Men's running club - yellow highlighters

[davekcmo]

Ok, time for a new story. I'm several chapters in, and I'm going to have to take this one more slowly, because I have a lot of real life stuff going on, but I wanted to get some feedback and see what you all thought. Hope you like it.

Best,

Dave

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Chapter 1

It was nearly dawn when I pulled into the parking lot for a public park. There was a gathering of about twenty men standing around all in neon yellow t-shirts. There were tall guys, and short guys; skinny guys and fat guys; and bald guys and some still with hair. This was an over-forty all men’s running club called “the yellow highlighters,” given the organization’s shirt color choice. I had been introduced to them online by a member I was chatting with on Grindr. I was trying to get laid on Friday night, but this guy mentioned that he had this hot group thing the next day that I might be interested in instead. I asked him what he was talking about and he sent me the web address for the group. I decided it might be fun to get out and meat, er, meet a few new guys. I was still nursing a break up of a two-year relationship that had happened the week before and I had spent most of the time since just moping around.

I got out of my car and walked over to a folding table that was set up to register folks. I pulled out my wallet and retrieved a five dollar bill, and handed it to the guy taking attendance. “Thanks,” he said, “can I get your name?” I nodded, “sure, it’s Glen Jacobs. One n.” He smiled, “got you down Glen one n, welcome aboard, I’m Rich.” I smiled, “thanks Rich, glad to be here.” I wasn’t sure that I was. “I have you paired with Roger Moore over there, the bearded guy in the yellow t-shirt!” He laughed at his own joke. I looked at him lost given there were several beards in yellow t-shirts milling about. “Hey Roger,” he yelled over to a guy about ten feet away, who turned. “This is Glen, your running buddy for the day.” I waved, and he waved me over to the group of guys he was standing around. I walked over to his group and stuck out my hand.

“Hi there, I’m Glen, one n.” He smiled and shook my hand. “I’m Roger, no ns,” he replied with a deep sonorous voice. I smiled. It’s a common refrain. “So, what brought you out this morning?” I shrugged my shoulders, “dunno, being single again, needing to do something outside, this group sounded fun.” He nodded, “yeah, we get a few of those that are of the walking wounded, but only a few stick around.” I nodded, “well, I’m trying to figure out the next step in life, so maybe putting on a running shoe will help,” I offered. He nodded again and then turned to the others. “This here’s Glen, this is John, Bob, Rick, and Steve.” I nodded and shook hands around the group. John was tall and lean, several inches taller than me as I looked up at him. Bob was the opposite, a good head shorter than me with a bit of a stomach, but not too overweight. Rick was my height and had a big Santa belly, and Steve was muscular and a little shorter than me with great defined calf muscles.

“Nice to meet all of you,” I said. Steve replied, “you haven’t met all of us yet,” and shook his cock in his shorts. I looked down. It seemed to fill up the shorts nicely and the shake gave an outline to the lump that snaked down the left leg. “Well, the morning is still young, and we have many miles to go,” I replied as I stared at his crotch a little too intensely. I saw the lump lunge outward a bit, as I looked back up at his eyes that were staring back at me. I smiled a little and he returned a little grin himself. Roger cleared his throat. “Steve here puts the ‘fun’ in ‘fun run.’ You’re in the beginner’s group where we are just getting back into the pace of running.” I nodded and said, “that’s just fine, I like a little fun in my run,” I winked over at Steve. He smirked, and Rick rolled his eyes. “Steve flirts again with the new guy,” Rick said.

I looked over at Rick. Yeah, he had a big belly, but he had kind eyes, brown, with a twinkle. He could play Santa with his stature and his zz-top style beard. He had a bald head that he clearly kept shaved. I love rubbing a guy’s bald head, especially when he’s kneeling in front of my pecker swallowing it. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts as I looked down at Rick’s crotch and swore I saw the outline of a thick dickhead. The ridge of his crown clearly on display through sweatshorts. He must of seen me looking because he took his hand and fluffed the fabric which shifted his cock toward the fabric more prominently. All of these guys were teasing me with their cocks I thought. Rick reminded me of a biker dude, and I wondered if he had a Harley in addition to the hog in his shorts.

Roger patted me on the shoulder. “Well, let’s get running I say.” We all started walking over to the walking path about 20 yards from the parking lot. Some of the more advanced runners were already off. Roger said, “we go at a pretty slow pace. The idea is to get the blood flowing to more than our cocks,” he stared at Rick and Steve, “and to work up to about a mile and a half. Feel free to walk or whatever. We are pretty relaxed about things in this part of the team.” I nodded. We all started off. John as the tallest kept back as he was more apt to stride ahead with his long legs. I didn’t get to see him running, but Steve was right in front of me, and I watched his ass cheeks shift left to right to left in front of me, teasing me with their bobbing up and down with every step. Rick was beside me on my right, and Roger on my left, keeping watch over me. Bob trailed behind with John and I didn’t get much of a vibe from him. I suspect that he and John were running buddies too. We jogged along the path through the city park, trees and grass and the occasional patch of flowers.

I was okay for the first 15 minutes or so, and then my side started really hurting. Roger must have noticed because he said, “ no shame in walking, but just breathe through it.” I nodded and kept on jogging at the regular pace, watching Steve’s ass go back and forth to distract me from the pain. We came up to a hill and our pace slowed a bit more as we climbed upward a little at a time. Even John was huffing and puffing a bit behind me, as we reached the top. Roger stopped us and said, “Let’s stretch and take a minute here, we are at the mile mark, and the rest of it is back down hill.” We all stopped and stretched. I bent over and grabbed the back of my knees, and I could feel eyes on my butt behind me. I stood back up and turned around to see John quietly staring at me. I looked him over. He was tall with a grey crew cut. He had steely blue eyes, and a strong jaw. He was skinny, but not anorexic, just trim, with smooth tan skin. I looked over at his crotch and I saw a log in his shorts, easily 5 inches soft shifting from side to side as he was stretching out his hips, or putting on a show for me. It was like a flesh metronome swinging back and forth slowly in the folds of nylon mesh shorty shorts. I bent over toward him to stretch my hamstrings a bit, and as I rose up, the shorts were closer as he had moved in to give me a better view of his cock, still swinging to and fro.

Bob was off in his own world, checking his phone, and I didn’t get much of a chance to check him out. He was nice enough, quiet, and a little nervous, like he was worried about being there. He came over after putting his phone back in his shorts and said hello to me finally. I said hi back. I looked at him more intently. He had curly red hair and green eyes, and freckles on his face, neck and arms. The hottest thing about him was the bright red leg hair on his calves and thighs that offered an orange glow to his skin in the early morning sunlight. I just wanted to lick him from knees to knob.

Roger was next to me but turned around so his back and ass were facing me. I finally had a chance to look him over as he was now talking to Rick and Steve about the path back. He was muscular, with a bit of a belly, but his ass was firm and round. Big and meaty, like he could take a dick and keep on trucking. His legs were very muscular, and I got the sense that there might be a body builder under a layer of fat, which got my cock really stirring. The back of his neck was hairy and so were his triceps and his legs. I imagined that the entire backside of him was fully carpeted, and I could only imagine the tufts in his asscrack and how they might smell after this little fun run of ours. I wasn’t sure what his story was, because he had a ring on his finger, but I did get the vibe that he wasn’t too chaste. Maybe I was just hoping I would get to crawl up into that beefy, hairy ass of his at some point.

