A return gift fic for leikeze03 of y-gallery. he drew hank for me and asked me to write this in return. This also ended up being a series of a full day of hank getting it on.
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The morning was silent in the city park. Soon people would be coming to walk their dogs and enjoy the sunny weather with their children, but for the time it was empty.
Unknown to most, this trial, and in fact, most of the more secluded trails in the park were popular cruising spots for gay men. Hank Murphy knew this, and it was the main reason the most part of his jogging route went through the park
The steady sound of feet running on loose gravel filled the silence as Hank turned onto the trial. His was wearing a sweat soaked tank-top and tight blue running shorts, with a jockstrap underneath.
The trails were empty, to his disappointment. He was just about to give up on finding someone when he heard someone coming in the opposite direction. He reached a fork, where his trial merged with another. The person came into view, and Hank was pleased to see it was someone he knew: Brad Gordon, the coach from his rival collage across town.
Brad had not seen him and had continued on. Hank got onto the new path and sped up to catch the other man.
“Hey Gordon.” Hank said as he got closer.
Brad turned his head back to see who had called him. “Oh, hey Murphy.” He said, giving his rival a quick look over. Hank noticed this and grinned slightly. Brad was built along the same lines as Hank, but with a slightly thinner waist and was a few inches shorter.
“You boys ready for the game this Saturday?” Hank asked him, making small talk.
“Yea, and we aren’t going to loose like last time.”
“Not likely.” Hank grinned. They both eyed each other competitively and then laughed.
They continued on, making small talk, until Hank saw the spot he was looking for. He grabbed Brad’s arm and led him off the trail. Brad let him, knowing exactly where they were going. They slowed town to a slow jog then a walk. They reached a small clearing in the trees far from view of the trail. Hank grabbed Brad by the shoulder, pushed him into a tree and pressed his lips against his rivals.
Instantly, they both began running their hands over each others bodies, grabbing every bulging muscle they could. Hank pulled down Brad’s shorts, then his own, enough to free their throbbing cocks. They ground them together as they made out, sending small jolts of pleasure through their bodies.
Brad got to his knees and swallowed Hanks massive cock in one gulp. Hank sighed with pleasure as his rival worked his cock. Hank placed both his hands on the back of Brad’s head and began thrusting deep into his hungry mouth. Brad had his own cock in his hand and was jerking it slowly.
Hank took a hold of his cock and pulled it out of Brad’s mouth. He slapped it back and forth across his cheeks, teasingly. He watched as his submissive friend turned his head to try to catch the massive tool again in his mouth but Hank wouldn’t let him have it.
“You want this Gordon?” He asked, dominantly. Brad nodded, still trying to get Hank’s cock back in his mouth.
Hank pulled him to his feet and led him to a large tree that had fallen over. It was the perfect size for hank to bend his rival over. He sat Brad down and took his cock into his mouth. Brad moaned aloud as Hank’s master tongue teased and licked his shaft. In almost no time at all, Brad blew his load into Hank’s mouth.
Wasting no time, Hank flipped Brad over and bent him over the log. His bare ass exposed and vulnerable. With the bitter seed still in his mouth, Hank spread Brad’s firm ass cheeks and began licking Brad’s own cum onto his hole.
Brad moaned softly as Hank’s tongue forced itself against his hole. Hank spit some cum onto his fingers and pushed them into Brad’s hole. Brad cried out as his body stretched to accept the invading digits.
After a few more minuets of fingering, Hank spit the last of Brad’s cum onto his cock and slicked it up. He readied himself at Brad’s hole and in one long thrust, he buried himself in his rival’s ass. Brad cried out in pain. His voice echoed slightly in the clearing.
Not waiting a second for his friend to adjust, Hank pulled out almost all his length and drove it back in again. He did it again, and again, until Brad was loosened up enough for his liking. Then, using a combination of the log, his grip on Brad’s hips and some roots on the ground, Hank began to fuck the other coach hard and deep.
Brad cried out with pleasure and groaned with every powerful thrust of Hank’s hips. Hank groaned and blew his first load. After the few moments it took to finish cumming, Hank continued on again with the same speed as before. He came again not too long after and continued on again to fill Brad three more times.
Panting deeply, he pulled out his softening cock. Brad, who was still moaning softly over the log, with his loose hole leaking cum down his legs, needed Hank to help him to his feet. His body was so worn out from such an intense fucking that it took a few minuets for Brad to be able to stand unassisted.
They went back on the trail and headed on their own paths. Brad would probably go home, but Hank was still horny. His day was just beginning.
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