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Authors name: James Fenimore (slipuvalad@yahoo.com)
Story title : My Jogging Adventure
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My Jogging Adventure (MM, oral)
By James Fenimore (slipuvalad@yahoo.com)
***
In Northern Virginia, we joggers have had a snow and ice
filled winter, so most runs had been cancelled. My name's
Jim, and my most recent run was last October, a 5Ker on a
fairly flat woodland trail. Temperature was about 58
degrees F. There were 17 of us, mostly 20s, 30s and 40s
types, 7 women.
By the way, I'm a 21-year-old guy working in the retail
sector. I've been running 4 miles every other day since
1996. I'm a fit, slim 5'9", and 152.
As is my practice, I started the run near the rear of the
pack, to capture the pace of the group and adjust as we
went along.
As we hit the mile marker, a big guy named Fred caught up
to me and we stuck together and conversed, about this and
that, for most of the miles. He was a bit chunky, 38, I
learned, divorced, and as we swung into the last 1/2K, I
stepped it out and finished in 20.5 minutes. He checked
in at 23+ minutes.
After some water and small talk, Fred asked if I could
linger a few minutes and give him some advice about
jogging and how I went about it. I explained some points
I'd picked up over the years, and I offered to pace with
him to illustrate my techniques.
We loped down the trail we'd just run, and I discussed my
background in running and some personal things about
myself and Fred did the same. About a kilometer along, I
veered off the trail onto a smaller path that wound to
the south of the jogging trail. I picked up the pace a
bit and after a few minutes, Fred suggested we stop to
take a breather.
We halted in a small stand of low maples and poplars and
I leaned against a larger oak. Fred did too and we
continued our small talk. I noticed as I spoke Fred's
eyes locking on mine, and soon he moved closer to me so
that our hips touched.
I twitched slightly as Fred's fingers feathered my bare
thigh as he conversed animatedly. In a few seconds, he
turned to face me as his other hand cupped and squeezed
my behind beneath my blue cotton shorts. Before I could
react, he ran a hand under and up my t-shirt to my
nipple. As he gently tweaked it, together we began to
slide down the trunk until our bottoms touched the leafy
ground.
I felt somewhat nonplussed as Fred began to kiss and suck
my neck while his fingers continued their action,
massaging my nipples and chest and drifting down to my
waistband. By now I felt my cock stir and I pushed a
furtive hand under Fred's t-shirt and massaged his sweaty
back and neck. He moaned, and I did, too.
We eased ourselves onto the ground and within seconds we
had dragged each other's shorts down to our crotches.
Rubbing each other's bellies, we rolled our elastic
waistbands down to our upper thighs. Revealed was my
scant swimmer's jock and Fred's white jockeys, sweat-
soaked, obviously covering his supporter.
Fred rolled me onto my back, and kissed and tongued my
navel and lower chest, until his mouth found one of my
nipples. By now my jock cup was tented with a raging
hard-on and I fitfully jerked Fred's pants down to reveal
his jock strap, which I quickly wrenched down his trunk.
He was a bit flabby in the waist, but his cut cock was
stiffening and in a few seconds it came to attention an
inch or so under his hovering belly. My fingers encircled
his upper cock and his bare glans and squeezed until his
pre-cum glistened at his pee-hole.
Now, Fred, groaning and panting, was nipping my hardening
nipples and lightly stroking my cut 6-and-a-half-incher
and tracing fingers over my tight, shaved balls.
"Whoa!"
Fred eased his body so that his face touched my glans,
and he tugged my thin jock down to my lowered shorts,
and, pulling my shoes off, he finally jerked my lower
garments off me, as I whispered words of passion and
pleasure.
Rising, Fred pulled my t-shirt up and over my head as I
assisted in my stripping. Naked, I fell upon Fred and
pushed his shirt up to bare his large pink nipples and
heaving boobs. I bit his nipples until he squealed, then
moved my lips to his belly, coating the light hair of his
soft abdomen with my spittle and dribbling spit into his
deep bellybutton.
Outweighing me by about 35 pounds, Fred maneuvered me so
that we faced each other, 69 fashion, and he wasted no
time sucking my dripping penis into his mouth.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I began kissing and licking his
thick brown public hair until I could tell he wanted to
be blown without further delay.
I alternately sucked and licked the length of his
circumcised 8-inch peter, and kneaded his large balls,
working him to what I intended to be a frenzy. But my
concentration was unsteady as Fred licked the underside
of my cock until I begged him to put it back into his
mouth. But he teased me some more, and I felt him part my
firm buttocks and slide a finger slowly through my sweaty
sphincter. "Christ!"
As I tightened my lips on his swollen dick, Fred pushed
my cock deep into his throat, applying steady, undulating
pressure to my penis. I could now feel my sweet milk
flowing as I strained to lower and remove his clothes.
Fred pried his shoes off one against the other, and both
of us bent low enough to get his underpants and jock
strap down and off.
Trembling as I resumed mouthing his dick, Fred pushed his
finger deeper into my asshole, found my prostate, and
massaged it until I screamed!
Fred shot abruptly shot off, long, warm strings of semen
flying onto my nose and lips, as he groaned and grunted
through maybe five violent ejaculations! I took his penis
full into my mouth as he finished coming, swallowing
perhaps a tablespoonful of his jism. Salty-sweet!
His softening organ still dripping cum, Fred pushed me
flat on my back again and squeezed my tortured scrotum as
he licked my dick head while hand-jobbing my lower shaft.
Needless to say, I shot with at least as much energy and
bucking as Fred had, crying out his name, and probably
many others as I pushed my cock deeper into his mouth. He
choked a bit, but swallowed all of my load, as he
continued to play with my wet anus and caress and squeeze
my fuzzy cheeks.
After we'd drained each other, we eased onto the ground
and, still gently touching and tapping each other's
organs, we allowed our ecstasy and fulfillment to rise
and abate.
It was my first gay -- or was it bisexual -- event with
an adult. I'd had intimations and stirrings of attraction
to boys since I was about 11, but except for several
mutual blowjobs and shared masturbation, I'd never given
myself and my psyche over to an older guy like Fred,
who's had some advanced gay experiences.
Fred and I have continued our relationship, meeting at
each other's homes once or twice a week to renew and
expand our sexual attraction and compatibility.
We have a 5K slated for March 29 in a state park. We'll
be there, together, and I'm sure the race will not be the
sole highlight of our day.
Obviously, for me jogging has taken on a whole new
meaning.
END
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