He wasn't there when I first went, staying an hour an a half of quiet. After being home an hour I returned and finished a cig as I arrived at my tree. Silence. Then I heard someone but never saw anyone. Realized something was happening one tree up. Got there and stood behind the pair at least two minutes then repositioned closer and soon thereafter the one with his back to the tree I'd newly noticed was turtle-like (the Jogger even?) came and went hurriedly. That left him, handsome, boy-next-door plus ten years, hefty but not at his waistline, hairless chest, liked jacking off more than the brief time with my mouth, came in my hand and onto my pants at the ground, I did too on my knees.