FabGuys.com forum: The walking group

By *c8484 OP Man
5 days ago

Dunfermline

When I spotted the small handwritten card pinned to the corkboard in the corner of the newsagent's window, I felt a flicker of curiosity stir inside me. Local walking group. Friendly, sociable, all ages welcome. It was simple, but something about it pulled me in.

I’d only just moved to the area, and with no real circle of friends yet, the idea of exploring the local woods and trails with others sounded like exactly what I needed. Fresh air, new faces, and lots of exercise

That evening, I dialed the number on the card. A smooth, warm voice answered after two rings. His name was Mike, he was local too, he explained and he ran the group. We talked easily, his tone friendly with just the faintest trace of something teasing beneath the surface. I told him I was new in town, just twenty-one, and looking to meet some like-minded people.

“Well,” he said, his voice dipping ever so slightly, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

There was a walk planned for the next morning, a gentle one, he assured me, some of the group were older and hadn’t shaken off the winter sluggishness yet. I asked what I’d need. “Nothing fancy,” Mike said. “Jeans and a decent pair of boots or trekking shoes. It’s just a local wood, but it’s a beautiful spot.”

Before I could second-guess it, Mike offered to pick me up. “I’m collecting a few others anyway,” he said smoothly. “It’s no trouble.”

I hesitated, just long enough for him to notice.

“I promise I don’t bite,” he added, a little chuckle in his voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

I gave him my address.

We agreed on 9:00 a.m. sharp.

And as I hung up, I couldn't help wondering just what kind of walk I’d signed up for.

The morning air was crisp, the kind that wakes your skin up before your mind’s fully there. I’d showered, dressed in fitted jeans and a snug thermal top, boots laced tight, trying not to look like I was trying. But still… I wanted to make an impression.

At 9:02, a charcoal grey SUV pulled up outside. Tinted windows. Clean. Confident. The kind of car you notice.

The passenger window rolled down, and there he was, Mike.

He looked nothing like I’d pictured. Late fifties, maybe early sixties. Beard just edging into salt-and-pepper. Broad shoulders under a tight long-sleeved top, veins visible along his forearms as he drummed casually on the steering wheel. There was a heat behind his eyes. Playing, knowing, and when he looked at me, it wasn’t the glance of a stranger. It was the kind of look that lingered. Measured. Like he was already picturing how I moved.

“You ready?” he asked, flashing a grin that was half welcome, half challenge.

“Yeah,” I said, slipping into the passenger seat. As I closed the door, the scent of him hit me, something earthy and clean, with a trace of cologne that clung to the air between us.

“Glad you came,” he added, eyes flicking briefly down over my body, before snapping back to the road. “Jeans look good.” My heart ticked faster.

We pulled away smoothly. I noticed the backseat had two other rucksacks tossed casually on it, but for now, it was just the two of us. Mike drove one-handed, relaxed, his other arm resting along the console, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him just inches from my thigh.

“So,” he said, after a beat. “New in town. Twenty-one. Brave enough to get in a car with a stranger who said he doesn't bite…”

I smirked. “You didn’t sound like a serial killer.”

He turned slightly, eyes on me for a second longer than necessary. “I’m not. But I do tend to leave a mark.”

There it was again , that heat under the words. He said it so casually, but I felt it land. Between my legs, I felt the start of a throb that hadn’t been there a minute ago.

The drive was short, maybe ten minutes, but charged. His hand brushed my knee when he reached for the gearstick once, maybe by accident, maybe not. He didn’t apologise

When we pulled into the small car park by the trail entrance, the others hadn’t arrived yet. The woods loomed just ahead, tall, quiet, and still damp with the remnants of early morning fog.

He turned off the engine and looked at me, fully this time. “We’re early,” he said. “And we’ve got a few minutes before the rest show up…”

His gaze dropped to my lips. Then lower., to the front of my jeans. Just for a second.

“Fancy stretching your legs?”

I stepped out of the SUV, boots crunching lightly on gravel. The woods ahead were hushed, the kind of stillness that makes everything feel more intimate.

Mike came around the car, stretching a little as he moved. His shirt lifted just enough to flash a line of tight stomach and that V that disappears below the waistband. He caught me looking. He didn’t say a word, just smirked, like he’d been waiting for it.

He tilted his head toward the trees. “C’mon. Just down here. I know a spot.”

We followed a narrow, barely touched trail a few metres into the woods. The morning fog clung low to the ground, curling around fallen logs and damp moss. It smelled like pine and wet earth and something more, tension. I could feel it rising with every step, hanging in the space between our bodies.

He stopped suddenly, at a clearing edged by ferns. No one in sight. Just the two of us, and the quiet buzz of early spring birdsong.

Mike turned, hands on his hips. “So,” he said, eyes sliding over me again, slower this time. “You like walking, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I like… getting out. Moving.”

His eyebrow twitched. “You look like you move well.”

And there it was, the line neither of us had crossed until now. My pulse kicked up. I shifted my weight, suddenly aware of how my jeans hugged my thighs, how close he was standing.

“You always flirt with the new guys?” I asked.

“Only the ones who stare at my mouth when I talk.”

I laughed, trying to play it cool but heat flushed across my chest, all the way down. He stepped closer. Not touching yet. Just watching me squirm under his gaze.

“I was right,” he murmured, his voice low. “You do fit right in.”

Then he reached out, slow, deliberate and let his fingers brush along the side of my neck, just below my ear. The touch was featherlight but electric, sending a jolt straight through me.

“Cold?” he asked, voice thick.

I shook my head. “No. Not cold.”

We stood like that, air heavy, breath shallow until I leaned in just slightly, just enough.That’s all he needed.

He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me, not soft. Hungry. Like he’d been thinking about it since the second we spoke on the phone.

I kissed him back just as hard. My hands found his chest, firm under the fabric, and I let myself sink into him, his beard grazing against my skin, his mouth tasting like coffee.

When we finally pulled apart, both breathing heavier than before, he kept his forehead against mine.

“We’ve got twenty minutes before the others show,” he murmured. “You wanna keep exploring the trail... or stay right here exploring?”

My answer came without thinking.

“Here,” I said. “Definitely here.”

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By *ew trixTV/TS
5 days ago

doncaster

Nice start

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By *heffields5s9bjMan
5 days ago

sheffield

I hope the rest of the group are going to join in the sexy fun.

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By *ravelguyMan
5 days ago

ipswich

Great start

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By *milesMan
5 days ago

Reading

Lovin it

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By *nowball meMan
5 days ago

MELKSHAM

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By *arucocMan
5 days ago

Machynlleth

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By *onmaccTV/TS
5 days ago

glasgow

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By *orfyMan
5 days ago

Aylsham

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By *atietv1TV/TS
5 days ago

co. Durham

Nice start xxxx

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By *ernonBarnezMan
5 days ago

North East

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By *otwillyMan
5 days ago

Scunthorpe

Good start

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By *c8484 OP Man
5 days ago

Dunfermline

His lips were on mine again before the last word had even left my mouth, only rougher this time, more urgent. Like he’d been holding back and finally let himself go.

I stumbled back against a moss-covered tree, his body pressing into mine, hard and unrelenting. His hands slid down to my hips, fingers curling tight. I could feel the heat radiating off him, feel the shape of him through his jeans, thick and ready, grinding slow against me.

“Fuck,” he murmured against my jaw, “You have no idea how long it’s been since I had a guy like you in these woods.”

His words sent a shiver straight through me.

“Show me,” I breathed.

Mike’s mouth was everywhere, along my neck, biting just hard enough to leave a mark, then softer, licking the soft bite mark away. One hand slipped up beneath my shirt, palm rough against my stomach as it dragged upward, fingers splaying across my chest, catching on my nipple and making me arch into him.

“You’re hot like this,” he growled, breath hot in my ear. “So fucking hot”.

I was already leaking into my jeans as my cock strained. I ground up against him, desperate for more friction. He kissed me again, deep, his hand sliding down between us.

“Let me,” he said, and before I could even answer, he was on his knees.

