The Walk

The sun beat down on Jacob’s bare neck and shoulders. He was wearing a tight-fitting black tank top – usually it made him feel sexy, but he regretted wearing it now. The sting in his neck told him he was getting a sunburn already; he’d been too preoccupied putting lotion on Nico (and staring at Lake Guy) to take care of his own skin. Jacob swore under his breath – of course the sunscreen was back by the lake, with Nico. He hadn’t gone that far yet, but his stubborn streak prevented him from turning around and going back.

I won’t give him the satisfaction.

To be fair, Jacob didn’t have any real complaints about his sex life with Nico. They’d been together for over five years now, so some of the initial spark had faded; still, they went at it a couple of times a week, usually. And Nico didn’t mind if Jacob had the occasional adventure on his own, but in between work and the usual life stuff, those had become pretty rare.

No, he shouldn’t blame Nico for his own frustrations. But at the same time, seeing that guy in the lake had stirred something inside Jacob; he hadn’t felt that need in a long time. It would’ve been nice if Nico could have matched his energy, even if Jacob didn’t understand where this sudden rush of horniness had come from – even if he hadn’t expressed any of it to his boyfriend. Even now, he was thinking about Lake Guy’s body, how it would feel to trail his tongue over the guy’s hardening nipple, down to his abs, then further down still.

Jacob stopped in his tracks. Frowned. He’d been so lost in thought that he had been walking on auto-pilot. Was he still on the trail? He didn’t recognise his surroundings from his previous walks around the lake; he was definitely still on some kind of path, but it was more overgrown and narrow than the one he usually followed.

There was no real risk of getting lost; still, Jacob pulled out his phone and opened the Maps app. As he’d half expected, the app was next to useless out here; it showed his position as a blue dot in a field of green. But he did see the main trail on the map, a dotted line not that far from the blue dot.

Jacob considered backtracking; then, on a whim, he decided to see where the overgrown path would take him. He didn’t really have a destination in mind, anyway, and it seemed less likely he’d run into other people here – not that he’d mind running into Lake Guy here, but that kind of stuff didn’t just happen in real life. He’d have some time to stew, maybe let his mind wander towards some more erotic fantasies as he followed the trail. He could even have a quick jerk out here in nature, something he’d never done before; his cock twitched again at the thought.

Soon, Jacob was huffing. Sweat was running down his back, soaking his tank top and making it stick to his skin. The path had been leading him up an incline, so gradual at first that he hadn’t noticed. He considered turning back – he hadn’t anticipated a hike up a hill, hadn’t even realised there were any hills by the lake – but in the end, curiosity drove him onward. He still hadn’t come across another person, but he’d spotted several magpies. Something rustled; he saw a small shape darting away in the underbrush. A rabbit? A squirrel?

This was… nice. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a rabbit in the wild; it must’ve been when he was a kid. He used to be a lot more outdoorsy. Then he’d moved to the city when he was a teen, and city life had kind of snuck up on him. Sure, Nico often suggested these spontaneous trips to the lake, but usually Jacob just hung out with him and the other tourists by the shore. And whenever they did take a walk, they didn’t stray from the main track, which was crowded with joggers, no matter the time or season.

He should go on little nature walks more often; weren’t there any cruising spots in forests near the city? He’d have to look it up. Jacob imagined himself running into a ripped shirtless jogger out in the woods, off the beaten track – only in his imagination, the jogger was actually Lake Guy. Nico had been spot on; Jacob would fall to his knees in a heartbeat for that guy. He kept on walking, up the hill, one hand absentmindedly stroking his hardening dick through his shorts.

After a while, Jacob came to a clearing at the top of the hill – and, to his surprise, a shabby-looking lookout tower. Cigarette butts and empty beer cans lay scattered around the tower, and something that might have been someone’s underwear once – Jacob didn’t care to look closer. He’d never have guessed there was a tower here; it was completely invisible from the lake.

He stood for a moment, wondering if he should climb the tower. It looked worn, but sturdy; a frame of solid metal clad with wooden panes. Again, his curiosity urged him forward; he’d be able to see most of the lake from up there, without anyone being able to see him. Maybe he could even spy on Lake Guy. The thought made him feel a little ashamed, while simultaneously turning him on more.

He’d come this far; might as well climb the tower.

Something rustled behind him just as he approached the stairs. Jacob turned, expecting to see another woodland critter scurrying away. Nothing there; too slow.

A branch snapped. Jacob scanned the forest, trying to spot any movement, but there was nothing again. Wait – something was moving down the trail, too far away for Jacob to make out through the trees and the undergrowth. Now he heard a scuffing noise – like from a shoe scrabbling up the hard-packed dirt of the trail. Someone else was coming up here.

Jacob sighed. So much for being alone and having the privacy to spy on people. That had probably been a stupid idea, anyway. His cock was still hard and bulging in his shorts; he wasn’t thinking straight. And now, with someone approaching, he couldn’t even jerk off.

Annoyed, Jacob tucked his hard dick in his shorts’ waistband and started to climb.

His footsteps on the stairs echoed in the clearing. Pretty soon, he reached the first platform; the usual kind of graffiti was scrawled on the wooden walls (‘JAY LOVES STACY’ and ‘FREE PALESTINE’) and there were even more empty beer cans and bottles on the floor – and a discarded condom. Someone’d had a party here.

Wish that had been me. Jacob pushed the thought away. He wasn’t that horny and **** yet, to have sex surrounded by other people’s litter. At least, he liked to think he wasn’t.

More stairs led up, so Jacob kept climbing. The second platform offered more of the same; trash and graffiti and stairs going further up. Jacob had started to sweat again; he swatted at some bugs that had come to investigate his face while he went up another floor.

The tower turned out to be roofless, exposing the third and final platform to the elements. The view was partially blocked by treetops but still offered a glimpse of the lake and the surrounding area. The platform was secured by hip-height railings, covered up with wooden boards, those in turn covered in more graffiti. One tag drew Jacob’s eye; ‘SUCK MY DICK’ in huge, sprawling letters.

Jacob sighed. If only there was a dick around to suck. He reached for his shorts again, where his erection was still pinned to his stomach, his cock so hard it was starting to hurt.

The sound of echoing footsteps gave him pause. Someone was coming up.

He gave himself a quick squeeze anyway; his dick throbbed immediately in reply. Jacob groaned in frustration. This was all Nico’s fault; if only he’d put out, Jacob wouldn’t be trapped here with a hard-on that wouldn’t go away – and someone about to walk in on him.

Oh well. Nothing he could do about any of that, now, except to try and be a little discreet; whoever was coming up didn’t need to see Jacob’s shorts tenting out. He turned away, his back to the stairs, pretending he’d been taking in the view. Maybe if he pretended long enough his erection would calm down, and he could get back to Nico – and whatever Nico had planned for him, when he said he’d give Jacob some attention when they got back home.

Not a helpful thought. Focus!

Footsteps behind him; the other person had reached the platform. Another hiker, probably – or, more likely, a teenager using the lookout tower as a place to get drunk or high in peace. He half-turned, casually shielding his crotch from view with a hand, to nod a greeting to the newcomer–

His heart skipped a beat.

It was Lake Guy.