I’m a very bad man. My only excuse is that I must still be horny even though I managed a couple of good roots this weekend.
So tonight, I was tired, but in a good way. I was flush with endorphins, having finished a gruelling night run - hit a personal best time, and I was walking it off, cooling down and letting my heart rate go back to normal. I had my t-shirt off, letting the night air dry me as I walked.
I stopped at a basketball court, under one of the nearby blocks of HDB flats, and sat on a sort of low stone wall that was close by. A couple of Chinese guys were playing one-on-one, and both of them were kinda hot. One was tall and thin, had a black basketball singlet and loose pants, and I was captivated by the ropy muscles in his arms and his slim but firm calves. The other one was shirtless, in a pair of fairly tight maroon running shorts, shorter than his friend but better built, crew-cut hair, squarish face with a big broad chest and dark nips, sort of tan and shiny with sweat, and he had a sort of muscular stomach and small waist: no visible six pack, but very close. I had my eyes on him: he had muscular, thick thighs and hairy legs, looked very manly. They both must have been in their early twenties, at a guess, maybe six or seven years younger than me.
I used my t-shirt to swipe my body, get more of the sweat off so I could dry properly. I was enjoying the show, and my dick was enjoying the show, too - fuck, I was getting hard in my shorts. I adjusted myself, and tried to relax: I could feel my heart rate slowing, but blood was definitely pumping.
The boys finished their game, and the taller guy took the basketball, fistbumped the other guy and walked away. To my surprise (or delight) the shorter guy walked over to where I was sitting. I realised only then that his t-shirt and wallet were sitting on the wall I was at, a short distance away from me. He grabbed his t-shirt and stuffed his wallet into his back pocket before wiping himself off with his t-shirt and pulling it on over his head, giving me a glimpse of the thick black tufts of hair in his pits.
He looked up at me, and smiled, and then made the kind of eye-contact that I reckon looks like a come-on. He walked a little distance away, and then looked back at me again. I didn’t know for sure, but I casually stood up, tucked my t-shirt into the back of my shorts, checked to see that I had my things, and then walked towards him. He walked ahead of me, occasionally glancing back to make sure I was following him, and led me away from the bright lights, back to the running track that I had come from.
It’s a nice track, which goes through a sort of park that runs along the rows of flats, between them and the road. There are a few stands of trees that border the track, and it was into one of those that he turned. I checked to see that no one was following me, and headed in as well. It’s not exactly pitch dark in there, but it is unlit, and even though there’s a track that goes past, and a road a little distance away, it was oddly quiet and silent.
The basketball guy had stopped with his back to a big tree, and had pulled down his shorts and was jacking off. He was actually pretty thick, if not long, and the waistband of his shorts pushed up his balls so they were round and full under his dick. In the meagre light that penetrated the stand of trees, I could see that he had a thick bush of pubes above his hard cock: I got a nose full of them when I knelt down and took his cock into my mouth.
The deed was dirty and quickly done. He wasn’t exactly quiet, huffing loudly while I sucked him and moved my head back and forth, letting out a moan that surprised me moments before he unloaded his thick, salty-tangy jizz into my mouth and down my throat, his cock (which was just thick and full enough to be fun to suck) pulsing as he came.
I swallowed as I sat back on my heels, and I thought that would be it, but he reached down to play with my nipples and rub my pecs. He helped me to my feet, and turned me around, before going down on his knees himself. He pulled down my shorts, and, instead of sucking my cock, he licked my balls. That got me to full hardness (I’d been pretty close while I was sucking him) and that’s when he took me into his mouth.
He was a good cocksucker, too, taking a little more time and care than I had, alternately licking my shaft from root to tip before sucking on the head. I couldn’t help myself, and let out a low moan - he took his head off my dick and smiled up at me. He jerked me, a couple of slow long strokes, before taking me into his mouth, going easily down and taking it all the way. Even though I was longer than him (although not as thick) he sucked me easily, moving his head so that I was sliding in and out of his warm, wet mouth.
He sped up, and I felt that I was close.
“I’m gonna cum,” I said, giving him more warning than he had me, but he just went faster and I unloaded with a loud sigh. I thought he would stop, but he kept going, slower this time, until I gasped from the sensation of having my sensitive rod sucked. Only then did he let me go, and stood up.
“Maybe next time I ask my friend to join,” he said, and then headed out of the shelter of the trees. I didn’t have his number or anything, and when I walked out, I saw him off in the distance, jogging away, looking like any other runner.
I’m going to have to run this way again, and stop to watch basketball. Maybe next time it will be more than one-on-one.
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