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The day after Christmas left me with a "full" feeling. Full of food, full of drink, and full of family. A jog seemed appropriate, plus I just needed some time away from my visiting relatives. A sweatshirt and shorts were all I needed on this cool, sunny morning in Denver. The park was quiet, but snow covered from the prior days storm and cold weather. I labored once around the trail. The air was crisp and clean and the mountains were the backdrop to the run. I was done in about twenty minutes and stopped at the pavilion to stare at the mountains. I was taking a "moment" before heading home. An older handsome man was walking his small dog. I could not help but look, his cock was prominent in his sweat pants. He was obviously out for more than a walk. His bulge was not fully hard but definitely noticeable He slightly touched it to see if I was interested. I was. I stood near one side of the pavilion. He walked by. His cock was even harder now. I looked. He had pants that zippered down the side, and the zipper was down. No underwear and I had a clear shot of the curve of his hairy ass and legs. I was hard now. I sat on the edge of the marble steps. He walked by and we said hello. He sat next to me. I gradually slipped my hand up the side of his pants and squeezed his hard cock gently. Now it was sticking straight up. I felt his hairy balls, I love balls. My cock was oozing pre-cum. He lightly grabbed it through my running shorts. He rubbed my hairy legs and said he liked them. He then reached up my shorts and stroked my big head. It was wet and he liked that too. He liked it so much, he put a drop to his lips. That turned me on. But we were outside and cars were driving around the park. I wanted to get naked and have this man. Have him suck my starving cock. I wanted to see him cum. My cock was anxious. Under the circumstances, I knew we did not have enough time. He wanted to go to my car. I wanted to cum right then and there. (I prefer it wild and dangerous.) I stroked it hard through my shorts. And he did the same. I stuck my hand in his pants and felt my favorite area on a man. His balls and the run of skin between them and his asshole. I got close and told him so. I lingered on the edge for a couple of minutes. Man, that feeling is the best! I timed it so no cars were driving by and no persons were walking by. I yanked it out and stroked it hard. I shot a huge load at least a foot and a half in the air. He looked in disbelief. I shook it dry and tried to get the still hard thing in my shorts. I was almost embarrassed. He unfortunately did not cum, but I knew he would later, thinking about the encounter. Well, that was it. True story. I love early mornings in Denver.