He looked up at me, hands tugging my belt loose with calm, confident control. His fingers brushed against the hard line of my cock through my pants, and he smirked. “I knew you’d be a handful.”

When he freed me, the cool air hit first, then his mouth. Hot and wet.

I gasped, my back hitting the tree, one hand bracing against the bark while the other tangled in his hair. Mike’s mouth was amazing as he worked with slow, steady strokes, tongue swirling just under the head, lips tight. He looked up again while he sucked, eyes locked on mine, as if he wanted me to see every second of what he was doing to me.

“God…Mike…fuck, you’re good,” I groaned, hips twitching forward.

He pulled back for just a second, lips shiny. “Better than good. Let’s see how you like this”

And then he took me deep, all of me until my knees nearly buckled.

The birds sang above us, the forest alive, but I couldn’t hear anything over the pounding in my chest, the slap of his mouth, the heat pooling deep in my gut.

I was close, embarrassingly fast, but he didn’t slow down, he just gripped my thighs tighter, pulled me closer, let me fuck his mouth like he wanted it.

When I finally came, hard, biting back a moan against the sleeve of my shirt he didn’t flinch. He swallowed every drop, then leaned back with that same cocky smile, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb as my hot cum dribbled out.

“Welcome to the group,” he said.

I was still catching my breath when a car pulled up in the distance.

Mike stood, brushing off his knees.

“Time to walk,” he grinned. “I’m sure the others will like you as much as I do”

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By *ditya2020Man
5 days ago

croydon

So well written....luv it

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By *eusemeMan
5 days ago

forfar

More please..

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By *ew trixTV/TS
5 days ago

doncaster

I good it’s group in the woods sex

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By *r Bi GuyMan
5 days ago

Stourbridge

Loving it so far, more please

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By *allguyUKMan
5 days ago

Leamington Spa

Beautifully written.

I’ve only read the opening post and I’m hard for more…

Erotic and - best of all - no horrible punctuation or spelling, to break the spell…

Eager to read more…

Keep the tale going, please!

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By *efty77Man
5 days ago

manchester

Well written and very good start, more please when ready

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By *otwillyMan
5 days ago

Scunthorpe

Well written good story

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By *edro208Man
5 days ago

sheffield

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By *unfollowerMan
5 days ago

Peterborough

Wow..others will like 😜

Soon it’s going to be an orgy..

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By *endeepMan
5 days ago

Great Yarmouth

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By *ickeymeatMan
5 days ago

sandown

Wow , lovely start, can’t wait to see how the walk goes !

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By *reyunMan
5 days ago

Perth

Great start Very erotic. Looking forward to more.

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By *c8484 OP Man
5 days ago

Dunfermline

Mike glanced toward the car park, then turned back to me with a look that said compose yourself... if you can.

Two guys stepped out of a battered old Land Rover. One tall, lean, with sandy-blond hair tied back in a loose knot, and a soft smile that immediately lingered a little too long on me. The other was darker, broader, with a short buzz cut and sleeves pushed up to show off arms carved by years of real work. Both of them looked older, maybe early fifties.

“Morning!” the blond one called out, heading toward us with a casual, easy energy. “You must be the new guy.”

“Yep,” Mike said before I could answer. “Just got him warmed up.”

I shot Mike a look, and he winked, that wicked grin still playing at his lips.

The buzz-cut guy raised a brow, clearly amused. “Warmed up, huh?”

“I’m James,” the blond guy said, reaching out a hand. His grip was firm, but his eyes did the talking as he stared down my chest, a twitch of approval when he clocked the outline of my jeans. “Nice to meet you.”

“Jamie,” I said, trying to play it cool.

The other guy nodded. “Ben.” The four of us started walking the trail, and I couldn’t ignore the weight of their glances. They didn’t try to hide it. James stuck close on my left, arms occasionally brushing mine, his voice low when he asked me where I was from, what brought me here, if I liked it “outdoors.”

“It’s peaceful,” I said, breath catching a bit as his hand lingered on my lower back,

James’ eyes lit up at that. Ben was quieter, but every time I looked back at him, he was watching me, not shy, not bashful. Just studying. Measuring. Like he was already imagining what he’d like to do to me.

At one point, Mike slowed behind us, leaning in close to my ear as the other two walked ahead.

“They’re into you,” he murmured. “Can’t blame them. You’ve got that... just fucked look.”

I flushed, my cock beginning to respond again.

“You okay with that?” he asked.

I didn’t answer right away. Just watched the way James’ jeans stretched across his ass as he stepped over a log, and the way Ben glanced back like he could feel me watching.

“Yeah,” I finally said, voice low. “I’m good with that.”

Mike smirked. “Good. ‘Cause we usually go for a longer route when there’s fresh meat.”

He stepped ahead, calling out, “James! Ben! Think we should take the path through the south ridge to that little clearing past the stream.”

James grinned back. “Oh yeah. That one’s got plenty of space.”

Ben’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

As we veered off the main path and deeper into the woods, the air grew thicker and warmer. I could feel it coming. The kind of hike you never forget.

The clearing was deeper than I expected, shielded by tall trees, with a soft patch of moss and grass underfoot. You could barely hear the road anymore. Just the rustle of leaves and the crunch of boots

As soon as we stepped into the open space, Ben dropped his backpack against a log, stretching his shoulders. James leaned against a tree, eyes locked on me like he was deciding where to start. Mike stood behind me, hands resting low on my hips.

“This is usually where we stop for a break,” he said, low in my ear. “But I think we’ve all got something else in mind.”

I felt hands grasping at me, working at my jacket. My shirt. My belt. No one said a word. It was like they’d done this before, like they’d waited for someone like me. I wasn’t nervous. I was desperate.

Shirt peeled off, jeans undone, they worked me naked like it was second nature to them. Four men and I was the centre of it all. Mike’s hands firm on my waist, James pulling me into a kiss that was all lips and tongue , Ben moving behind me, rough fingers sliding down the curve of my spine, teasing the edge of my bum.

“You’re gorgeous,” James muttered against my mouth. “So fucking tight. You ready for us?”

I nodded, breathless, exposed, cock throbbing, every nerve wide open.

Ben knelt behind me, spreading me with both hands, and I whimpered when his tongue met my bum. Firm, wet, skilled. He rimmed me slow, building it up until my legs trembled and my voice cracked with a moan. Mike held me steady, whispering in my ear about what they were going to do to me, and how well I was taking it.

Then James knelt in front of me, cock already out, thick and twitching, and guided it to my mouth.

“Open up,” he said.

I did. Greedy and eager. He slid in with a moan, gripping the back of my head, slow at first, then faster. I was full now, mouth and ass both pleasured together, spit and pre-cum dripping into the dirt.

Mike moved beside me, stroking himself as he watched. “That’s it,” he said. “We guessed you’d fit in, but this?” He smiled dark. “This is next level.”

Ben stood and pressed against me. I pushed back, needing it. When he slid in, it was fucking perfect. I gasped around James’s cock, and he groaned, hips twitching deeper into my throat.

Ben pounded me slow at first, then faster, both hands on my waist. James fucked my mouth like he owned it. Mike moved behind James, stroking him, then leaned down to kiss me while I sucked as hard as I could.

They moved in rhythm, taking me, using me, worshipping me. My cock was leaking without a touch, pressed between my thigh and James’s leg.

When James finally pulled out, gasping, “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he stroked once, twice, then just as I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue for him to rest his throbbing cock on, he could hold it no longer. Thick ropes of hot cum splashing my face and dripping into my mouth. He knelt back, watching, breathing hard, eyes glazed.

Mike instantly moved in behind me with no hesitation. “Now me,” he growled, pushing in beside Ben, stretching me wider.

Two cocks were now inside me, stretching, thrusting, deep and perfect. They were rough now, grunting, sweat mixing with the scent of woods and sex

James stroked my cock as I whimpered, lost in it all. When I finally came, it was amazing, a raw, full body quake that left my knees weak. I sprayed across James’s hand, moaning as Ben and Mike slammed into me harder, both chasing their own highs.

Ben came first, deep and loud, holding me tight as he emptied inside me. Mike followed seconds later, groaning my name, hips jerking, burying himself deep with a final thrust.

