As a man in my mid-40s, I stayed fit by running on the trails near my home. On warm days I ran shirtless in tight Lycra shorts with or without underwear. Something of an exhibitionist, I enjoyed showing off a visible bulge. At 6-3, 195 pounds with an average 6” endowment, I relished the possibility of a passerby glancing at my bulge. The mere thought of an attractive person averting their eyes to my groin and making eye contact with me was a true turn on. This is about my most favorite time that happened.
On one run I encountered an attractive man (Roger) who after glancing at my bulge, complimented me on my body. After we passed, I glanced back at him and caught him staring at my ass. Fortunately, I was near the end of my run as I could feel my cock swelling; concerned about a protruding cock missile showing in my shorts. I made it back to my car, and by the time I got in I had a raging boner. I rubbed my dick through my shorts, but then decided to remove my shorts for the ride home. Little did I know that Roger followed me to my car and found me and my hard cock in full view. Knowing I wanted to pursue something with Roger. I rolled down my window and with my cock in hand, we introduced ourselves as I stroked my cock. I made no attempt to conceal it as we both knew what was about to happen. After a few minutes of sexy talk, we agreed to meet at my house since I lived the closest. There was something about Roger that made me trust him, so I had no fear for my safety. I also felt if we didn’t hookup right away, we never would. I gave him my address and we agreed to meet later without agreeing to a specific time. I hurried home without pants in anticipation.
I arrived home expecting at least a little time to prepare for Roger. I wrapped a towel around my waist from the car to the house and without even a minute to spare, Roger showed up at my door. I opened the door to greet Roger still wearing the towel but it dropped quickly after he came in and I closed the door. My cock was still semi-erect as I walked inside. He fondled my growing cock for a minute before he disrobed. My eyes were delighted to marvel at his fit body, 6-0 170, and the length of his delicious 5 -1/2” cock. For the first time in my life, I hooked up with a man with a shorter dick than mine. The anticipation of sucking a cock that easily fit in my mouth was overwhelming. Roger was so pleasantly surprised when I complimented him on his size, he quickly grew a rock-hard boner. We held each other’s swollen dicks as we proceeded to my backward hot tub. As we stroked each other, we shared our stories. Roger was a very masculine gay man, in his early 40s. When I told him about my recent divorce he admitted he didn’t think I was gay, but that didn’t matter. We performed a few minutes of oral sex and then proceeded upstairs to my bedroom and continued with our passionate foreplay. The oral sex and cock play continued until Roger grew impatient. He asked if I was a top or bottom to which I replied I didn’t do assplay. I apologized and expected him to get dressed and leave, Instead, he passionately sucked my cock to a glorious climax. I returned the favor and then stroked him until he sprayed a fountain of cum on his chest. We showered together, exchanged phone numbers, and he left.
We hooked up a few times for blow jobs, hand jobs and mutual masturbation. After a few months we lost touch with other. I still think about Roger and his tasty cock. I hope he’s out there somewhere thinking about me.
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