Date: Sat, 21 May 2005 11:21:41 -0500
From: muscle_buddy@hotmail.com
Subject: "Jogging Park"  Pt 1

  The jogging park at the end of our neighborhood is perfect for a afternoon
run. It winds through a wooded area, then out into open. The path follows a
creek for a bit. It is very beautiful and relaxing place to exercise Along
the path is exercise stations, sit up benches, chin posts etc. I decided to
take a ruin after a grueling work out at the gym. Wearing only nylon running
shorts and running shoes I began set off on the track.

     I was on my second lap when I noticed a man that looked familiar.  He
kept staring.
I am 40y/o 6' 185lbs muscled, smooth skinned, blonde hair blue eyes. I work
out 3 days a week hard weight training, tennis about 2 days , jog, swim laps
at the Y, roller blade, anything to burn calories and keep fit. I am not
BUFF body builder, more like fitness lean hard solid muscle build. Nice
square solid pecs, with nipples that always are hard and pointed. .Round
shoulders, biceps and triceps that stretch sleeves on a  t-shirt nicely.
Legs that are hard and solid  from  the roller blades, tennis, and jogging.
I don't mind showing it off.  I can hold my own in the body department
against many half my age and I enjoy it. But this guy looked like a buddy I
went to school with 20 years ago.  I go over to chin station, start into
chinning, then do some dips on bars.  I see him approaching.

"Jeff"? He asks.

"Yes" I reply. Still not sure who he is, but he is hot.

"We went to school together, Larry, Senior year at West High".  I shake his
hand.

"Damn Larry I did not recognize you, it has been a long time." I reply.

    As he shakes my hand he gives me one of those straight guy moves, a
punch in the arm.  I love the feeling, and action of the "punch".  He grabs
the biceps arm area as he continues to shake my hand, another straight guy
thing I guess. But the hand lingers a bit long. Without thinking I
automatically flex it a bit, hell if man wants to feel my arm, let him FEEL
the whole biceps is my thought.

"Damn that is one solid arm you got there" as he squeezes hard,
"You've  been hitting the weights since we got out of school. Put on some
muscle guy." he says smiling.

   I get embarrassed for flexing.  It is a normal reaction I have when gay
man feels my body, but this is Larry from school.

  "Thanks. But look at you. You look just as good as you did in high school
when you played baseball, and wrestled. Time has been good to you." I say
staring at his hot body.

  Larry was also in jogging shorts but had a tank top on.  About 5'8" 155lbs
hairy chest that looked awesome poking out of his tank top. Dark hair, brown
eyes. Not worked out muscled like mine, but fit nice lean and hot body. He
took good care of it. He had not let his body go like so many our age had
done.

      My nylon shorts were not doing their best job of holding my semi hard
cock down. I don't wear a jock when I run, I  love the feel of my loose nuts
and cock flopping in nylon. I wish I had today. Here is an old high school
friend, with  me getting wood. Not a good thing. We talk for a while , but I
notice that the "sucker punch"  is a regular thing with Larry.

    Now here is the problem. Guys hitting my body get me HARD, I mean rock
hard.  I think Larry notices  this. But his punches actually got closer and
closer to my pecs with each one. A good laugh, at old times and then a
punch. First they started on upper arm.  Then they moved closer to the pecs.
Now I am a man who likes taking punches. So every time I saw his fist coming
I would tighten up, flex, hold position, like I do with my wrestling & sex
buddies trading punches. But my cock was rock hard now after about seven or
eight  of his good ole boy jabs. And no way to hide my 6.5" cock from poking
out in the nylon.

  Larry would have to be blind to not see this. And I am getting more
confused.  I even think he is getting wood, but his tank top hangs just low
enough to hide most of his crotch. Hell I thought he was married? We keep
talking, he says he lives about three streets over.  My mind reels. The
possibilities. Now way. But I could dream. That only made my cock stay hard
just the idea of  this hot man and me being neighbors. He did not flinch at
my being erect.  We kept talking like old friends do. Catching up. He asked
about me.

"Single."
"Never married."
"Live alone."

  "But that gives you plenty of time to work out it looks like to me." he
says.

  Now this is the second time he has mentioned my body, he has felt the arm,
hit the pecs, and I have major hard on that  he can't ignore. My mind is in
over drive, how to get him home and strip his clothes off. I finally tell
him I need to head to the house and jump in the pool. I ask him if he wants
to join me. He just smiles, kind of smirks.

  "Hell yea. I'll follow you home."

  We go straight to the back yard through house. Not much talking. We get to
pool area, and I start looking  for a pair of swim trunks for Larry to wear.
I cant find anything.  When I turn back to Larry Standing in front of me is
a naked wet dream. Dark hairy body. Slim lean fit torso. Nice pecs, firm
abs, and a large long fat cock, resting on the top of large round tight
nuts. I stare mouth open. Speechless.

  "Step out of your shorts now Jeff" he demands.

   As he steps toward me his fat cock swinging. The deep voice is more a
command, firm and in control. I  kick off my shoes rip off running shorts
almost tripping trying to get them off. Totally nude.  He smirks.

  "Good" is all he says.

   He walks around me. I stand still almost at attention.