They all stepped back slowly, catching breath, their cum leaking from my bum, dripping onto the mossy floor of the forest.

James helped me sit back, passed me a water bottle, and smiled.

“Still want to join the walking group?” he teased.

I laughed, voice rough. “Oh I’ll be here every week.”

“Good”, laughed Mike. “There’s a few more guys I want you to meet.

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By *akingMan
5 days ago

birmingham

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By *nowball meMan
5 days ago

MELKSHAM

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By *ashtoolMan
5 days ago

belfast

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By *udedareMan
5 days ago

dundee

Oh this is a fantastic story. I need to join this walking group, maybe convince the to hike naked.

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By *uriouspantyMan
5 days ago

Swindon

Fuck I didn’t expect it to be this good

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By *elfbot56Man
4 days ago

Telford

Beautiful story and we'll written, I'd love to find a group of walkers like that.

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By *ernne67Man
4 days ago

Shoeburyness

Think I might invest in some walking boots

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By *c8484 OP Man
4 days ago

Dunfermline

Over the next few weeks, I barely had a moment to myself. Life had gotten in the way, and I found myself desperately missing the walking group. Mike, ever the glue that held us all together, had added me to the WhatsApp chat where weekend hikes and cheeky banter kept the thread buzzing. I watched the plans unfold for a long weekend in the Scottish Highlands, an ambitious escape culminating in an attempt at Ben Nevis. The only holdup seemed to be accommodation… until one morning, Mike dropped a message: he’d found a secluded lodge that slept twelve.

I didn’t hesitate. I was in.

We planned to leave early Thursday morning for a few days of relaxed walks, laughter, and whatever else the hills might inspire. Mike kindly offered to drive a few of us, and I eagerly took the lift.

Thursday arrived early. At exactly 7:00 AM, Mike rolled up in his sleek SUV. Ben was already in the passenger seat, poured into a black muscle T-shirt that hugged his chest and arms, his jeans riding tight around his thighs. I slid into the back, immediately feeling the simmer of anticipation.

“Just gotta pick up Geoff, my old man, and we’re off,” Ben grinned.

“Your dad?” I raised an eyebrow. Ben looked mid-fifties at most. I hadn’t imagined a walking group would be his dad’s scene.

“Yup,” Ben replied, chuckling. “He’s bagged every peak over 3,000 feet. Knees are shot now, but he still loves the lowland strolls.”

“And the rest,” Mike added with a knowing smirk.

Half an hour later, we pulled up to a large house. A sprightly older man stepped out with surprising energy, tossing his bag in the boot. He slid in next to me, his eyes twinkling.

“Hi, I’m….”

“Jamie,” he interrupted with a grin. “Oh, I’ve heard all about you,” he said, his fingers brushing down my leg as he fastened his seatbelt.

We hit the road, conversation flowing easily, tales of hikes, wild nights, and flirtations. Then, out of nowhere, Ben broke the rhythm with a devilish smile. “So… who’s everyone most looking forward to fucking this weekend?”

Mike burst into laughter. “You know me, equal opportunity slut.”

“And you, Geoff?” Mike called out from the driver’s seat.

Geoff’s gaze locked onto mine. “Well,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “if Ben’s told me the truth, I wouldn’t mind getting to know this one beside me.”

My face flushed, heat rising to my cheeks, and somewhere else. Geoff was older, sure, but fit, commanding, and that intense gaze made my cock stir in my jeans.

“Back windows are fully tinted,” Mike said with a grin. “If you two want to get acquainted.”

“That’s perfect,” Geoff said smoothly. “Why don’t you unzip those jeans, Jamie? Let’s see if the rumors are true.”

Ben turned in his seat, hunger in his eyes. Mike adjusted the rearview mirror for a better look.

Heart pounding, I slowly unzipped, tugging my pants down just enough to free my hardening cock.

“Very nice,” Geoff murmured, wrapping his hand around the base, slow and firm at first, then building a rhythm that sent sparks through me.

“Oi!” Mike called, half-laughing. “Don’t blow your load in the car. Just had it valeted.”

I glanced forward to see Ben stroking himself feverishly, clearly caught up in the show.

“There’s a service station coming up,” Mike said, voice thick with arousal. “We’ll stop there. Let off a little steam.”

He pulled into a secluded corner of the car park, well away from the main building, near a small patch of woods. A few idle lorries sat nearby, empty and silent.

We climbed out, adrenaline humming in the cool air. I took the lead, heading into the woods, finding a clearing bathed in soft morning light. I turned back, Mike, Ben, and Geoff were behind me, all unzipped, cocks in hand, eyes locked on me like wolves circling their prey.

Geoff stepped forward, dominance written across his face. “On your knees, Jamie,” he said, voice deep and commanding. “That’s it… be a good lad.”

And I dropped, ready.

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By *orth yorks guyMan
4 days ago

Castleford

Great start

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By *bbeyparkMan
4 days ago

grimsby

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By *azz246Man
4 days ago

west coast

Aw yes, this is hot as fuck

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By *udedareMan
4 days ago

dundee

Oh yeah this is getting better and better.

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By *ornytimeMan
4 days ago

Cheltenham centre

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By *e again 200Man
4 days ago

edinburgh

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By *ers300Man
4 days ago

West Kirby

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By *ers300Man
4 days ago

West Kirby

Nothing better than being out in nature 😉

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By *hrewsbicdxxMan
4 days ago

Shrewsbury

Got me very hard x

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By *orfyMan
4 days ago

Aylsham

So hot and I'm hard reading this! Can't wait for more

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By *ohnny 51Man
4 days ago

Middlewich

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By *inkymindedMan
4 days ago

flintshire

Great story. I want to join this walking group and be there dirty slut.

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By *otstuff2Man
4 days ago

Torbay

Just what I need in Devon, a walking group nearby

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By *e_bi_gumMan
4 days ago

Stockport

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By *AM2214Man
4 days ago

Central Lakes

Oh this is my dream walking group...new meaning to Munro bagging if someone called Munro peaks

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By *otwillyMan
4 days ago

Scunthorpe

Excellent. Good reason to join a walking group

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By *uriouspantyMan
4 days ago

Swindon

Bloody hell im at work and rock hard reading this

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By *herub65Man
4 days ago

Reading

What a great story. Please continue when you’re ready

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By *acobite500Man
4 days ago

Neartown

Great story

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By *c8484 OP Man
4 days ago

Dunfermline

I dropped to my knees, heart pounding with a wild, primal need. The clearing felt like a stage, and I was front and centre, the air thick with arousal and anticipation.

Geoff stepped close, his cock throbbing and rigid in his hand. “Open wide,” he growled, the hunger in his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I did as I was told, mouth parting as he eased himself in, slow at first, then deeper, until I felt the weight of him pressing against my tongue. I moaned as my tongue struggled to flick over his shaft, lost in the sensation, the smell of the woods, the feel of rough bark against my knees, and the glances from Mike and Ben, both stroking themselves.

“That’s it, just like that,” Geoff murmured, hand in my hair now, holding me in place. “You’re a natural, aren’t you?”

Before I could answer, a cough cut through the air. I glanced up briefly, two lorry drivers in high vis vests, burly and broad, had made their way from the edge of the woods. They paused for a second, watching the scene unfold, eyes dark and hungry.

“Hell of a pit stop this,” one of them muttered, stepping forward, his fly already open. “Mind if we join?”

Mike didn’t miss a beat. “Room for everyone,” he grinned, stepping aside to give them a better view. “Jamie here’s more than willing.”

One of the lorry drivers came up behind me, running a rough hand along my back before sliding around to stand beside Geoff. “Damn,” he muttered, stroking himself. “Pretty little mouth on you.”

The other man joined the growing circle, already hard, his eyes raking over me. “This is the kind of service station I’ve been missing out on?”

Geoff pulled out with a wet sound, and before I could catch my breath, another cock was at my lips, only this time thicker, heavier, the scent of sweat and fuel clinging to the lorry drivers skin. He pushed in without hesitation, filling my mouth, his grip firm on the back of my head.

