Breaking the Silence
Sunday morning arrived with a crisp, golden light filtering through the trees of the Englischer Garten. Marc had barely slept, his body already buzzing from the memory of Friday's shower. The way Frank's large cock had thickened under the spray, the heated stare they had shared with no words spoken, the heavy silence that had followed them out of the locker room. Marc's cock had been painfully hard the entire walk home, and he had jerked off twice that night thinking about it. Now, as he stretched against the familiar tree near the Chinese Tower, he felt the tension coiled tight in his chest like a spring ready to snap.
Frank appeared right on time, seven sharp, dressed in the same tight black running kit that had become a uniform of sorts. The compression fabric clung to every ridge of his muscular forty six year old body, the dark trimmed hair on his chest visible through the dampening material even before they started. His thighs flexed powerfully as he approached, and that heavy bulge between them pressed forward unmistakably, thick and prominent. Marc's gaze lingered there for a second too long before he forced it upward.
"Ready?" Frank asked, voice low and clipped as always.
Marc nodded, and they set off without another word.
The run started harder than usual. Frank pushed the pace from the first kilometer, legs driving forward with disciplined power. Marc matched him effortlessly, his lean athletic frame moving smoothly beside the older man. Their breathing fell into sync, steady and deep. Shoulders brushed on the narrower sections of the path, each contact sending sparks across Marc's skin. Sweat began to build quickly under the morning sun, darkening the front of Frank's top and making the fabric cling transparently to his nipples and the defined lines of his abs. Marc felt his own tank grow damp, his trimmed blond body hair matting against his chest.
They covered nearly ten kilometers in near silence, the only sounds their rhythmic footfalls and the occasional huff of breath. Marc's mind raced the entire time. The tension from the showers, the lingering looks, the way Frank's large uncut cock had swelled visibly under the water. It had been building for weeks now, this slow burn of heat and unspoken want. Marc could not take it anymore. His cock was already half hard inside his shorts, aching with every stride.
Near the quieter northern edge of the park, where the path curved into a secluded stretch lined with thick bushes and ancient oaks, Marc made his decision. He slowed abruptly and reached out, fingers brushing Frank's forearm.
"Wait," Marc said, voice rough. "Frank, stop."
Frank slowed to a walk, then turned, chest heaving, hazel eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it? Cramping?"
Marc shook his head, stepping closer until they stood face to face on the empty path. His heart hammered against his ribs. "No. I just. I cannot keep pretending this tension is not there. In the showers. Friday. We were both hard. We looked at each other. Nothing happened, and neither of us said a word. But I have been going out of my mind since then."
Frank's expression remained professional at first, jaw tight, arms crossing over his broad chest. The alpha boss mask slid firmly into place. "Fischer, this is not appropriate. We work together. I am your superior."
Marc held his ground, breathing still quick from the run. "I know that. And I am not asking for some office fling. But I am openly gay, Frank. I like you. The dad type. The way you are during these runs, the way your body looks in those shorts, the way you push me. I have been craving more since the first time we showered together. I masturbate after every single run. Every time. Thinking about you. About that big cock of yours. About what it would feel like if you touched me."
The words hung in the air between them. Marc's cheeks burned, but he did not look away. Frank stared at him, the professional facade cracking just enough for something raw to flicker in his eyes. He exhaled slowly, running a hand over his neat beard.
"Fuck," Frank muttered, voice dropping. The snobbish edge softened. "You are really going to put it out there like that."
Marc nodded. "I have to. The tension is killing me."
Frank glanced around the empty path, then back at Marc. His own cock had thickened noticeably in his tight shorts, the large outline pressing heavily against the fabric. He let out a short, rough laugh that sounded almost surprised.
"All right," he said, the words coming out quieter. "Since we are being honest. I do the same thing. After every run. Every shower. I go home, strip down, and stroke myself thinking about your tight little body under that tank top. About how you keep up with me without breaking a sweat. About bending you over in that locker room and finally giving in. I have not let myself want anyone like this in years. Not at work. Not anywhere. I keep everything locked down. No weakness."
The admission hit Marc like a wave of heat. Frank's hazel eyes held his now, no longer guarded but open, hungry. The grumpy, untouchable boss was still there, but underneath it something else had surfaced. Vulnerable. Wanting.
"My place is not far," Frank continued, voice lower. "Just across from the park. We can shower there. Properly. No one around. No rush."
Marc's pulse spiked. "Yes. Please."
They walked the short distance in charged silence, bodies still buzzing from the run. Frank's apartment was a sleek, modern loft on the top floor of a quiet building overlooking the green space. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Frank turned and pulled Marc close. No words at first. Just strong hands on Marc's waist, pulling him in until their sweat damp bodies pressed together.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted this," Frank murmured against Marc's ear, the neat beard brushing his jaw. His voice had lost all the professional sharpness. It was deep, sensual, almost tender.
He kissed Marc then, slow and deep, nothing like the alpha show off from the office. It was loving, passionate, the kind of kiss that explored and savored. Marc melted into it, hands sliding up over Frank's broad, hairy chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath the damp compression top. Frank's large cock pressed hard against Marc's stomach, thick and insistent through the fabric.
