It was late September, and the weather was beginning to turn. We'd had a good few weeks of sun, by now the evenings were punctuated with heavy storms.
Weather does strange things to my libido - when it's cold in Winter, I just love to spend the weekends cuddled-up in bed with a guy. When it's hot in summer, I love to feel the sweat running down my back as I get physical. When it rains, well, that's when I love being outside naked.
So there it was, late September. I had been in the gym, going thorough the same routine. This gym was sometimes a good pick-up place, but that wasn't why I was really there that night - I was really there out of habit.
The usual gallery of attractive guys were there, but this night there was a new guy - he was tall and well toned, but not a muscle-bound steroid abuser. He had a cute face, and floppy hair, which by now was beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat. I spent a while watching him as I went through the last few minutes of the routine, then went off for a shower.
I was pulling on my shirt in the locker room, when I noticed the guy walk through from the showers. The towel wrapped around his waist showed the relief of a nice looking package, probably about four inches long in that state.
Instead of putting on outdoor clothes, he pulled on a pair of shorts and a vest, and then went for his running shoes. I dont know why I did it, but I decided I would do the same. He set off a couple of minutes before me, and I left enough room not to look suspicious. The gym is about half a mile from the park, and as I came out, I saw him jogging, pretty sedately, in that direction. I followed, just keeping him in view.
As he approached the park, he began to accelerate. I did likewise, though my legs were a little stiff from the work-out. I followed him at about fifty yards down the paths winding through wooded areas and general scrub.
It was a warm evening, and humid. I knew before too long we'd have a storm - there was no moonlight as the heavy clouds were covering the whole sky. Before too long, big, fat drops of rain were splashing onto my face, cooling me. All this, and they guy ahead was beginning to make me really horny. My plan was just to run along behind him for a while, building my fantasy, then, just before home, stop in a wooded area, and unload.
As the rain got harder, a clap of thunder reverberated around the park, and I saw the guy ahead stop under a lamp post. I slowed right down, and pretended to do something with my stopwatch. He pulled off his running vest and stuffed it into his gym bag. He set off again, just in his shoes and shorts.
Presently, instead of taking the path out of the park, he turned into a wooded area - one I knew well from previous encounters. This could only mean one thing, I thought, and my cock began to twitch in my shorts. I followed him in.
There, in the darkness, I could just about make him out, leaning against a tree. As I got closer, and my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I could see his shorts were pulled down and he was stroking his cock. He looked up, and I got a flash of grinning white teeth, as he pulled up his shorts and set off through the woods. This was tough running, he was going too fast for me, and I was watching every step, as tree roots crossed the ground. By now, the rain had turned the ground into mud, and I nearly slipped a couple of times.
We came to the edge of the wood, and the park, and I saw him cross the road. As he did, he looked over his shoulder really briefly. I followed.
To my disappointment, his house was really close, and I saw him bound up the steps two at a time, and let himself in with a key he fished out of his gym bag. He opened the door, and stood at the top of the steps, bathed in light. His body was dripping wet, like mine, his shorts stuck to him tightly. His smooth naked chest was heaving with the exertion of the run, and he looked over his shoulder once more before going in. However, the door wasn't properly closed, left ajar about an inch. I gently jogged a bit further down the street, my mind racing. What should I do? I jogged slowly back, and climbed the front steps, one at a time, nervously. I got to the top, and pushed open the door. There was a narrow hallway, with the light on, but no other sign of life.
Slowly, my heart pounding, my breath catching in my throat, I silently stole up the hallway. At the end was a right turn, and a couple of steps. I gingerly left my bag at the bottom, and crept up the stairs. Now I could hear a shower running. I walked towards the noise of running water, and a couple of doors along, could see the steam coming out from the gap left by another open door.
I slowly pushed the door open, and I was in the bathroom. Steam was billowing out from behind the shower curtain, and I could see his silhouette, lathering his hair, it appeared. I was so nervous I could barely breath, I felt I could hear my heart crashing out of my ribcage. I was caught, I didn't know what to do, when suddenly, he pulled back the shower curtain and revealed himself.
That single moment felt like a lifetime. He stood there, strong and proud, the last streaks of shampoo in his dark hair. His chest was large, with well defined pectorals, and erect brown nipples. His cock hung down nonchalantly from a nest of tightly curled hair. His legs were covered with a light fuzz of dark hair, and looked strong. I was open mouthed. I didn't know what to think.
"Thought I'd lost you in the woods" he said.
"I, er, um, no..." was all I could stammer
He smiled, cocked his head, and pulled back the shower curtain. I stood there, rooted to the spot. What should I do? I knew really what I should do, but this guy was just beautiful, and I was terrified.
From behind the curtain, against the pounding of the shower, he called, "You coming in, or what?"
Well, that was it, I didnt need a second invitation. I pulled off my shoes and vest, and pulled my shorts down over my hard cock, stood bolt upright.
I pulled back the curtain, and climbed in. I looked into his eyes, and then down to his groin. He had started to firm-up, I was glad to see, his cock swelling and twitching into life. I reached for it, but he grabbed my hand and held it away.
"We need to clean, you up first," he said. I stood there mutely, as he redirected the shower, so it was pouring hard over us both. He reached for a bar of soap, and started to lather.