They took turns, rougher now, grunting, cursing, using me as their shared pleasure. My jaw ached, but I didn’t care. The thrill of it, the raw heat, the sheer filth of being passed between them in a circle of lust, it was overwhelming.

Mike moved closer, stroking himself faster now. “You’re doing so well, Jamie,” he panted. “Just a little more…”

I could feel it building, their breathing heavy, their thrusts more frantic. Someone grunted. Another groaned. And then, one by one, they all reached that point of no return.

Geoff was first, pulling me close, unloading across my face with a low, satisfied growl. Hot ropes of cum splashed over my cheek, lips and chin. The others followed in quick succession, Ben next, then Mike, the lorry drivers both finishing me off with gritted teeth and shuddering hips.

When it was over, I was panting, dripping, heart still racing. My face was a mess, hot, wet, and filthy, and I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so used… and so wanted.

“Damn,” one of the lorry drivers said, zipping up. “That’s one hell of a morning rest stop.”

Geoff leaned down, thumb brushing a strand of cum from my cheek. “This is going to be an amazing weekend, and it’s only just started.”

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By *obert111222Man
4 days ago

Glenrothes

Great story x

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By *ob2Man
4 days ago

dungannon

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By *uriouspantyMan
4 days ago

Swindon

😱👍

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By *ikki1970Man
4 days ago

leicester

I need to find a walking group nearby ...

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By *asher72Man
4 days ago

Newton Abbot

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By *orfyMan
4 days ago

Aylsham

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By *ohnny 51Man
4 days ago

Middlewich

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By *umluverxxxTV/TS
4 days ago

Hook

This would be great, would love to be used outside x

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By *otwillyMan
4 days ago

Scunthorpe

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By *laiddMan
4 days ago

London

Fuck love this

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By *unwithuMan
4 days ago

manchester

I love this story too

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By *ukesidewaysMan
4 days ago

nuneaton

Very interesting.

Would really like to be sat next to you as you type.

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By *ob2Man
4 days ago

dungannon

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By *aleuk1965Man
4 days ago

newhall

So hot, beautifully written.

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By *reyunMan
4 days ago

Perth

My walking group is nothing like this - unfortunately. Love the story - got me really horny. Many thanks. And looking forward to the next instalment.

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By *ot Sweet or InnocentMan
4 days ago

Coventry

I want to find a walking group local to me like this now

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By *ernonBarnezMan
4 days ago

North East

Nice

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By *eadar123Man
4 days ago

dublin

Hot

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By *unfollowerMan
4 days ago

Peterborough

If only all walking groups were like this….

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By *ife is a cruiseMan
3 days ago

havant

Wow

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By *otstuff2Man
3 days ago

Torbay

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By *ust 58Man
3 days ago

london

Fantastic early morning read

Hot, horny and incredibly well written and detailed

Can’t wait for more

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By *teve carrickMan
3 days ago

Redhill

More please asap my cock is hard I'm covered in pre cum mmmmmm

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By *c8484 OP Man
3 days ago

Dunfermline

The next few hours passed in a blur. I was exhausted, the hum of the car lulling me to sleep as the scenery slipped by. When I finally stirred, it was nearing midday. Mike was turning off the main road onto a winding gravel path, dust kicking up behind us as we approached the lodge nestled in the folds of the hills.

The lodge itself was striking, timber-framed, with huge glass panels reflecting the sky and mountains beyond. We unpacked quickly, the cool mountain air filling my lungs as we carried our bags inside. The lounge was already lively; a few of the guys had arrived earlier and were sprawled across a huge leather sofa, half watching the TV and sipping beers.

My gaze swept the room, and then landed on Ben. He was walking with purpose toward James, that familiar, charming older man who had given me a rather memorable experience on our first hike together a few weeks ago. He stood with two other men, both around sixty, laughing and relaxed. I quickly realised I was the youngest person there by far.

James noticed me and broke into a wide grin. “Jamie! Long time no see,” he said with a deep, velvety chuckle. “Come meet the guys.”

He gestured to the two men beside him. “This is Simon, and that’s Chris.”

We exchanged handshakes, their grip warm and confident. The four of us stood chatting about the trip ahead, excitement brewing over our plan to tackle Ben Nevis.

“Well,” Ben said, stretching, “I’m off to wash the road off me.” He disappeared toward the showers.

Simon turned to me with a friendly smile. “You’re with us, me and Chris. We’ve already got the room sorted. Come on, we’ll show you.”

As Mike called out that everyone should be in by five, suggesting a short hike followed by a barbecue, the lounge buzzed with laughter and chatter. I followed Simon and Chris down a wide hallway to our room.

The bedroom was spacious, with three neatly made single beds. Chris and Simon had already staked their claim, so I dropped my rucksack beside the third and collapsed onto it with a yawn.

“Tired, Jamie?” Chris asked, eyeing me with a knowing smile.

“Yeah,” I said, stretching. “Didn’t sleep great last night.”

Chris chuckled. “Ben couldn’t wait to fill us in on your wild morning too.”

I flushed, heat rising in my cheeks.

“Sounds like you were left... a little unsatisfied,” Simon said, his voice low and inviting. “Why don’t we help with that? Nothing too heavy, mind you, us older guys need to pace ourselves.”

I felt my pulse quicken. The tension in the air shifted, heavy with anticipation. I stepped toward them. Simon met me halfway, cupping my face and leaning in for a slow, deliberate kiss, lips soft, tongue teasing. Behind me, Chris moved in, his hands already working at my jeans, easing them down just enough.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” Chris murmured, slipping his hand inside. He didn’t rush. No sudden grabs, just a slow, deliberate caress, cupping my balls, fingers grazing, tracing lines of warmth that made me instantly hard.

Simon’s hands joined the exploration, gliding over the fabric of my briefs before slipping inside, his palm wrapping around my shaft. I moaned into his mouth, hips twitching.

“Poor Jamie,” Simon murmured, his voice thick with lust. “You really were desperate for this.”

He paused only to unzip his own jeans, freeing himself. Chris followed suit, and soon, the three of us stood close, our bodies brushing as each of us stroked ourselves inside the confines of our pants, the soft friction heightening everything.

The room was filled with the sounds of breath and need, the air growing warmer by the second. Our hands moved faster, more urgently now.

“I’m not going to last,” Chris groaned, his hand slick with pre-cum as he glanced at the two of us.

Simon’s pants slid down just enough for his cock to spring free. “Fuck... I’m gonna cum,” he gasped.

Chris and I did the same, and for a moment, the three of us stood, hard and trembling, our cocks brushing against each other as Simon climaxed first, hot spurts of cum landing across us. Chris followed, moaning loudly as thick waves of cum joined the mess.

“C’mon, Jamie,” Chris urged, his eyes locked on mine. “Let go.”

I couldn’t hold it any longer. My body spasmed, the release intense, as I sprayed onto them, warmth and pleasure crashing through me. Their pants, already soaked, bore the marks of our shared enjoyment.

We collapsed onto the beds, panting and laughing softly, the quiet buzz settling over us. Still in our stained clothes, none of us moved for a while. I stared at the ceiling, my heartbeat slowly calming.

Something told me this was only the beginning, and I couldn’t wait to see where the weekend would lead.

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By *reyunMan
3 days ago

Perth

Mmmmmm….

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By *bbeyparkMan
3 days ago

grimsby

Damn that was such a horny chapter,hard cocks in underwear being stroked

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By *inkymindedMan
3 days ago

flintshire

Great story

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By *ust 58Man
3 days ago

london

Nice horny surprise instalment…. gonna be a good weekend for us all ahead

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By *uriouspantyMan
3 days ago

Swindon

I’ve cum with each chapter so far…I’ll never get any work done

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By *herub65Man
3 days ago

Reading

This is definitely a different group to the one l belong. Roll on the next chapter x

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By *ust 58Man
3 days ago

london

"I’ve cum with each chapter so far…I’ll never get any work done "

…. Was just thinking the same …. I’ll set myself a goal and then thoroughly enjoy a wank after

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By *unwithuMan
3 days ago

manchester

This is going to be a wild adventure

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By *otwillyMan
3 days ago

Scunthorpe

Hot 🔥🔥

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By *unis333Man
3 days ago

Fleet

Sign me up please

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By *orfyMan
3 days ago

Aylsham

Love the feeling of a warm wet cock mmmm

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By *itt000Man
3 days ago

Leicester

Wish the walking group I’m in was like this one, would be great. Very good story.

