Alex is thirty-six and hiking the upper trails of Runyon Canyon when he gets talking to Tyler, a slim man in his mid-twenties, on a rock by the path. They head down a quiet spur together, with other hikers never far away. By Harlan Maddox-Powell.

Warning: this story contains scenes of a sexual nature, including: outdoor sex on a hiking trail, oral sex, rimming, bareback anal sex and internal ejaculation. This story is written for adults and is not for minors.

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Alex climbed the upper trails of Runyon Canyon as the afternoon light softened over the Hollywood Hills. Dust rose under his boots with every step, and the air smelled of dry sage and sun-baked dirt. At thirty-six he still kept up a good pace, his build kept solid by these regular hikes, and a sheen of sweat was already darkening the open collar of his shirt.

The main path had thinned the higher he went. Most hikers stayed lower, where the views opened wider. Up here the track narrowed between scrubby slopes, and all he could hear was his own breathing and the odd skitter of a lizard through the brush.

He rounded a bend and saw the younger man first as a shape on a flat rock a little off the trail. He looked mid-twenties, slim, in black running shorts and a pale vest that clung to lean shoulders, one knee drawn up while he drank from a water bottle.

He looked up at the sound of boots on dirt and gave a quick, uncertain nod.

Alex slowed. The man stretched his legs out, his shorts riding high against the backs of his thighs, and Alex couldn’t stop looking.

“Quiet up here,” Alex said, stopping a few paces short of the rock and keeping his tone light.

The man lowered the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. “Yeah. It dropped off once I got past the first lookout.” He hesitated, his eyes flicking to Alex’s face and away again. “I’m Tyler.”

“Alex.” He stepped closer and rested one boot on a lower rock. “You hike this route often?”

“First time this high.” Tyler sounded a little shy, and he kept both hands on the bottle. “I usually stick to the lower loops, but I thought I’d push it today.”

“What made you go for the higher ones?”

Tyler shrugged one shoulder. “I needed some peace. The lower trails get crowded by midday, and up here it feels further away from everything.”

Alex nodded. “I get that. I design furniture for a small studio in Atwater, so it’s long days at the bench. This clears my head better than anything.”

Tyler looked at him properly for the first time. “Furniture? Like tables and chairs?”

“Custom pieces mostly. Cabinets, shelves, the occasional bed frame. It keeps my hands busy.”

“Sounds good.” Tyler shifted on the rock, and the movement pulled his shorts tighter across the curve of his ass. The fabric was thin enough that the shape of him showed clearly, and Alex had to make himself look back at his face. “I work mornings at a coffee place in Silver Lake. The shifts finish early, so I climb or run when I can.”

“You like the early shifts?”

“They leave the rest of the day free. I used to do evenings and it felt like the whole day disappeared.” He paused. “You come up here a lot?”

“Most weeks. Sometimes twice, if work piles up. The higher trails are less busy.”

Tyler’s eyes kept coming back to Alex more often than to the view, lingering on the open shirt and the line of his chest, then dropping to where his thighs filled his hiking shorts. Alex noticed every glance, and each one made his pulse kick.

A pair of hikers passed below them on the main trail, their voices carrying up the slope. Tyler glanced down, then back at Alex, a small uncertain smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“It feels different once you’re off the main path,” he said. “The city just goes.”

Alex stepped off the trail onto the rock beside him. There wasn’t much room, and their shoulders nearly touched. He could smell Tyler now, clean sweat and sun-warmed cotton over whatever soap he’d used that morning. His own cock had started to swell inside his shorts, and he didn’t bother hiding it.

Tyler noticed. His eyes dropped for a second and came back up, curious and nervous at once.

“You heading back down soon?” Alex asked.

Tyler shook his head. “Not yet. There’s an unofficial side track further along that loops behind the ridge. It’s quieter. I saw it on the map earlier.” He stood in one smooth movement, his shorts riding higher. “You want to see it?”

Alex answered by falling into step beside him. They left the main path and found the narrower track that cut between stands of laurel sumac. The further they walked, the more the city noise fell away, until there was nothing but the crunch of gravel underfoot and the snap of the occasional dry twig.

