It was a day spent on the road, with meetings in various places and running errands. In-between meetings and as I was patiently waiting in my car for the time to pass, a guy walking his dog appeared.

I never saw the dog, just the leash, as he got my full attention. He was in his mid forties, medium height, everyday body type with a traditional rounded greek belly, hot grey shorts and extremely hairy beefy legs. And a massive bulge.

The bulge was so big, bouncing left and right, up and down, in and out, that I couldn’t help but stare. I was so focused on it that I was not able to keep a very loud sigh for myself.

Of course he heard me. He understood immediately what that sound was and the fact that it came out of me. He paused, looked at me and smile. 

“Ehm, so sorry” was my initial response. 

“No worries,” he replied. “Did you see something that you liked?”

My eyes went directly to his bulge. And then up again to meet his eyes. I don’t think that the sound that came out of my mouth was an actual word, an animal sound more likely. I just smiled. 

He then slowly approached the car. When he was just a couple of feet away, he checked left and right. “So…?”

The tone of his voice, the body language, and that growing bulge made his motive very clear - that was clearly an invite to flirt. But I was really thrown away by the golden ring that was contrasting his mediterranean skin so nicely. 

I lifted my left arm and put it on top of the door window, as you casually do. “Well, how can I miss that?” and pointed with my eyes at his meat. My bulge had started getting bigger as well. 

“So sorry to disturb you, I just hate underwear” was his plea, smiling. And he came just a bit closer. His bulge was ever so close, about to touch my elbow.

I was panting. “Don’t be sorry, it’s a great thing to look at.”

“So happy to hear that” he replied, smiling flirtatiously. “That is a great view too” he added nodding to my bulge that was obviously pumping. And then finally my elbow touched it. Even though I hadn't actually looked at it, I was able to feel that it was uncut and as juicy as I was hoping for. His “oops, I am sorry” was so fake that we both giggled. 

“Please do that again.” I just couldn’t hold myself. I was not smiling any more. My face was dead serious - I wanted to touch that dick again. With my right hand, I grabbed my balls, and rubbed them slowly. I had to show him that I meant that.

He then checked left and right again to make sure that no one was passing by and came as closer as ever. He pushed his bulge on my elbow, placing it actually on top of it. His boner was obvious. I moved, caressing it with all my arm till I reached it with my hand. And I grabbed it. I moved my thumb, meticulously exploring the veins that decorated that dick and that massive head that was getting full of precum. And I squeezed it. I squeezed it really hard. And then I went for the balls. They were so big and full. His “oh” was full of lust and enjoyment. 

A car sounded beeping in a corner and took us by surprise. He instantly stepped back, stealing from me the pleasure of squeezing it once again. The dog barked too - our moment had ended. But I was in for a last surprise. 

With his freeing hand, he raised his t-shirt and caressed his hairy belly. If that was not hot enough, he continued with tucking his hand inside the shorts, as if he wanted to rearrange his hard dick. He grabbed the top of his sexy shorts and pulled them down to show me what it was all about. It may have been for a split second, but that dick will forever be imprinted in my mind. He winked and smiled as he started walking away. “Have a good day sexy.”

What had just happened? I was not sure. If someone else had told me that story, I wouldn’t have believed them. But I did squeeze that dick and I will never forget it. That same night I jerked off thinking about it. How it felt, how it looked. How sexy those thick hairy thighs were, and how flirty that beautiful man was. And I will do it again tonight. 

D.