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By *icky13Man
3 days ago

Didcot

Brilliant story had a great wank reading it

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By *lare_thomas38TV/TS
3 days ago

my town

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By *ob2Man
3 days ago

dungannon

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By *ornysuckerMan
3 days ago

Portsmouth

This is so hot loving it!!

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By *unfollowerMan
3 days ago

Peterborough

Surely this was just the beginning..

Wait until you are in the centre of the group and be gangbanged..

Can’t wait to hear the rest of it

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By *ornytimeMan
3 days ago

Cheltenham centre

Excellent

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By *ust_havin_funMan
3 days ago

mine

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By *uestioning_LifeMan
3 days ago

City Centre (Mostly)

Can someone send an update when the next part is up?

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By *c8484 OP Man
3 days ago

Dunfermline

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3 days ago

Dunfermline

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3 days ago

Dunfermline

After a few hours of much-needed rest, I was stirred awake by the low hum of voices drifting in from just outside our room. Chris and Simon were gone, beds made, their swimming trunks folded neatly on top, like a silent invitation to whatever came next.

I remembered Mark mentioning something about a party on the first night: a barbecue, drinks, and a dip in the hot tub. Just the thought of it stirred something deep in me. I was more than ready.

I hit the shower, letting the hot spray jolt me fully awake, then toweled off and changed into a fresh T-shirt and snug shorts, my new swim trunks beneath. They hugged my hips perfectly—tight, flattering, and promising.

The lounge had transformed. The place was buzzing with bodies, guys lounging on sofas, sprawled across bean bags, drinks in hand, the air thick with laughter and the electric hum of anticipation. I grabbed a cold beer from an ice bucket and made my way to Ben and James.

“Where’s Mark?” I asked, raising my bottle in a lazy cheers.

James grinned. “Outside. Glued to the barbecue. Nothing comes between that man and his meat.”

Right on cue, Mike strutted in from the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron with a cartoonishly sexy butler printed across his bare chest. The room erupted—cheers, whistles, laughter, as he struck a ridiculous pose.

“Dinner’s served, boys!” he announced, voice deep and deliciously cocky. “Steaks, sausages, burgers, you’re gonna need the energy.”

We followed him out into the golden spill of early evening. The backyard glowed under string lights. The scent of grilled meat hung heavy in the warm air. A long picnic table groaned under the weight of food, steaks stacked high, sausages glistening, burgers oozing juice.

“Dive in!” Mike roared. “Tonight’s just getting started.”

And we did, ravenous, laughing, tearing into the feast like wolves. Meat disappeared fast. Beer flowed. The sun dipped below the horizon, melting into twilight.

A sultry house track pulsed through the outdoor speakers, the beat vibrating through the patio stones.

Once the food was gone and the drinks had loosened us up, the vibe shifted. Shirts came off. Someone popped a bottle of Prosecco and sprayed it like we’d won something. Maybe we had.

Mark returned, now shirtless and slick with sweat from the grill. His eyes caught mine and lingered, dropping to the waistband of my trunks peeking above my shorts. The smirk he gave said everything.

“You guys coming?” he asked, nodding toward the far end of the garden.

Steam curled from a sunken hot tub, its blue LED lights casting soft ripples over the bubbling water. No hesitation. I stripped my shirt and shorts, feeling eyes on me as I followed the others, the heat of anticipation alive under my skin. My trunks clung low and tight, teasing just enough.

The water was scorching and perfect, wrapping around my body like a second skin. Mark lounged across from me, one arm draped along the edge, beer bottle loose in his grip. His chest rose and fell slowly.

Ben slid in beside me, our thighs brushing beneath the surface. James joined, stretching out lazily across from us. Someone passed around whisky, rich, warm, and far too smooth. It burned just enough to dull hesitation, pulling laughter and dirty jokes from loose tongues.

Touches started to linger. Eyes locked longer. Under the water, hands began to roam, not just mine.

Mike, still in his ridiculous apron, now soaked and see-through, leaned down to whisper something to Simon that made the poor guy flush crimson. Simon splashed him, catching me and Ben in the crossfire. Ben lunged, laughing, grabbing Simon and pulling him onto his lap.

“Looks like things are heating up,” Mark drawled, his gaze locked on me.

I held his eyes and sipped my drink as a hand, not mine, brushed the inside of my thigh beneath the surface.

The tub was crowded now, heat and skin and something deeper vibrating through the space. Conversation stayed casual on the surface, but underneath it all, everything was building. The jokes were filthier. The touches, less accidental.

Mark hadn’t looked away from me once. Even when he was chatting with Chris, or sipping his drink, his gaze found me again and again.

I shifted closer to Ben, our skin grazing. His breath barely there, and he gave me a knowing smirk.

Then James stood, water dripping from his chest as he stepped out for more drinks. Every eye followed him.

Mike leaned back, legs spread beneath the bubbles. “Alright,” he said, his voice deep and slow, “who’s brave enough to start the next game?”

Groans, chuckles. Someone muttered, “God, what now?”

Mark grinned. “Truth or Dare,” he said,

A few guys shook their heads. Curious. Nervous.

“Simple rules,” Mark went on. “One question. One answer. Tell the truth or take the dare. But hesitate… and you lose a layer.”

Ben snorted. “We’re already down to our last ones.”

Mark’s smile gleamed. “Exactly.”

No one said no. James returned with drinks. The game began, playful, teasing. First kisses. Favorite positions. Last hook-up.

Then the dares escalated. A kiss between two strangers that got quiet, too intense to be just a joke. Someone’s hand wandered beneath the bubbles and didn’t come back up.

And then it was my turn.

Mark looked at me. “Truth or dare?”

Silence.

“Dare,” I said, my voice steady.

He grinned, slow and hungry. “I dare you to pick someone and sit in their lap for the next two rounds.”

Laughter. Whistles. All eyes on me.

I already knew.

I rose, water cascading down me, trunks clinging to every line. Then stepped forward and lowered myself into Mark’s lap.

His hands caught my waist, firm and deliberate. The tub exhaled as one.

Mark didn’t move. Just held me there, his thumbs brushing the bare skin just above my trunks, his body solid beneath mine.

I shifted, slow, pressing against the hard shape of him under the water. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak. Just leaned in, his lips grazing my ear.

“You sure you want to play like this?”

I didn’t answer. My hips did.

The room around us blurred. James licked whipped cream off Chris’s abs. Someone was making out in the corner. But all I could feel was Mark, his breath, his grip, his heat.

Then Ben was behind me. His hands on my chest. His mouth on mine.

Mark stayed pressed to my back, one hand sliding down beneath the water, gripping my thigh and pulling me closer. His mouth found my neck, tongue teasing before teeth scraped gently, claiming.

Ben kissed me like he meant it. Tongue, teeth, hunger.

Mark’s hand slipped into my trunks. He wrapped around me, slow and confident.

“Already so hard,” he growled against my throat.

Ben’s hands toyed with my nipples, and I bucked against Mark’s grip. I reached back, finding Ben’s cock under the water, palming him. He hissed.

We moved together, bodies slick, water rocking with us. Mark’s strokes firmed. Ben’s kisses deepened.

Then Mark tugged my trunks down, slow and deliberate. A breath later, Ben’s were gone too.

Mark shifted, lifting me just enough to open me up, angling me back until I was draped across him. His mouth on my neck again.

“You want more?”

I nodded, panting. “Yes. Please.”

He teased me with shallow thrusts, pressure building, until I trembled. I grabbed Ben’s shoulders as Mark pushed in, deep, slow, thick. I gasped, clenching around him.

Ben kissed me again, grounding me. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in sync with Mark’s rhythm.

