I like to jog. My target is 10 miles before breakfast, so I start at 4 a.m. every morning. The reason I start so early is that it?s the coolest part of the day and its dark, so if I need to have a piss, I can stop almost anywhere without being seen or offending anyone. And at that hour, there is almost no traffic, so if I want I can jog down the centre of the road ? the centre ? without any risk of being run-over.
The other morning I was out, pounding the grass verge along the road to the airport and it was hot and humid. 24 degrees Celsius and 80% humidity, so I was wearing the minimum: socks, joggers and a pair of shorts. No top. I had completed more than half my run and as you can imagine, my body was glistening with sweat. As I approached a side road, a car came to a halt before turning on to the main road along which I was jogging.
There was only one occupant ? the driver. The street light on the corner shone down on him and I could see that he too was bear chested. Heavy arms, I thought, meaning that he had muscular arms, the kind of biceps that look pumped when they were relaxed. I slowed waiting for him to drive on rather the cross in front of the car.
?How?re you going?? the driver asked. ?Wanna come for a ride?? I strode over to the car and came to a halt next to the drivers door. The driver was a good looking guy, a few years older than me. ?Just going on my morning exercise,? I explained. ?Trying to keep fit?. ?We could go for a drive,? he suggested. I was now near enough to the driver to see that he was not just bear-chested.
He was naked, not even undies. His cock wasn?t hard, then again it wasn?t soft either and he had no pubic hair. I had more hair on my chin than he had around his cock. His groin was shaved clean as a whistle. He could see that I was admiring the scenery and spread his thighs slightly. Nice muscular thighs like my own and a good body. No rolls of fat on him, just the outline of muscle. He raised his left hand and his fingers brushed against one of my nipples. ?Nice chest,? he said. ?Get in,? he invited, ?we can have a bit of exercise together.?
There was no mistaking his meaning or the nature of his invitation. A good looking naked man does not invite you to come for a ride unless he wants you to ?cum for a ride?. The finger and thumb of his left hand tweaked my nipple making me feel even hornier than the sight of his nude body. I could feel that stirring feeling in my groin. My cock gave an involuntary move which attracted the drivers? attention. His eyes left my face and a smile touched the well formed lips of his wide mouth. He knew I was hooked.
Without giving a verbal reply to his invitation, I moved to the other side of the car, opened the door, got in and closed the door with my right hand. My left hand came to rest on the drivers warm, firm thigh as he eased the car onto the airport road.
My fingers stroked gently. His cock began to stir and, as always, I got a thrill from seeing the response. I made sure my fingers did not come into contact with his growing member or ball sack and concentrated on letting my finger-tips gently stroke and massage his thigh. Judging by the reaction of his cock, he liked it.
He drove past the airport terminal then turned onto a dirt road which lead away from the buildings and drove more slowly. No drawn-out foreplay from this man. His right hand came to rest on my crotch, long fingers seeking my penis, still soft but stimulated by his touch, definitely showing signs of life beneath the cloth of my loose fitting shorts. His right hand moved to my thigh and moved upwards under my shorts until his fingers came into contract with my scrotum. He began to play with my balls and I spread my legs to give him better access.
The bulge in my shorts was becoming larger and it was not just because his hand was in there tugging at my balls. ?Nice big balls,? he told me. They were big but it was nice to hear someone confirm the fact. ?I bet they keep you loaded? he added. I replied with an ?aaahhh? as his fingers pulled on them a bit too forcefully. My penis was thickening and growing firmer, it wanted to get out and show itself to the man who was getting it so excited. It wanted to compare itself with his now semi erect cock rising above a tight ball sack.
He stopped the car on a grassy swathe well away from anywhere and got out of the car, his erection swaying back and forth as he moved round to my side of the car. I watched the easy movement of his lean muscled body, wondering how old he was ? thirty? Maybe a year or two older? He opened the passenger door and held out an inviting hand. I took his hand and he pulled me up and out of the car. His arms encircled my body and he held me close, his large hands caressing my back, pulling our bodies closer.
