A gay story: A First- Never Knew a Run Could Be…
Saturday morning and I woke with my normal morning wood. I rolled over to see if I could interest the wife in fooling around. As usual, her response was, “you know I hate playing around in the morning.”
“Well, I’m beginning to think you never want to play around. I’m going to go for a run.”
I got out out of bed, took a piss and put on my compression shorts, tank top and running shoes, brushed my hair and checked myself out in the mirror. I worked hard to stay in shape and admired myself. I’m six feet tall, 180 pounds with a muscular, lean, swimmers bod. The wife yelled in at me, “Are you wearing those girly spandex shorts of yours? They look so gay. You should wear real shorts.”
“Yes, I’m wearing my compression shorts. I like the way they keep my stuff from bouncing around.” I looked in the mirror again and admired the way they show off the bulge of my stuff and framed my nice ass. I shouldn’t think like that, but admitted to myself that I was proud of how I looked, and didn’t care if any of the ladies in the neighborhood noticed. One last glance at my ass in the mirror and I was out the door.
I love running as it allows me to clear my head and let my mind wander. I was a couple of miles into my 5 mile loop when I saw Bruce up ahead working in his yard. I knew him only well enough to say hello in passing. He, and his partner were a gay couple in their 30’s. He was shirtless, and already sweating in the summer heat. He is about my height and slim and fit, but not as muscular as me. He waved as I approached. Every other time I would have waved, say good morning, and continued to run. But for some reason, I felt the urge to slow and stop. Was it that I admired him, sweat shimmering in the sun? Was it his friendly wave and inviting smile? Was it a curiosity to get to know him and find out about what gay men do? I had always wondered, and figured talk is harmless.
He looked me up and down, with his gaze lingering on my stuff, and spoke, “This is my lucky day, Steve. I’ve always admired what a stud you are when you run by, and have always hoped that you would stop and say hello.” His gaze was shifting back and forty from my eyes to my stuff. I didn’t understand it, but his staring at my cock was having an affect as I felt it stir, starting to come to life.
“I guess it’s about time for me to stop and chat then.” I looked him in the eyes, and then looked down his smooth sweaty chest and stomach. He was hairless below the neck, and I wondered if he shaved his body. My gaze went lower, as he grabbed his cock through his shorts, and squeezed it, making sure I noticed. And I did. It was hard not to notice it’s big outline. I caught myself staring at it when he spoke. I realized I was checking him out like I had never looked at a man before, and I knew he caught me checking him out.
“Steve, a man like you must have a great sex drive. Is that cute wife of yours satisfying your needs?”
Any other time I would have deflected the question, but after the wife’s rejection earlier, for some reason, I answered. “She said no again this morning, or I wouldn’t be out running.” He continued to stroke his hardening cock through his shorts as he looked into my eyes. I felt my cock growing, I’m sure it was becoming very obvious to him in my compression shorts.
He glanced down noticing my buldge and said, “I see you are enjoying this conversation as much as I am.”
Not knowing how to respond, I said “yes, I’ve always been interested in getting to know you and your partner.” I instinctively grabbed my cock through my compression shorts and started rubbing it as we stood there in silence watching each other rubbing our cocks. I was speechless, not knowing what was happening, or where this way going, but was feeling aroused in a way that was new. Was rubbing our cocks like this a gay “hello, I like what I see and I’m interested” ritual that I was unknowingly participating in? Did I just admit to myself I was interested? I hadn’t noticed his partner Rob, coming up behind me. “Bruce, who is your handsome friend? What a hot ass!!”
“This is Steve. He frequently runs by, and today is OUR lucky day. He finally stopped to chat and he just told me his wife is neglecting his sexual needs. I bet we could help him out.”
I looked back and forth between Bruce and Rob and wondered what he meant by “OUR lucky day” and was curious about how he thought they could help me out.
“Bruce, don’t be so forward. You might scare him off before we get a chance to get to know him.”
Rob noticed both Bruce and I had erections, obvious as we both were rubbing them through our shorts. He turned to me. “Steve, would you like to come in and have some ice water, or something stronger? You look like you need some relief…..from this heat. Come on in.” He grinned, looked down at my erection, winked and turned and started for the front door.
Without giving it a thought, I followed him up the walk and in through the door. He was at least 6′ 4″ and built. He was wearing tight cargo shorts that showed off his great ass, with a tank top. His legs were hairy, muscular like tree trunks. His shoulders were broad and muscular, and his arms! I found myself wondering what he looked like naked, and again thought “what the hell is going on? What am I doing? Why am I having these thoughts?” I should have turned and run, but something was pulling me in, maybe it was how he knowingly eyed my cock and winked at me, or because I was horny from not getting any this morning from the wife, or was it Bruce’s smooth, sweaty body and hard cock. Was I getting turned on by his man body? My confusion, or was it my curiosity that was winning, and my cock was fogging my mind. I didn’t know what to expect, but the idea of making a couple of new friends was appealing. So what if they are gay. Or was it because they were gay?
We walked into the kitchen and Rob fixed me a glass of ice water and handed it to me. I took a big swallow and thanked him. He looked into my eyes and stepped forward, took the glass out of my hand, putting it on the counter. Maintaining eye contact, he put one hand behind my head and pulled me towards him for a kiss. I put my hands on his muscular chest and held him back and said “Rob, I’m not gay.”
He kept his hand firmly on the back of my head and gazed deeply into my eyes. “You may not be, and kissing me doesn’t make you gay. Relax, and go with it. Gay or not, we are going to show you what real sexual pleasure is. You are going to love what we do with you. I’ll ask you later if you’ve changed your mind about being gay.” I looked up into his eyes as he pulled me in, and this time I didn’t resist. He kissed my lips and then pushed his tongue into my mouth. I moved my hands up around his neck. It was so different with him taking the leading, dominant role, which I had always done with women. He was exploring my mouth with his tongue and I found myself gently sucking on it. He had one hand on my lower back and he pulled me tight. My cock was hard as a rock and I could also feel his cock growing between us, and it felt huge.