Tyler led by a few paces. Alex watched the muscles work in his calves and the shorts cling to the undersides of his cheeks with every step, and by now his cock was fully hard against the front of his shorts, impossible to miss.

“You always hike alone?” Alex asked after a while.

“Most times. I can keep my own pace.” Tyler glanced back. “You?”

“Same. Company can be good, though. Depends on the company.”

Tyler’s mouth curved. “Fair.”

The spur opened onto a small shelf of flat ground screened by a thicket of toyon and a single gnarled black walnut. From here the main trail was out of sight, and the only way in was the narrow path they’d just used.

Tyler stopped in the middle of the clearing and turned. His chest was rising faster than the walk could explain.

“This is the spot I meant,” he said. “Hardly anyone comes through here.”

Alex closed the distance until there was only a hand’s width between them. Tyler kept his eyes on his, open and unsure.

“Quiet suits you,” Alex said, and winced inwardly at how cheesy it sounded.

Tyler’s breath caught anyway. “It does today.”

Alex lifted a hand and rested it against the side of Tyler’s neck. Tyler answered at once, sliding his fingers inside the open edge of Alex’s shirt, his palm flat on his chest, tentative at first and then firmer.

They stood breathing the same air, the day’s warmth still trapped in the clearing. Alex stroked his thumb once along Tyler’s jaw. Tyler leaned into the touch, and the last of his hesitation went out of him.

Alex kissed him. It started slow and testing, then deepened as Tyler opened up for it, his tongue meeting Alex’s with a hunger that caught Alex off guard.

Their hands got bolder. Tyler pushed the shirt off Alex’s shoulders and let it drop. Alex found the hem of the vest and drew it upwards, and Tyler lifted his arms so it came free, leaving him bare to the waist, slim and smooth, his nipples tight in the breeze.

“You good?” Alex asked against his neck.

Tyler nodded, his eyes half closed. “Yeah. Keep going.”

Alex worked his mouth down the side of Tyler’s neck while his hands roamed over his back and the sharp cut of his hips. Tyler got the button of Alex’s shorts open and pushed them down far enough to free his cock, which sprang out fully hard, the head already wet.

Tyler made a sound in his throat at the sight of it. He closed his fingers around the shaft and stroked once from base to tip, slowly, feeling the girth.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re thick.”

Alex’s hips rolled forward into his hand. He reached for the waistband of Tyler’s shorts and pushed them down over the curve of his ass, and Tyler’s cock bounced free, slimmer than his own, rigid and leaking a thin strand of precum.

Alex kicked off his boots and Tyler his trainers, and they stepped out of the rest of their clothes, leaving a small pile at the foot of the walnut. Naked in the open air, they pressed together again, Alex’s thicker cock dragging against Tyler’s until they were both leaking.

Alex cupped Tyler’s ass in both hands and squeezed, his thumbs dipping into the crack. Tyler pushed back into the grip, grinding their cocks together harder.

“This okay?” Alex asked.

Tyler answered against his mouth. “More than okay.”

Being out in the open made Alex’s heart race. A voice drifted up on the wind from somewhere lower in the canyon, and they both froze, listening, until it faded away.

Alex dropped to one knee on the hard ground, the dust warm under him. He took Tyler’s cock into his mouth in one smooth slide, working his tongue along the underside while his hands held Tyler’s hips. Tyler threaded his fingers into Alex’s hair and held on without forcing.

Tyler tasted of clean skin and salt. Alex sucked with firm pressure, taking him deep, then pulling back to swirl his tongue around the head and catch the precum that kept leaking out of him. Tyler’s thighs trembled, and small, open sounds escaped him.

“That feels so good,” Tyler said, his voice rough. “Don’t stop.”

Alex worked him until his breathing turned ragged, then let his cock go and turned him round. Tyler bent forward with his hands braced on the trunk of the walnut, which put his ass right at the level of Alex’s face, smooth and round.