My lips found his and we kissed, a long soft kiss. My lips willingly parted to let his tongue into my mouth so that we could taste each other, a taste which excited me ? or was it the fell of his caressing hands as they slid beneath my shorts and caressed my buttocks? After a few minutes he moved away slightly and with a hand on either side of my body he slowly pulled down my shorts. They fell to my ankles and I kicked them off then stood, legs parted so that he had free access to my genitals.
?Very nice,? he assured me, though I was not certain if he was referring to my hardening penis, my balls or my physique in general, until he asked: ?How big is it? Seven inches?? I nodded ?Just a bit over seven? I said. ?I love cocks that haven?t been cut,? he told me. ?Keeps them more sensitive so when I suck them, it doesn?t take too long to get them to give me the cream I want.? Just the kind of talk to give me a hard-on and stay hard until it had shot its load.
The fingers of one hand hefted my balls while the other caressed the triangle of blond pubic hair around my groin. It felt nice, very nice. I was proud of my balls, both their size and the speed with which they could produce a new load. Twenty minutes after being drained, sometimes quicker, my cock would get hard again and was ready for a second, usually slower and more enjoyable orgasm. When he had me fully hard, he raised his hands to my chest, letting his fingers stroke over my nipples.
My hands had been caressing his ball sack. I felt strangely pleased that his balls were not as large as mine and although his erection was a bit longer, the head was not as large and it was not as thick. ?Nice,? I assured him, as I pulled his erection down to the horizontal, then let it go and watched as it sprang back to the semi vertical. ?What do you like doing?? he asked as he pulled my body towards him until our erections were pressed against each other. ?Everything,? I told him. ?I like to fuck and suck and just shoot my load?. Our hands explored each others bodies and he kissed me again, a long soft, wet kiss increasing the urgency with which I wanted my spunk to be forced out of me. ?I want to see your cream squirting from the tip of your cock,? he said. ?You want to jerk me off?? I asked, a little surprised. His hands were kneading my buttocks, pulling them apart, pressing them together. It felt nice. ?Yeah ? but I want to fuck your ass at the same time. Wanna try it?? I nodded.
He moved away from me, opened the back door of the car and pulled out a bulky bundle which turned out to be a heavily quilted sleeping bag. He spread it out on the grass then lay down on it and beckoned me with one hand while holding his erection vertical with the other. ?What I want you to do is sit on it, so I can pump you full of my juice and watch you while I do it,? he explained.
He handed me a small pack which I took, tore open and extracted a ridged, slick pink condom. I knelt between his legs and placed the condom on the head of his erection then slowly wound it down his long firm shaft. I bent forward and licked sensuously over the head before following his directions and straddling the lower part of his torso with my legs on either side of his shoulder. It took a few minutes until he was able to ease his erection into me, slowly getting it deeper into me.
All the while I kept on imagining what it would be like to shoot my cream over his broad chest. He began moving his hips beneath me. I pressed my hands down on either side of me, to take some my weight off his body so that he could move more easily beneath me. I enjoyed the feeling as his cock pumped in and out of me, especially when the head of his penis came close to my prostate, causing the head of my erection to begin leaking pre-cum.
Once he was settled into a steady pumping motion he moved his right hand to my swaying, leaking cock and began slowly stroking it, pulling down the foreskin as far as it would go then pulling it up again until it fully covered the head. It felt good. We watched the expressions on each others face as his pumping motion continued the stroking of my now very hard cock began to increase in speed. His movements, both beneath me and on my erection were becoming faster, more insistent, more urgent.
?I?m going to cum soon,? I told him. I think he could see that my scrotum was getting tight and my balls had risen until they were firmly outlined on either side at the base of the shaft of my erection. He nodded and continued pumping my ass and my cock vigorously. The muscles of my torso started to tighten and I told him I was ?gonna cum, cumming!? when the head of his penis again landed near my prostate.
