filled Jake until it leaked out around Matt's cock.
They stayed locked together a minute, breathing heavy. Matt pulled out slow. Cum dripped down Jake's thigh. "Round two in ten," Matt said, already stroking himself back to hardness. "Turn around. I want that mouth again."
Jake grinned and dropped to his knees once more, ready for more under the open sky. The woods stayed quiet except for the wet sounds and their low curses as they went at it again, dirt and sweat mixing, no one around to stop them.