“Alright gents, let’s head back to the ranch,” Roger said, as he started back jogging down the path. Steve and Rick followed and I stuck with John and Bob bringing up the rear. John spoke after a while, “I like the view from here,” he said, confessing his love for the other guys’ asses. I nodded, “yeah, it’s quite a buffet for me too.” Bob nodded and we chuckled as we watched the asses in front of us bounce up and down with their footsteps, different sizes and thicknesses all in motion. I didn’t get a cramp on the way back, and the stretching midway helped ease the tightness developing in my shins. I hadn’t been that active in the last year because I was too busy with dating Dan and work to get to the gym. I had about 30 pounds of ‘used to be boyfriend’ weight that I could stand to lose, and maybe more. But as I looked at Rick I thought, well, I’m thinner than he is. Not as in shape as Steve, or as thin as John, but I am okay, certainly fitting into this group of rag tag misfits.

Roger and I were in a good rhythm as the others sort of paired up as well and stayed together but in sets of two about ten feet apart. “How’s the side?” Roger finally asked me. I nodded, “good, it seemed to go away after a bit. I’m just rusty.” He nodded, “yeah, usually we have a few drop at this point in the run, especially if it’s their first time.” He looked me over real good and said, “you seem to be doing just fine,” and he leaned on the word fine. I nodded and said, “thanks, I did run track in school. But that was a while ago.” He laughed, “yeah, many of us did as well, but it’s now in the rear view mirror.” I laughed as we huffed and puffed along back to the starting line. We came around the bed and there were other yellow t-shirts joining from other directions and some already done and chatting at the parking lot. Roger said, “we normally go to breakfast after the run if you want to join us.” I nodded and said, “sure, would give me a chance to talk to everyone a bit more.” Roger nodded and we fell back into a rhythm of footsteps in silence as we approached the end of our ‘fun’ run.

We crossed a line drawn in the dirt and we were done. We each stopped running and did a little walking in circles and stretching, like we had just finished a marathon. For some it was akin to a marathon, and really it was hard for me, so I didn’t belittle the accomplishment. Rich greeted me and asked if I was going to breakfast. I nodded and he made a tally mark in his notebook as he was getting a headcount. Steve came over and sidled up close to me and said, “so you coming,” and winked at me. I smiled back and said, “not yet, but if you pull on it a bit I might.” He laughed, “to breakfast silly,” I nodded, and then he said, “but about that pulling, why don’t you come up and see me some time,” ala Mae West. I tipped an invisible cowboy hat and said, “don’t mind if I do sometime there little partner.” He laughed and said, “it’s not so little.” I smirked and whispered back, “I already noticed. But calling you big partner might raise an eyebrow.” He shrugged and said, “they’re just jealous,” and sauntered off to his car exaggerating the motion of his hips while he flexxed his ass muscles. I think he was hoping I would notice. And I did.

Roger came over and touched me on the shoulder. “Hey, uh, the group meets for breakfast over at O’Leary’s if you are interested in joining?” I nodded and turned to him. He kept his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, that sounds great, it would be nice to chat without huffing and puffing along the trail.” I smiled and he smiled back. “Great, see you there. You know where you are going?” I nodded. “Yeah, and I have Waze to direct me,” as I held my phone up. He squeezed and then patted my shoulder and said, “well good, we’ll save you a seat.” I waved and walked over to my car. I debated on shimmying my ass as I walked but I was tired enough not to want to give a show. I really wanted to sit a minute and catch my breath.

I started the car and headed out, but there were four cars in front of me all trying to turn onto the street so I was just another car idling and waiting my turn. I reflected on the yellow shirts. It was a nice group of guys. Nobody was a model, but obviously some handsome gents there, and certainly a few that made my cock take notice. The best part of the morning was that I was able to be distracted from the events of the previous week, all the drama about the breakup and then the feeling of being completely withdrawn. The relationship wasn’t always great, but there was a constancy there, like coming home and an old chair in the living room you stub your toe on. You get rid of the chair, but the carpet still has the outline of the feet and the square of where the chair sat seems to be a different color. It’s the hole that’s left that tells you the shape of what it once was. And for about two hours this morning, the hole wasn’t noticed. It’s like I moved a table over the chair spot.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 2

I arrived at O’Leary’s and the parking lot was starting to fill up. I had to walk a block or so to get to the restaurant and there was a sea of yellow around me as I opened the door.. Evidently this was the runner’s spot on Saturday mornings as there were only a few non-yellow folks seated. Roger waved me over to a table which my running compatriots had already snagged. The guys were seated around a booth in the corner with a half moon bench of seats and a few chairs around the other side to complete the circumference. There was a chair open for me, but the booth was full. I was a little bummed because the booth would have all the undertable hand action I thought. I sat down.

Roger was across from me in the center of the booth. John on his left smiled at me, and I nodded back. Steve was on Roger’s right, and next to him was one of the few non-yellow shirted men in the place. On the other side of John was Rick taking up the rest of the bench, and Bob was next to me on my right. I turned to the non-yellow shirted guy and said, “Hi, I’m Glen, one n.” He nodded and said, “hi, I’m Chip, Steve’s better half.” I smiled and said, “nice to meet you,” waiting for Steve’s line about not having really met yet, but he was conspicuously silent. Chip nodded and said, “likewise,” and returned to looking at his menu. Steve smiled and looked over at Chip as if to say, just flirting. I took a breath and gave a nod in assent. John watched the non-verbal exchange and cleared his throat.
“I recommend the full English,” John said to me. I smiled and said, “thanks, the menu seems a little daunting.” Rick said, “get the extra hash browns, it’s worth it.” I nodded and thought so is your cock. I was feeling horny after the exercise and all the male attention. I turned to Bob and asked, “so how long have you been running with the group?” Bob looked up from his menu and paused for a minute. “I guess about two years now. I needed to get out of the house and my partner was already running. He’s over there, Pete,” and pointed to a tall black guy with his back to us at another table. “You don’t sit together,” I asked.

Bob shook his head no and said, “after 10 years of being together, you need the occasional conversation with outsiders. You can get a little bit too bunker minded if you stay chained to the hip. Besides, the runners here are a little clannish about their groups. We are the slow pokes of the group, but Pete is running with the 10k-ers. They are working on a couple of races later this Spring. The folks over at the far table are the marathoners. They are uber-competitive and very exclusive.” I nodded, “is everyone gay here,” I asked. Roger shook his head no and said, “not everyone, but alot of us. There are a few straight guys we welcome, because they want to get out of the house and their wives are happy to have them out of the house as well. The more serious runners over that way are in more mixed teams,” he said with air quotes.

