Real fireworks on the 4th of July

Growing up as a Army brat was always a challenge. No sooner would I make friends and get use to a place when my dad would come home and tell us it was time to pack our things. By the time I was in high school, we had already moved eight times.

Such was the case the summer before my senior year when we moved to Connecticut. My father promised my mother and us kids (me, my younger brother & two sisters) that this was our final move and even agreed to buy us a really neat two story home nestled in a heavily wooded area about 30 miles south of Hartford. Needless to say, we were all sick of living on military bases or near base surrounded by other military families. 

Our new neighborhood was absolutely charming! Most homes including ours were two story-colonial style situated on at least a half-acre of land. The community of about 600 homes was spread out over at least three square miles and located in a valley right in the middle of four heavily wooded rolling foothills. Biking, hiking and jogging trails were everywhere which made the area not only notably scenic, but spirited as well.

The day we moved in, I noticed late that afternoon tons of people either running on the jogging trails or cycling on the bike paths just behind our house. 

Given it was just the beginning of summer and I didn’t have any friends to hang out with yet, my little brother and I during the next few days mostly rode our bikes discovering all the area had to offer. But within a few days, my brother became fast friends with two cousins his age we met on the bike path. Well of course I wasn’t about to hang with a bunch of punky kids, so I just kind of did my own thing after that. 

The following week, I decided to hit the jogging paths. I was pretty good sprinter when I ran track back in Jr. High and thought maybe I would try out for the varsity team if I got good enough. I was in excellent shape-- 5’9, 135lbs. I knew I was an extremely good looking ( blond hair- blue eyes) for just about any chick I’d even glance at would gladly go out with me in a New York Minute. 

After the first few days, I quickly moved from the novice jogging path to one of the more challenging ones. It was exactly five miles long and traveled over eight different hills that winded around two large ponds. I really enjoyed this particular path since not only was it one of the most scenic, but the most popular too.

On the third day , I had run about 3 miles along the path and was turning a corner in front of the second pond in a heavily wooded area, when this really handsome man I’d say in his mid-thirties suddenly came running by me going the other way. I didn’t know why, but I found myself impulsively attracted to him even though I only got a quick glimpse of his physique, He was around 6’1, short blond hair , green eyes and a perfect runner’s build. His legs were gorgeous --so built and manly looking coated from his ankles up into his shorts with soft blond hairs. He wasn’t wearing a shirt which made his sweaty body even more appetizing to look at. His face was slightly narrow with a perfect “V” shape nose. Wrapped around his forehead was a red headband which complemented the red skimpy shorts he wore. 

Even though I never considered myself to be anything even approaching that of being gay, I quickly recalled reading an article once in a book at a public library where some sociologist wrote that every person on earth is probably sexually attracted to at least one person in life of the same sex either consciously or subconsciously . 

For me that day had just come for I couldn’t help feeling an extreme sexual attraction for this man I had never seen or talked to before, who was almost twenty years my senior and I observed for just a brief moment as we passed one another. Even strangely odder, as we got about 50 yards apart headed in opposite directions, I could feel what I thought was his attraction to me even though he was wearing a wedding ring. 

That night I masturbated twice fantasizing over all the hot sex he and his wife must have been having together. Of course I only thought about him and how thrilling it must have been for his wife to kiss his hot masculine body all over and suck his dick anytime she wanted.

For the next two weeks, I went jogging at exactly the same time every evening hoping that I would get a chance to view his hot sweaty body again. But, no such luck. I even started out an hour early sometimes and stayed late on the jogging trail hoping that at some point he would come zooming by. But again, no such luck. Finally, I gave up in frustration and by now, I had already met three different girls around my age on the jogging trail that really liked me. 

Then, on the Fourth of July, our family had plans to drive down to New York City that morning (about two hours away) so we could goof around, eat lunch and stay that evening for we planned on watching fireworks display over by the Statute of Liberty. Given we were going to leave about 9 am, I wanted to get at least a five mile run in that morning before we left. 

I got up right at the crack dawn and headed out the door dressed in shorts and a tank-top. When I first walked outside, I could barley see 30 feet in front of me. Fog had rolled in off Long Island Sound which made the morning so very majestic and crisp.