  "When I saw you get a hard from me talking about your body and me feeling
and punching your pecs I knew you would get naked because I told you to. You
have one hot worked out body Jeff. And I intend to enjoy it."

    My cock went from semi hard to rock hard at his firm solid voice.  He
looked down at my cock and saw it rise.

   "That's what I thought. You like this, huh, Jeff."

   "Yes Larry , but I never figured you were into guys"?  I said reaching
out to touch his pec.

    He pushed my hand away. He looked me square into my eyes.

  "I have always wanted a guy like you to play with.  Built ,solid ,worked
out. And I think you might enjoy a man like me doing it.  I think you and I
will become  great friends". His deep voice still in control.

   I am very excited by his voice, his actions, and his attitude. I stand
very tall, chest out. Lats  wide. Feet planted square on the ground. I
place hands behind back, see if he gets the idea I am for his use by my
posture.  Rock hard dick standing straight out and my large shaved balls
hanging low.  Thinking, ok lets see were he takes this. My mind is racing.
He walks to the front of me, never taking his eyes off my mine. He takes the
back of his right hand, rubbing it against my left nipple. Working it back
and forth teasing my nub. Not saying a word.  I stand still. Then he  makes
fist and  punches it lightly, firm but not hard. Still looking deep into my
eyes. I don't even flinch. I flex out pecs harder. Bouncing the  left pec
for him. He draws his fist back and hits it again, this time with a bit more
conviction. Still not hard, but solid contact. I still don't move but my
cock bounces and twitches.

   "Nice." He says.

   He rears back, and lands a hard right fist square onto my left pec. I
take it. Hands still behind back, chest out flexed.

  Damn. I cant believe he is into this scene. In my wildest dreams, Larry
from school living a few blocks over. I  usually have a hard time  finding a
guy remotely into punching. My mind is roaming, not paying close attention
when a very hard right fist lands square into my abs, I am caught off guard.

`UUUHHHHHNNNGGGG" I bend over slightly. I look up at Larry.
"That's hot Larry." I say.

"Shut up" He commands.

And he lands several punches in a row into my  gut as I try and recover. I
am in heaven. But I better stay focused he is driving some deep hard
punches. I recover. Straighten up  again, feet better planted. Shoulders
back. Ready for anything he can dish out. I look at his cock, that long fat
hanging slab of meat is now a rock hard 8.5" round fat sausage, with those
nuts that ride high and huge at the base  under his hard dick. He obviously
enjoys this as much as I do

   This is what turns me on. I am 6.1" 185 very muscled, fit worked out,
solid. He is lean thin and fit at about 155lbs 5.8". Much smaller than me.
Yet here he is the one in control. I could lay into him, beat the shit out
of him if I so decided. But he does not even consider this a possibility.
His deep voice commanding. Hot attitude. And can throw a hard deep punch.
And to top it all off, he gets off doing it.

  He is facing me now, almost chest to chest. I can feel his heaving
breathing  on my face from throwing such hard punches.

"Yes, you and I are gonna have some fun. When did you become such a punching
bag Jeff?"

  I am still standing tall with my hands behind back always ready for the
unexpected hit.

"The more I worked out, the more I liked guys playing with my body.  The
more muscled I got, the more guys liked playing with the muscles I built.  A
couple years ago a guy started hitting me, trying to test my body. I took
everything he gave.  It became our thing. To see how much I could handle. It
became erotic for me from that point on. And then you started "sucker"
punching me at the jogging path. I almost lost it there."

Larry still in my face his breathing more normal,  standing so close I could
feel his big cock brushing against me.

"I could tell.  You got hard on the first light tap on your arm. As far as
testing your body? We have yet to begin."

  "Relax a bit" Larry tells me.

  "Lets talk some find out how we can both enjoy this."he says with a grin
on his face.

I relaxed, I was excited  about finding this hot man. Ready to talk with
Larry and  then WHAM a right- left- right combo began landing into my
relaxed abs. I was not not ready for that. His fists kept coming. Abs, pecs,
one even landed on my chin snapping my head back. And  he could hit. I was
staggering. My back finally agaisnt a wall. Those hard fists. Damn he was
letting them fly into my body.  Pecs.   Abs.  One hit even laded low on
abdomen near the crotch. He kept his concentration. Never waivering.

"UNNHHHHHH" I doubled over finally beat.

"You big dumb jock." Was all Larry said. His hands still made into fists.

But he had this grin that was sexy as hell on him. And his cock was still
rock hard. That was all that mattered to me. As long as he was happy and had
a hard cock, I was doing my job. And to be honest his cheap shots turn me
on. Never knowing what's coming or when. I was almost on my knees now, face
to cock, and that is one big dick to be staring at. I stick out my tongue.
Thinking how lucky I am.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"  Larry barked.

"You have to earn the right for this." He grabbed his hard cock and shook it
at me, but not near enough for me to touch.  He laughed a very sadistic
laugh.

"Yes we WILL be the best of neighbors Jeff".

With that he grabbed his shorts and walked out of the back yard.  Leaving me
on my knees. My body beat and sore.  My cock hard and dripping.  Wondering
what the hell just happened.


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