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Working Out
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I'd had a good run. It had been a couple of days since I last worked out, and I needed to work up a sweat. The conference had been good, and my presentation was a hit. But, with all that stress and all the meetings, I hadn't had a chance to do my daily workout.
I slipped out of the house just as the morning sky started to turn orange. It was going to be a great day. Jeff was still sleeping, and so I slipped on my jock, shorts, and tank top out in the kitchen, letting him sleep in a bit. He'd been working hard all week, and we both needed to rest up after a brutal week. And, I needed my run to get the kinks out and cure the last bit of the jet lag.
He looked real cozy, snuggled up with his pillow, one big arm draped over his head, the thick forest of hair poking out of his armpit, and the nice carpet of curly chest hair. It had been a long time since my fingers explored all that hair, and caressed his large, fat nipples, and sucked on his fat, thick cock that was hidden, now, underneath the blanket. All that would come later today, I knew. It usually did on a Saturday afternoon. Our "nap time" was never about sleep, and some of our best sex came when we took a couple of hours in the middle of the weekend chores to reconnect, and give each other some real loving.
I stretched out my hamstrings a bit, as I was tying my shoes. I could feel the effects of the long plane trip, and the endless meetings, and the stress of gearing up for my presentation. Still, I felt my muscles unwinding, and my tendons stretching out, already getting rid of some of the anxiety of the week that I always kept until I could work out.
The front door closed quietly behind me, and I gave my chest and shoulders a final big stretch before I headed down the driveway and up the street to the park. I could feel my nipples rubbing a bit against my tank top, aching a bit for Jeff's wet tongue later today, when he would set fire to me, sucking and licking my tits, and running his meaty hand across my fur, and down my stomach, and, finally, rubbing my balls and cock, until I was hard, and dripping with lust.
My cock rose a bit, pushing against my jock, my libido already warmed up for the day. A bit of lusty sweat dampened my pits, and I could already smell the hot, lusty sweat, a smell that always fired me up and made my cock even harder, just before I'd shoot my load deep into Jeff's hole, as I thrust hard up inside of him, both of us grunting with our lust.
The morning air felt cool against the hairs of my pits and my chest, and against my thighs, as I slowly jogged down the street, warming up for the two miles I'd run this morning, up the street and around the park. I'd always pause a bit at the top of the hill, stretching a bit, and watching the sun peak above the horizon, filling the valley below with the sweet, bright light of morning.
It was my favorite time of day, quiet and peaceful, hardly anyone around. Just me and the cool morning air, and the promise of another day with the man I loved. I knew that when the run was over, my lover would be in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee brewing, and his deep voice humming one of his favorite tunes. And, sometimes, he'd be in the sun room, playing his guitar, the chords and his deep voice filling the house with one of the songs he'd been writing. His big, thick chest would billow when he took a breath, the thick curly hair pushed against the guitar, his hard butt cheeks filling the pajama bottoms he only wore in the morning.
Jeff never liked to wear a shirt around the house, and I'd always get half hard watching his sip his morning coffee, his biceps curling and his pecs flexing a bit as he lifted his cup and read the paper. And, sometimes, it didn't take much encouragement for me to hold him in my arms, and slowly untie the waist string of his pajamas, exposing the thick curls around his cock and low hanging balls. Breakfast would wait on those mornings, and our coffee would get cold, but neither of us minded. We both liked spicy sausage for breakfast, anyway.
When I got to the top of the hill, the sun was about ready to rise, and I caught my breath, and stretched out my hamstrings again. It really had been four days since I last worked out, and my legs were reminding me of my trip and my lack of attention to my body this week.
I looked across the valley, and saw a pair of eagles flying. They swirled around each other, and I realized they were getting ready to mate. The swirling tightened, as they flew higher and higher into the deep blue of the pre-dawn sky. And, then, they united, wings and feathers and their thick muscular bodies entwined, as they consummated their love. Falling, and swirling, and crying out, until they parted, just a thousand feet before the ground, their ritual complete.
The sun pushed over the horizon, and I watched its light fill the valley. I looked again for the eagles, but they were gone, their ritual now complete, at least, the part they would share with me. And, I thought of Jeff and me, and how we, too, would soar up into the sky, entwined, and united, sharing our love, each time we would make love. My balls tingled a bit, snug and a bit sweaty now, thinking of my lover back home, half naked in the kitchen, putting on the coffee. And, I picked up my pace now, going downhill, out of the park, and down the street, back to where my lover waited.
He would be there, I knew, waiting for me. His bearded face split with a smile, sometimes a grin, as he would hand me the big mug of coffee. I'd take a moment to look at him, watching the morning light shine a bit on his moustache, and the curls of his beard. He was growing it longer now, letting his chin and jaw whiskers curl a bit. And, the bit of red in his beard looked good on him, with a few gray hairs now and then. I'd run my fingers through his beard, sometimes, after we had made love, feeling him close, and sweaty, his breath still hard after he'd cum deep inside of me.
And, sometimes, his beard would be wet and sticky, white with some of my seed, right after he sucked me hard and deep and fast, my thighs tight against his chest, his fist and lips slippery against my cock. And, he would take me deep until I could take no more, until I shot hard again and again, draining my balls and filling his mouth with my cum, sweat dripping off my chest onto his face, along with the rest of my seed.
At the mailbox, I paused a bit, giving my legs one final series of stretches, and pushing my hands high above my head, stretching out my chest and my back. The morning air was cool against my sweaty pits, and I could smell my sweat now from my run, clean, spicy, and free of the stress of the week. I felt alive, good, and clean now. Ready for the day, and ready for my lover.
I opened the door, the smell of the coffee hot and strong, and Jeff's deep voice humming in the kitchen. And, I knew I was home, home with my lover.