My name is Tim and I am twenty-eight years old and I am gay. I live alone in a nice size house and in a descent neighborhood. I have dated a few guys here and there but nothing significant. Even though I live alone I tend to have a very busy lifestyle. I work full time, which does not include the work I put in after hours at home. Plus keeping up the inside and outside of my house. Between everything I do during the week I still manage to keep up a regular workout schedule. I have an okay body, nothing to brag about, but I am in shape. I work out five days a week weightlifting and doing cardio three days a week. I am 5'7" 140lb with brown hair and eyes and with a 30" waist.
Spring had arrived and I have been planting flowers and weeding in the front yard with my shirt off to catch some rays to work on my tan. While working in the yard I noticed as I looked down the street the house that was up for sale about a month ago has now been sold.. Now the new owner(s) were moving in. As I was pulling weeds I was thinking gosh it would be so nice if it could be a hot looking single gay guy around my age (yeah right like that will every happen). The new neighbors are always young married couples or middle age couple.
A few weeks went by and I was standing at my kitchen window doing some dishes and I glance out. There was a man-jogging past my house with no shirt on and only wearing sweat shorts. Unfortunately, I only got a glimpse of him as he ran past my house and down the street. What little I saw looked like this was one hot looking dude, but my luck it was only a one-time jogger. You know the type they couldn't make it to the gym this one and only day, so they run around the neighborhood to make it up. What little I did see of this new guy with no shirt on, had a pretty nice body. He looked like he was in very good shape (no flab), but he also looked like he lifts weights. He had muscles with some size to him. But of course I only saw the front for a mere second and only a little longer glance of his backside and his ass (which his ass was very nice and round).
Of course a few days went by and the half-naked jogger has not jogged by I knew it was a one time deal. Until, one day I was out in the yard cutting the lawn, pulling some weeds, and working on my tan. When I saw the half-naked jogger jogging by. This time I saw his body long enough to see that he was in extremely good shape. His biceps and triceps were muscular and well defined. His pecks were cut and they looked like two slabs of meat on his chest (not huge but very nicely developed). His stomach had a nicely define six pack. His legs were very muscular and you can tell that he either works them regularly or play some kind of sport that requires lower body skills. His chest and Abs were smooth and only light hair on his legs. He had light brown hair (sort of blonde), and his face was adorable. His features of his face were that of a frat- boy that has age just a little. I am thinking that his age was around mine mid-late twenties. As he jogged past me I was trying not to look like I was looking at him. The jogger was down the street and out of my sight in know time. All I could think about was how gorgeous his face and body was and how I hoped and couldn't wait to see him jog by again.
All afternoon I kept thinking and day dreaming of the jogger and his perfect body he had. The yard work took me twice as long to complete. I could not get him out of my mind. I kept imagining him and me lying in bed slowly kissing and caressing, as are bodies touched and melted into one. I thought about the different ways I would service every part of his body with my tongue and hands from his head to his toes. How we would make passionate love for hours. Of course I came back to reality, only because I had to control myself because I was outside and if I continued I would be giving the neighbors a free show with a raging hard on in my shorts. After that day, he started jogging by my house everyday, and of course I didn't mine one bit.
Later that night and every night after that day, I jack off thinking about him. I would lose myself into my fantasy of us being together and in every position, room and hours on end. I was starting to become obsessed with this person. A guy that I only see once a day and at most five to ten seconds each time. I do not know where he lives, if he married or single or if is straight or gay. The odds of me ever finding out where he lives are slim. Then the chances of him being gay are even slimmer, and even if he is gay he is probably in a relationship, because any guy that looks like that would not or stay single for very long.
It has now been about two weeks since the Greek God jogger with no name who each day jogs by my house. This particular day I was starting to mow the lawn when he jogged by and while I was finishing up the lawn I saw him coming back down the street. Of course I didn't mind getting a second view even though it was at a farther distance. Anyway, Halfway down the street he slowed down and he then made a complete stop. He went towards and into the house that was sold last month. I almost fainted, because now I knew where my gorgeous Greek God lives.
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