Alex spread his cheeks with both thumbs and ran his tongue in a long, slow stripe from the underside of Tyler’s balls all the way up over his hole. Tyler’s whole body jerked.

“Oh fuck,” Tyler whispered. “Yes.”

Alex did it again, slower, then sealed his mouth over the hole and worked his tongue in firm circles, pressing and probing until the muscle began to soften for him. Around them the canyon carried on with its wind and distant birds and the faint rush of traffic far below, and Alex forgot about all of it.

He ate him hungrily, alternating deep presses of his tongue with broad, wet licks, reaching under with one hand to stroke Tyler’s cock in time. Tyler pushed back onto his tongue for more, the muscles of his ass flexing under Alex’s hands.

When Alex finally pulled back, Tyler’s hole was wet and relaxed. He stood and pressed the head of his cock against it, rubbing slowly, smearing precum over him.

Tyler looked back over his shoulder. “Do it. Please.”

Alex pushed in. Tyler’s tight hole opened around him inch by inch. He took his time, letting Tyler adjust to his girth, his hands firm on his hips. When he was fully buried he held there for a long breath, almost dizzy at how completely Tyler was gripping him.

“You feel that?” Alex asked.

Tyler nodded, his forehead against the bark. “Every inch.”

Then Alex began to move, slowly at first, drawing back until only the head was inside before sinking deep again. Tyler braced harder against the tree and pushed back to meet each thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with their breathing, and Alex could feel himself edging closer with every stroke.

After a while Alex pulled out and turned Tyler to face him, lifting one of his legs so the knee hooked over his elbow. The new angle let him sink back in with them chest to chest, Tyler’s arms wrapped around his neck.

“Talk to me,” Alex said against his mouth.

“Harder,” Tyler said. “I can take it.”

Their mouths met again, open and hungry, while Alex fucked him deeper. The breeze cooled the sweat on their skin. Every so often a sound from the main trail made them stop, locked together and listening, and the risk only turned Alex on more. Each time it passed he picked up again a little rougher, Tyler’s cock rubbing between their stomachs and leaving slick trails across both of them.

Alex lowered them carefully to the ground, Tyler on his back with his knees drawn up, dust and dry leaves sticking to their skin. Alex covered him and slid back inside in one long push. From here he could watch Tyler’s face, his mouth falling open on each thrust and his eyes locked on Alex’s.

He reached between them and stroked Tyler’s cock in time with his hips. Being fucked and wanked at once pulled a broken sound from Tyler’s throat.

“I’m close,” Tyler said. “Don’t stop.”

Alex felt Tyler’s ass tighten around him in rhythmic pulses. He kept up the pace, deep and relentless, until Tyler’s whole body arched and his cock pulsed hard in Alex’s fist, thick ropes of cum striping his stomach and chest. The clench of his hole around Alex’s shaft tipped him over the edge. Alex buried himself to the base and shot in heavy pulses, filling Tyler’s ass while Tyler clung to him through the aftershocks.

They stayed joined for a long minute, breathing hard, the sweat cooling on them. Alex softened slowly inside him and finally pulled out. A thin trail of cum followed and ran down the curve of Tyler’s ass, and for a while they both left it there.

The canyon air had cooled now that the sun had dropped further. Voices rose again from the main trail, a reminder that the rest of the world was still out there.

Alex reached for his shirt and used it to wipe the worst of the mess off Tyler’s stomach and his own. They dressed without hurrying, the urgency gone, and Alex caught himself grinning like an idiot as he laced his boots.

“That was unexpected,” Tyler said.

Alex smiled. “In a good way.”

Tyler’s smile was small and genuine, most of his earlier shyness gone. “Yeah. In a good way.”

Tyler grabbed his water bottle and they started back along the spur. After a few minutes the main path appeared again, busier now with the last of the day’s hikers heading down. They walked side by side until the trail widened near the lower lookout, then went their separate ways with a final glance back at each other.

Alex carried on down at his usual pace, the late light still warm on his shoulders and his legs aching, already wondering whether Tyler would be on that rock next week.

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