Trail “Doctor”

We had passed each other a couple of times going up and down the trail that morning. It was a hot one, and as I was coming down the mountain, I saw that Dale had his sweaty shirt off as well, as his shoes and socks, and he was just standing under the shower by the maintenance hut, letting the water cascade down his beautiful body. He was a square-cut blond, with great pecs going down into washboard abs and a small waist. He had his heavily muscled arms over his head, and all of the muscles of his torso were stretched out to perfection. His calf and thigh muscles showed that he was both a football player and a serious runner. I just stood there and watched him in awe for a few minutes. The shower was sticking his running shorts to his legs and I could see that he had a pretty fine basket confined by his jock. He turned the water off as I was approaching and gave me a shy smile.

“Hi, Jack. It’s just too damn hot out here. I couldn’t wait to get cooled down.”

“I’m right with you, Dale. There’s a picnic table over behind those bushes. Let me shower too, and I’ll come over, and we can jaw a bit while we both dry off.”