The three of us moved like we were made for this. Mark fucking me slow and deep, Ben jerking me off and whispering filth against my lips.

I was moaning now, unabashed. The rest of the tub was watching, some touching themselves. I didn’t care.

Mark’s thrusts hit deeper. Ben’s strokes quickened. The heat inside me spiraled, burning up.

“Come for us,” Mark growled.

And I did, hard, shaking, gasping. My release spilled between us, and Mark fucked me through every aftershock before groaning into my neck and filling me.

Another guy stepped closer, moaning as he came on my cheek.

Ben kissed me again, slower this time, his cock still pressed against me. I looked up at him, chest heaving, grinning.

“Who’s next?” I asked.

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By *udedareMan
2 days ago

dundee

Oh this just gets better and better

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2 days ago

grimsby

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2 days ago

Scunthorpe

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By *orfyMan
2 days ago

Aylsham

Hot

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By *lare_thomas38TV/TS
2 days ago

my town

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2 days ago

manchester

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2 days ago

MELKSHAM

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By *uriousjimMan
2 days ago

middleton

I need this 🍆🍆🍆

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By *c8484 OP Man
2 days ago

Dunfermline

“He’s mine next,” Mike said, suddenly appearing on the decking with that cocky grin of his. I blinked, I hadn’t even realised he’d been gone. I’d been too wrapped up in Mark, who I’d been briefly introduced to earlier.

“Hey, Mike,” I said, smiling. “Didn’t realise you weren’t around.”

Mike chuckled, his eyes dark with mischief. “Just getting a few things sorted for tomorrow night’s ‘after climb’ party,” he said, then added with a smirk, “I see you found my brother though, Jamie.”

“Yeah… probably should’ve mentioned Mike’s my brother,” Mark laughed, stretching an arm lazily over the edge of the hot tub. “You’re right though, bro? He’s got one hell of a tight ass. Filled him up real nice.”

“Just warming him up for me, you mean,” Mike growled playfully. He leaned in, grabbing the back of my head with a firm, possessive grip. “You’re a filthy one, aren’t you?” he whispered against my lips.

Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly from the tub, water cascading down my body, steam rising from my skin. “Let’s take this indoors.”

As we headed toward the house, Mike turned and shouted, “Anyone else wanna have some fun with Jamie?” Mark, already hard again and stroking himself, followed eagerly along with a few others, their eyes hungry and gleaming.

Inside, the main sitting room was dimly lit, the scent of sex already lingering from earlier. Our wet bodies glistened in the low light. “Lie back on the sofa, bro,” Mike said to Mark, who obediently dropped onto the cushions, hard and waiting.

“Fuckin’ sit on that,” Mike murmured in my ear, guiding me onto Mark’s cock. I gasped as I slid down, Mark’s thick shaft filling me, stretching me open again. I rode him slowly, my ass rising and falling, savoring every slick, ribbed inch.

Then Mike was behind me, his hand pressing firmly between my shoulders, pushing me forward. “Yeah, I can get in there,” he growled, and in one deep thrust, he was inside me too. I cried out, the sting of his entry sharp but electric. The pressure of both of them inside me making me dizzy.

Two more guys stood in front of me, stroking their cocks, watching us with lust in their eyes. I opened my mouth, ready, but before I could take the first cock, he let go, hot ropes of cum splattering across my face, sticky and warm.

I moaned as the rhythm behind me grew rougher, deeper. I wanted it all, their thrusts, their sweat, their cum.

I barely had time to lick the cum from my lips before the second guy stepped closer, cock in hand, eyes locked on mine. “Open wide,” he muttered. I obeyed, and he slid himself into my mouth, groaning as I took him deep. My throat flexed around him, the taste of pre-cum mixing with the other guy’s load still fresh on my tongue.

Behind me, Mike was pounding harder now, every thrust pushing me deeper onto Mark’s cock. The pressure was intense, overwhelming, delicious. I was sandwiched between them, used and adored, their grunts and moans a chorus in my ears. Mark reached up, grabbing my hips to hold me steady as he thrust up into me, matching Mike’s rhythm perfectly.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” Mark growled, sweat beading on his chest, muscles tensing beneath me. “You’re gonna make me blow…”

Mike slapped my ass hard. “Not yet, bro. I want him begging for it first.”

The guy in my mouth shuddered, pulling out suddenly and stroking himself just inches from my face. He exploded across my lips, hot and thick, the second wave of cum painting my cheek and chin. I gasped as it dripped down, the sensation only fueling the heat building inside me.

Mike leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at you. Covered in cum, stuffed full… You love being our little toy, don’t you?”

I moaned in response, barely able to speak as my body clenched around them. My own cock pulsing between my legs, untouched but slick with need.

Another guy came forward, stroking himself as he watched. “Can I?” he asked Mike, voice trembling with excitement.

Mike nodded. “Get in front of him. Fill his mouth while we fill the rest.”

I opened eagerly, welcoming him in, letting him use me while my body was stretched and pounded. The rhythm grew wild and desperate. Mark's hands gripped my hips tighter, his cock twitching inside me.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mark groaned, “I can’t…fuck…”

I felt it, the hot flood of his release deep inside me, and then Mike was right behind, slamming hard one last time before he let go, growling as he filled me up, their warmth mixing, overflowing.

I collapsed forward, chest heaving, body slick with sweat, cum, and water. The guy in my mouth cried out as he shot his load down my throat, his hips jerking as I swallowed every drop.

When it was done, I lay there on the sofa, trembling, breathless, stuffed full and soaked in pleasure. Mike leaned over me, brushing my hair from my face and smirking.

My body trembled as I lay sprawled across Mark’s chest, still impaled on his softening cock, Mike’s cum slowly seeping out of me with every little movement. My breath came in shallow gasps, muscles twitching with the aftershocks of being so completely used and filled.

Someone handed me a towel, and I sat up slowly, the cool air brushing over my soaked skin. I wiped my face, the sticky trails of cum still clinging to my cheeks and lips, and smiled to myself. I’d never felt so dirty… or so satisfied.

Mike flopped onto the rug beside the sofa, his chest rising and falling. “Damn,” he muttered, running a hand over his abs, glistening with sweat. “You took that like a fuckin’ champ.”

Mark groaned beneath me, reaching up to lazily squeeze my ass. “He was made for it.”

I slipped off him gently, wincing at the mix of soreness and pleasure that pulsed between my legs. A few of the other guys lounged nearby, sprawled on armchairs or stretched out on the floor, their cocks still half-hard, watching me with hungry eyes.

“Drink?” one of them offered, holding out a glass of cold water.

I took it gratefully, the icy chill shocking my tongue after the heat of everything else. I sank onto a cushion, curling one leg beneath me, still slick and dripping, still glowing. My chest rose and fell slowly, the room finally quiet, except for the soft, satisfied moans and lazy chuckles “Right guys”, shouted Mike. “Fun’s over for tonight, we’ve got a big day tomorrow”

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By *orfyMan
2 days ago

Aylsham

Mmm, soaked reading this

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By *punky1Man
2 days ago

just outside of thetford

Great story , can I join the walking party

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By *erewegoagain99Couple (MM)
2 days ago

Heysham

Awesome

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By *otwillyMan
2 days ago

Scunthorpe

Hot, hot, hot

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By *laiddMan
2 days ago

London

Why does this never happen to me lol

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By *unfollowerMan
2 days ago

Peterborough

OMG..

What a fuck fest it is…

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By *udedareMan
2 days ago

dundee

Oh fuck this is great

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By *uckspilgrim555Man
2 days ago

aylesbury

Brilliant

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2 days ago

MELKSHAM

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By *ames deepMan
2 days ago

Bristol

"When I spotted the small handwritten card pinned to the corkboard in the corner of the newsagent's window, I felt a flicker of curiosity stir inside me. Local walking group. Friendly, sociable, all ages welcome. It was simple, but something about it pulled me in.

“Well,” he said, his voice dipping ever so slightly, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

Before I could second-guess it, Mike offered to pick me up. “I’m collecting a few others anyway,” he said smoothly. “It’s no trouble.”

