The Run

It was hot and I’ve been running for about forty minutes and had passed several hot guys coming the opposite way. I decided to slow to a walk and allow the sweat running down my chest to cool me, so I took off my shirt. Why not? I worked hard on my body and I was comfortable showing it off when possible.

I rounded a corner of the trail, heading back towards the trees. The shade would help me cool down faster. As I used my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face and chest, I saw another jogger coming towards me. Someone I hadn’t seen before.

He looked taller than me, which, at six foot six, would have been rare. But he was built better than me. At least in my opinion. I range from two hundred to two hundred twenty pounds, dark red hair, blue eyes (typical ginger but I was OK with it,) hairy chest with a smart dark red treasure trail and closely cropped beard. This guy was a bit taller, probably around two hundred fifty of muscle but covered in a nice layer of meat (which I LOVE!), brown hair and just enough chest hair to be visible when wet. He was wearing sun glasses and a hat so I couldn’t see much else which allowed my imagination to run free with what I didn’t know.

I wore running shorts but I always ran with tight boxer briefs as I didn’t want much junk to flop around. Not because I was shy about it – far from it. I just didn’t want to hurt myself as I had done in the past. This guy…this guy didn’t seem to care as I saw his little piece of meat sticking straight out and his balls swinging back and forth.

As I walked towards the end of the trail, he slowed his run as he approached and smiled.

“Hey man, how long does this trail do?” he asked without being our of breath.

“Three miles this way, but it circles back to the Coyote Trail for another five miles if you go left at the fork” I replied pointing towards that direction.

“Thanks friend” he replied, his wording I thought odd. “You run here much?” he asked, as we both came to a stop.

“Couple times a week” I admitted. “I haven’t seen you here before – this a new area for ya’?” I asked trying figure him out, as my gaydar was ringing like a stuck bell.

“Yeah. Just move here. Brett!” he said as he stuck his hand out.

“Kyle” I said as we shook hands.

“You done running this trail today?” he inquired.

“Yeah..” I said half heartedly. “I’ve been here about forty-five minutes already. And it’s hot today” I answered.

“Yeah. I see you’re sweaty so I figured you must have been here for a while” he said as he looked my up and down. “It must be hot if a slim and trim guy like you is sweating!”

“Well I have to stay fit” I said proudly.

“Don’t we all. I’d be five hundred pounds if I didn’t exercise. I like to eat too much!” he said with a smile.

“Me too!” I said with a smile.

“Well, if you ever need a running partner, or whatever, let me know” he offered as he removed his classes and offered a smile that could melt the hardest heart. I felt my dick plump up a bit.

“Well, I could go for a while longer I suppose” I said as I turned around and headed his same direction. I started running the trail again, right next to him. I noticed his breathing never picked up my even though he weighed more than me.

“I gotta’ take a rest man” I said about twenty minutes in. We ran to the closest bench and slowed. I was, once again, drenched in sweat. My shirt was already soaked from before. My chest hair and treasure trail was plastered to my skin as I walked around the bench. Brett sat down.

“How are you not sweating!?” I asked with a small laugh. “You must be in incredible shape” I said between breaths.

“I don’t do too bad” Brett said as he pulled up his shirt to reveal a six pack of hairless abs. He lowered his shirt and walked in to the trees, towards a creek buried in the woods. He stood there and I admired his physique. He had an incredible ass and, though he had a hairless stomach, his legs were like forests, covered in black hair that I hadn’t noticed before. Probably because I never got down past his dick and swinging balls.

I walked in to the trees towards him. He heard me crunching through the ground litter, turned around and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to me.

“Here. Use this Kyle” he said as I caught his shirt. Normally I’m more in to shorter, twinks but there was something about this guy that was sexy as fuck. As he turned back around towards the stream with his hands on his hips, my dick plumped up even more. So much so I had to stop and rearrange it before getting closer. He looked back right as I was doing the rearranging and I tried to paly it off.

“You too?” he asked.

“What’s that?” I said.

“You get hard when you run too?” he said, his face facing away from me.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just slowly walked up to his side and when I looked down, he was fully hard. His ass looked good when I walked up because his massive dick was pulling his shorts forward, causing them to tighten up around his ass.

I watched him reach down and pull out his cut monster. I’ve not seen a dick this long and thick on anyone in person. It was almost as if he had a third leg.

He slowly stroked his massive member, turning and looking at me with a smile.

“Wanna’ show me?” he whispered.

Of course I did. And even if I didn’t, it was already showing itself so I gave in and pulled out my cock. He reached out and wrapped his hand around mine as the stroked his. While my dick is large, his dick was massive! I watched his hands slide up and down his shaft.

He grabbed the base of my cock, squeezed it and shook it wildly. My dick danced in the shadows of the trees. I reached out and grabbed his cock and couldn’t wrap my hand fully around it. He pulled out his balls and they, too, were massive. It was surreal but I enjoyed it entirely.

I cupped his hairy ball sac with one hand and tried to stroke his monster with the other. He growled in pleasure as I squeezed out precum from his third leg. A pearly droplet slowly feel from the head of his dick. It reached the forest floor without breaking.

“Someone’s got a nice dick” he said as he studied my ginger cock. I thought ‘yeah you’ but didn’t say anything. He looked around and, seeing no one, bent down and took the head of my dick in his mouth. His warm mouth sending shivers up my spine to my brain. Then, in one quick motion, shoved my large cock down in to his throat.

He wasted no time in devouring my cock and my cock wasted to time in showing how much it enjoyed it. I instinctively grabbed his head and face fucked him deep. He moaned with every shove of my meat down his throat. I felt a vibration and noticed he was jacking himself off with both hands.

His moaning started increasing and I watched as his monster squeezed out a stream of white spunk. With his massive dick and enormous balls, I assumed there would be tons of cum. But there wasn’t. Just the right amount for me to blast a load down his through.

I groaned as I held his head and shoved my dick down his throat filling his belly with my seed. I hadn’t came in a few day so my load was substantial. I could hear him choking on my hot white liquid. He tried to pull away but I thought “bitch you brought me here so you’re gonna’ take it all” so I held him forcefully while I emptied my balls. Shot as shot filled his  throat and he struggled for oxygen.

As I quivered and finish my unloading, I pulled my dick from his throat.

“Fuck man, that was a load brother!” he said as he sat back on his heals, his dick still hard sticking straight up. “Damn!” he said as he held my cock in his hand inspecting each wet, veiny inch and my red hairy balls.

He stood up, grabbed his shirt from the ground and put it in his pocket, placed his dick down his shorts as best he could, put on his glasses and said “Thanks man. I needed that”. He wiped his mouth as he walked away. I stood there, dick out, slowly softening, and watch his monstered dick of a man walk to the trail, and start running back to where we met.

I flung the last drip of cum from my dick, shoved it back in my shorts and headed back to the trail, a little lighter than I was at the start of the day. I plane to run this trail many more times. Maybe I’ll run in to Brett again.