THE RUNNER (M/M)
It was a beautiful early Sunday morning in West LA. There was a bright blue sky, and the street was empty of traffic, as I sat on a bench waiting for my bus. I glanced up from my paperback frequently, to scan the welcome morning stillness. I gazed up at the apartment building across the street There on the second story, the blinds were being opened on a full length window overlooking the street directly across from my bench.
Stepping to the window was a dark haired young man, who stretched his arms and stuck out his well tanned bare chest. He was wearing flesh colored tight sweats which ended at mid thigh giving the appearance of nakedness. He looked great, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He made a series of sideways poses flexing his arms together over his head that appeared to be for my benefit. Then he disappeared.
Seconds later the gate to his building opened, and there he was, heading towards me. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, and his abs rippled with his long quick strides as he crossed the street. When he was only a few feet away, I could see he wasn't wearing anything under his sweats, and I stared at the well defined bulge beween his legs.
He stopped at the bench, merely nodding when I said "good morning", and with both hands on the other end of the bench, started doing stretching exercises, spreading his legs one by one, out and back, while pushing hard against the bench with his hands. The tautness in his arms, the tautness in his legs, the big bulge swaying between his legs as he strained from side to side turned me on, yet there was a fierceness about him which scared me. For, though he was absorbed in his exercise ritual, every so often he looked at me intently. Still nothing could stop me from being drawn to that marvelously chiseled body, he was like a warrior, and I had a front row seat.
Suddenly, he jumped up, glanced at his watch, and sprinted down the street. The thin fabric of his sweats had bunched in along the crack of his ass, and I was treated to the complete outline of his firm buttocks. About a minute later he came racing around the block, and ran right by me, his unrestrained cock bouncing up and down. His well tanned torso glistening from sweat. When he came around again, he was running flat out, his body was soaked and his big cock was really flapping around.
Twice more he ran past me and then stopped right in front of the bench. His body was drenched, giving it a shiny slickness. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. The sweat running down his body had soaked his sweats, providing me with the clear outline of his cock. As his breath returned to normal, he began to stare at me. He put his left leg up on the bench right next to me and rubbed his crotch. My heart started to pound, here was this incredibly built athlete rubbing his cock practically in my face
Then he whispered, "I saw the way you looked at me. Why don't you come over my place and have a real close look." I turned crimson. He just wanted me to do him, and that stung my pride. I replied sharply that I was waiting for my bus. He smiled and said,"That's too bad. I hate to waste this big load" all the while pulling on his now growing cock. I gripped the bench in my agitation. He was crude, but I couldn't take my eyes off that cock. He stood up and while waving his cock at me, said "I'll leave the gate open, just in case you change your mind." I couldn't bear it when he started walking away. I wanted to scream out for him to stop, that I would suck him off right on the street. But I held back.
He appeared in the window completely naked. He paraded around with his cock sticking straight out, all the while looking at me. What a show! I forgot about pride. How I wanted to take that big cock in my mouth, while I ran my hands over that great body. I got up, crossed the street, and opened the gate. My heart started to pound when I climbed the stairs.
Nervously, I entered his apartment. There he stood, naked with his cock pointing up at me. Nothing was said. He just walked over and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down. I went to my knees, my face right in front of his rigid cock. I wanted to inspect it, to caress it, to lick it, but I felt this impatient hand at the back of my head, pulling me forward to receive his cock. I opened my mouth and took it in. How warm it was, how rigid it was, how it throbbed. It was ready to explode.
He gripped the back of my head with both hands and started pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. He wanted to fuck my mouth, and my excitement grew. I bowed my head forward so I could receive him without gagging, and put my hands on the back of his thighs to steady myself. I could feel his sense of urgency as his thrusts became deeper and faster. I knelt there with my mouth wide open, my tongue lapping the underside of his cock as he pushed it against the back of my throat. I could feel his whole body tense, and start to spasm. He pulled out, then with a loud groan he drove his cock all the way down my throat. With my nose buried in his pubic hair, I felt his warm cum fill my throat.
I pulled back so I could taste him on my tongue, all the while running my hands over his body. Outside, I heard my bus go by, but I was to busy sucking him dry to care. I just wanted to get him hard again and do anything he wanted.
Bill Gilsstorys@aol.com