Bill I Chapter 1
After settling into my new apartment I decided to go explore the area. The leasing agent told me there was a mall south of town so I headed in that direction. In no time I reached the mall but decided to continue driving. Just south of the mall I noticed a park entrance so I pulled in. As a runner I was glad to find the park since I didn't like running on city streets. I made a mental note to come back and for a run. Making the loop out of the park I noticed some parked cars and guys heading into and out of the woods.
That week after work I stopped by my place and changed into my running shoes and a pair of short nylon running shorts. The shorts were lined so I didn't need a jock. Pulling on a T shirt I was out the door into the car and heading for the park. I got there about six. Although the middle parking area was shaded it was a hot muggy late June afternoon so I tossed the shirt in the car as I got out. After being in an office all day the fresh air felt good even if it was a bit muggy. Not being familiar with the park I decided to run on the gravel road that made an oval loop through the park. It had been two weeks since I'd last run. Even though I took it easy I quickly broke a sweat. As I ran the oval a few cars pulled in and parked at the far end. All the drivers were single guys. No passengers. The guys would get out of their cars and head down one certain path into the woods. As I neared the end of my run another car pulled in. Again a one guy in the car. He slowed as he passed me turning his head and smiling. I could feel his eyes look me up and down. He went around the loop and parked next to my car away from the others. He got out of his car, walked over to a picnic table and sat down on the table with his feet on the seat facing the gravel road. He was obviously watching me run. From what I could see he was a bit older than me but not much. He was lean with dark hair and wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top. One thing that was real noticeable was his dark tan. At least I thought it was dark for this early in the summer.
I know I'm a good looking guy and have been told so by the guys I'd been with in college and grad school. At 24 I stand 6'2" weighing 175 pounds. I have blonde hair, a solid body with a rock hard bubble butt and long solid legs. I'm not very hairy at all. Light coating of blonde hair on my arms and legs. My chest is completely smooth. It glistened in the sun as I ran and sweat.
I ended my run and walked over to the grass near my car to do some stretches. My audience had to adjust his seating to watch me. He was definitely cruising me. I enjoyed putting on the show. In fact my cock was getting a little stiff in the sweat soaked nylon shorts. Each time I caught the guy's eye he smiled. When my heart rate came down I just laid down on my back in the grass with my knees up. The sweat was pouring off me. When I did this he stood up faking a stretch. I'm sure he did this to get a better look by standing on the picnic table. As he sat down I got up wiping the sweat off me and looked around for a water fountain. He could tell I was looking for something and asked what it was. I told him water. "Well, there's no water fountain in this park. But I can offer you a can of Coke from my cooler." I thanked him and commented that I wouldn't forget water the next time. I usually don't drink soft drinks buy I had sweat so much I needed to drink something. He went to his car and came back with a can of ice cold Coke. Thanking him again I chugged the coke.
We made some small talk about my being new to Dayton and having a new job. He was a native and in outside sales. He introduced himself as Bill and we shook hands. He had a nice firm grip. Now that I was up close I could see that he was indeed a very good looking guy. He was about my height but probably weighed 10 to 15 pounds more with a chiseled face sporting a definite five o'clock shadow, broad shoulders, defined waist and the bluest eyes. Bill was a sexy looking guy. He'd thrown his shirt in his car when he got the soda out. His very well defined tanned chest was covered in a thick mat of hair. Hair that looked like it had been trimmed.
We walked over to the table and sat down on it as I finished my Coke. We continued to chat. Turned out the he was 28. I asked him where he got such a great tan. He said he laid out every day on his apartment balcony. Since he was in sales he could always carve out some time in the afternoon. He told me his balcony was completely private when lying down so he tanned in the nude. I thought about that and tried picturing him nude in my mind. I didn't want my legs to cramp so I got up and walked around the table as we talked. Bill asked if I had ever been here before. I told him no. He explained that there were a lot of trails that ran through the park with branches that led to some private places where you could lay out in the buff. Now that was interesting. (So was where I thought this conversation was going.) With that he got up and said, "Come on. Let me show you around." I followed his lead.