*********************** .. A SUMMER JOG . ***********************
Though still early in the day, the air was thick with heat. Mid-summer -- and the temperature, along with the humidity, was sure to keep most of the city indoors. Ted shook his head as he looked out his window. Across the street lay Prospect Park; a convenient neighbor, to say the least. Normally, a morning jog around the park was in order. "Not today," Ted said under his breath. "No fucking way."
Ted paced. The interruption in his morning routine was unsettling. Adding to the problem was the fact that he was also hornier than hell. Weather like this had always pushed his libido into high gear. A nice, slow jack-off session would solve the immediate problem at hand: a semi-hard cock that grew hard the minute Ted even thought about it. He looked down and once again saw his dick pulse up, filling itself and growing hard in the space of a few beats. He reached to pull the foreskin back and wiped the clear precum from his dick. Licking the juice produced man-images of hard, long cocks in his mind and left his mouth hungering for more of the same.
At 32, Ted was a success at both business and pleasure. Sex was something he particularly excelled in. "You have to really LIKE sucking dick to be good at it," he always said. Then he would smile, a winning smile. "I REALLY like sucking cock." At just under six feet, he kept his body in good (if not great) shape and his rugged, bearded face always insured at least a smile and an introduction, if not a guest for the night. He thought of his last sex partner from the past week: an older "daddy" type who had reminded Ted that sometimes going slowly had it's advantages. When he had finally shot his last load (and exhausted his supply of rubbers) up his "daddy's" ass, he had realized the meaning of exhausted. Still, that had been nearly a week ago. His throbbing cock was not about to let him forget that it had been nearly a week since he had last gotten off.
He consciously forced his hand to stop caressing his shaft. A fast solo-jerk was not his style and would solve nothing. He had to get out of the house, out for at least a walk despite the heat. He threw on a pair of jogging shorts over his now wilting dick, grabbed his Nikes and was out the door.
He had walked barely five feet from his door when the sweat began. The heat was such that by the time he reached a park bench directly across the street, he was drenched. The dark, fine body hair that covered his chest and abdomen was matted with sweat and he wipped his damp forehead clean with his forearm. He sank onto the bench, sure that the best course of action was a quick retreat to his apartment.
Ted began to stand, but suddenly noticed someone coming down the sidewalk toward him. Someone who was actually JOGGING in this hell-sent weather. "That fucker MUST be crazy," Ted said under his breath. The jogger was moving slowly and as he got closer, it was obvious that he was having problems. His face was flushed bright red and his breathing was fast, close to hyperventilating. As he got closer still, his steps became uneven, close to stumbling. Ted stood and moved quickly to the man as it became apparant that, after a few more steps, he WOULD stumble.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Ted said as he wrapped his arm around the jogger and helped to support him. "Here, let's just walk around for a minute. Real slow." The man was younger and slighter of build than Ted and was no real burden. A part of Ted's unconscious flashed on the fact that the jogger would even be 'hot' if the circumstances were different. At the moment though, Ted could only think about preventing a case of sun stroke. After a few minutes of slow, deliberate steps to prevent cramping, the man's breathing slowed somewhat and Ted felt it safe to help him to the bench.
"You're fucking crazy, you know that don't you?" Ted said to him. The man only nodded, still trying to catch his breath. He looked up at Ted and managed a smile. "Sorry," he said. "Just wasn't thinking too clearly when I set out..."
"I guess not," Ted said. He saw now that the real danger had passed. The jogger's breathing was returning to normal and the bright flush of his face had diminished somewhat. Still, Ted realized that he should get this guy out of the sun for at least a few minutes. He proposed that that a short rest in his nearby apartment would be best for the jogger.
"You live nearby?" the man asked.
"Right there," Ted said, pointing. He noticed the jogger weighing both the situation and giving him a quick once-over. The offer HAD been in the best of interests; now Ted realized how it might seem otherwise. He didn't care.
"That's awful nice of you. A few minutes out of this heat sure would help me to get on my feet again. You sure it's okay?"
Ted smiled that winning smile, a smile hard to say no to. With a nod of his head, the jogger nodded agreement and stood -- somewhat shakily -- to follow Ted.
A few minutes later the jogger -- whose name, Ted had discovered, was Dan -- was seated on the living room sofa. "I really appreciate this," he yelled to Ted in the other room. "No problem!" came the reply. Ted appeared in the doorway with a wet towel.
"Here," he said. "You can use this to help cool down a bit more." Ted noticed the jogger assessing the situation once again. Dan's eyes had (hadn't they?) lingered for just a second longer than normal on my crotch, Ted thought. He laughed as he realized that he was still wearing just a flimsy pair of jogging shorts and that his dick was clearly discernable -- even more so now that the shorts were wet with sweat. This was just like one of the stories he had used to read! After all those times of thinking that 'nothing like that ever happened in real life,' here he was in the middle of a classic set-up! Without thinking, his dick began to swell. After all he had been through, here he was, finally in a classic position. He laughed again.
"What's so funny?" Dan asked.
