I've watched him jogging past the front of my house every day at six in the morning for several weeks now. A glistening sheen of sweat drips down his handsome face and highlights the curves of his muscles. The barely concealed package in his adidas running shorts bounces rhythmically with every step. I can imagine the strength of his rod thrusting into me, powered by those muscular thighs and rounded gluteals. I'm not sure who is oozing more -- my saliva and pre-cum or his sweat?
And here he is again. My dick has been twitching inside my dressing gown with the thought of him and now rapidly starts to harden as I see him round the corner up the street and smoothly glide towards me. Fuck it! I'm so horny from weeks without sex. I tug at the cord securing my dressing gown and start to pull on my swelling prick. He pounds towards the house, his eyes casting about as they always do, but I'm in the shadows of the front room and it's early so he can't see a thing.
He step falters slightly and a smile flickers over his face as he passes directly in front of my house. Or did he? Too late, my dick erupts and cum gushes out splattering the window and dripping down the sill. My knees weaken and I lean against the wall imaging him hugging me in post coital bliss.
The day and night passes. Six a.m. and here I am again, my dick tenting my dressing gown and my imagination running riot as my hands tweak my nipples, balls and bat my pole. I go to the clubs looking for him, hoping that he might be ... but all I find are the usual hopefuls that I've already sampled and discarded. I open my dressing gown and start pulling on my dick in earnest as he rounds the corner and strides towards me again, the three stripes bouncing on his thigh. Today it's me invading his muscular hole, those rounded buns cushioning my thrusts. He's looking straight at me as he gets closer, a smile and a slight wave. Aaarrggghh! Cum shoots from my dick hitting high up on the window. His grin widens but his stride never falters and he is gone again as I sink to my knees and watch my cum slide down the window in glistening trails.
The next day I stay further back in the shadows of the front room. I can see his eyes searching and the disappointment on his face. So, he likes the show? Perhaps there is hope yet. A plan ferments and I go shopping to gather the necessary accoutrement. Adidas lined running shorts and singlet, joggers I have already. Morning again and I head out to the front of the house and pretend to be doing stretches as I hear him pound up the pavement. He stops.
"Hi, you going to start running?"
I turn and pause, enjoying the close-up view of him. A fine blond fuzz covers his forearms and legs and what I can see of his chest is pale and smooth. "Oh hi! Yeh."
Turning back around I place one foot on the front steps and lean over to re-tie a shoelace. I feel him lean over me. "Or was it some other sort of work out you'd enjoy more?" And a hand slips between my legs and cups my groin. I moan as he squeezes and kneads at my hardening pole. I push myself back against him and reach round to run my hand up his sweaty thighs and under the hem of his shorts pulling him closer to me.
"So, are we going to fuck in front of the neighbours?"
"Fuck the neighbours. No, cancel that. They're all ugly."
I move up the steps and into the house with him close behind. As he closes the door I move back towards him and I can tell from the look on his face that he wants to kiss. Fantastic! Not some pretend straight guy then but a real man who enjoys loving men. We lock lips and our tongues dart forward to duel. His hands grasp my buns and pull me hard into his groin where our dicks do battle in time with our tongues.
I sink to my knees and stuff my nose into his sweaty groin and inhale his aroma. Pulling the leg of his flimsy running shorts to the side I lick at the mesh liner savouring his musky scent. Working my way up from his heavy balls along his lengthening shaft I can taste his pre-cum beginning to flow and I suck at it through the mesh. He thrusts his hips forward pushing his dick-head into my mouth. I grasp the waistband of his shorts and pull them down so that I can suck on his tool in earnest.
The sweat and pre-cum lubricate his shaft as it glides over my lips and deep into my mouth. I'm surprised to find my nose nestled in his blond pubes sniffing at his sexy aroma. Normally with a dick this big I'm gagging by now. His hips buck and thrust and the veins on his pole oscillate over my lips and his balls bang on my chin. God, he is so sexy. His pre-cum pulses and slips down my throat.
He pulls out of my mouth and bends down to guide me up to standing. We kiss some more and his hands roam my body, tweaking my nipples, massaging my groin, sliding over my buns. And then he goes down to his knees and starts to lick at my balls through the mesh liner of my shorts.
He stops and smiles. "These are new. Did you buy them specially?" I smile and nod as he leans back in and nibbles on my ball sack and licks along the length of my pole. My shorts might not be sweaty but they are already damp from all the pre-cum I've oozed while sucking on him. He moans as he tastes it and sucks on the liner causing cool air to be sucked in around my dick. Then he lifts the liner pulling my dick out through the leg and slurps it in.
Reaching round the back and pulls the liner into a wedgie in my crack then runs his fingers back and forth over the liner over my hole. So tantalisingly near and yet so far I spread my legs and try to will his finger to stop and penetrate me. It moves back and forward with ever smaller strokes and starts pushing firmer, then he pulls the liner aside and pushes directly onto my rosebud, I moan "Oh yes!"
"I want to fuck you wearing these shorts."
"I'll get a condom."
Seconds flat and I am back in front of him. He has pulled his shorts back up and his dick is poking out from the leg matching me. He grabs the condom from me a rolls it down his shaft and slathers it with lube. I turn round and he slips a lubed finger inside me and plays with my hole for a minute, teasing and loosening it up. Then I feel his dick head pushing in.
His shaft eases into me and his thighs come to rest against mine, then he starts to slowly oscillate. Smaller strokes becoming longer and within minutes his thighs slap mine as he buries his dick deep and hard inside me. He pounds my hole and his hand reaches round my waist and fists my dick, his thrusts driving the head of my dick through the loop of his fingers.
"Oh god, I'm getting close!"
He pulls out and spins me round, "cum on me."
We both jerk ourselves furiously and almost simultaneously we cum. Jets of pearly jism coat his dick, balls, shorts and singlet. And then suddenly he pulls the leg of his liner over his dick, "see you tomorrow then." And he is gone, off out the door. Running again, with my cum on him for all the world to see.