Roger said, “so what about you? Why did you decide to join us this morning?” I nodded and thought, well here we go. “I was in a relationship with a guy, Dan, for a couple of years, and he told me earlier this week he was done. That was it, no real explanation, just pulling up chocks. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just agreed and he left. I gave myself a day to recover and then was chatting online with a guy who is here somewhere, and he mentioned the group. I decided that I needed to get out of the house, just because Dan was still everywhere in the corners. I keep reliving the conversations, and the lack of conversations, and I can see him standing at the sink, or expecting him to be next to me in bed. It’s still very fresh I guess. So, I needed to shake my routine up.” I took a deep breath. That was the most I had said about the previous few days to anyone.

Roger spoke after a few seconds of silence. “Well, we’re glad to have you. Given your abilities, we may not have you for long. I suspect the 10k-ers will want to take you for their team, but we are always happy to have you here.” I nodded and smiled. “Thanks, that’s nice to hear. I’m not sure what my goals are, I just got here a second ago, and so much of my life is up in the air, I don’t know what I’ll do exactly.” I took another breath. More disclosure in front of strangers. It was beginning to feel like therapy. Roger nodded. “Well it can happen fast, the groups sort of organically form and people find their way.” I nodded. I looked over at John. “So, how long have you been running with the group,” I asked. John took a breath and said, “well about eight months. My partner died about a year ago, and I needed to return to the land of the living.” I nodded and dropped my smile. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I offered. He shrugged, “thanks, it was a surprise and then it wasn’t. I’m not ready for a relationship again, and the group gives me a sense of belonging and it’s enough for now.” I nodded, and John looked back down at his menu.

Chip turned to me and asked, “so has Steve propositioned you yet?” I looked at him askance and said, “what do you mean?” Chip laughed. He said, “oh Steve does that to all the new boys, shakes his cock at them and then disappoints them when I show up. Sometimes I wear my short shorts to remind Steve what he has to come home to.” He flashed an evil grin towards Steve. Steve looked at me and turned a little red. I smiled and said back to Chip, “Steve was a gentleman this morning. I was happy to have everyone here befriend me. It’s very daunting coming to a new group and trying to fit in.” I looked around and said, “thanks, it is nice to feel so welcome.” I held up my glass of water. The others joined me and we toasted. “Here, here, welcome aboard,” Roger said, leading the pack.

The waitress arrived to fill up coffee and take orders breaking up our little celebration. We settled into more mundane conversations about the week, and the weather. It was late February and soon the flowers would be blooming again, and pollen would be an issue for some of us. It was fading into a general lull of movies, and places to eat. I looked around and thought, this feels good, I would come back. I didn’t get a vibe off of anyone that said, “fuck me,” but I did get a lot of “we could go to dinner and hang.” Maybe that would be enough for now. I wasn’t sure I wanted to get naked as much as I wanted to put Dan in the past. My mind flashed to Dan’s ass in jeans, and how warm it felt when my hand cupped him there.

Our food arrived and we began to chow down. The conversation already lilting along, slowed as we focused on eggs and oatmeal. We finished up and continued to chat mindlessly about the next week, travel plans, and the upcoming St. Patrick’s Day fun run and bar crawl. After the plates were cleared, Pete came over and stood behind Bob. I looked over and saw a cock dangling in silky shorts, easily 6 inches soft. Pete put his hands on Bob’s shoulders and said, “you ready to go?” Bob nodded and said, “just have to pay.” Pete said, “I already got it, we need to get back and get ready for the christening.” Bob put his napkin on his plate and stood up. “Sorry guys, Pete’s niece is getting the water today at Church. We have to jet.” We waved as they turned and I looked at the contrast between Bob’s ruddy almost orange skin and Pete’s chocolate brown. That would be a great porn video to watch I thought. Phew.

I guess I was staring a little too intently because Roger said, “they are not open, but they throw a mean Cinco de Mayo party.” I nodded and returned my gaze back to the table. I guess I was trying to get a feel for the group. Or maybe cop a feel, if the opportunity arose. John and Rick were stretching to get their wallets out. Roger turned to me, “we pay at the front door.” I nodded and got out my wallet and put a few ones on the table for tip. We all got up at the same time and I got a good look at Chip. Steve was a lucky man. He was young, and slender, with blondish hair that fanned across his forehead in a casual but sexy way. He turned around and I got a view of his ass that was perfectly round and tight. Steve winked at me staring and whispered, “it’s even better without clothes on.” I chuckled at him and nodded. “I bet,” I whispered back. Steve leaned over and whispered even more softly, “we are open, in case you are wondering.” I shrugged my shoulders and made a face that said, “whatever could you mean by that.”

We walked toward the cash register, and paid our bills. Roger put his hand on my shoulder and leaned over. “We are glad you decided to join us. Hope you make it back.” I nodded and said, “thanks, I think I will.” I put an arm around him and leaned in. His hand slid to my back and he pulled me into a side hug. I wasn’t getting hard, but it did feel comfortable, perhaps the first touch I had gotten since Dan had left. I don’t remember the last time Dan had hugged me. It had been a while. Roger pulled away and John stuck out his hand. I shook it, the most formal of my interactions with the group. Rick was standing off to the side, and I looked over at the cockhead, still prominent in his sweatpants. I threw caution to the wind and gave him a hug. He paused for a second, and then I felt his hands wrap around my middle. As I pulled away, his hand grazed my ass. I pressed back into him as if to give him permission to stay there. He rubbed his thumb along my crack and I grazed that cock with my hand as I pulled away from him. He smiled at me and I winked at him. That cock was now starting to jut out from the sweats fabric. We turned and everyone walked back to their cars.

Steve and Chip were in front of me talking a mile a minute about everything they had to do that afternoon. The asses in front of me were swaying in rhythm and I was pleased to find out they had parked over near me so I got an extra bit of show as I followed them over to the next block. As I got to my car and they got to theirs, the guys turned around and waved at me, and I waved back. Steve turned back and pulled down his shorts, revealing a pale white smooth buttcheek, and then pulled them up. “Just a tease for now,” he yelled over to me. I waved back again and got into my car, not returning the favor. I just shook my head and thought, “he’s a handful.” But, I also thought, Chip is more than capable of handing that handful. I wondered what kinds of parties they might throw, and whether I might be able to snag an invitation.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 3

I got home from the restaurant and headed to the shower. The warm water felt great especially after running (well, jogging to be honest) a couple of miles. I was soaping up and playing with my dick thinking about all the guys and how each in their own way had something special to offer. I looked down at my hard on and wondered what I had to offer. It was an okay dick, not huge like Pete’s or thick like Rick’s, but I did ok. I was still looking decent if a little pudgy in the middle, but I had a good smile, and when my hair was cut and combed, I looked very presentable. I was trying to jack off but I wasn’t into it. I think the fatigue, and the breakfast, and frankly the drama with Dan’s abrupt departure was taking the lead out of the pencil. My cock was just half hard leaning to the left, and I gave up and put some shampoo on my hair and closed my eyes to rinse off.

