In Northern Virginia, we joggers have had a snow and ice filled winter, so most runs had been cancelled.
My name's Jim, and my most recent run was in May, a 5Ker on a fairly flat woodland trail. Temperature was about 57 degrees F. There were 17 of us, mostly 20s, 30s and 40s types, 7 women.
By the way, I'm a 21-year-old guy working in the retail sector. I've been running 4 to 5 miles every other day since 2009. I'm a fit, slim 5'9", and 152.
As is my practice, I started the run near the rear of the pack, to capture the pace of the group and adjust as we went along.
As we hit the mile marker, a big guy named Fred caught up to me and we stuck together and conversed, about this and that, for most of the miles. He was a bit chunky, 38, I learned, divorced, and as we swung into the last 1/2 kilometer, I stepped it out and finished in 20.5 minutes. He checked in at 23+ minutes.
After some water and small talk, Fred asked if I could linger a few minutes and give him some advice about jogging and how I went about it. I explained some points I'd picked up over the years, and I offered to pace with him to illustrate my techniques.
We loped down the trail we'd just run, and I discussed my background in running and some personal things about myself and Fred did the same. About a kilometer along, I veered off the trail onto a smaller path that wound to the south of the jogging trail. I picked up the pace a bit and after a few minutes, Fred suggested we stop to take a breather.
We halted in a small stand of low maples and poplars and I leaned against a larger oak. Fred did too and we continued our small talk. I noticed as I spoke Fred's eyes locking on mine, and soon he moved closer to me so that our hips touched.
I twitched slightly as Fred's fingers feathered my bare thigh as he conversed animatedly. In a few seconds, he turned to face me as his other hand cupped and squeezed my behind beneath my blue cotton shorts. Before I could react, he ran a hand under and up my t-shirt to my nipple. As he gently tweaked it, together we began to slide down the trunk until our bottoms touched the leafy ground.
I felt somewhat nonplussed as Fred began to kiss and suck my neck while his fingers continued their action, massaging my nipples and chest and drifting down to my waistband. By now I felt my cock stir and I pushed a furtive hand under Fred's t-shirt and massaged his sweaty back and neck. He moaned, and I did, too.
We eased ourselves onto the ground and within seconds we had dragged each other's shorts down to our crotches. Rubbing each other's bellies, we rolled our elastic waistbands down to our upper thighs. Revealed was my scant swimmer's jock and Fred's white jockeys, sweat- soaked, obviously covering his supporter.
Fred rolled me onto my back, and kissed and tongued my navel and lower chest, until his mouth found one of my nipples. By now my jock cup was tented with a raging hard-on and I fitfully jerked Fred's pants down to reveal his jock strap, which I quickly wrenched down his trunk.
He was a bit flabby in the waist, but his cut cock was stiffening and in a few seconds it came to attention an inch or so under his hovering belly. My fingers encircled his upper cock and his bare glans and squeezed until his pre-cum glistened at his pee-hole.
Now, Fred, groaning and panting, was nipping my hardening nipples and lightly stroking my cut 6-and-a-half-incher and tracing fingers over my tight, shaved balls.
"Whoa!"
Fred eased his body so that his face touched my glans, and he tugged my thin jock down to my lowered shorts, and, pulling my shoes off, he finally jerked my lower garments off me, as I whispered words of passion and pleasure.
Rising, Fred pulled my t-shirt up and over my head as I assisted in my stripping. Naked, I fell upon Fred and pushed his shirt up to bare his large pink nipples and heaving boobs. I bit his nipples until he squealed, then moved my lips to his belly, coating the light hair of his soft abdomen with my spittle and dribbling spit into his deep bellybutton.
Outweighing me by about 35 pounds, Fred maneuvered me so that we faced each other, 69 fashion, and he wasted no time sucking my dripping penis into his mouth.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I began kissing and licking his thick brown public hair until I could tell he wanted to be blown without further delay.
I alternately sucked and licked the length of his circumcised 8-inch peter, and kneaded his large balls, working him to what I intended to be a frenzy. But my concentration was unsteady as Fred licked the underside of my cock until I begged him to put it back into his mouth. But he teased me some more, and I felt him part my firm buttocks and slide a finger slowly through my sweaty sphincter.
"Christ!"
As I tightened my lips on his swollen dick, Fred pushed my cock deep into his throat, applying steady, undulating pressure to my penis. I could now feel my sweet milk flowing as I strained to lower and remove his clothes. Fred pried his shoes off one against the other, and both of us bent low enough to get his underpants and jock strap down and off.
Trembling as I resumed mouthing his dick, Fred pushed his finger deeper into my asshole, found my prostate, and massaged it until I screamed!
Fred then abruptly shot off, long, warm strings of semen flying onto my nose and lips, as he groaned and grunted through maybe five violent ejaculations! I took his penis full into my mouth as he finished coming, swallowing perhaps a tablespoonful of his jism. Salty-sweet!
His softening organ still dripping cum, Fred pushed me flat on my back again and squeezed my tortured scrotum as he licked my dick head while hand-jobbing my lower shaft. Needless to say, I shot with at least as much energy and bucking as Fred had, crying out his name, and probably many others, as I pushed my cock deeper into his mouth. He choked a bit, but swallowed all of my load, as he continued to play with my wet anus and caress and squeeze my fuzzy cheeks.
After we'd drained each other, we eased onto the ground and, still gently touching and tapping each other's organs, we allowed our ecstasy and fulfillment to rise and abate.
It was my first gay -- or was it bisexual -- event with an adult. I'd had intimations and stirrings of attraction to boys since I was about 11, but except for several mutual blowjobs and shared masturbation, I'd never given myself and my psyche over to an older guy like Fred, who's had some advanced gay experiences.
Fred and I have continued our relationship, meeting at each other's apartment homes once or twice a week to renew and expand our sexual attraction and compatibility.
We anticipate a 5K slated for July 26 in a state park. We'll be there, together, and I'm sure the race will not be the sole highlight of our day.
Obviously, for me jogging has taken on a whole new depth of meaning.
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Authors name: Perry Neheum Story title : My Jogging Adventure