THE JOGGER
Copyright 2002
By
Lee Mariner
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by the author, and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific
written authorization of the author. All Rights are reserved.
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THE PARK---
It was Saturday morning
and I woke up with my normal morning hard-on. All eight inches ached, and my
bladder was screaming to be emptied. I had learned early that trying to piss
with a roaring hard on and standing is almost impossible. Sitting on the back
of the toilet seat and leaning forward made it possible to push my cock
downward below the rim of the toilet, and it was like opening floodgates.
Scalding piss poured against the wall of the toilet and a feeling of relief not
unlike a carnal climax spread over me as the pressure on my bladder subsided.
This morning my cock did
not softening as it usually did when taking a piss, 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 shaft, and sliding forward on
the seat I leaned 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.
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The city where I live has
a partially wooded seventy-acre public park, and in addition to picnic groves, kids monkey bars, a somewhat secluded figure
"eight" jogging track had been laid out under the trees. Two shallow
streams ran through the park among the rocks, and as part of the track, wooden
bridges constructed of treated lumber had been built over them. Most of the
length of the track was covered with cedar mulch but a path had been worn where
joggers could run, and the mulch was pushed to the side by pounding feet. 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 like it had been. To avoid injury to the joggers, the surfaces of the
bridges had been covered with a nonskid material intended to prevent slipping
when the bridges were wet with dew or rain.
Each circle of the figure
was one mile so running both circles would be two miles. I normally would jog
five complete circuits of the path 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 even in the park. The parking lot and bicycle racks
were empty even though it was a gorgeous day, and that was unusual for
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 the area was shaded so people would
not overheat as they exercised. I'm not sure how many trees were cut down but
although the environmental protesters picketed, and made speeches the city
prevailed.
Just inside the gated
entrance was a grassy area with several benches and low monkey bars that
experienced 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 the runner coming, and I only caught a
glimpse of what appeared to be an unclad golden figure disappearing into the trees
and bushes. "It can't be," I thought, blinking my eyes, sure that
they were playing tricks on me. "That guy was stark naked." I said
softly, a feeling of excitement spreading over me as I stared at the bushes he
had disappeared into.
I hadn't finished warming
up; but, I was so excited by the thought of a naked jogger on the path that I
had difficulty removing my sweats and hiding them in the bush with the water
bottle. I was wearing a jock strap under
my jogging shorts and the breeze created by my running felt good
on my bare torso and legs. The steady rhythmic pounding of my feet on the
mulch-covered path was like a soft drumbeat.
I had the idea that if I increased my normal running tempo by two or
three beats, I would probably overtake the golden vision that was ahead of
me.
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, and the sweatbands on my wrists would control the
moisture flowing down my arms.
My senses had intensified;
and, I heard the soft pounding of feet when he was suddenly on the opposite
side of the track running toward me, his legs and arms pumping in a steady
rhythm. He came around the upper curve, and at first look, he did seem to be
naked until he got closer and I could see he was wearing something like a flesh
colored jockstrap. He was wearing a pouch that covered his cock and balls. It was held in place by a thin strap of the
same material. I was shocked by how gorgeous he was, 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. He was lean but muscular, and the
athletic grace with which he ran showed just how lithe his body was. His
shoulders were not broad and thickly muscled like those of a bodybuilder. His torso had the muscular definition of a
runner or swimmer, forming the classic "V" from the width of his
shoulders to his small waist. He had a hard flat stomach with ripped abdominal
muscles, narrow hips and thick muscled thighs and calves. His almost aquiline
features were framed by a mass of flowing golden hair. He didn't break stride
as he deftly avoided me, smiling, his brilliant blue eyes flashing as he
passed.
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While I was running the
course, I would see him every now and then through the trees, running with the
same steady ground consuming pace, and we would glance at each other as we
passed. 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 a rocky
embankment to the water where other joggers who had the same idea that I did
had rested for a few moments.
I removed my kerchief from
around my head while picking my way down to the stream. Dipping the kerchief
into the cool water, I was wringing out the excess water when I heard a lyrical
voice speak from behind me. "You run very 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 said, stammering at the initial shock of seeing his naked beauty.
"You run well."
He repeated as he adjusted his legs extending the left to reveal a mass of
silky golden hair surrounding the base of his thick uncut cock. It's long flaccid length rested on large hair covered
testicles, and he seemed completely at ease in allowing me to see how
magnificent he was; but, I an almost uncontrollable nervous excitement washed
over me and I felt my cock swelling.
"Thanks," I
replied huskily, the beat of my heart increasing as the floodgates of desire
opened filling my loins with lust. "You do also." I said, fascinated
by the golden beauty of his smoothly muscled body, the wavy thickness of his
golden hair and the mesmerizing blue of his eyes. He had no tan line just smooth
unblemished golden skin, and his breathing was almost imperceptible as if he
had not run at all
"Would you like to
rest with me for a few moments before we run again?" He said in a
seductively lyrical tone, indicating the outcropping he was sitting on with a
wave of his hand.
As if in a trance I walked
to him and sat beside him our hips touching and I felt fire surging through me,
my hard cock aching to be released from the pouch that restrained it.
"Do you always run in
those things you are wearing?" He asked, indicating my shorts as he
continued. "Why don't you remove them and be comfortable? Let the breeze
cool you're body."
Without 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
sea-green 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; and, I can feel the
blood racing through your veins as your heart beats." He said softly.
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. I didn't feel lust
building inside of me just a deep longing need to be with him. 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, to
hold you, to feel life flowing though your veins and muscles. 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 pleasure of
being consumed by his warm soft mouth, my cock throbbing, pre-cum flowing down
its tumescent length, soaking the silky pubic hair surrounding its thick base.
My entire body was on fire
straining ready too exploding from within. The sensual touch of his fingers
generating nerve-numbing shocks, and I was on the
verge of screaming when I heard him say softly.
"Now
my Adonis, my love."
He cooed softly, the hot warmth of his breath flowing over the hardness of my
tensed abdominal muscles. "I will lift you to the heights of ecstasy 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 the silky hair covering my pelvis into
his face. He sucked without movement except for his tongue and throat muscles
massaging, drawing the sperm from deep in my tightening testicle 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 flowing nectar of my nuts decreasing in intensity with each spasm. He
gripped me tight his lips holding me his mouth sucking demanding and drawing
the last drops from the wilting length of my ultra 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. "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 saw the small pouch and strap I had
seen him wearing laying on the ground.
* * * * * * * *
My cock hardened as I
fingered the pouch thinking of Comus and his warm mouth. Could it have been a
dream or a fantasy, and I replaced the fingers of my hand with an imaginary
mouth? I could have cared less as the tempo of my strokes increased, muscles
tightening as my cock exploded gushing streams of hot sticky cum on my chest
and stomach. With one final teeth gnashing surge, I collapsed onto the living
room couch, cum running down my chest into the silky bush surrounding the base
of my wilting cock. I wanted another dream.
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"Dreams are our innermost needs and desires.
Attaining them could be our worst nightmares."
Author Unknown