THE JOGGER By Lee Mariner
May 2002
DISCLAIMER: This is a story about a homosexual relationship between an adult and a young man. It is a completely fictional fantasy and IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.
All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or person living or deceased.
ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES, AVOID IT!
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Copyright: 2002 -- Author: Lee Mariner -- All Rights are Reserved.
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THE PARK---
It was Saturday morning and I woke up with my normal every morning hard-on. All cut 8" throbbed and my bladder was screaming to be emptied. I learned early that trying to piss with a roaring hard on and standing is almost impossible. Sitting on the back of the toilet seat I leaned forward pushing my cock downward and it was like opening flood gates, piss poured against the wall of the toilet some of it splashing on my fingers. Taking a piss with a hard-on is almost like shooting your load the feeling is so intense.
This morning my cock was not softening as it usually did when taking a piss, today it stayed steel hard stiff as the urine flow slowly reducing to a trickle. Drying my fingers with a few sheets of toilet paper I wrapped them around my steel hard shaft sliding forward on the seat and leaning back against the water tank. My balls hung low but they had plenty of room to swing as I stroked my rod remembering the jogger I had seen in the park.
The city where I live has a 70-acre park where a figure "eight" jogging track had been laid out. Two streams ran through the park and stone bridges had been built over the streams. Most of the length of the track was covered with cedar mulch but a path had been worn where joggers could run together or in opposite directions. Every now and then the city would send workers who would rake the mulch out smooth again and add more where it was needed but it didn't take long and the track was back almost like it had been. The worst places were the bridges; it was hard for mulch to be kept on the wooden surface.
Each circle of the figure was one mile so running both circles would be two miles. I normally would jog 5 complete circuits or 10 of only one circle, depending on how I was feeling. Last Tuesday afternoon it was a little cool but still good running weather and I wore a sweat suit over my regular jogging shorts. Driving into the parking lot of the park I parked at the entrance to the jogging track and then realized that no one else was jogging or in the park. The parking lot and bicycle racks were empty, unusual for 4PM.
Locking the car, I walked through the bushes that surrounded the jogging section of the park. There were bushes and trees over most of the park but some physical fitness expert said it would be better for joggers or walkers if they area was shaded so people would not overheat as they ran. I'm not sure how many trees were cut down but after environmental protesters picketed and made speeches the city prevailed. Just inside the almost gate like entrance was an area that potential runners used for stretching and limbering up. Hiding my water bottle in a bush I started the ritual of stretching and loosening up when someone ran past me. I didn't hear him coming until I was passed and then I only caught a glimpse as the runner disappeared in the trees and bushes. Unless my eyes were playing tricks on me, he was naked and I was hoping I would run into him. Removing my sweats I put them with the water bottle and started off at a slow pace. I was only wearing jogging shorts and the breeze created by me running felt good on my bare skin and the pounding of my feet on the mulch- covered path was like a soft drumbeat.
After the first circle, I was on the back part of the figure, the blood starting to surge filling the muscles in my legs and chest. My breathing was steady and I could feel a light sweat breaking out on me, the kerchief around my head would stop any sweat from running into my eyes. My senses had intensified and I heard the soft pounding of feet when he suddenly was in front of me his legs and arms pumping in a steady rhythm. He came around the upper curve straight at me and at first look, he was naked until he got closer and I could see he was wearing something like a jockstrap. It was a pouch covering his cock and balls with a strap around his very small waist holding it on, he was stunning and I almost stumbled into his path as he approached.
It's funny how much you can see in just the space of a few seconds but I saw he was lean but muscular and the ease with which he ran showed just how lithe his body was. His shoulders were not broad like those of a body builder but his torso had the clean cut definition of a runner or swimmer with well defined muscles and the classic but smaller "V" from shoulders to hips. He had a hard flat stomach with ripped abdominal muscles, narrow hips and thick muscled thighs and calves but bare feet. His almost aquiline features were framed by a mass of flowing golden hair. He didn't break stride as he avoided me smiling.
As I ran the course, I would see him every now and then running with the same ground consuming pace and glance at me when we were close like at the "X" of the course. The sweat was starting to run off of me and I decided I would splash some water in my face at the next bridge and slowed my pace when it came into view. There was a small path leading from the jogging path down to the water where others had had the same idea I did.
I removed my kerchief picking my way down to the stream. Dipping the kerchief I rang it out when I heard from behind me, "you run well."
I spun around seeing my fellow jogger sitting on a small outcropping of rock under the bridge and he was completely naked.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I stammered staring as his physical beauty.
