Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 22:37:13 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Jogger

THE JOGGER
By
Lee Mariner

May 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a story about a
homosexual relationship between an adult
and a young man. It is a completely
fictional fantasy and IF YOU ARE NOT OF
LEGAL TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO
NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE
LEAVE.

All characters are fictional and in no
way related to any person or person
living or deceased.

ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO
LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES, AVOID IT!

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Copyright: 2002 -- Author: Lee Mariner --
All Rights are Reserved.

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THE PARK---

It was Saturday morning and I woke up with my
normal every morning hard-on. All cut 8"
throbbed and my bladder was screaming to be
emptied. I learned early that trying to piss
with a roaring hard on and standing is almost
impossible. Sitting on the back of the toilet
seat I leaned forward pushing my cock downward
and it was like opening flood gates, piss
poured against the wall of the toilet some of
it splashing on my fingers. Taking a piss with
a hard-on is almost like shooting your load the
feeling is so intense.

This morning my cock was not softening as it
usually did when taking a piss, today it stayed
steel hard stiff as the urine flow slowly
reducing to a trickle. Drying my fingers with a
few sheets of toilet paper I wrapped them
around my steel hard shaft sliding forward on
the seat and leaning back against the water
tank. My balls hung low but they had plenty of
room to swing as I stroked my rod remembering
the jogger I had seen in the park.

The city where I live has a 70-acre park where
a figure "eight" jogging track had been laid
out. Two streams ran through the park and stone
bridges had been built over the streams. Most
of the length of the track was covered with
cedar mulch but a path had been worn where
joggers could run together or in opposite
directions. Every now and then the city would
send workers who would rake the mulch out
smooth again and add more where it was needed
but it didn't take long and the track was back
almost like it had been. The worst places were
the bridges; it was hard for mulch to be kept
on the wooden surface.

Each circle of the figure was one mile so
running both circles would be two miles. I
normally would jog 5 complete circuits or 10 of
only one circle, depending on how I was
feeling.  Last Tuesday afternoon it was a
little cool but still good running weather and
I wore a sweat suit over my regular jogging
shorts. Driving into the parking lot of the
park I parked at the entrance to the jogging
track and then realized that no one else was
jogging or in the park. The parking lot and
bicycle racks were empty, unusual for 4PM.

Locking the car, I walked through the bushes
that surrounded the jogging section of the
park. There were bushes and trees over most of
the park but some physical fitness expert said
it would be better for joggers or walkers if
they area was shaded so people would not
overheat as they ran. I'm not sure how many
trees were cut down but after environmental
protesters picketed and made speeches the city
prevailed.  Just inside the almost gate like
entrance was an area that potential runners
used for stretching and limbering up. Hiding my
water bottle in a bush I started the ritual of
stretching and loosening up when someone ran
past me. I didn't hear him coming until I was
passed and then I only caught a glimpse as the
runner disappeared in the trees and bushes.
Unless my eyes were playing tricks on me, he
was naked and I was hoping I would run into
him. Removing my sweats I put them with the
water bottle and started off at a slow pace. I
was only wearing jogging shorts and the breeze
created by me running felt good on my bare skin
and the pounding of my feet on the mulch-
covered path was like a soft drumbeat.

After the first circle, I was on the back part
of the figure, the blood starting to surge
filling the muscles in my legs and chest. My
breathing was steady and I could feel a light
sweat breaking out on me, the kerchief around
my head would stop any sweat from running into
my eyes. My senses had intensified and I heard
the soft pounding of feet when he suddenly was
in front of me his legs and arms pumping in a
steady rhythm. He came around the upper curve
straight at me and at first look, he was naked
until he got closer and I could see he was
wearing something like a jockstrap. It was a
pouch covering his cock and balls with a strap
around his very small waist holding it on, he
was stunning and I almost stumbled into his
path as he approached.

It's funny how much you can see in just the
space of a few seconds but I saw he was lean
but muscular and the ease with which he ran
showed just how lithe his body was. His
shoulders were not broad like those of a body
builder but his torso had the clean cut
definition of a runner or swimmer with well
defined muscles and the classic but smaller "V"
from shoulders to hips. He had a hard flat
stomach with ripped abdominal muscles, narrow
hips and thick muscled thighs and calves but
bare feet. His almost aquiline features were
framed by a mass of flowing golden hair. He
didn't break stride as he avoided me smiling.

As I ran the course, I would see him every now
and then running with the same ground consuming
pace and glance at me when we were close like
at the "X" of the course. The sweat was
starting to run off of me and I decided I would
splash some water in my face at the next bridge
and slowed my pace when it came into view.
There was a small path leading from the jogging
path down to the water where others had had the
same idea I did.

I removed my kerchief picking my way down to
the stream. Dipping the kerchief I rang it out
when I heard from behind me, "you run well."

I spun around seeing my fellow jogger sitting
on a small outcropping of rock under the bridge
and he was completely naked.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I stammered staring
as his physical beauty.