By the time I ran my first mile, I hadn’t seen one person. I was feeling so good as I picked up the pace, I decided that I would turn off the path and run up the jogging hill created strictly for advanced joggers and runners. The hill stretched about two miles in length and gradually increased to 400 ft from the base to the top. From what I had heard, the hill was so challenging, there was a small rest area at the very top maintained by the city with concrete park benches and a water well where runners could quench their thirst and cool off. 

I took the hill at a steady pace as I began my long climb over the next two miles to the top. After the first mile, I began to get fatigued. But the heavy fog and crisp air pumped me up to the point of where I didn’t want to stop. Instead I focused my mind on reaching the top and how good I would feel about my abilities once I reached the rest area. The last 500 yards were the most grueling, but I kept my pace up. By the time I reached the top, my legs were totally exhausted and I was completely winded. As I bent over and held my hands on my knees to catch my breath, unexpectedly I could hear the sound of another jogger running up from the other side of the hill. 

When I looked up, I was shocked. It was him! I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he stood about 20 ft away from me. I could barley see him through the thick fog as he bent over clutching his knees with his hands as he too gasped for air. Just like the first time I saw him jogging that day, he was wearing only red shorts and a red headband. 

Once I pretty well caught my breath, I stood straight back up. But I could feel I severely strained my lower calve muscles in both legs. As I tried to walk around, he could see I was limping through the thick fog.

He looked over at me and said, “First time up this hill, right”? 

As I began to catch my breath, I looked over at him and replied, “Yea, I think I pulled a few muscles in my legs”.

He didn’t say word as he remained bent over breathing oxygen into his lungs. While I was nervous, the feeling of his presence aroused me more than anything I had ever encountered in my young life. 

After a few moments, he too straighten himself back up. I thought he would probably just head back down the hill , but instead he walked over to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “Here let me work the cramps out of your calves so you can get back down the hill”.

Before I could say a word, he got down on one knee and began messaging the backside of my right leg just below my knee with both of his firm strong hands. While I began to shake slightly, we both knew that I didn’t want him to stop. In fact we both knew that I loved the sensation of his masculine hands touching me.

After a moment or two he asked, “Does this feel a little better?

I replied, “Yea--thanks-- much better.”

We didn’t say a word as he continued to rub my right calf muscle up and down. After a few minutes, he went to work on the backside of my left leg. As my body continued shake a little, he said, “My you have such great legs”, as he then placed one hand around each of my legs and rubbed them both at the same time. By now I didn’t know what to think, but I knew that I couldn’t resist his touch. And I knew that he both loved touching & rubbing me and wanted to feel more of my teenage body. 

Slowly he began working his hands up the backside of each leg until he reached the back of my knees. From there he worked his hands up and down the back of my upper thighs and massaged them all over like he did my lower calves muscles. As the fog really began to roll in and we could hardly see ten feet in front of us by now, the next thing I knew, he placed his lips on my sweaty shorts and began kissing my dick through the cloth and my jock-strap I was wearing as he continued massaging me with both hands. Immediately I grew a hard-on unlike anything I had ever felt. My body began to tremble violently, but again I couldn’t resist him. 

Slowly he worked his hands up into the back of my shorts and rubbed my butt cheeks with both hands. By know I let out a soft moan for I was deeply heated by the hot stimulation he was ministering on me. 

After a few minutes of this wonderful hot exhilaration , he placed his fingers in my waistband and tugged my shorts down to my ankles. Once my shorts hit the tops of my shoelaces he helped me step out of them while he remained on one knee. 

As if I wasn’t already excited enough, he began rubbing my cock through my jock -strap. By now my body was shaking violently both from my first gay experience as well as the fear of another jogger running up on us. But by the same token, I didn’t want him to stop because I was so very attracted to him unlike any person on earth. 

He then said to calm me, “ Don’t worry-- no one is going to see us--no one runs up this hill this early in the morning especially in a fog like this--trust me”.