After the shower I sat at my desk for a while looking at emails but not reading them. I hadn’t told any of my friends about Dan, and really other than at breakfast hadn’t spoken about it either. I didn’t know what to say about it to my friends, our friends, or family. Just felt a little embarrassed, rejected I guess. I don’t know what really happened. He was there and then he wasn’t. He chose to leave. I didn’t really choose. I wasn’t ready to relive the relationship and find all the fault lines where it could have all gone wrong. I took a sip of coffee and exhaled. I needed to get up and move. I had already exercised, so I pulled up the phone and looked for a Grindr distraction. But even that felt a little off. I didn’t want to get my dick sucked, but rather, just curl up for a while. I got up and headed for the couch. I turned on the TV and found an older space movie on, and pulled a blanket over me, and drifted off to sleep.

In my dream I was in a hot tub with some of the guys from this morning, Chip and Steve, Bob and Pete, and Rick, with his beard floating on the surface of the water. I felt a hand rub my leg, and I took my hand and wrapped it around Steve’s cock, or what I imagined it to be. It was already hard and about 8” long. I reached down and stroked his ball sack with my thumb, and his hips moved from side to side. I lifted up a ball, and slid my finger under it to press into his taint. He closed his eyes and arched his back as I continued to push inward. About that time I had Chip’s ass in my face at eye level as he stood up in front of me. I leaned forward and licked the crack between his cheeks and he jutted his hips back and opened his cheeks to me. I leaned in again further and found a thin line of curly hair deeper in the crack heading to his hole. I was about to stick my tongue in further to tickle my nose with the hairs, when the phone rang and woke me up from my dream.

I rolled over startled with a raging hard on from the dream and I picked up the phone. I didn’t recognize the number so I sat up and answered it tentatively. “Uh, hello?” I started. “Hi there, one n, this is Roger. You know, from the highlighters.” I nodded and rubbed my eyes as I roused myself from the couch. “Oh, hi, yeah, I know. What’s up?” I asked as I stood up and pulled the blanket to the other couch cushion. “A couple of the guys were going to grab pizza tonight and undo all the good we did this morning, if you’d like to join us?” he invited. I stopped for a minute and thought, what I want to do is get back to the dream and my nose in Chip’s asscrack. I exhaled and said, “you know what, sure. That’d be great. I need to get out of the house anyway.” Roger replied, “that’s the spirit. We’re going to the Pizza Palace, over near the park. You know where I mean?” I nodded even though it was a phone, “yeah, I know it. The one with the red awning?” I asked. He said, “Yep, that’s it. We’ll meet about 6.” I replied, “sounds good, see you there.” He ended with, “great, ok, well, see you this evening, bye.” And he hung up. I sat down my phone, folded the blanket and put it over the back of the couch, and then turned off the TV.

I stretched a bit twisting from side to side, and then I adjusted my half hard cock back into my boxers. It had escaped during the dream and with the phone call I hadn’t had a chance to reposition. I headed into my bedroom and looked around. There were still some clothes of Dan’s in the closet, and I decided to move those to the spare bedroom for now. I’d set them on fire later perhaps. To be honest, I wasn’t that mad at him, I didn’t really feel anything, except blind sided. I pulled the hangers and carted them in about four loads down the hallway. After that I went through a few of the drawers in “our” bedroom and moved a few other things to the top of the other bed for now. Again, kindling for later, but really the last embers of the past. I sighed as I finished the “de-Danning” of the room.

There was a picture of us on the bedside table that was taken on a hiking trip, the pinnacle of our butchness, with the Rockies in the background. It was like an ad for the Marlboro man. Us in our flannels and jeans, backpacks to our sides. It was our first and really last vacation trip together. I remember being so in love. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. There would be whole Saturdays spent in bed, naked, only getting up for coffee and to go pee. Maybe a snack between fuckings. He was four or so inches shorter than me, (I guess he still is), but he would fit perfectly in the nook of my shoulder as he slept with an arm over me and mine around him. Our breathing would sync in rhythm as we fell asleep. I remember sleeping more soundly with him.

I put the picture on the other bed with the stuff from the drawers and I closed the door behind me. I took a deep breath and said out loud, “Enough.” I grabbed his mail and found a box in the office to put all of his stuff together. I headed back to the spare bedroom and staged the Dan stuff to pick up area and let it be. I went back to “my” bedroom now, and looked in the closet and found a couple of pairs of his shoes. I pulled them out and also found a suit of his. I gathered up these things and put them with the others of Dan’s. Then I shut the door again and left it closed this time. I felt a little lighter. As if the outline of the chair was fading as time was passing by.

I got to the restaurant about ten minutes early, and didn’t see anyone. I headed to the bar area and got a diet coke. It was quiet for a Saturday evening, but I got the sense it would be busy in a couple of hours. Roger showed up about five minutes later and said, “oh, you are an early one.” I shrugged, “yeah, I was bored at the house so I figured I’d better just head on out.” He motioned to the corner and said, “let’s grab a table for the others.” I nodded and stood up. I followed him over and we took a booth over near the corner. “Who else is coming?” I asked. He said, “well, Steve and Chip maybe, and Rick and John. Bob and Pete had other plans.” I nodded. Roger continued, “Bob’s a CPA and we are getting into tax season, so his spare time is at a premium for a couple of months. At least until June.” I turned to Roger, “you seem to be the den leader of this cub scout troop. How did that start?” He chuckled, “yeah, I suppose I am.”

He sat back a second and then said, “well, it’s been about ten years or so I guess. The founder of the highlighters was a guy named Jerry. Jerry and Rich, the guy that checked you in this morning, were partners, and decided getting a group together would be good for the community. Jerry and I were in AA together and the group needed something to do that wasn’t sitting around and talking about it. So, he thought about a running club to get us off our butts and moving. As I got involved, I realized that we needed to have an onramp for folks, and I started to host the first timers and the stragglers. If you notice, most of us are not what you’d call in athletic shape.” He chuckled, and I smiled. “So, I started the fun run contingent, while Jerry focused on getting a team together to run races, 10ks and marathons and the like. I was ok with the fun runners, and I would find a 1k or a turkey trot for some of the folks to run in. I guess my mission is to help people find their way.” I nodded.

“Den leader, I guess?” I asked. He shrugged, “yeah, and sometimes just an ear. People join us for all kinds of reasons. Some stay with the fun runners, and some move on to the racers.” I nodded. “Do you think I’m a racer,” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah, I think you will eventually be a marathoner given your build and what I saw you do this morning. You just need to get into a training habit.” I scoffed. “Marathons? Geez, that’s daunting.” Roger shook his head, “you’d be surprised. Everyone has a different destiny with the group.” He sipped his diet coke, and we were silent for a minute.