?Aaaahhh?, he moaned as he thrust deeper into me and the first long ribbon of white spunk shot from the tip of my erection and landed on his chin and nose. He thrust into me again and kept on jerkily pumping my cock forcing me to exclaim with pleasure as it squirted out another jet of cream which landed on his neck, then another which landed on his chest and another. ?Oh yeah!? was all he said after squeezing the last of my spunk out of my cock. He continued to slowly masturbate me until my erection began to soften and I was about to force his hand away.
He had pumped his own spunk into my ass ? or rather into the condom I had fitted over his hard-on before he pushed it into me. The expression on his face said ?lovely! I?m satisfied and spent?. I turned on my side and bent forward, feeling his now limp cock leave me and kissed him. We lay caressing each other.
?That was lovely,? he told me after a while. ?I love the way you cum. Such a lot of spunk. I could feel your cream moving up to the head and when it squirted out the top ? Well, the expression on your face. That?s what made me shoot my cum,? he reminisced while stroking my body. We lay side by side, kissing and cuddling, happy in the afterglow of good sex, relaxing and cooling down after orgasm.
At least he was cooling down, whereas his kisses and caresses were stimulating my big balls to generate a new load of cream. I could feel them moving in my scrotum and knew that it would not be long before I was ready to cum again. After 10 or 15 minutes, he said we ought to go and reluctantly we both clambered to our feet. I wiped my spunk from his body then he gathered up the sleeping bag, folded it and placed it on the back seat of the car.
He seemed genuinely surprised when he turned towards me and saw that my penis was already semi erect and getting firmer. ?You ready to cum again?? he asked, a note of surprise in his voice. I nodded. ?Yeah. But the second time usually takes a bit longer than the first - and it feels better too.? I wanted him to have my second load. I wanted to pump it into him.
The fingers of his right hand moved to my penis and encircled it, pulling back the foreskin until the head of my cock was shiny and pulled tight. He felt my penis getting firmer and started to slowly jerk me off, at the same time bending forwards and sucking on one of my nipples. It sent a sensation from my chest straight to my groin, making my cock grow erect more quickly and more firmly. It was soon very hard and ready for action.
?Can I fuck you?? I asked. He looked a bit sheepish for a few seconds. ?I, er, don?t take it.? He mumbled. Seeing my look of disappointment he added, ?How about letting me suck you dry? Guarantee to drain it. ? ?Well if you reckon you can,? I said, a hint of doubt in my voice. ?By the time I?m done, you wont be able to come again to-day!? has assured me.
He spread my legs and knelt down in front of me. I placed my hands on his shoulders. He placed my cock between his lips. I closed my eyes and he went to work. His practiced tongue and lips twice brought me to the edge. The third time he had me quivering, my balls felt as though they were on fire and nothing was going to hold back the spunky load churning at the base of my cock. The grip of my hands on his shoulders grew stronger and stronger and I moaned with pleasure.
My whole body shuddered as the first wave of my warm thick cream squirted from the tip of my pulsating cock into the back of his relentlessly sucking mouth. Three waves of spunk squirted into his mouth and still he sucked and tongued the head of my penis until every last drop had been drained from my body. It was all I could to prevent myself falling to my knees as, gasping, I almost reluctantly pushed his head away from my groin.
He rose from his knees and held me until I had recovered a bit from the extreme sensations of pleasure he had just given me. Most guys who suck me off, spit it out. Not this man. He swallowed it all, then licked his lips in satisfaction before grinning his appreciation. I kissed him my thanks. And he was right. It was not until late that evening that I felt the need to shoot another load of cum.
He offered to drive me home but I said I wanted to continue my jog, that I had only a mile to go, so he drove me back to where we had met. It was over two weeks before we met again at the same spot and on that occasion he had someone else in the car ? but that is another story.
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