His words did calm me as I stood there in nothing but my jockstrap and tank-top while he rubbed my cock and balls through the sweaty cloth of my strap. 

It wasn’t but a few minutes later when pulled my jock-strap down to my ankles and placed his lips on my cockhead. Slowly he took my shaft into his mouth and proceeded to give the best blow-job I had ever experienced --by far better and more exciting than any girl could have. And at that point no female on earth could have turned me on like he did. I just remained there and placed my hand on his head as he sucked me off for all it was worth. 

As his lips glided over my shaft at remarkable speed , I could feel myself want to cum. I knew he wanted to swallow me so just before I released my load, I squeezed his left shoulder blade to give fair warning. Within seconds by body exploded and I offered him all the warm semen by nuts could deliver. 

He swallowed about half my load and spit the rest out on his hand combined with his spit. He stood back up, gave me a quick kiss on my lips and bent me over a park bench. I was obvious that he wanted to fuck me. And it was obvious that he knew I would have done anything he would have asked at that point. He had me definitely under his thumb and we both knew it.

Slowly he lubed up his cock with my cum combined with his drool. He placed one of his fingers in his mouth and lubed it too up with a gob of saliva. Carefully he worked his finger into my sweaty crack until it touched my opening. Seconds later, I could feel his finger enter me. He twisted it back forth as I remained spread eagle over the park bench. 

When he was satisfied that my hole was pretty well anointed, he carefully and gently placed his cockhead into my crack. Without saying a work, slowly he penetrated my opening. The pain was incredible! I ground my teeth together as he worked his thick juicy cock slowly up my hole. Once he was all the way in, he placed his hand on my hips and slowly began to pump me. He exclaimed, “Oh God you feel so good--so tight--much better than my wife”. As he slide his cock in and out of me, he continued to add more and more saliva to his shaft to help keep us lubricated. I didn’t say a word. I just remained fully bent over and took it like a man. 

After about two minutes, he pumped me faster and faster as his cock thrust vigorously in and out of my hole . Within seconds he exclaimed, “God , I can feel myself cumming --hold on,” as he accelerated his pace. 

With one final thrust, he slammed his cock all the way up my hole and fertilized me with his warm manhood seed. He was so ecstatic at that point he told me not to move cause he wanted to cum again inside me now that I was even more lubed up with his cum. 

Before he could go soft, he pulled his cock out of me and jacked himself off combining more and more of his saliva so he would stay erect. His breathing was so heavy that I thought he was going to collapse in exhaustion. But he maintained his stamina and inserted his cock back into my hole. 

Once he began to pump me again, some of the pain went away and I actually began to enjoy the hot ass fucking he was giving me. It fact I was enjoying it so much that I began to grow hard again. Sensing my excitement, he reached his hand around and jacked me off at the same time. Getting fucked and jacked-off simultaneously thrilled me beyond my wildest dreams--especially since it was him doing it to me. 

Within seconds, I shot my load all over the ground. The sight of me cumming drove him crazy and he began slamming me for all it was worth as he huffed to keep oxygen into his lungs. About three full minutes had passed when he shouted out in sure joy, “ Oh God, I’m cumming again,” as he drove his cock deep up my hole and fertilized me for yet a second time. 

As his warm seed oozed out of his body and into mine, he exclaimed as if to make a statement, “ Man, that was the hottest sex I ever had--I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did?” 

I didn’t say a word, but I was sure he knew that I enjoyed it equally as well. 

When he finally went soft, he pulled his cock out of me and tugged his shorts back up. He straightened me back up, turned me around and forced his deep wet tong into my mouth. Of course I gladly reciprocated by placing my tong into his. Kissing him was a hell of a lot hotter than kissing a female so we carried on for almost three minutes. When we finally parted our lips, he helped me put my jock-strap and shorts back on. With one final kiss on my lips, he said,” Look, I gotta go, but let’s do it again same time tomorrow,” as he jogged off like nothing had happened. 

As I jogged back down the hill that morning in the fog, I realized the fireworks we were going to see in New York that night wouldn’t even compare to the fireworks I just had with my handsome man on top of the foothill. And I was definitely going back for another fireworks display the very next morning.