John appeared at the table, and I was momentarily startled. “Oh hi,” I said. He said, “good evening,” and sat down next to me. I smiled, “how’s it going?” He said, “fine just fine. I haven’t been here in a long while.” I nodded, “me neither. I forget it is here, and the pizza is amazing.” He nodded. “Yeah, I don’t often eat pizza, but when I do…” he smiled at his own half joke. I smiled back. He seemed a little down. Roger broke the tension and asked, “so, how’s the old jalopy going?” John chuckled. “It is slow going.” John turned to me, “I bought an old Chevy a couple of months back, with the goal of restoring her. But, finding parts has been harder than I thought, even with ebay and some collector websites. It was supposed to be a fun distraction, but it is becoming a pain in the ass. And not the good kind.” He winked at me. “More like the without lube kind.” I laughed at his joke. Roger piped up, “maybe you just to spit on it a little then,” and flashed his own grin. John laughed, “if I thought it would work, I would do a whole “hawk-tua” thing on it.” We all laughed.

Rick showed up soon after with a harley t-shirt on and jeans, hiding that thick kielbasa he had on display this morning. It made my mouth water then, and now, I had to just imagine the shape all curled up under the zipper. He took the seat next to me, and got a beer. I looked over at Roger who shrugged and then asked, “Rick, so where’s that cute stud of a husband of yours?” Rick shrugged and said, “your guess is as good as mine. He had a work trip so he left this afternoon. I imagine he’s still in the air. At least his legs are maybe?” I looked over and he just laughed. “I’m kidding, he is a good guy. He likes the bears though, and I know there’s a good leather bar where he’s heading. As long as he comes home occasionally I’m good with whatever.” I nodded. “What about you,” I asked. He looked at me, “you offering?” I shrugged, “no, just curious I suppose.” He laughed. “My whoring days are over young man. I’m happy to get a little every once in a while, but really a good meal and a good night’s sleep are much hotter now than a good roll in the hay.”

“Did someone say roll in the hay,” Chip asked as he and Steve walked up to the table. Rick laughed, “if I rolled you in the hay, you’d snap in two.” Rick stood up and gave Chip a big hug. Chip smiled and said, “I’d have to just straddle and ride you like a bronco.” Steve put his hand on Chip’s lower back and said softly, “settle down there pardner, we are a long way from the ranch house.” They both sat down, and Steve smiled at me. “Hi there one ‘n’ I didn’t know you’d be here.” I nodded, “so, one ‘n’ huh?” Steve laughed, “yeah, it’s your new nickname. Better than fresh meat I suppose?” I shook my head no. “I haven’t been fresh meat in a long while.” John turned to me and said, “well, in this supermarket, you are clearly the special tonight.” I smiled and fake blushed. “You flatter me,” I said to him. He smiled and said, “you deserve to be flattered.” The table fell silent, as the realization that John was flirting with someone seemed to be out of character. “You joining the land of the living again, Mr. Corrigan?” John shrugged, “I know what I like.” I smiled and gave him a nod, “thanks,” and I then looked down. I wasn’t sure I was ready to join the land of the living. I was happier with the fantasy of Chip’s ass and Steve’s dick from my dream this afternoon.

Roger flagged the waitress over and said, “I think we are about ready to order.” We split three pizzas amongst us, and after a couple of hours, we finished up and paid the bill. As I got up to leave, John followed me. “Hey, uh, I didn’t mean to throw you off balance with my comment,” he said. I shook my head no, “no, you didn’t. I am still really fresh off the last relationship though, so I’m not ready to get back on the horse yet. And I’ve seen your saddle. I am really not ready to riding that for a while.” He chuckled. “Yeah, many want to, but few really can. That’s ok, I can wait.” I smiled at him. He had sweet eyes and a gentle spirit. “Look, you are great. But, don’t wait for me, just hang with me, and if something else happens great, but if something else finds you, don’t push it away to wait for me. I’m going to be on the bench for a while.” He nodded. “I get it, you looking for a younger guy.” I shook my head no. “No, it’s not that, I’m not looking for anyone right now. I’m just trying to let all the dust settle from the last disaster.” He nodded, and a tear fell down his cheek. “I’m familiar with disasters.”

I gave him a hug and he started to bawl. It was disconcerting at first, but I just stood there and held him. “Hey, hey, it’s going to be ok,” I said. I didn’t know if it would be, but I was not often in the role of comforter. “You are a great guy, and you are doing exactly what you should. Getting back out there, and turning over rocks. You won’t know who is out there until you ask. But, you are going to get some nos and some yeses. Right now for me, it’s a no, but it’s about me and where I am, not about you at all.” He nodded into my shoulder and pulled back. He wiped his cheek and said, “thanks, you are alright. I need to head home.” I pulled him back to me, and said, “I do mean it. You are great. Just keep trying, you’ll meet someone new.” I hugged him again and I felt him exhale and relax in my arms. When he pulled back the second time, he seemed calmer. “Thanks, have a good night.” And he walked back to his car. I was worried about him, and so I texted Roger and said, “you may want to check on John.” He replied with a thumbs up. I set the phone down and started the car. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

 

[davekcmo]

Ok, so a couple of chapters in, what do you think? It's a different vibe than other stories I have written for here.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning thinking about John. I wondered if I had made the right decision to turn him down. Cock not withstanding, I wasn’t sure I was emotionally ready for him, if not physically. I needed to be able to walk this coming week, and that man-sausage would have left me bowlegged I think. But more than walking funny, I think if we had fucked, I would have been left feeling funny too. There’s a strange sort of dependence that can happen when someone is fragile and trying to get back on their feet. It’s like you have to have one person that is strong enough to stand with the other. Neither of us were strong enough to stand, and I thought, emotionally, we were a bad house of cards waiting for someone to bump the table.

But I sprung out of bed with lots of energy though, the first time in a few days. Even before Dan left we had settled into a routine, and things were not buoyant, merely adequate, and I didn’t bound out of bed even when he was here. I put on some sweats and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. As I descended the stairs, the running muscles I had taxed yesterday were now aching from use. I set up the coffee pot and stretched in the kitchen while it brewed. I thought about yesterday and what a breath of fresh air it had been to just hang with some guys and not feel rejected. In fact, I was the fresh meat. Which I was serious about, I hadn’t been that in forever! As the coffee pot made its last gurgling noises I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured myself a cup.

I felt like I could do anything this morning. It was a great feeling. I put the cup down and did some stretches for my legs. Everything was tight from yesterday. I needed to really stretch, and I thought, hm, I wonder if there is a yoga class near by. I took my cup and headed to my computer to look for one. It had been months, and really it was Dan’s idea to go to yoga. I went a few times but I just found it boring. He would be frustrated with me and finally told me that I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to. And with that, I stopped going. I figured he still was going to that studio, so I needed to find another one. As I searched online, I found one that was across town, and I thought this might work. I called and asked if they had a session this afternoon and they said, sure, we have a deal for new yogis. I said, great, I’ll see you this afternoon.

I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I undressed my cock was already half hard, thinking about John’s cock and the missed opportunity. I got in and soaped up, and started jacking off in earnest. My cock got hard, angling up in my hand with the suds around it. The warm water felt nice on my leg muscles and my cock continued to stiffen as I pulled on the shaft. I took a finger and teased my own butthole, as I continued to slide my fist back and forth from the head down to the pubes. My butthole was grabbing my fingernail beckoning me inward, as I continued to jack, the water from the shower hitting my back and running past my other hand. I shoved my finger in further and thought about RIck’s thick cockhead, and how big that might get, his big belly and what I imagine his nipples were like.

