Date: Fri, 7 May 2010 11:35:10 EDT
From: Ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: The Jogger

This is a fiction story about an possible incident that may have  happened
while i was on the beach recently. I was on the beach and a HOtt jogger
passed by me. I glanced at him, he glanced back. But that was it.
I should have gotten some... LOL.


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THe Jogger


Here I am now in my 40's. And i have decided to start exercising again. It
has been many years now since I have, But with age creeping upon me in a
hurry.  I figured i should try and keep in shape. Otherwise i would end up
someone who  couldn't take care of himself when i get older still. Yikes.
Older. Such a  terrible phrase for a typical gay man to say.
One of the things I had started to do was< i picked up jogging. Just a  few
miles each morning before work. Before it got to hot in the day. Since i
lived fairly close to the beach. I decided to take advantage of the jogging
trails nearby.

It was a Saturday morning when I woke up and headed out to do my routine. A
 bit of weights and cardio at gym. Then a good run. So went to the Gym that
was right across from the beach and worked out for a bit. I jumped into my
shorts and went for my jog along the beach path. I was no more than 10
minutes into it when I saw him coming from the other direction. He was
mature (like myself). But his body was pretty damned stacked. Strong
shoulders and arms. He was headed in my direction. He was wearing short
black shorts that had a silken sheen to them.  His legs were thick and
muscular.When he ran passed me I got a better look at him. He was probably
about my age or a bit older via some of the lines on his face. But ruggedly
handsome nonetheless. His bare chest was wet with sweat. He had a furry
chest that was graying so he definitely was older. But he was still pretty
damned hot. And i glanced back as he passed. His meaty legs flexing as he
ran. And his big beefy ass clinging to the material of his shorts. he
glanced back at me as he passed as well. I though I caught a smile or a
smirk of some sort.

"Damn" that was pretty hot" I said to myself.
But i continued my routine. After another 20 or so minutes, I decided to
call it a day. I headed back to the Gym across the street to shower and head
home. As i was getting dressed, who walks into the gym, but the hott Jogger
i  saw some time earlier. He saw me and actually walked over to me. I could
 see his dick hugging the sweaty shorts that now totally clung to his lower
 body. He stepped right over to me and said.

"My place is right down the street. Wannna follow me there buddy"
His hand touch my shoulder. I looked back at his crotch, and his cock
twitched in his shorts.
"I bet I can give you a real workout" He continued.
He stood up and turned around. I looked upon that hot ass and was reaching
for my things as quickly as i could. He walked off towards the door.
"I'll meet you outside man" He said as he walked away.
I couldn't stopped gawking at his ass as he walked off. then stopped
myself. i didn't know if anyone was watching me stare or not. I was outside in
record time. He was already across the street and walking to the north when i
 got out of the Gym. I rushed across the street and followed him a few
blocks up.  There to the left was a high rise complex. We entered the lobby and
headed for  the elevator. I had just realized that this guy had yet to
shower. he left the  gym after his run and hadnt showered yet.

"I'm on the 12th floor" He said.
We got into the elevator and the door closed. Ron (The Jogger) came at me.
He pushed me to the wall and his hands were all over me. I felt his strong
hand  on my crotch in seconds. The he came in close and kissed me. Then He
grabbed my  hand and placed it on his shorts. I instinctively groped at the
meat in my hand.  He was meaty indeed. I could feel his cock twitching in my
palm as i stroked him  through the wet shorts. His hot sweat body was
against me. my free hand roamed  over his strong sweaty back as we kissed in that
elevator. Ron pulled away from  me when we got to his floor. He put his hand
in front of his crotch as we  exited. Just to make sure he didn't see a neig
hbor in the hall. We then  walked down a short hall to his place. We had no
sooner walked into the living  room than he said.
"On your kneees buddy"
I looked down at his bulging shorts and couldn't resist. My hands were on
his strong legs as i stared at the tenting basket before me....


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to be continued
Orlirz