Those endorphins! It’s a wonder they never got me in trouble before. For many years, I had various female running buddies. I really enjoyed their company and I’m sure they felt safer out there on the back country roads with a guy instead of alone.
When you run for a few miles, you start to feel pretty good, a runner’s high. I became more of a flirt. Nothing ever went too far, but I have a great memory of a pretty, female running buddy who was having trouble getting her keys out of the back pocket in the waistband of her running shorts.
“I’ll help,” I kindly offered. I knew it would be easy, but I could make it seem a little more challenging. I pulled open her waistband, and there below, before my eyes was the prettiest little bottom with no panties covering it. Girls who run marathons tend to have very nice butts. I’m not sure if she minded that I saw it.
On to my more recent runny buddy.
Jack was a little shorter, maybe 5’11, and more muscular. I’m built more like a runner.
Jack and I were in the same age group and we high-fived and chatted after a race. I mentioned some great country roads where I like to train and he said he’d check them out.
“I’ll give you a tour. Saturday early okay? Maybe 6?” I said.
“See you there. Thanks for helping me not get lost!”
We began to train more together. Remember those endorphins? We talked about wives and family and other stuff. One time he asked, “So, how’s your love life?”
I thought for a minute and said, “Mostly just me and my right hand these days.” A little risky.
“Same here, buddy. She rarely wants anything from me. I’m getting good at DIY.” Big laugh all around.
I risked putting a toe in the danger zone.
“I’m getting more accustomed to dicks (mine) than pussy anymore! It’s a shame, huh?” I said, after a pause. It could be taken as a joke, giving me an escape if he reacted badly.
He waited a bit, we ran on a bit. “Same here,” he said.
More leaning into the danger zone. “Some look pretty nice. I’m surprised that I sometimes like seeing pictures of them.”
“Yeah, I’ve jacked off looking at pictures of guys’ dicks. I’m pathetic, huh?” Jack said.
“Me too, just not pathetic, as long as I can still beat you to the finish line,” I added a little challenge.
We were really into the danger zone now.
After a faster sprint interval, as we were cooling down, he asked me: “Ever mess with one? A guy’s dick?”
I gave this some thought. How much confession would I make.
“Well, there was a buddy from way back. Both legal age! We sort of became jack-off buddies one summer,” I said slowly.
“Tell me more, if you want. I’d like to hear about it. Maybe I will think about it later on when I’m not getting any at home!” Jack was a comedian now.
“Okay, so I was Mr Big Shot, because, unlike my summer buddy, I had been to 2nd and 3rd base before. I bragged to him about what it is like to feel titties and even to put my finger in a pussy.” I continued telling Jack about it.
“So, he and I had talked about ‘beating our meat’ before. One time we took our dicks out while we sat in complete darkness on a bench outside. After a little bit, I reached over to hold his dick, and he did the same to me. His dick was pretty small, but it was hard as steel. I guess my big-man stories turned him on,” I continued to tell Jack as we jogged along. Jack was pretty quiet, but I think he liked my story so far.
“Go on, man. I’m all ears,” Jack said.
“One time, I remember that we went camping together. We told a lot of stories, what girls we liked at school, how we’d like to fuck them. What a laugh! Our imaginations were wild. Eventually, we were playing blackjack with a deck of cards he brought. We had nothing to bet, though. We just did little ‘challenges’ to each other. ‘Loser takes a lap around the tent! Loser takes a lap with no pants!”
“Sounds like typical dumb guy stuff,” Jack said. “Was there more?”
“Running out of ideas, we tried this: The loser shows the winner his dick. The loser shows the winner his ass.” I was wondering what Jack thought now. I did not tell Jack, but I remember when my tent buddy showed me his ass, I pulled his cheeks open a little. I saw his little asshole there. It might be the first asshole I ever took a long look at.
“I’m not surprised you got to that,” Jack said. “Sounds like fun, though.”
I continued my story. “So then, he said ‘the loser sucks the winner’s dick’. That was a new one. Sure enough, I fucking lost the next hand.”
Jack whistled softly. “So what did you do?”
“I lost. I sucked his dick,” I confessed. “My first and last ever. Nobody else knows this.”
We had a nice training run and I felt okay about the big share.
Weeks went by. Lots of training, some conversation, some beers. Good-time guy stuff, like everyone else.
We decided to sign up for a race that was not local. It was a good venue with good SWAG.
“Honey, Jack and I both signed up for the race in (redacted). It’s a couple of hours drive so we’ll probably carpool and stay over. There’s a reasonable hotel nearby. I just hope he doesn’t snore!” I told my wife.
“Whatever,” she said. “Have fun.”
That’s about all the thought she gave to it. I gave a lot more thought about the ‘whatever’ part.
The day before, Jack and I drove over together. Not much sex talk, but I felt some anticipation. We had a lot of freedom available.
We checked into the hotel. Race day was tomorrow. We did a short training run.
Afterwards, I went in the shower. We were going to clean up and get some food.
The door opened and Jack said something about ‘saving water’ and he joined me. I knew it would come to this. My heart raced.
I got some soap and started washing him all over, no cloth, just my hands. I did not hesitate about where I touched him. I soaped up his nice dick. I took a little extra time there. He turned around and I washed his back. I also reached down with a soapy finger to wash around his asshole. Many times I had washed a girl’s anus like this, but this time, instead of a pussy next door, there was a nice sack.
Jack did the same to me, but being a muscular guy, when he put that finger on my asshole, he lifted a little. I went on my toes.
We rinsed, dried off, dressed, then went out for some food and a beer.
After a nice meal, we returned to the room. Once inside, I said “I’m gonna just get naked,” and I took everything off. So did Jack.
We admired each other for a bit. I stood in front and had him look me over. I turned around for a full view of both sides. He did the same, and I was really turned on by both the showing of myself, and by looking at a man.
We sat around naked, walked around to get a beer every now and then, talked about the race, just hanging out. We were not like ‘lovers’. We were not planning to ‘make out’ or anything like that. It’s just that we both liked looking at each other and occasionally feeling each other up. We exercised a little. I enjoyed seeing his strong shoulders and firm ass while he did some pushups. He held my feet down to help me with some sit-ups. My cock was semi-hard and he mostly looked there. Things started winding down. I wasn’t sure where it would go from there.
“Want to lose at blackjack?” he asked me with a laugh.
“Yeah, we don’t even have to mess with the cards.” I got on my knees in front of him.
The head was wonderful. It was a bit like sucking my thumb, if I had a really big thumb, but I felt the ‘sucking’ sensation and not the ‘being sucked’ sensation. Yes, I really enjoyed my 2nd ever cock. I swallowed his load. His turn was next, and he gave me a top-class blow job. Running buddies with a little extra.
Our race went well, by the way. We’re planning another one.