You start in Georgia, do half the trail to someplace in the middle, then fly up to Maine and hike south until you get back to where you left the trail... About a quarter of the successful thru hikers do it this way so that they finish off Maine, Mt. Katadin and New Hampshire in good weather. Max was trying to do it this way, but had missed eight weeks because of an injury and was now just trying to finish as much as possible before winter caught up with him. “Just” being well over a thousand. During the summer months I always leave the doors and top off my jeep. The warm breeze swirling around my legs felt great and I was soon quite hard in my little shorts. The boat launch was empty when I arrived which was a good thing. As I untied and removed my canoe from the top of my jeep, my hard cock would slip out now and then out of a leg opening. I kept having to stop and push it back up into my shorts. My canoe is a one-person type. It sits quite low in the water and can easily be. Before long we were looking for something to do. The idea came up to go for a streaking run around the neighborhood (streaking was all the rage back then). Off we went, sneakers and cocks that had just barely enough hair to let us know we were growing older. Whew, back to the tent without getting caught!What should we do now?It was decided to play a game of truth or dare. Five naked guys playing Truth or Dare, got boring. the new rule was introduced, Dares only.Ok, that made things more. Politely, the others turned their attention over to the game, too, but I could see Skip glancing our way now and again. As quietly as I could, I unbuttoned Alex’s jeans and pulled his big cock out. He gave it away by groaning, and his friends turned to watch me pump my hand up and down his rod. It looked so good, I leaned down to lick it like a lollipop, then sucked the head into my mouth. Alex’s hand had slipped away from between my legs, but I didn’t really care now. The taste and feel of his.