Then John’s cock, and how thick and long it was in his shorts. I shoved my finger further into my ass, and sped up my jacking. I was now pumping my cock faster and faster, the slapping of my fist and the water and soap making a rhythmic sound with the shower. I was getting close to coming and my mind flashed back to Chip’s ass in my face. I resumed that fantasy with my tongue in his buttcrack, heading to his hairy hole, and I was sticking my tongue out in the shower to mimic the motion in real time. I was pushing my finger in and out of my own hole, and jacking my cock furiously. I felt the orgasm start from the soles of my feet, and my legs started quaking. I let out a yell, like a primal roar, and I felt my balls pull in and the cum leap out of my cockhead. I was shaking, screaming, and pounding my cock and fingering my asshole all at the same time.

After shooting about ten ropes of cum, I let go of my cock and put my hands on the shower wall. I was breathing heavy and seeing stars. It was the most explosive orgasm I had had in probably years. I grabbed the soap and washed off my hands from the cum and ass respectively and then I cleaned off the cum dripping down the wall facing me. I took several deep breaths as I returned to planet earth and then just started laughing out loud for no reason. I felt so much better at that moment; it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted. Dan who? I thought. I am going to be fine, I realized. I was going to need to get laid eventually, but for now, I was feeling better than I had for the past month.

I got dressed in my “going out of the house” sweats and headed to the yoga studio. There were twenty or so folks getting set up with their mats, blocks, straps, and blankets. I had to borrow all the accoutrement, because I had been a one timer, and god knows where Dan put the remnants of my failed start. I set up behind a woman and her boyfriend. The guy was a body builder and had a v-back and an ass that could crack a walnut. It could definitely crack my nut I thought. At that moment, he turned around and stared at me, as if he had read my mind. I smiled and nodded at him. He stepped back and nodded, turning around. I avoided leering at his ass again until we were well into a triangle pose that would more easily allow for it.

As we finished up and laid down for shavasana, I felt the stress leaving my body. I was half asleep when the teacher turned the music up and turned the lights back on. I really needed the stretching and I walked out feeling better and better. Even the body builder smiled at me as we put our blocks back into the shelves at the back of the studio. I smiled back and he nodded and we walked back to get our stuff, him to his girlfriend and me to my shoes. I headed back to my car and drove back home. I had the music on and had not a care in the world. As I turned into my driveway, I had an ominous feeling. I wasn’t sure what it was. It was like that point in the ghost story where eerie stuff was beginning to occur.

I opened my front door, and Dan was sitting on the couch. I was taken aback, but I gathered myself in the same second and simply said, “oh, hello.” I really needed to change the locks on the doors evidently. He looked over at me and stood up. “I have some of your things in the spare bedroom,” I said to him. He said, “oh, ok, great. I didn’t know if you were going to be back.” I thought about it, it’s my house, of course I’ll be back. “Yeah, I decided to try out a yoga class,” I said. He looked at me surprised, “oh really, I didn’t think you liked it.” I shrugged. “People change,” I said. He nodded. “I guess,” he mused. “Is there anything else you need other than your stuff?” I asked. He shook his head no. “Are you doing ok,” he asked finally. I stopped for a minute and then turned to him and said, “yeah, I’m doing alright. The first couple of days were hard but I had a good weekend I guess.” I went into the kitchen and got a bottle of water from the fridge.

I walked back into the living room and said, “are you going to be long, I have a date tonight.” He looked at me incredulously and said, “so soon?” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “evidently I am fresh meat again. Who knew?” He seemed surprised, and then said, “oh ok, let me get my stuff and I’ll get out of your hair.” He wandered up the stairs to the spare bedroom. I felt a little guilty about the white lie, but I guess I wanted him to realize he had walked away from something that others might still want. I thought about the bodybuilder at the yoga studio and thought that would be an ideal rebound fuck for me. No strings, well, maybe on a g-string, ha! Just physical raw animal passion. That’s what I wanted. And with all the physical movement this weekend, I was getting hornier by the minute. I had to avert my eyes as Dan walked up the stairs. That ass could still do it for me, even after the bastard had broken my heart.

He came down stairs with his clothes in one hand and the box of his stuff in the other. I met him at the door to open it since his hands were full and he said quietly, “thank you.” I nodded and closed the door behind him. I didn’t hear him come back so I guess he got it all in one trip. I finished my water and then sat back down on the couch. It was so weird for that to be our first encounter since. Since the big good bye. I was taken aback at how casual and cordial it had been. Maybe that had been the issue, there was no fight, no passion, no animal rip your clothes off in our love life, at least for a while. A year or more? It was fine. Just fine. Pleasant. Easy. Comfortable. But not life and death. Not en fuego. Just safe.

I had the odd urge to call Roger. I didn’t, but it was sort of the role he had defined, the den leader. I didn’t really need him, but I wanted to let him know I was ok. I had seen Dan, and it had been fine. It was going to be fine. I was going to be fine. I thought about what he had said about me becoming a marathoner. I wasn’t so sure. That seemed to be so out of reach. But, a journey of twenty six miles begins with one step they say? I looked over at my running shoes by the door. I would need new ones eventually. I wasn’t sure I was ready to sign up for “training,” but I was surprised how much better I was doing on Sunday evening than how I was doing just Friday evening before. I was really doing fine. Was it the highlighters? Maybe, but it was also the reset I had made, from focusing on the life before to focusing on a new life I could make.

I threw the empty bottle in the trash and sat in front of the computer. I looked at some running shoes online, and then I got a text message from the yoga teacher. She had a Wednesday evening session that I might enjoy that was for muscle conditioning. I thought about the body builder and replied, sure, I’d be interested in that. I made a note in my calendar and added the next Saturday run with the highlighters too. I also started looking at local gyms. I decided that would be a project for later; I just needed to focus on one thing at a time. But, the more I moved the better I felt. So if I moved a whole lot, I pondered, I’d probably just be really sore! But, I started thinking about what I might need as a marathoner. Certainly some new shoes eventually. But it was starting to be a little more possible than I had thought.

Roger texted me later that evening. “Glad you mentioned John. He and I had breakfast this morning.” I replied, “good how is he doing?” Roger replied back, “he’s doing ok. Being a widower is tough, and he is still new at it. I told him it takes years to recover.” I paused a minute. “I was worried about him last night. He seemed a little shaky.” Roger replied, “yeah, he was. But in a way, he was also stronger. He was able to feel something, and that’s often the first step away from grief. You were a good person, Glen with one n. He appreciated your kindness. I did too.” I didn’t know what to say in response. I responded with a heart to his last comment. I felt okay about things with the fun runners. Now about Chip’s ass… I still had that on my bucket list to do. I wondered how open Steve and Chip were in fact. But for the moment, I was feeling pretty good. I also realized that when I was ready to get back into the dating game, the current crop of fun runners were likely not going to be a good pool to jump into. However, that was for another day. I had meant what I had said to John, I wasn’t ready yet.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning thinking about John. I wondered if I had made the right decision to turn him down. Cock not withstanding, I wasn’t sure I was emotionally ready for him, if not physically. I needed to be able to walk this coming week, and that man-sausage would have left me bowlegged I think. But more than walking funny, I think if we had fucked, I would have been left feeling funny too. There’s a strange sort of dependence that can happen when someone is fragile and trying to get back on their feet. It’s like you have to have one person that is strong enough to stand with the other. Neither of us were strong enough to stand, and I thought, emotionally, we were a bad house of cards waiting for someone to bump the table.