"Er... nothing," Ted said slightly embarrased. He realized that he didn't even know if Dan was straight or gay and the last thing he needed was for the joke to be on himself. "Excuse me," Ted said, quickly moving to the other room, even as his prick began to push out from under the shorts. "Stop it," he said to himself as he leaned against the wall. His cock refused to listen and flared, an almost full-tilt eight inches of dick that was once again dripping juice from the head. His foreskin pealed slowly peeled back by itself, unsheathing the purple cockcrown. Ted moaned as his cock pulsed up and down, hard almost to the point of being painful. "Damn it!" he said as he tried to think of a way out of this situation. His hand wrapped itself around its closest friend and began to stroke the rockhard tool. That old familiar feeling of pleasure ran through his body as...
He suddenly realized that he was no longer alone in the room. He looked up to see Dan, looked up to see Dan standing there, Dan watching him.
"I thought there was something fishy to all of this," Dan said after a beat. Ted's cock still jerked the air. "You do this a lot, or what?" Dan asked. "Picking up strangers, I mean. Must be real convenient having the park and all those joggers right there for you..."
"No, I, er...." Ted stumbled for a thought. Damn! If this HAD been a porn story, now would be the time for Ted to notice that Dan hadn't turned to storm out the door. Time to notice that, in fact, Dan's own shorts were now tented with a hard cock of its own to contain. Time for Dan to say:
"Yeah, real convenient. But don't worry -- I'm big on convenience." Ted's mouth dropped open as Dan moved across the room, taking hold of his stiff prick, moving his hands up and down the length of it, and licking Ted's cockjuice from his fingers. "One of the 'big boys'," Dan said with a smile. "You know how hard it is to find a big dick that you can trust these days? Hmmmmm... Something tells me you probably DO know how hard it is.... Well, let's not let a good thing go to waste!"
With that, Dan sank to his knees and wrapped both hands around Ted's cock. He positioned it just before his mouth and looked up at Ted. Dan smiled and slid his mouth over the dickhead and down the shaft.
Ted somehow knew that he was in for one hell of a blowjob. He watched as Dan's mouth stretched and filled with his cock. 'I've died and gone to cocksucker heaven,' Ted thought as his dickclub slowly sank into the heated smoothness of Dan's mouth. This was one man who knew how to suck cock, how to grab the shaft with you mouth and not your teeth, and how to use your tongue to coat the length of it, making it slicker and smoother all the while.
There was a slight pause at the halfway point on Ted's cock as Dan forced his throat to relax and open up for the heavy tool. There was no way he was going to stop until he had this fucker ALL the way down. He had a itch at the bottom of his throat and this was one cock that was going to sratch it for him. He ran his hands through the hair on Ted's chest and lightly pulled on the hards tits he found. He saw Ted's close his eyes and roll his head with a moan of pleasure. With a firm grip on Ted's tits, he took a breath and plunged the cockhead down his throat, past the 'big dick' indicator that was the throat opening. He was home free now. With his nose pressed to Ted's groin and a hot, thick dick lodged at the bottom of his throat, Dan sighed with pleasure. 'Cocksuker heaven,' he thought.
Ted knew he wouldn't be able to last long with the kind of expert treatment his prick was getting. He looked down into Dan's eyes. "Take your dick out," he said, his voice thick with pleasure. "Take it out and start jacking it off, cause I'm about to blast a load all the way down to your gut, man..." He saw Dan move to obey and noticed a look of encouragement from him. Dan knew what was coming.
Up till now, Dan's mouth and throat had done all the work. Now it would be different story as Ted moved closer and closer to spilling over and dropping his load. Dan moaned as Ted began to slide his dick up and down his throat, small movements at first. Ted's hands gripped either side of his head and he dimly heard Ted saying "I know just how much you're liking this, baby..." The tempo and force of the cockthrusts increased and Dan grabbed on to Ted's legs for support as the cock now fucked his face, slidding out almost its entire length and then ramming back to the home that was throat. His hands worked faster on his own shaft was he went into a state of total pleasure. Right now the only thing that was real were these two dicks: the one in his hand about to spew forth and the monster forcing its way into his mouth.
"Yeah," Ted groaned. His body was wet and matted with sweat again, but this time he didn't care. He held Dan's face in his hands and worked his cock in and out, in and out, knowing how much HE loved the feel of big dick slamming home and how much this jogger, this cocksucker, must love it too.
With only a few more strokes left, Ted gave the order for Dan to take it down, take it all the way. Dan greedily sucked the monster down, hungry now for the cum that began to shoot and spurt from it's head. Ted screamed a loud, low growl and buried his cock in Dan's mouth, cum shooting, then pouring out. The sweat rolled off his forehead and still he shot, moaning with each new shot of jism. He opened his eyes and saw Dan taking it all, taking the whole thing. Dan was a cocksucker after his own heart.
With a final thrust, Ted pushed out one more spurt and then pulled free of Dan's mouth with a moist 'plop'. He dropped to his knees and felt the hot cum that had spilled from the jogger's dick; he hadn't noticed that Dan had also dropped his load. He was exhausted. Ted leaned forward and kissed Dan, wipping his own cum from Dan's face with his beard. Dan laughed.
"What's so funny?" Ted asked.
"Oh, man..." Dan said with a sigh. He looked at Ted and smiled. "I LOVE to suck cock!"