I woke up with any itchy moustache. It had been a several days since Miles took a ride in my rim seat and it was time to put my stashe back to work. I needed some boy butt to munch on and I’ll tell you another thing, my morning wood was screaming for release.
I’d gotten in the habit of waking up early to get a 5 mile run in before the heat of the day. I waited a few minutes for my boner to settle down before getting out of bed. I brushed my teeth, drank some Gatorade and then I pulled on my running shorts and my running shoes, and went on my way.
I loved to run shirtless. First of all, any chance I had to show off my hairy and well-defined chest, I was gonna take it. Secondly, I love how the sun feels on my body, and especially love when my chest gets all hot and sweaty, the way it glistens as the perspiration builds.
And, I’d be remiss if I didn’t say, I love to run shirtless because I attract a lot of attention from all sexes. Yeah, between the hair on my chest and my thick, dark, stashe, I’m a head-turner.
I was about a mile and a half into my run when I spotted a figure from afar running in my direction. As we grew closer towards one another my heart beat just a little faster. This little guy was fine. Maybe 5’5” or 5’6” at most, short running shorts that barely covered the top of his thighs. He had dark drown wispy hair, smooth, compact chest, he looked of Hispanic descent, clean shaven, and the cutest face. As he came into view, I noticed his left arm was covered in a tat sleeve that extended out over his shoulder and covered his pec. There were two tats on each thigh, too. I could see they were colorful, but wasn’t close enough to see exactly what they were. When he ran by me, he smiled and revealed the whitest teeth. I also happened to notice a rainbow flag tat on his other arm, over his bicep. A pocket gay! I stopped in my tracks and turned around, and let me just tell you, that ass was epic. It was round and you could bounce a quarter off of it. Two hard mounds of muscle that for a guy of his size looked good on him.
This guy turned his head around like he knew I was going to stop to check him out. He smiled again, but didn’t stop, he kept going. Damn. I started a slow jog and wondered to myself how he could possibly resist me. That never happens. I didn’t like it. Ass always came easy to me. I didn’t have to work for it. Guys practically throw themselves at me. It really didn’t make any sense.
I had run to the two and half mile mark and turned around to make my way back home. I was still stewing from the rejection and I suppose the morning heat didn’t make it any better. I was less than a mile from home when that familiar figure was once again coming my way. Well, I wasn’t going to stop this time. I wasn’t going to get rejected a second time.
So, I kept running at my pace and as he approached closer to me, I couldn’t help it. I was focused on him. I wanted to fuck him bad. This time I could see his pearly whites about 50 meters away from me.
We closed the gap quickly. I don’t know what happened, but I lost my footing, rolled my ankle, and fell onto the pavement. I was so embarrassed.
The nameless jogger stopped this time.
“Are you ok man?”
“Yeah, but I think I sprained my ankle.”
“What happened?”, he asked as he squatted down to my eye level.
“I stepped in that little divot in the cement and lost my footing.”, I replied.
“Oh shit. Yeah, this old path has some patchy areas. That’s why I usually run with my head looking down, so I can see where I’m going.”
“Yeah, well, I was, ahhh, a little distracted.”
“Distracted?”
“You distracted me. I saw how you were checking me out.”
“Excuse me? Don’t blame this on me! You’re the one who was checking me out”, he said with the cutest smile.
“Yeah, well, you are kinda cute you know..”
He blushed.
“Do you think you can get up? Let me help you.”
“That’s nice of you. You really don’t need to do this.”
“Come on, I’m sure you would do the same for me. I’m Jesus by the way.”
“I’m Cole. Oh my God, Jesus really is my savior.”
He laughed as he put his hand out. I grabbed onto it and once I was upright, I felt some pain in my ankle and it was a little swollen.
“Well, I guess I better get home and put some ice on it.”
“Do you want me to call you an Uber?”, Jesus pulled his phone from the back pocket of his tiny shorts.
“No, I only live a few minutes from here. I can make it.”
I tried to take a step but when I put some weight on it, I winced.
“I don’t think you can. Put your arm around my shoulder, let’s get you home.”
“You don’t even know me. Why would you do this?”
“Well, I have to live up to my name, right? And, I think you’re a good looking guy who is in need.”
“Ok fine. Let’s do this.”
I leaned on Jesus as we slowly walked over to my building. We were both so sweaty and smelled a little ripe. I found his scent quite intoxicating. Even with a sprained ankle, my libido wasn’t blunted.
My hand slowly made its way from Jesus’s shoulder down to his ass.
“Are you grabbing my ass, Cole?”
“Yeah, and it’s a nice one. I mean, this is the reason I tripped, I should at least get to feel it. It’s only right.”
“You like my ass?”
“Yeah, I do. I’m an ass man.”
“Well, since you told me that, I’ll confess something to you.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that, Jesus.”