But I sprung out of bed with lots of energy though, the first time in a few days. Even before Dan left we had settled into a routine, and things were not buoyant, merely adequate, and I didn’t bound out of bed even when he was here. I put on some sweats and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. As I descended the stairs, the running muscles I had taxed yesterday were now aching from use. I set up the coffee pot and stretched in the kitchen while it brewed. I thought about yesterday and what a breath of fresh air it had been to just hang with some guys and not feel rejected. In fact, I was the fresh meat. Which I was serious about, I hadn’t been that in forever! As the coffee pot made its last gurgling noises I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured myself a cup.

I felt like I could do anything this morning. It was a great feeling. I put the cup down and did some stretches for my legs. Everything was tight from yesterday. I needed to really stretch, and I thought, hm, I wonder if there is a yoga class near by. I took my cup and headed to my computer to look for one. It had been months, and really it was Dan’s idea to go to yoga. I went a few times but I just found it boring. He would be frustrated with me and finally told me that I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to. And with that, I stopped going. I figured he still was going to that studio, so I needed to find another one. As I searched online, I found one that was across town, and I thought this might work. I called and asked if they had a session this afternoon and they said, sure, we have a deal for new yogis. I said, great, I’ll see you this afternoon.

I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I undressed my cock was already half hard, thinking about John’s cock and the missed opportunity. I got in and soaped up, and started jacking off in earnest. My cock got hard, angling up in my hand with the suds around it. The warm water felt nice on my leg muscles and my cock continued to stiffen as I pulled on the shaft. I took a finger and teased my own butthole, as I continued to slide my fist back and forth from the head down to the pubes. My butthole was grabbing my fingernail beckoning me inward, as I continued to jack, the water from the shower hitting my back and running past my other hand. I shoved my finger in further and thought about RIck’s thick cockhead, and how big that might get, his big belly and what I imagine his nipples were like.

Then John’s cock, and how thick and long it was in his shorts. I shoved my finger further into my ass, and sped up my jacking. I was now pumping my cock faster and faster, the slapping of my fist and the water and soap making a rhythmic sound with the shower. I was getting close to coming and my mind flashed back to Chip’s ass in my face. I resumed that fantasy with my tongue in his buttcrack, heading to his hairy hole, and I was sticking my tongue out in the shower to mimic the motion in real time. I was pushing my finger in and out of my own hole, and jacking my cock furiously. I felt the orgasm start from the soles of my feet, and my legs started quaking. I let out a yell, like a primal roar, and I felt my balls pull in and the cum leap out of my cockhead. I was shaking, screaming, and pounding my cock and fingering my asshole all at the same time.

After shooting about ten ropes of cum, I let go of my cock and put my hands on the shower wall. I was breathing heavy and seeing stars. It was the most explosive orgasm I had had in probably years. I grabbed the soap and washed off my hands from the cum and ass respectively and then I cleaned off the cum dripping down the wall facing me. I took several deep breaths as I returned to planet earth and then just started laughing out loud for no reason. I felt so much better at that moment; it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted. Dan who? I thought. I am going to be fine, I realized. I was going to need to get laid eventually, but for now, I was feeling better than I had for the past month.

I got dressed in my “going out of the house” sweats and headed to the yoga studio. There were twenty or so folks getting set up with their mats, blocks, straps, and blankets. I had to borrow all the accoutrement, because I had been a one timer, and god knows where Dan put the remnants of my failed start. I set up behind a woman and her boyfriend. The guy was a body builder and had a v-back and an ass that could crack a walnut. It could definitely crack my nut I thought. At that moment, he turned around and stared at me, as if he had read my mind. I smiled and nodded at him. He stepped back and nodded, turning around. I avoided leering at his ass again until we were well into a triangle pose that would more easily allow for it.

As we finished up and laid down for shavasana, I felt the stress leaving my body. I was half asleep when the teacher turned the music up and turned the lights back on. I really needed the stretching and I walked out feeling better and better. Even the body builder smiled at me as we put our blocks back into the shelves at the back of the studio. I smiled back and he nodded and we walked back to get our stuff, him to his girlfriend and me to my shoes. I headed back to my car and drove back home. I had the music on and had not a care in the world. As I turned into my driveway, I had an ominous feeling. I wasn’t sure what it was. It was like that point in the ghost story where eerie stuff was beginning to occur.

I opened my front door, and Dan was sitting on the couch. I was taken aback, but I gathered myself in the same second and simply said, “oh, hello.” I really needed to change the locks on the doors evidently. He looked over at me and stood up. “I have some of your things in the spare bedroom,” I said to him. He said, “oh, ok, great. I didn’t know if you were going to be back.” I thought about it, it’s my house, of course I’ll be back. “Yeah, I decided to try out a yoga class,” I said. He looked at me surprised, “oh really, I didn’t think you liked it.” I shrugged. “People change,” I said. He nodded. “I guess,” he mused. “Is there anything else you need other than your stuff?” I asked. He shook his head no. “Are you doing ok,” he asked finally. I stopped for a minute and then turned to him and said, “yeah, I’m doing alright. The first couple of days were hard but I had a good weekend I guess.” I went into the kitchen and got a bottle of water from the fridge.

I walked back into the living room and said, “are you going to be long, I have a date tonight.” He looked at me incredulously and said, “so soon?” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “evidently I am fresh meat again. Who knew?” He seemed surprised, and then said, “oh ok, let me get my stuff and I’ll get out of your hair.” He wandered up the stairs to the spare bedroom. I felt a little guilty about the white lie, but I guess I wanted him to realize he had walked away from something that others might still want. I thought about the bodybuilder at the yoga studio and thought that would be an ideal rebound fuck for me. No strings, well, maybe on a g-string, ha! Just physical raw animal passion. That’s what I wanted. And with all the physical movement this weekend, I was getting hornier by the minute. I had to avert my eyes as Dan walked up the stairs. That ass could still do it for me, even after the bastard had broken my heart.

He came down stairs with his clothes in one hand and the box of his stuff in the other. I met him at the door to open it since his hands were full and he said quietly, “thank you.” I nodded and closed the door behind him. I didn’t hear him come back so I guess he got it all in one trip. I finished my water and then sat back down on the couch. It was so weird for that to be our first encounter since. Since the big good bye. I was taken aback at how casual and cordial it had been. Maybe that had been the issue, there was no fight, no passion, no animal rip your clothes off in our love life, at least for a while. A year or more? It was fine. Just fine. Pleasant. Easy. Comfortable. But not life and death. Not en fuego. Just safe.