"You run well." He repeated as he switched his legs extending the left revealing a thick uncut cock resting over full balls covered with the golden hair that surrounded the base of his cock.
"Thanks, you do also." I said huskily my heart starting to beat a little faster as I stood looking at him fascinated by the golden beauty of his smooth muscled body. He had no tan line just smooth unblemished golden skin. His breathing was almost imperceptible as if he had not run at all.
"Would you like to rest with me before we run again?" He said in almost lyrical tones indicating the outcropping he was sitting on.
As if in a trance I walked to him and sat beside him our hips touching and I felt fire surging through me, my cock starting to stiffen.
"Do you always run in those things you are wearing? Why don't you remove them and be comfortable? Let the breeze cool you're body."
Without any hesitation I removed my shorts and jockstrap. Dropping them on the ground I turned to face him, my hard cock swinging in front of me. He didn't move and I could see his Aquamarine eyes scanning me. He reached for my hand pulling me back down on the outcropping. He had a mesmerizing effect on me and I felt his hand running over my chest and down into my thick silky dark pubic bush. It was as if he knew I wanted to feel his touch.
"You have a beautiful body, the body of a runner. Smooth strong hard muscles, I can feel your blood racing through your veins and your heart beating, pumping life into you."
His voice sent chills running through every nerve and a golden fog seemed to surround us as he pressed me back onto the soft grasses moving just a little closer to me. I didn't feel lust building inside of me just a deep longing need, a desire. His soft golden body lay half over mine as he kissed my nipples his tongue swirling around them as they hardened. I felt the pressure of his thick cock pressing against my thigh and I reached for it, wanting to hold it but he stopped me whispering.
"My need is you, lie with me. Let me taste the fluids of your body. Enjoy as I do the strength within you and allow me to draw the nectar of life that you hold inside waiting to be released."
My eyes closed as the soft music of his voice flowed over me. His hands, lips and tongue caressed the soft supple muscles of my chest, arms, thighs and arms. I could feel myself drifting as if on a soft erotic cloud. Little ecstatic shocks penetrated the depths of my body at each touch of his lips and the teasing tip of his tongue. A tenseness held me as I waited for the ultimate feeling of being consumed by his soft lips, my cock throbbing, pre-cum flowing down its length into my pubic hair.
My entire body was on fire straining ready too exploding from within. The sensual touch of his fingers generating nerve-numbing shocks. I was on the verge of screaming when I heard him say softly.
"Now my Adonis, my love, I will lift you to the heights of Olympus with me."
His hot mouth engulfed the length of my throbbing cock in one swift movement as my muscles tightened my back arching lifting my hips driving my pelvis into his face. He sucked without movement except for his tongue and throat muscles massaging, drawing the sperm from deep in my sac. The fiery hot life giving force within me rushed up the length of my surging cock exploding down his throat as his lips continued squeezing my thick cock base. Spasm after spasm tightened my muscles as molten streams of cream flowed his greedy mouth sucking me dry.
I groaned from deep inside as I pushed his head down driving my cock ever deeper as it slowly softened, the nectar of my nuts decreasing in intensity with each surge. He gripped me tight his lips holding me his mouth sucking demanding and drawing the last drops from the wilting length of my very sensitive cock.
Moaning softly, I whispered almost inaudibly, "there is no more" as my muscles slowly relaxed. The erotic fog still enveloped us in the ecstatic after glow that followed.
We lay quietly for a few moments, his head on my hard flat stomach. His tongue flicking out tasting the last oozing drops. My eyes were closed and my breathing and heart were slowly returning to an almost normal rhythm when I felt him move away from me.
Rising up I saw him moving through the bushes still naked. "Wait" I called, "I don't know your name, when can we see each other again?"
He disappeared into the thick bushes and I heard the lyrical tones of his voice float back, "Comus Randall, some people call me Comus."
I sat under the bridge still naked, "Comus," I had never heard the name before and how did he know my name was Randall. For a minute I was beginning to think it had all been a dream and I had had a wet dream except there was no cum on me just a little drop or two in the thick pubic hair my now soft cock rested in. "Yeah a dream. I must have shot my load on the ground."
Standing I started putting my jockstrap and shorts on when I spotted the small pouch and strap I had seen him wearing.
A dream? Damned if I knew now as my cock exploded streams of cum shooting up on my chest and stomach. My body stiffened as my cock gushed molten stream after stream from down deep in my nuts. With one final surge I collapsed onto the toilet seat, cum running down my chest. I wanted another dream.
"Dreams are our innermost needs and desires.
Attaining some of them could be our worst
nightmares."
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