I hesitated, just long enough for him to notice.

“I promise I don’t bite,” he added, a little chuckle in his voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

I gave him my address.

We agreed on 9:00 a.m. sharp.

And as I hung up, I couldn't help wondering just what kind of walk I’d signed up for.

At 9:02, a charcoal grey SUV pulled up outside. Tinted windows. Clean. Confident. The kind of car you notice.

The passenger window rolled down, and there he was, Mike.

“You ready?” he asked, flashing a grin that was half welcome, half challenge.

“Yeah,” I said, slipping into the passenger seat. As I closed the door, the scent of him hit me, something earthy and clean, with a trace of cologne that clung to the air between us.

“Glad you came,” he added, eyes flicking briefly down over my body, before snapping back to the road. “Jeans look good.” My heart ticked faster.

“So,” he said, after a beat. “New in town. Twenty-one. Brave enough to get in a car with a stranger who said he doesn't bite…”

I smirked. “You didn’t sound like a serial killer.”

He turned slightly, eyes on me for a second longer than necessary. “I’m not. But I do tend to leave a mark.”

There it was again , that heat under the words. He said it so casually, but I felt it land. Between my legs, I felt the start of a throb that hadn’t been there a minute ago.

The drive was short, maybe ten minutes, but charged. His hand brushed my knee when he reached for the gearstick once, maybe by accident, maybe not. He didn’t apologise

When we pulled into the small car park by the trail entrance, the others hadn’t arrived yet. The woods loomed just ahead, tall, quiet, and still damp with the remnants of early morning fog.

He turned off the engine and looked at me, fully this time. “We’re early,” he said. “And we’ve got a few minutes before the rest show up…”

His gaze dropped to my lips. Then lower., to the front of my jeans. Just for a second.

“Fancy stretching your legs?”

I stepped out of the SUV, boots crunching lightly on gravel. The woods ahead were hushed, the kind of stillness that makes everything feel more intimate.

He tilted his head toward the trees. “C’mon. Just down here. I know a spot.”

He stopped suddenly, at a clearing edged by ferns. No one in sight. Just the two of us, and the quiet buzz of early spring birdsong.

Mike turned, hands on his hips. “So,” he said, eyes sliding over me again, slower this time. “You like walking, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I like… getting out. Moving.”

His eyebrow twitched. “You look like you move well.”

And there it was, the line neither of us had crossed until now. My pulse kicked up. I shifted my weight, suddenly aware of how my jeans hugged my thighs, how close he was standing.

“You always flirt with the new guys?” I asked.

“Only the ones who stare at my mouth when I talk.”

I laughed, trying to play it cool but heat flushed across my chest, all the way down. He stepped closer. Not touching yet. Just watching me squirm under his gaze.

“I was right,” he murmured, his voice low. “You do fit right in.”

Then he reached out, slow, deliberate and let his fingers brush along the side of my neck, just below my ear. The touch was featherlight but electric, sending a jolt straight through me.

“Cold?” he asked, voice thick.

I shook my head. “No. Not cold.”

We stood like that, air heavy, breath shallow until I leaned in just slightly, just enough.That’s all he needed.

He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me, not soft. Hungry. Like he’d been thinking about it since the second we spoke on the phone.

I kissed him back just as hard. My hands found his chest, firm under the fabric, and I let myself sink into him, his beard grazing against my skin, his mouth tasting like coffee.

When we finally pulled apart, both breathing heavier than before, he kept his forehead against mine.

“We’ve got twenty minutes before the others show,” he murmured. “You wanna keep exploring the trail... or stay right here exploring?”

My answer came without thinking.

“Here,” I said. “Definitely here.”"
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By *unwithuMan
1 day ago

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By *agerforbothMan
1 day ago

perth

Awesome writing

Makes me want a club like that

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By *icky13Man
1 day ago

Didcot

So fucking good

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By *lare_thomas38TV/TS
1 day ago

my town

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By *ibblerMan
1 day ago

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By *uriouspantyMan
1 day ago

Swindon

My go to story now

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1 day ago

Peterborough

When is the big day coming ??

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By *pton OGoodeMan
1 day ago

outside of city

wow, now i want to join a hiking club

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By *c8484 OP Man
1 day ago

Dunfermline

Next morning we were all up and dressed for the hike up Ben Nevis. Mike and Mark would be leading the groups; the two brothers were the most experienced and had climbed the mountain before.

It was early, mist still clung low over the foothills, and the chill in the air had everyone bundling into their base layers. But spirits were high. There was something about the shared excitement, the shared challenge, that brought a buzz to the group. Maybe it was the fresh air, or the way the tight hiking gear hugged the body just a bit too well, but there was definitely a crackle of something more between a few of us.

Mike, as usual, was already teasing everyone, adjusting backpack straps just a little too slowly, his hands lingering a little too long across chests.

“You packed light,” Mike murmured, grinning. “You sure you’re not just hoping I’ll carry you halfway up?”

I smirked, my breath visible in the cool morning air. “Depends. Is that an offer?”

Mark caught the exchange as he passed by, shaking his head. “You two can flirt at the summit. Let’s just get moving before the weather turns.”

The group split into two, with Mike taking the lead on one trail while Mark guided the rest a few minutes behind. I found myself between them, close enough to hear both their voices but not quite part of either group, until Mike dropped back beside me.

“You doing okay?” he asked, his voice low and warm. “You’re quieter than usual.”

I nodded, though I could feel the thrum of anticipation rising, not just from the climb, but from being this close to Mike. His hand brushed mine briefly, as if by accident, but the contact sent a jolt through me. He noticed.

“Careful,” he said with a half-smile. “Paths get slippery the higher we go.”

When he moved closer a second time, his hand didn’t just brush mine it lingered. A deliberate touch, fingertips grazing the inside of my wrist like he was memorizing the texture of my skin. My breath hitched, and when I turned to him, his gaze met mine, steady and unflinching, lit with a hunger.

The trail curved into a quieter stretch, tree branches forming a canopy above us, muffling the breeze. The group’s voices faded behind a ridge, distant and irrelevant now. Mike slowed until we were alone, just the crunch of gravel underfoot and the pulse in my throat beating loud enough to drown out everything else.

“You warm enough?” he asked, voice low, eyes sweeping over me like he already knew the answer.

“I’m fine,” I said, though the word came out husky.

He stopped abruptly, turning to face me with a look that made my skin tighten. His stance was relaxed, but his eyes? Focused. Smoldering. Like he’d found exactly what he’d come for.

“I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday,” he said, stepping closer. “You, strutting around in that fitted gear, pretending not to notice the way I look at you.”

My back met the cool, sun-warmed surface of a boulder, grounding me just as the air between us grew electric.

“And what if I do notice?” I murmured.

His hand found the curve of my neck, fingers slipping into my hair as he pulled me in. The kiss hit like a spark, urgent, consuming. His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting of salt, wind, and restrained desire. One hand trailed down my spine, the other sliding along my waist, fingers hooking under the waistband of my hiking trousers like he was teasing the idea of undoing me completely.

I gripped his shirt, feeling the heat of him through the fabric, heart thundering against my palms. He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper along the curve of my jaw.

“We don’t have much time,” he said, his voice thick. “But I need you. Right now.”

There was no hesitation left in me.

He turned me gently, pressing me back against the stone. The contrast was delicious, the roughness of the rock against my back, the smooth insistence of his hands slipping under my layers. He found bare skin and lingered there. Every inch of contact sent sparks dancing down my spine.

The mountain air bit at my exposed skin, but his touch was hot, focused, unrelenting. His breath was in my ear, his mouth on my neck, and everything else, the trees, the sky, the distant trail, faded into a blur.

My breath came faster as he pressed closer, body warm and solid against mine. One of his hands gripped my hip, anchoring me, while the other slipped higher beneath my shirt, fingertips dragging over my ribs, I gasped, and he smiled against my throat like he’d been waiting for that exact sound.

“You feel that?” he murmured, lips tracing the line of my jaw. “That heat between us? It’s been driving me crazy.”

“We don’t have long,” he said, breath hot against my lips. “But I need you. Then he dropped to his knees.

