Just about every tourist attraction has a place where you can go for a different type of R & R. At the local state park, the main attraction is Lookout Point, a scenic overview accessible only by hiking trail. And the reward for that long trek is an overhang several feet down from the observation deck that receives a good amount of the day's sun, making it ideal for sunbathers.

On this particular day, after separating from the crowd and making my way along the narrow path, I arrived at my destination.

 Makeout Point, as the locals call it. The view of the park from here was just as gorgeous, but more secluded. Some boulders, a scattering of wildflowers and--and--no one! I can't believe I trudged all the way up here to--oh, wait a minute. There by a large rock was a pair of feet sticking out; hope he wasn't dead.



Nervously, I stepped closer to see what was attached to those feet: muscular legs, a firmly packed ass and broad shoulders, topped off with auburn colored hair. The whole package was covered in a medium coat of fur that practically sizzled in a mixture of sweat and sunscreen from the mid-day sun. The guy had excellent hearing because he lifted his head and partially propped himself up on one arm to take a look at me, revealing a nice patch of chest hair. "Hey, how's it going?"



"Good," I replied, and added to myself, "Now that I've found you."



"Did you come up to catch some rays?" he asked, with a smile.



"For the most part."



"Well, pull up some dirt and join me. The sun's nice and warm."



I slipped off my backpack and pulled out a lightweight fleece throw, spreading it on the ground about a foot from his beach blanket.



"I'm Tony," he stated.



"Kevin."



"Come here often?"



He smiled. "I did not just say that!" I exclaimed tilting my head back and shaking it slightly, but his smile remained firm.



"This is my first time."



I took a deep breath and peeled out of my sweaty t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. "You?"



"I've been here several times. I have the scratches from those thickets along the trail to prove it."



"No pain, no gain, huh?" I dropped my walking shorts and pulled off my socks. All that was left were my briefs. I could see a gleam in Tony's eyes as I extracted a bottle of tanning lotion from my backpack and began applying it to my chest, arms and stomach. When I had finished both sides of my legs, Tony asked the question I had been expecting.



"Would you like me to do your back?"



"Sure."



Now here was the problem. I had to face away from Tony in order for him to coat my back. Therefore, I didn't see him rise up off the blanket and expose the mystery package. But I remained patient as his fingers went to work, applying the sunscreen. Within minutes, the light touch turned to a sensual massage which descended to my lower back, settling inside the waistband of my briefs. As Tony began to knead the cheeks of my ass, he leaned forward and started kissing the back of my neck. This was all I needed to know that the underwear had to go.



I had been kneeling when Tony started his handiwork, so I fell on my hands, lifting up my torso so that he could pull the briefs off. I then sat back on my legs and he snaked his arms around me, tweaking my nipples with one hand and latching onto my raging hard-on with the other. At the same time, I could feel his own member gliding up and down my spine.



"I'm glad you showed up," he whispered in a sexy tone. "I was afraid I'd have to jack off and go home alone."



"Nobody's jacking you off but me," I proclaimed, turning around to see Tony's nice and thick cock jutting out from a dense growth of pubic hair. I pulled him to me and we embraced, engaging in a deep, soulful kiss. Standing up long enough to overlap our blankets, we quickly got down and dirty, exploring each other's body until Tony took the lead and flipped around to a sixty-nine position.



While chowing down on each other, my fingers were busy spreading Tony's cheeks and greasing his hole. My efforts were met with moans and no resistance, so I knew I was on the right track.



After a long oral session, I broke contact and reached into my backpack for a condom. As Tony assumed the position, I rolled up my clothes for him to use as a pillow. No sooner did he lean back then I entered him, causing his eyes to open wide and a loud moan to fill the air.



The sun beat down, adding heat to our own raging fire. Tony was a most talented bottom, squeezing my cock with his sphincter muscle on every other stroke. All the while his handsome face stared back at me, urging me to fuck him even harder and faster. I was on the edge when I pulled out, shed the condom, and within a few strokes, fired off a load that landed on his chest. Tony matched my passion and contributed his own milky white blast. I collapsed on top of him, our bodies sticking together.



Suddenly, we heard a round of applause. We looked around to see a small group of guys in various states of undress, about to join us in our appreciation of the great outdoors.



"Should we give them an encore?" I asked.



"Naw," Tony answered. "Let's see them do better, if they can."