Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 13:37:47 EST
From: Jocula9496@aol.com
Subject: neighborhood jogger part 1

My name is Tim and I am twenty-eight years old and I am gay.  I live alone
in a nice size house and in a descent neighborhood.  I have dated a few
guys here and there but nothing significant.  Even though I live alone I
tend to have a very busy lifestyle. I work full time, which does not
include the work I put in after hours at home.  Plus keeping up the inside
and outside of my house. Between everything I do during the week I still
manage to keep up a regular workout schedule. I have an okay body, nothing
to brag about, but I am in shape. I work out five days a week weightlifting
and doing cardio three days a week. I am 5'7" 140lb with brown hair and
eyes and with a 30" waist.
        Spring had arrived and I have been planting flowers and weeding in
the front yard with my shirt off to catch some rays to work on my tan.
While working in the yard I noticed as I looked down the street the house
that was up for sale about a month ago has now been sold.. Now the new
owner(s) were moving in. As I was pulling weeds I was thinking gosh it
would be so nice if it could be a hot looking single gay guy around my age
(yeah right like that will every happen). The new neighbors are always
young married couples or middle age couple.
      A few weeks went by and I was standing at my kitchen window doing
some dishes and I glance out. There was a man-jogging past my house with no
shirt on and only wearing sweat shorts.  Unfortunately, I only got a
glimpse of him as he ran past my house and down the street.  What little I
saw looked like this was one hot looking dude, but my luck it was only a
one-time jogger. You know the type they couldn't make it to the gym this
one and only day, so they run around the neighborhood to make it up. What
little I did see of this new guy with no shirt on, had a pretty nice
body. He looked like he was in very good shape (no flab), but he also
looked like he lifts weights. He had muscles with some size to him.  But of
course I only saw the front for a mere second and only a little longer
glance of his backside and his ass (which his ass was very nice and round).
      Of course a few days went by and the half-naked jogger has not jogged
by I knew it was a one time deal. Until, one day I was out in the yard
cutting the lawn, pulling some weeds, and working on my tan. When I saw the
half-naked jogger jogging by. This time I saw his body long enough to see
that he was in extremely good shape. His biceps and triceps were muscular
and well defined. His pecks were cut and they looked like two slabs of meat
on his chest (not huge but very nicely developed).  His stomach had a
nicely define six pack.  His legs were very muscular and you can tell that
he either works them regularly or play some kind of sport that requires
lower body skills. His chest and Abs were smooth and only light hair on his
legs. He had light brown hair (sort of blonde), and his face was adorable.
His features of his face were that of a frat- boy that has age just a
little. I am thinking that his age was around mine mid-late twenties.  As
he jogged past me I was trying not to look like I was looking at him. The
jogger was down the street and out of my sight in know time.  All I could
think about was how gorgeous his face and body was and how I hoped and
couldn't wait to see him jog by again.
      All afternoon I kept thinking and day dreaming of the jogger and his
perfect body he had. The yard work took me twice as long to complete.  I
could not get him out of my mind. I kept imagining him and me lying in bed
slowly kissing and caressing, as are bodies touched and melted into one. I
thought about the different ways I would service every part of his body
with my tongue and hands from his head to his toes. How we would make
passionate love for hours. Of course I came back to reality, only because I
had to control myself because I was outside and if I continued I would be
giving the neighbors a free show with a raging hard on in my shorts.  After
that day, he started jogging by my house everyday, and of course I didn't
mine one bit.
         Later that night and every night after that day, I jack off
thinking about him. I would lose myself into my fantasy of us being
together and in every position, room and hours on end.  I was starting to
become obsessed with this person. A guy that I only see once a day and at
most five to ten seconds each time.  I do not know where he lives, if he
married or single or if is straight or gay.  The odds of me ever finding
out where he lives are slim. Then the chances of him being gay are even
slimmer, and even if he is gay he is probably in a relationship, because
any guy that looks like that would not or stay single for very long.
     It has now been about two weeks since the Greek God jogger with no
name who each day jogs by my house. This particular day I was starting to
mow the lawn when he jogged by and while I was finishing up the lawn I saw
him coming back down the street. Of course I didn't mind getting a second
view even though it was at a farther distance.  Anyway, Halfway down the
street he slowed down and he then made a complete stop. He went towards and
into the house that was sold last month. I almost fainted, because now I
knew where my gorgeous Greek God lives.

Okay guys this is the first time I have ever written a story. If you guys
enjoy it I will continue the story. Please let email me and let me know
what you think of my. ;o) Email address Jocula9496@aol.com