He unfastened my trousers, pulled them down with slow precision, his fingers grazing bare skin and making me shiver. When he looked up at me, eyes wide, jaw tight, I thought I might come from that alone.

“You’re already hard,” he said, almost reverently. “Been thinking about this for too long.”

And then he took me into his mouth, slow, deliberate, tongue twisting and curling, lips sealing around me like he meant to taste every part of my hunger. I let my head fall back against the rock, hips trembling with restraint. His hands gripped my thighs, anchoring me, guiding every subtle motion as he took me deeper, working me with practiced ease and raw need.

The forest around us disappeared. There was only him, his mouth, his hands, the slick heat of him driving me closer with every breath.

“Hey”, I said pulling away. “We’d better catch up with the others before they send out a search party”

When we finally reached the summit, the wind hit hard, cold, sharp, and wild, but it did nothing to chill the heat thrumming through my body.

We’d made it.

Our little hiking group of twelve men in total stood catching their breath, steam rising from sweat-soaked shirts and flushed skin. The view stretched endlessly in every direction: jagged peaks, silver clouds, and the sky so close it felt like we could touch it. But all I saw was them. The way they looked at me.

The new guy.

Mark clapped me on the shoulder, his grin lazy, his eyes dark with mischief. “Congrats,” he said. “But you know the summit’s not just about the view.”

There were knowing looks exchanged, subtle shifts in stance. I could feel the change in the air, not just altitude-induced euphoria, but something electric. Something primal.

“Time for your initiation,” someone said behind me, voice low, tinged with heat.

I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. My body answered for me, tense, expectant, ready.

They formed a circle around me, twelve men, broad-shouldered, flushed from the hike, radiating heat and hunger. The wind whipped across the summit, wild and sharp, but the only thing I could feel was the burn building under my skin.

Mike stepped behind me, hands firm on my shoulders as he pushed me gently to my knees. The gravel bit into my legs, grounding me, while anticipation surged like electricity in my veins.

Zips were opened one after another. I lifted my head and was met with a wall of bodies, erections exposed, thick and straining. Eyes met mine, full of heat and approval, and it hit me, was the centre of their desire.

I opened my mouth, lips parted in invitation.

The first splash landed on my cheek, hot and slick. I gasped, and another hit me, streaking across my forehead, sliding warm down my brow. I shut my eyes as the splashes kept coming, thick and wet, painting my face with cum. The air was filled with breathless groans, the slap of hands, the primal rhythm of release.

Two more of the group stepped forward, their bodies tense with urgency. I didn’t need instruction. My hands reached out, guiding them to me. Their cocks slid into my mouth, one, then the other, filling me, stretching me. I moaned around them, the taste, the pressure, the submission all colliding in a dizzying rush.

Their hips rocked, slow and steady at first, then faster, need overtaking control. Fingers tangled in my hair, holding me in place, using me, not cruelly, but like I belonged to this moment, to them.

And I did.

Heat pooled on my skin, ran down my throat, coated my lips. Every cry, every pulse of release was a mark of acceptance, of possession, of initiation. I would now be forever part of this walking group.

Thanks to everyone who has commented or DM’d me about the story. It’s been so much fun to write, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one stroking. I’ve got a few ideas for some other stories but am always happy to write what people want, so feel free to DM me with ideas or fantasies. Next up will be ‘Flight Crew’.

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By *uriouspantyMan
1 day ago

Swindon

Great editing..nice and long chapters and loving the power over younger members and initiation was perfect

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By *ornet99Man
24 hours ago

manchester

Great story . Any walking groups in Manchester like this xxxx

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By *ddie 53Man
24 hours ago

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Excellent

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By *otwillyMan
24 hours ago

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Great - thanks

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By *reyunMan
23 hours ago

Perth

What a wonderful erotic and horny story.

Please give us another. Your storytelling is great. Thank you.

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By *ature boyMan
21 hours ago

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19 hours ago

Warwick

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By *othian46Man
14 hours ago

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Any Walking Groups near me like this East Lothian Scotland pm me

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By *orth yorks guyMan
13 hours ago

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Fantastic story

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By *ames deepMan
11 hours ago

Bristol

“Well,” he said, his voice dipping ever so slightly, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

Before I could second-guess it, Mike offered to pick me up. “I’m collecting a few others anyway,” he said smoothly. “It’s no trouble.”

I hesitated, just long enough for him to notice.

“I promise I don’t bite,” he added, a little chuckle in his voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

I gave him my address.

We agreed on 9:00 a.m. sharp.

And as I hung up, I couldn't help wondering just what kind of walk I’d signed up for.

At 9:02, a charcoal grey SUV pulled up outside. Tinted windows. Clean. Confident. The kind of car you notice.

The passenger window rolled down, and there he was, Mike.

“You ready?” he asked, flashing a grin that was half welcome, half challenge.

“Yeah,” I said, slipping into the passenger seat. As I closed the door, the scent of him hit me, something earthy and clean, with a trace of cologne that clung to the air between us.

“Glad you came,” he added, eyes flicking briefly down over my body, before snapping back to the road. “Jeans look good.” My heart ticked faster.

“So,” he said, after a beat. “New in town. Twenty-one. Brave enough to get in a car with a stranger who said he doesn't bite…”

I smirked. “You didn’t sound like a serial killer.”

He turned slightly, eyes on me for a second longer than necessary. “I’m not. But I do tend to leave a mark.”

There it was again , that heat under the words. He said it so casually, but I felt it land. Between my legs, I felt the start of a throb that hadn’t been there a minute ago.

The drive was short, maybe ten minutes, but charged. His hand brushed my knee when he reached for the gearstick once, maybe by accident, maybe not. He didn’t apologise

When we pulled into the small car park by the trail entrance, the others hadn’t arrived yet. The woods loomed just ahead, tall, quiet, and still damp with the remnants of early morning fog.

He turned off the engine and looked at me, fully this time. “We’re early,” he said. “And we’ve got a few minutes before the rest show up…”

His gaze dropped to my lips. Then lower., to the front of my jeans. Just for a second.

“Fancy stretching your legs?”

I stepped out of the SUV, boots crunching lightly on gravel. The woods ahead were hushed, the kind of stillness that makes everything feel more intimate.

He tilted his head toward the trees. “C’mon. Just down here. I know a spot.”

He stopped suddenly, at a clearing edged by ferns. No one in sight. Just the two of us, and the quiet buzz of early spring birdsong.

Mike turned, hands on his hips. “So,” he said, eyes sliding over me again, slower this time. “You like walking, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I like… getting out. Moving.”

His eyebrow twitched. “You look like you move well.”

And there it was, the line neither of us had crossed until now. My pulse kicked up. I shifted my weight, suddenly aware of how my jeans hugged my thighs, how close he was standing.

“You always flirt with the new guys?” I asked.

“Only the ones who stare at my mouth when I talk.”

I laughed, trying to play it cool but heat flushed across my chest, all the way down. He stepped closer. Not touching yet. Just watching me squirm under his gaze.

“I was right,” he murmured, his voice low. “You do fit right in.”

Then he reached out, slow, deliberate and let his fingers brush along the side of my neck, just below my ear. The touch was featherlight but electric, sending a jolt straight through me.

“Cold?” he asked, voice thick.

I shook my head. “No. Not cold.”

We stood like that, air heavy, breath shallow until I leaned in just slightly, just enough.That’s all he needed.

He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me, not soft. Hungry. Like he’d been thinking about it since the second we spoke on the phone.

I kissed him back just as hard. My hands found his chest, firm under the fabric, and I let myself sink into him, his beard grazing against my skin, his mouth tasting like coffee.

When we finally pulled apart, both breathing heavier than before, he kept his forehead against mine.

“We’ve got twenty minutes before the others show,” he murmured. “You wanna keep exploring the trail... or stay right here exploring?”

My answer came without thinking.

“Here,” I said. “Definitely here.”"

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By *icky13Man
10 hours ago

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By *ightlover25Man
6 hours ago

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Great story - you keep writing - we'll keep wanking xx

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