The Sunspot

The Sunspot

Craig was waking up on a Tuesday morning, luckily he had the day off because the boss called him last minute to work on Saturday at the construction site.

The job was nearing completion and they needed to cram in some finish work to get it done. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked past the mirror naked as he never wore clothes to sleep. At 5’11’’ and 180 lbs anyone could see he was in great shape from all the physical labor of the job and an active lifestyle.

Short cropped black hair, Blue eyes, a bit of stubble on his face, defined muscles, just a bit of chest hair as he preferred to do a bit of manscaping to keep everything looking what he thought to be his best. Toned abs and a very neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above his circumcised cock, hanging at 5’’ half hard, he gave it a quick tug to adjust it, his smooth balls bouncing under it. Muscular thighs and just a bit of hair on his lower legs completed the look. That classic muscular construction worker build with just a bit more manscaping to clean everything up.

Hopping into the shower for a quick rinse to fully wake himself up he decided to go for a hike today, it was the perfect sunny weather for it, 85 degrees and a light breeze flowing in. It would be great to get out of the city for the day.

Toweling off and putting some thin black jogging shorts on, a dark green camouflage print sleeveless shirt on and his sneakers, he packed up his small backpack with a couple bottles of water and some snacks and hopped into his Toyota FJ Cruiser. Speeding out of the city and getting to the outskirts of town he pulled into a trailhead and started off for his hike.

He stuck mostly to the trail, but being an experienced hiker he would often wander off the beaten path to find new places and generally stay away from any crowds, this being a Tuesday there wasn’t much danger of any crowds or really much danger of people at all, but he liked it all the same.

About an hour into the hike, blazing his way through the woods stopped to drink water and take a short break. Peeling his shirt off to cool off a bit he sat on a rock and popped open his bottle and gulped down a couple mouthfuls of water and then his ears perked up. Looking around, not sure if he heard anything, he quietly listened……. nothing. A few more moments and he took another sip, mid sip he heard something again, very faintly.

He was more sure of the sound this time but still had no idea what it might be. Packing up his bag, tossing his shirt into the pack as well, he tried to follow his ears to source. He moved quietly, figuring he might be treated to the sight of some wildlife in the area. The sounds got more steady, a low whimpering almost, lightly carried across the air. Slowly he approached the sounds and found himself on the edge of a clearing.