They stripped each other right there in the living room, clothes dropping to the floor. Frank's body was even more impressive up close: muscular, trimmed dark hair across his chest and stomach, powerful arms and thick thighs. His cock stood fully hard now, large and uncut, the heavy shaft curving slightly upward, foreskin pulled back to reveal a flushed, leaking head. Marc's own cock throbbed between them, uncut and already slick at the tip.
"Shower first," Frank said, taking Marc's hand. "I want to take my time with you."
The bathroom was spacious and luxurious, glass walled shower with multiple heads. Hot water cascaded over them as soon as they stepped inside. Frank turned Marc under the spray and began to massage his shoulders, strong hands working the tension from the run out of his lean muscles. It was sensual, almost reverent. Fingers kneaded down Marc's back, thumbs pressing into the small of his spine, then lower over his firm ass.
"You are so tight here," Frank whispered, voice husky. "So fucking beautiful."
Marc moaned softly as Frank dropped to his knees behind him. The older man spread Marc's cheeks gently and pressed his face in, tongue tracing slow, loving circles around his hole. The rimming was tender and thorough, Frank's neat beard brushing the sensitive skin while his tongue pushed inside, tasting and opening him. Marc braced his hands against the tile, legs shaking with pleasure.
"Frank. God," he gasped.
Frank stood after several long minutes, turning Marc around and kissing him again, deep and passionate. Water streamed between their bodies. "On your knees," he said, the command soft but firm. "I need to feel that pretty mouth."
Marc sank down willingly, water beating against his back. He took Frank's large cock in both hands first, stroking the thick length, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. Then he leaned in and wrapped his lips around it, sucking slowly, savoring the taste. Frank groaned, one hand gentle on the back of Marc's head, guiding but never forcing.
"That's it. Just like that. You look so good with my cock in your mouth."
Marc worked him with loving strokes of his tongue, taking as much as he could, hollowing his cheeks. Frank's hips rocked gently, sensual and controlled. The passion between them built steadily, no rush, just heat and connection.
After a while Frank pulled him up, kissing him hard. "I want to fuck you so badly," he murmured against Marc's lips. "Want to feel how tight you are around me. But only when you are ready. I can wait."
Marc nodded, breathless. "Next time. I want that too. But for now. I want to feel you come on me."
Frank's eyes darkened with lust. He turned off the water and led Marc to the large bed in the bedroom, towels abandoned. They stretched out together, bodies still damp. Frank's hands roamed everywhere, massaging Marc's chest, his thighs, stroking his average cock with slow, perfect twists of his wrist. Marc did the same, wrapping his hand around Frank's thick shaft, jerking him in time.
They kissed and touched for what felt like hours, the sex tender and intense. Frank's mouth found Marc's nipples, sucking gently, then lower to lick along the trimmed blond treasure trail. When they finally stroked each other in earnest, bodies pressed close, the pace quickened just enough. Frank's large cock pulsed in Marc's grip, leaking steadily.
"Come for me," Frank whispered, voice loving and rough at the same time. "I want to watch you."
Marc came first with a shuddering moan, thick ropes of cum landing across his own flat stomach and chest. Frank followed seconds later, groaning deep as he painted Marc's body with hot spurts from his large cock, mixing their releases together on Marc's skin.
They collapsed beside each other, breathing hard. Frank pulled Marc close without hesitation, strong arms wrapping around him in a cuddle that felt surprisingly natural. His hand stroked Marc's back slowly, tenderly. The grumpy alpha was gone. In his place was a man who seemed almost relieved to let the walls down.
"I do not do this," Frank said quietly after a long silence. "The whole relationship thing. Or even casual. I keep everyone at a distance. Work is everything. The runs were the only thing that kept me sane. Then you showed up. Smart. Sporty. Happy. You crawled right under my skin without even trying."
Marc nestled against Frank's hairy chest, listening to the steady heartbeat. "I moved here for the job. Left everything in Cologne. I was ready for the pressure, but I was not ready for you. The way you are at the office, all snobbish and mean sometimes. I saw through it though. There is more to you. I wanted to find it."
Frank's fingers traced lazy circles on Marc's shoulder. "I have not been out at work for a reason. Shows weakness. Or at least I thought it did. My last relationship ended badly years ago. After that I just buried myself in the gym and the job. Became the asshole boss everyone complains about. Easier that way."
Marc lifted his head to look at him. "You are not an asshole. Not really. Not with me. Not like this."
Frank smiled, the expression softening his whole face. It was the first real smile Marc had seen on him. "You bring it out of me. Makes me want to be better. For the team. For you."
They lay there for a long time, talking quietly about everything and nothing. Frank admitted how lonely the loner life had become. Marc shared stories from Cologne, his love for winter sports and beach volleyball, the excitement and nerves of starting fresh in Munich. The conversation flowed easy, deeper than any they had managed before. No pressure, no walls.
Eventually Frank kissed the top of Marc's head. "Stay for a bit longer if you want. I can make us something to eat after we clean up."
Marc smiled against his chest. "I would like that."
...To be continued
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