For about ten minutes, he scrubbed me down, washing the splattered mud off my legs, then the sweat from my chest and back. Then he started to soap my cock. I dont think it had ever been so hard and ready to burst. He touched it so gently, soaping from the base to the tip repeatedly, sending me wild. He turned me round again, and started to soap my backside. I spread my legs a little and bent forward slightly, and he began to soap my hole. With a simultaneous movement, he grabbed my dick with one hand, and slipped a finger from the other deep into me. With the same rhythm, he started to jerk and finger-fuck me. I couldn't stand it anymore, I was about to cum, and managed to stop him.
I turned around and sank to my knees in the soapy water. I took his cock in my hand and looked up to him. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. Hot water was cascading over his face and shoulders. I looked back to his cock. It was at least seven inches long, and thick, with large, pendulous balls beneath it. I pulled back his foreskin and took the head into my mouth. Believe me when I say, I have never tasted anything sweeter than this guys rock hard cock.
Running Away Part 2
After a few minutes of me on my knees under the shower, with his beautiful dick banging off the back of my throat, he pulled away. "Come with me" he said softly, and stepped out of the shower, turning it off as he went. I stood, and followed him. He pulled a white towelling robe off the back of the bathroom door, and a large white towel, which he threw to me. He put on the robe over his dripping body, and left the bathroom. I tied the towell around my waist, making a tent-pole with my erect cock, and again followed him.
I went through the flat, noticing how tasteful and expensive everything looked. I found him in the kitchen - following his soggy footprints wasnt too difficult. "Beer?" he asked. I nodded, and he pulled a couple of bottles from the fridge.
We left the kitchen, and went through to the living-room. He slumped on the couch, and beckoned me over, pulling open his robe. "Where were we?" he asked. I got down on my kneed and opened his robe wider. His legs were apart, and his dick pointed straight up to his head. I ran my hand through his thick wet pubic hair, as he opened the beers, passing me one. I put it on the floor, untasted - there was something far better I wanted to taste. I kissed the end of his tool, letting my tongue run gently over teh slit. He sighed gently with pleasure, and took a long draft from the beer, then put it down. I took two hard inches in my mouth and sucked hard. I began moving my mouth up and down his shaft, and he began to grunt with the motion. His hands cradled my head, gently urging me down his shaft, until he was in my throat. I held the very base of his cock with one hand, and his balls in the other. I could feel the pressure beginning to build in his balls, and a few seconds later he let out a deep and long sigh as he let loose. Three long spurts of thick hot cream filled my mouth and throat. "Oh god!" he said, breathlessly, as I pulled my face away slightly. One last soft spurt of cum leaked out, onto my chin. I was almost cumming myself by this time. "I really want you to screw me" he said, "but I want it to last a long time." There was no way I could last any length of time in this state. I stood up, and he pulled me down onto the couch, saying "You want to unload first? I dont suck dick, so you'll have to make do with this." He started to stroke my cock, pulling back the foreskin, and letting his palm roughly rub over my tender head. He reached up with his other hand, and pulled my face to his. He kissed me deeply, our tongues rapidly fighting each other, as he squeezed and wanked my cock. It only took moments until I felt a wave of erotic pleasure take me over, and my cock jerkily squirted its cum all over his hand and naked stomach. I fell back, exhausted from the work-out, the run and now this.
We both lounged on the couch drinking our beer for a few minutes before he stood, and took off his robe. He stood there before me, looking like some kind of god. His smooth skin glistened with a mixture of water from the shower and sweat. His cock was beginning to harden again, and I felt mine stirring. "You ready?" he asked. I nodded, and he sat back on the couch. I moved to one end, and he lay out full streach in front of me, legs open.
I pushed his knees back, and got my first view of his hole. I was going to enjoy this, I thought. He lifted his hips in the air, and I started to rim his tight little hole. From the table next to the couch, he pulled a tube of lubricant and passed it to me. With one finger I started to massage the gel into his hole, slipping it in once or twice to small little gasps. I lubed my now hard cock, and pushed his knees back further.
Holding the base of my tool, I slowly pushed in the head. It was really tight, and felt so good on my hyper-sensitive cock. His head was right back, eyes closed, mouth open. I pushed it all the way in, hard, and he winced and gasped. "Please, be gentle" he said, "I havent done this in a long time." Well, there was no way I was in the mood to be gentle now. I was holding his knees practically to his chest, with his butt high in the air. I started fucking really hard now, all the way in, and almost all the way out. With every stroke he gasped, sometimes moaning too. "Oohh, please...yes" he was saying.
I started to move faster, and he grabbed his rock hard dick, trying to jerk it with the same rythmn. I had never fucked anyone as hard as this - my dick was hurting, and I knew his ass was too, but it felt so good. Having just cum, I knew I could keep this up for a while, but I wasnt so sure about him. His face was contorted with that pleasurable pain, and I knew he would cum soon. I was beginning to feel good about this, knowing I could hold off till he'd cum, then let loose at will.
His grunts and sighs were getting louder and more urgent now, punctuated with little cries, "ohh...ahh...go-od!" he was almost screaming.
Finally, he let loose with another stream of cum, all over his stomach. A few more strokes inside him, and I was ready. I felt it building in my balls, then surging up my shaft, until it lept out of me. Two spurts were inside him, and I pulled out, letting a stream of sticky cum squirt over his softening cock, and mixing with his over his stomach.
I fell back exhausted, but I knew the night wasn't over yet...