“I’m into hairy chests and your moustache is hot. How long have you had it?”
“A couple of years, it started to come in thick when I was a senior in high school and I never shaved it off.”
“Damn, that’s hot. Maybe it turns me on because I am naturally smooth. I can go weeks before shaving the few whiskers on my face.”
“You know what, Jesus? This thing is like a butt magnet. It gets me a lot of tail.
“I bet it does.”
“You ever had a moustache ride, Jesus?”
“Ummm, no.”
“Well, that’s too bad. My building is just over there. Would you like to come up to my place? The least I can do is offer you a drink.”
“Well, I took you this far, I’m not going to let you go the rest of the way on your own. Yeah, I’ll come up for a drink.”
I pressed the code for the front door and we entered. Then we took the elevator up to my floor and we went inside my place.
Jesus let go of me and I limped over to the fridge for a couple of Gatorades.
“Nice place. Are you still in school?
“Yeah, I’m a junior, pre-med. My parents are both doctors so big footsteps to fill. They bought this place for me.”
“A man of privilege, not me. I’m in the dorms with the other lower class citizens. I’m a sophomore, psych major.”
“Cool.”
“Cole, we should probably put some ice on your ankle. Tell me where to find a washcloth and I’ll put some ice in it.”
“You’re so nice, there’s a cloth right in the closet over there”
Jesus came back and lifted my leg on his lap and held the ice against my swollen ankle. He also produced two extra strength Tylenol.
“Found these on the kitchen counter.”
“Thanks man. Jesus, it’s a good thing it was you who rescued me. I don’t run with my phone so I would have been fucked.”
“You don’t seem like the type who gets fucked, Cole.”
“No, I don’t. I typically do the fucking.”
“I can see that. I bet you’re a great fuck, too.”
“I’ve never had any complaints . Truth is, I love to eat ass, and my rule is I fuck what I eat, no exceptions.”
“Damn, that’s every bottom’s dream. Find a guy who loves to eat ass and then dick it down. Sounds like a good time.”
“It can be, like I said, I’ve not got any complaints.”
There was an awkward silence, then Jesus’s hand moved up from my ankle and landed on my thigh.
“Jesus, I need to warn you, go any further and your ass is mine.”
“Oh yeah. You really think you’re in any condition to fuck with a hobbled ankle?”
“Jesus, it’s gonna take me more than a bum ankle to turn off my dick, and let’s be honest, I’d still be able to munch in your ass even if I were in a full leg cast.”
“Oh yeah? You wanna eat my ass?”
“That’s what I’m saying. I haven’t eaten anything all day, so I’m pretty hungry.”
“Cole, what if I told you I never hook up like this? I don’t even know you, but for some reason I’m making an exception with you. You’re so fucking hot I’d kick myself if I didn’t let you eat my ass. Since I first saw you I wondered what it would be like to feel your stashe on my ass.”
“I’m honored that you’re willing to play with me, Jesus. Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while. You have no idea how much I love to eat a hot ass.”
“Do you want me to freshen up first. I mean we were just running out there in the heat and I’m sure my hole is a bit ripe from sweating.”
“NO! I most definitely do not want you to freshen up. I wanna taste you as you are. Why don’t you get rid of those shorts and let me get a good look at that ass of yours.”
I watched as Jesus slowly pushed my leg off of him and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his skimpy running shorts. I held my breath in as they pushed the waistband down and revealed a flimsy white Papi jockstrap that covered an unremarkable package. Jesus was such a tease, he turned around, bent over, and threw his shorts to the other side of the living room.
“You are such a naughty boy, Jesus. I thought you said you don’t normally do this sort of thing. Based on what I’m seeing, I don’t know if I believe that”, I said while my fingers ran over my moustache, knowing full well it was gonna get me yet another ass.
“Are you judging me?”, he asked playfully.
“Not at all, it’s a compliment. Come a little closer. You know I can’t chase you.”
Jesus stepped closer and I cupped my hands on those magnificent mounds and jiggled that fine piece of ass.
“Oh wow! Jesus, this is one of the most beautiful asses I’ve ever put my hands on. It’s perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it, Cole.”
“Ohhh I do. Why don’t you come on up here and sit your ass on my face. I know you want to take a ride in my stashe, right?”
“Ohhh yeah, ok.”
Jesus crawled up onto the sofa, turned facing away from me and lowered his ass right in my face. I grabbed onto his hips and helped lower his hole downward so it was perfectly placed for my tongue. Before I indulged, I took a good sniff. Fuuuccckkkk, Jesus’s crack smelled like a mix of soap, sweat, and musk.
Jesus’s ass hung just over my face in anticipation. I’m not the type to keep my bottoms waiting. I parted his smooth brown cheeks with my hands and my tongue took a first swipe the entire length of its crack. My tongue tingled from the sweat and other deliciousness I was lucky enough to savor. That was all I needed to inspire me. My wet tongue circled round and round that tight ass ring I ensured the stashe was scratching up against that ass, Jesus was groaning like he’d never felt anything quite like it before.
