With being 50 around the corner, I decided the dad bod I developed had to go. The belly and love handles just didn't look appealing in the mirror.

I started jogging at the soccer complex across town. It was a popular place in the morning, but in the evening, I was mostly alone.

There was one guy I saw more often than anyone else. 30's, fit. All American looking.

It wasn't uncommon for him to pass me two or three times during my run. So unless it was from across the field, I only ever recognized him by his backside. Broad shoulders and a tight ass in a rather short pair of running shorts.

He had passed me by about 10 mins ago, expected to see him come passed me any min. But as I glanced around I realized I was the only one there.

I stopped to catch my breath a moment when I realized he was sitting atop a picnic table nestled up near the tree line.

'You're starting to make better time.' he said.

'Really? Can't say it feels like it.'

'No, seriously. I've seen an improvement this last week. Your stamina is increasing.'

'Thanks, that's encouraging.'

I was still catching my breath a bit. When I noticed the head of his cock was poking out of the bottom of his shorts. The head alone was big and thick. And it sent butterflies into my stomach.

'Is that Native American?' he asked.

'What? Oh, my tat. Yeah, I designed it.'

I stepped closer so he could take a better look at it on my upper arm.

'That's pretty cool. Great coloring. Did you get that around here?'

'Ah, no. Albuquerque.'

We began showing each other a few of our other tattoos. But said he was embarrassed to show me his favorite. As it was, 'down there's.

Told him that was cool, I totally understand. But then he looked around to make sure we were alone.

'Fuck it, you want to see?'

I have to admit I was curious. While the tat peeked my interest. After seeing the size of the head of his cock, I wanted to know just how big this guy was.

'Yeah, sure.' I tried to say plainly. Hiding my excitement.

He stood up from the table top, standing on the seated part of the bench and slowly lowered his running shorts.

The detail and coloring was amazing. But it took me a moment to piece together what I was looking at. That is until his full cock flopped out.

Both were amazing. The tat expanded over his entire pelvis. Detailed work of the Hindu god Ganesha. His cock being the gods elephant trunk.

His cock was definitely long, even soft. But it was his girth I was mostly shocked by. The dude was almost as thick as a Coke can.

I already felt like I had been staring to long when I heard him just say 'Wow'.

'Sorry,' I said, it's incredible work.'

'Are you turned on?'

That's when I realized I had a tent pole in my shorts. My cock was sticking straight out, bobbing with the desire to be touched.

'Fuck!' Sorry. I didn't even...sorry.'

I began trying to hide my stiffy.

'I didn't know I could turn a guy on like that.'

'Umm, yeah. Look I'm sorry, I think I'm gonna go.' I said.

'Hey, no man it's cool, no judgement... You gay?'

I wanted to run out of pure embarrassment. But I kept thinking about that huge elephant trunk in his pants.

'I mean, I don't know. I haven't like done, done anything with a guy. Just a handjob once.'

'Did you like it?'

'Yeah, I mean I guess so.'

'See, that's the only thing that matters.'

It was the type of statement I needed to hear. It put me more at ease. Though I still had some nervous energy, and I kept thinking about his fat cock.

'Alright,' he said, 'it's only fair.'

'What's that?'

'You got to see mine, so now I want to know if seeing yours turns me on.'

'What, here?' as I looked around.

'Why not?'

I looked around a second. Then headed to the opposite side of the picnic table so my back was the the soccer fields. Glance over my shoulder once again just to make sure no one had entered the area.

I took a deep breath and slowly slid my shorts and boxers down.

With the nervousness I had inside me, my dick just slumped there limp.

He stepped over for a closer look. Tilting his head this way, then that way. I could feel my cheeks getting warm. Here I have a guy inspecting my dick like it was a clinical study.

I started to pull my pants back up. But he raise his arm and stopped me.

'He's cute.' he said 'But definitely a grower from what I saw earlier.'

All I could think was great. This guy thinks I have a small dick.

'Hold on, lemme try something.'

He had been holding my shorts down, but now raised his hand and coupled my balls. A huge wave of tingling went through my body, and my softy bounced a little.

'There we go. I thought that might help.'

His hand was cool, and gentle as he moved to my dick. It began pulsing, more and more. Bigger with each pump of blood.

He was softly stroking me, and before I knew it I was rock hard. A bit of precum was glistening at the tip of my dick. He had spotted it too.

Before I knew it, his head was headed down to my cock.

'Wait, wait...' I stammered. Then let out a huge moan as his mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. My body melted. And I slowly layed down on my side. Stretched out on the picnic table bench.

I couldn't believe this guy was sucking my cock, even more so I couldn't believe the gutteral moans that were coming from me. His warm wet mouth was doing a full circus routine. And I knew I wasn't gonna last long.

But just before I reached that edge. His mouth came off my cock with a 'pop'.

'Wholly fuck,' was all I could say.

'I guess hand jobs aren't all you like.' he said.

'Um, I guess not.' I said. Laughing a little nervously.

'So, I guess that brings us to the next question.'

It didn't even have to be said. Crouching down to suck my dick, his had been hanging out the bottom of his shorts. Now fully erect, this gargantuan cock had his shorts bunched up and giving himself a wedgie.

He untangle his shorts and pulled them down.

I was still laying on my side on the bench and he leaned over using his arms to brace himself against the table. I had to pull that enormous trunk of a cock down slightly to meet my mouth.

God it was huge. I could barely get even just the head into my mouth. And then I tasted it for the first time. That little drip of heaven. His sweet precum lit a flame within me as I did everything I could to gobble on this guy's cock. I felt like a whore, and loved it.

He began swaying his hips. Fucking my mouth. Shoving a little more then what I thought I could fit in my mouth. There was slobber going down the side of my face, his cock and onto the bench. My jaw was starting to get sore from being stretched so far. And I think he could tell.

He stepped back, and his cock slipped out of my mouth. It sprung back pointing up in the air, flinging some of my slobber onto his shirt.

I sat up on the bench. And wiped the drool from my mouth. He sat in front of me. Both of us straddling the bench. Both of us rock hard.

He slid closer and grabbed my cock. And I did the same. And we sat there jacking each other off. We'd exchange glances. Then watch the other work each other's cock. Moaning in the dark.

I was surprised to feel his cock stiffen even more. Thought this guy was gonna blow before me, but I was wrong. He had way more control then I did.

Next thing I knew I was blowing ropes all over the place. My whole pelvis was twitching. Once I had blown my load, I guess he decided to let his loose as well. With a grunting moan the damn broke. Wave after wave of thick gooey cum spewed into the air. Some hitting my face and hair.

I'd never seen so much cum.

We both collapsed to our backs on the bench.

I was staring up at the stars. Just completely amazed at how my night has gone.

'I'm David, by the way.'

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