"You run well." He repeated as he switched his
legs extending the left revealing a thick uncut
cock resting over full balls covered with the
golden hair that surrounded the base of his
cock.

"Thanks, you do also." I said huskily my heart
starting to beat a little faster as I stood
looking at him fascinated by the golden beauty
of his smooth muscled body. He had no tan line
just smooth unblemished golden skin. His
breathing was almost imperceptible as if he had
not run at all.

"Would you like to rest with me before we run
again?" He said in almost lyrical tones
indicating the outcropping he was sitting on.

As if in a trance I walked to him and sat
beside him our hips touching and I felt fire
surging through me, my cock starting to
stiffen.

"Do you always run in those things you are
wearing? Why don't you remove them and be
comfortable? Let the breeze cool you're body."

Without any hesitation I removed my shorts and
jockstrap. Dropping them on the ground I turned
to face him, my hard cock swinging in front of
me. He didn't move and I could see his
Aquamarine eyes scanning me. He reached for my
hand pulling me back down on the outcropping.
He had a mesmerizing effect on me and I felt
his hand running over my chest and down into my
thick silky dark pubic bush. It was as if he
knew I wanted to feel his touch.

"You have a beautiful body, the body of a
runner. Smooth strong hard muscles, I can feel
your blood racing through your veins and your
heart beating, pumping life into you."

His voice sent chills running through every
nerve and a golden fog seemed to surround us as
he pressed me back onto the soft grasses moving
just a little closer to me. I didn't feel lust
building inside of me just a deep longing need,
a desire. His soft golden body lay half over
mine as he kissed my nipples his tongue
swirling around them as they hardened. I felt
the pressure of his thick cock pressing against
my thigh and I reached for it, wanting to hold
it but he stopped me whispering.

"My need is you, lie with me. Let me taste the
fluids of your body. Enjoy as I do the strength
within you and allow me to draw the nectar of
life that you hold inside waiting to be
released."

My eyes closed as the soft music of his voice
flowed over me. His hands, lips and tongue
caressed the soft supple muscles of my chest,
arms, thighs and arms. I could feel myself
drifting as if on a soft erotic cloud. Little
ecstatic shocks penetrated the depths of my
body at each touch of his lips and the teasing
tip of his tongue. A tenseness held me as I
waited for the ultimate feeling of being
consumed by his soft lips, my cock throbbing,
pre-cum flowing down its length into my pubic
hair.

My entire body was on fire straining ready too
exploding from within. The sensual touch of his
fingers generating nerve-numbing shocks. I was
on the verge of screaming when I heard him say
softly.

"Now my Adonis, my love, I will lift you to the
heights of Olympus with me."

His hot mouth engulfed the length of my
throbbing cock in one swift movement as my
muscles tightened my back arching lifting my
hips driving my pelvis into his face. He sucked
without movement except for his tongue and
throat muscles massaging, drawing the sperm
from deep in my sac. The fiery hot life giving
force within me rushed up the length of my
surging cock exploding down his throat as his
lips continued squeezing my thick cock base.
Spasm after spasm tightened my muscles as
molten streams of cream flowed his greedy mouth
sucking me dry.

I groaned from deep inside as I pushed his head
down driving my cock ever deeper as it slowly
softened, the nectar of my nuts decreasing in
intensity with each surge. He gripped me tight
his lips holding me his mouth sucking demanding
and drawing the last drops from the wilting
length of my very sensitive cock.

Moaning softly, I whispered almost inaudibly,
"there is no more" as my muscles slowly
relaxed. The erotic fog still enveloped us in
the ecstatic after glow that followed.

We lay quietly for a few moments, his head on
my hard flat stomach. His tongue flicking out
tasting the last oozing drops. My eyes were
closed and my breathing and heart were slowly
returning to an almost normal rhythm when I
felt him move away from me.

Rising up I saw him moving through the bushes
still naked. "Wait" I called, "I don't know
your name, when can we see each other again?"

He disappeared into the thick bushes and I
heard the lyrical tones of his voice float
back, "Comus Randall, some people call me
Comus."

I sat under the bridge still naked, "Comus," I
had never heard the name before and how did he
know my name was Randall. For a minute I was
beginning to think it had all been a dream and
I had had a wet dream except there was no cum
on me just a little drop or two in the thick
pubic hair my now soft cock rested in. "Yeah a
dream. I must have shot my load on the ground."

Standing I started putting my jockstrap and
shorts on when I spotted the small pouch and
strap I had seen him wearing.

             * * * * * * * * * *


A dream? Damned if I knew now as my cock
exploded streams of cum shooting up on my chest
and stomach. My body stiffened as my cock
gushed molten stream after stream from down
deep in my nuts. With one final surge I
collapsed onto the toilet seat, cum running
down my chest. I wanted another dream.

* * * * * * * * *

  "Dreams are our innermost needs and desires.
  Attaining some of them could be our worst
  nightmares."

                         Unknown