“Oh fuck, Cole, that feels so fucking good! Ohhhhh!”
Yeah, I had him exactly where I wanted him to be. Then I stuck my tongue out and pushed right into that inner sanctum.
“Ohhhhhh fuuuuccckk!”, Jesus cried out as I began moaning myself, my tongue dove several inches inside this inner walls, swirling round and round, darting my tongue in and out.
Jesus began to grind back on my face, rubbing his prickly ass against my stashe like sandpaper, that hole was involuntary squeezing down on my tongue. Fuck, I love eating ass. I love seeing how each bottom responds to a good rimming. Jesus has lost all of his inhibitions and was letting himself go. I was happy to let him. After all, he did help me back to my place when I couldn’t walk myself. I owed him this.
I was completely fine loaning my rimming services to Jesus, but he had other plans. His small fingers snatched the waistband of my shorts and pushed them off me. This was a 69 I was down with. Jesus wrapped his hand around my hard cock while using his tongue to pleasure my large mushroom head.
Jesus’s ass was glued to my face for at least 30 minutes while we pleasured each other. I was so sloppy, the stache and entire face coated with my own mouth slime. That ass was primed. I dipped a finger inside and Jesus reacted by swallowing my entire shaft and held it in his throat.
I had coated my finger well before inserting it into his butt hole. Jesus didn’t flinch when I poked in and out, gliding my finger carefully into his cavern, and passing a second digit.
“Oh fuck…Cole, can I sit on your dick, please?”
“Fuck yeah, Jesus. Go ahead and sink that ass right on down my fuck pole.”
Jesus carefully positioned himself so his thighs were on each side of mine and slowly lined up my swollen cock to his hungry hole. That’s what I love about pocket gays, they are so nimble. That hole was so tight as it wrapped around all of my girth. Jesus spit into his hand and rubbed it over the exposed part of my cock and with enough lube, sunk down until he hit bottom. I looked up to see his face. His lips were formed in a perfect “O”, and his eyes were wide and full of exhilaration.
I planted my hands over his pecs gently as he started a slow ascent upward and then a faster descent back down. This slow and steady pace seemed to loosen up his hole, while there was grip, my penis no longer felt choked. Jesus was really working up a good rhythm now. I could see his small dick and balls jiggle in the pouch of his jock.
Fuck, Jesus was doing a great job riding my cock. I was loving every second of it. I wished my phone was in reach so I could have filmed this hot little man bouncing on my dick. The expression on Jesus’s face said it all. When he finally found the best way to rub his p-spot over my flag pole, Jesus started moaning loudly.
“Hay Dios Mio papi, I’m going to cum! Ohhh fuuuck! Ohhhhhh yeaaahhhh! Ohhhhhhhh yesssss!”
Jesus hissed as his asshole convulsed over my raging cock and his load sprayed right into the fabric of that flimsy jockstrap covering his dick.
Jesus leaned in for a kiss. Once he felt my stashe on his smooth skin, he nuzzled my face so he could luxuriate in the sensation of my thick facial hair on his baby-face.
I still hadn’t shot my nut yet. I was too feeble to stand, so I had Jesus ride me cowgirl. It didn’t take long for Jesus to switch positions. I bear hugged him, kissed and sucked on his neck and shoulder. I needed to release very very badly. With just a few upward thrusts I brought myself to the point of no return and unloaded in that pert bum, all of the tension in my body released.
My arms were limp but still wrapped around Jesus’s torso. His back rested in my hairy chest. My deflating cock hadn’t fallen out yet, I was in pretty deep.
“Ohhh fuck, Cole, that was amazing. I haven’t cum that hard in weeks.”
“I’m glad you had a good time, Jesus. You definitely know how to ride a dick”, I said playfully.
Jesus pried himself off of me then turned around and sat next to me. His finger started striking my stashe.
“This thing here is dangerous, Cole. Most guys our age can’t even grow something so spectacular. You’re a lucky man.”
“Jesus, not only can I grow a decent stashe, but I know how to use it. It also helps that I really, really love eating ass. Just having the stashe alone doesn’t mean anything if you don’t love ass.”
“You have a good point there, Cole. Well, I guess I better get going. I have to get to class soon and I need to shower. Is there anything you need before I go?”
“I’m going to see if I can listen to my classes online today and rest my ankle. Do you mind, my laptop is on the table right there.”
Jesus helped get me set up after helping me put some clothes on.”
“Jesus, you are so amazing. Thanks so much for your help today. Hey, can I get your number?”
After Jesus gave me his number and left me to myself, my cock started chubbing thinking about that ass, the taste, the smell, how much my dick loved being in it. I had to have it again.
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