Yesterday evening, instead of heading to the gym, I thought I’d switch things up by going for a run around a nearby park. The park was almost deserted, so it wasn’t hard to notice a lean jogger who would whip past me sometimes. What a sight, too. He couldn’t be older than me by much: his neon orange tee and skimpy nylon shorts barely hid his lithe body. His hair, dyed dark auburn, plastered with sweat to his head and made him seem like a man on fire running for dear life. I chuckled at the thought.
Once I was done with my laps, I looked more or less like the other jogger. Let’s call him Orange. My white sleeveless tee clung to my skin and left nothing to the imagination, while my black shorts hugged my ass a little too tightly. Orange nodded once in my direction when he saw me doing some cool down stretches. I nodded back politely. He jogged closer to me with a smile and mimicked my movements.
“You’re a regular?” I asked him.
“Not really. I wanted to check out this lake park.”
“What do you think of it?”
“Beautiful, but… not as beautiful as you.”
My face definitely flushed red after my run, but Orange’s comment might’ve turned it a few shades deeper. Although I sensed him checking me out while I ran, I didn’t think he would be that straightforward. I turned to my side and saw that he was seriously packing some meat in his shorts. A bulge was forming, and he didn’t shy away.
“Yeah. You too, it seems,” he said with a smirk and nodded at my crotch. Sometimes I get hard from exercising, but right now it was mainly due to Orange’s attention and… allure.
“Come,” I told him. I led the way, after adjusting my half-hard dick in my shorts, to the public washroom. Orange followed closely behind. I could feel the warmth pouring from his sweaty body and his scent wafting over me. I could hear blood thudding in my ears as I anticipated our next moves.
The washroom was empty at this hour. We locked ourselves in the last cubicle and regarded each other silently. We are of the same height, but while he is lean, I’m averagely built. The contrast in our body sizes made me look more mature than him, but he is actually two years older than me (or so he claimed).
Orange made the first move by groping me through my shorts, and I could feel my dick lengthening in the mesh inner lining. I leaned closer to him and kneaded his ass with my hands. Supple globes of flesh yielded to my touch when I reached inside his shorts. He gasped as I traced a finger lightly along his moist, hairless crack. I pressed my body against him and felt him withdraw his hands to rub our cocks together. He slipped his hands under my shorts and squeezed my ass, while I humped him, crotch-to-crotch.
This continued for a while, then I felt his hands leaving my butt and he gave me a bear hug, wrapping his arms somewhere near the middle of my back. I lay my head in the nook of his neck, gave him a quick peck then licked his salty skin. He released some deep breaths, seemingly contented. From this proximity I could smell a faint but arousing cologne mixed with his sweat. I kissed his neck then nibbled his soft earlobe, which made him shudder from sensitivity.
I pulled my head away from him and brought our faces close. He was easy on the eye and right now, he looked endearing with a dimpled smile and half-open eyes. On a whim I kissed him on the lips, expecting resistance, but he opened up and pushed back into my mouth with his forceful tongue. Excellent kisser. He tasted so sweet.
“Top or bottom?” he asked, when we broke the kiss to catch our breaths.
“Me too, but you’re hot,” he whispered, even though there was no need to.
We hugged again and I swayed us gently as he pried a finger into my ass. I tickled his rosebud tentatively and felt him shudder again. We pulled our shorts halfway down our thighs, and our dicks bounced in the air: mine is longer and thicker, his is curvier and firmer. We went back to fingering one another’s butt and jostling our cocks. Every now and then, shivers ran through his body.
“Pause,” Orange said. “Look what you’ve done to me.”
I moved away from him and saw that his dick was throbbing with a sheen of pre-cum. “Nothing ah,” I said.
“I almost cum,” he said. He swept his hands down the sides of my body: shoulders, arms, chest, waist and ass. I massaged his flat chest and fingered his nipples once I found them. Not surprisingly, he let out some moans. I reached under his shirt to run my thumbs over his small but hard nipples. He convulsed as if he’d been shot. I gave his nipples some tongue baths and watched him jerk his torso out of sensitivity. Live wires everywhere in his body!
This had become too much for him, so we settled on mutual masturbation. His eyes were closed as he tugged at my hard-on. While I wanked him, I checked out his appendage: his foreskin rolled back down his uncut curved dick, exposing its angry purple helmet. He had trimmed his pubic hair, but his balls, the size of hen eggs, were naturally hairless. I’d never seen big, beautiful balls like his, so I fondled them appreciatively while I jacked him off.
Orange roughly manhandled my junk and thumbed my piss slit to throw me off the edge, but I was too lost in the moment to cum so soon. In fact, I enjoyed his company and didn’t feel the need to climax yet. He was obviously frustrated, wondering what he had done wrong, then he turned me around so that my back faced him. He nestled his dick near my perineum and wrapped a fist around my cock. He humped in time with his jacking, and I was soon pushed against a wall. My hands were scrambling to find some support: I caressed his arms, grabbed his sides then finally pushed his ass close to my body with my hands. I could feel his warm breaths tickling the back of my neck.
“Are you close?” I whispered in his ear. He had laid his head on my shoulder to watch my dick as he played with it.
“Almost,” he said. I turned my body around, kissed him deeply and jerked him off, while he returned the favour. We switched back to jack off our own dicks as it was more convenient. I kissed him really hard and jabbed at his butthole with a free finger.
With our moans vibrating in the space between our locked lips, we shot simultaneously. We broke away just in time to see two white arches smearing the tiled wall. We squeezed out our last drops of jizz, then I offered to wash his cum-stained hand with water from a bidet. I hosed down our mixed cum and watched the evidence of our fling drain away.
The deed was done, and we parted ways. Orange looked familiar, (perhaps I’d seen his profile on those apps, not really sure), and I wanted to ask for his number but thought better of it.
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