I had the odd urge to call Roger. I didn’t, but it was sort of the role he had defined, the den leader. I didn’t really need him, but I wanted to let him know I was ok. I had seen Dan, and it had been fine. It was going to be fine. I was going to be fine. I thought about what he had said about me becoming a marathoner. I wasn’t so sure. That seemed to be so out of reach. But, a journey of twenty six miles begins with one step they say? I looked over at my running shoes by the door. I would need new ones eventually. I wasn’t sure I was ready to sign up for “training,” but I was surprised how much better I was doing on Sunday evening than how I was doing just Friday evening before. I was really doing fine. Was it the highlighters? Maybe, but it was also the reset I had made, from focusing on the life before to focusing on a new life I could make.

I threw the empty bottle in the trash and sat in front of the computer. I looked at some running shoes online, and then I got a text message from the yoga teacher. She had a Wednesday evening session that I might enjoy that was for muscle conditioning. I thought about the body builder and replied, sure, I’d be interested in that. I made a note in my calendar and added the next Saturday run with the highlighters too. I also started looking at local gyms. I decided that would be a project for later; I just needed to focus on one thing at a time. But, the more I moved the better I felt. So if I moved a whole lot, I pondered, I’d probably just be really sore! But, I started thinking about what I might need as a marathoner. Certainly some new shoes eventually. But it was starting to be a little more possible than I had thought.

Roger texted me later that evening. “Glad you mentioned John. He and I had breakfast this morning.” I replied, “good how is he doing?” Roger replied back, “he’s doing ok. Being a widower is tough, and he is still new at it. I told him it takes years to recover.” I paused a minute. “I was worried about him last night. He seemed a little shaky.” Roger replied, “yeah, he was. But in a way, he was also stronger. He was able to feel something, and that’s often the first step away from grief. You were a good person, Glen with one n. He appreciated your kindness. I did too.” I didn’t know what to say in response. I responded with a heart to his last comment. I felt okay about things with the fun runners. Now about Chip’s ass… I still had that on my bucket list to do. I wondered how open Steve and Chip were in fact. But for the moment, I was feeling pretty good. I also realized that when I was ready to get back into the dating game, the current crop of fun runners were likely not going to be a good pool to jump into. However, that was for another day. I had meant what I had said to John, I wasn’t ready yet.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 5

The next couple of days were work and home, without a lot of fanfare. I made dinner on Monday night and froze a couple of extra meals from it. I was used to cooking for two, and now that it was just me, I hadn’t made the adjustment. I met up with some work colleagues on Tuesday and I had tonic water without the vodka. Wednesday rolled around and I was teleworking that day. 7 pm yoga was on the schedule still. I changed into sweats and headed over to the studio. It was a smaller group, about eight of us. Six guys two girls. And as predicted, the body builder was there. We made eye contact and he nodded. I nodded and flashed a quick smile. He moved his mat next to mine. We were sitting on blankets getting into the starting position and he leaned over and whispered, “hey, I’m Matt.” I nodded. I leaned over to him and whispered, “Glen,” and stuck out my hand. He shook it and then we returned to silence. I got a flash of something when our fingers met. It was like electricity. I was concerned and exhilarated. It felt forbidden.

I twisted my torso in his direction and got a good look at him. He was younger than me by ten years or so. And in amazing shape, even wearing a baggy tshirt and sweats. I twisted the other direction and saw a couple of other guys more lithe and lean, runner types. Was I a runner type yet? Not really, but that was where I was heading. The teacher from Sunday came in and we began. It was a lot of active poses, isometric exercises, and it was warm in the studio. Heated yoga. But any residual soreness from Saturday was gone by the end of the session. I looked over at Matt as we were holding a chair pose, his ass sticking out as his arms were reaching to the heavens. I studied his ass closely as we were motionless in the pose for what seemed like hours. There was a firmness to his butt, the cheeks were defined, and I could see the muscles in his ass through the sweatpants. I looked into the crack and there was sweat that accumulated in the seam and the fabric was darker due to the dampness. I wondered what it tasted like, whether there was hair in the crack and whether he shaved his pubes or legs for the bodybuilding.

As I was pondering Matt’s ass and what it would look like naked and near my mouth, he stretched his arms further upward and sat further into the pose, and I saw the crack open up even further. He was really sweating and there was an even darker path from his back down the middle to his asshole, and I could see under his ass that his calves were as beefy and defined as his buttcheeks. I could have held this position forever. But at that moment, the teacher called out the next pose, and we moved to a downward facing dog. My arms at my ears, my ass in the air, and my hamstrings stretching. I looked over to Matt whose beautiful ass was equally perched in the air and his arms pressing into the mat and he caught my eye and he raised his eyebrows at me. I winked at him and he smiled and then turned his gaze downward. I turned my gaze back to my own mat. My cock had started to chub up, staring at his ass in chair pose for so long. I had to shift the shaft towards the center so it wouldn’t be so obvious as we were standing in a leaning pose. I turned my torso to face back as my crotch was still facing and pointing outward, and I looked over at Matt who was also facing back with his crotch facing forward. I saw his bulge in his sweats, as the twisting had pulled the fabric around it taut, and the cock was curved up and to the side. It was easily a handful, if I was reading the fabric correct, and I saw some sweat darkened fabric below it and I wondered if his taint was as steamy and moist as his asscrack had been. After a minute, he took a deep breath and twisted his torso further into the stretch which caused his crotch to jut out further and the fabric to pull tighter around his package. I saw the outline of his cockhead leaning over to my left and I could swear I saw him flex his shaft at me, like he was teasing me with that piece of man meat.

I was now rock hard from the show beside me. I spent the rest of the practice trying to not think about the hot bodybuilder next to me with his own erection and an ass that would stop traffic in the right pants. As we drifted into shavasana, I looked over and I saw his cock still at full mast even though we were supposed to be fully relaxed. Mine too was jutting upward straining at my own sweats fabric. We finished the class and put our blocks away. I put on my shoes and headed to the bathroom before leaving given that I had a thirty minute drive ahead of me. I was at the urinal not really awake from shavasana yet when the door opened behind me. I looked over and Matt was standing next to me at the other urinal with his sweats down, and his cock rock hard out for my viewing. Matt was looking at my cock too, so I moved my hand to give him the full monty. He started stroking his cock, and I looked over at the door. He shrugged his shoulders at me and then reached for my cock with his free hand.

I took a deep breath and aimed my flesh rocket his way and I felt his fingers wrap around my cock and start gently pulling at it. My shaft immediately thickened as he worked it with his big rough hands, and I gripped my butt cheeks together and further pressed my erection into his grip. I then leaned over and caressed his cock with my hand. His was about my length, but thicker, and uncut, the foreskin completely covering the head. I started to move the skin back and forth and he let out a low moan in response. It was gluttoral I felt it in my chest too. My cock jumped in his hand and he started jacking me off with more friction and faster. I felt his cock thicken even more and he closed his eyes as he thrusted his hips back and forth with my hands. I felt his cock throb in my hand and I figured he was close. I threw caution to the wind and bent over and took his rod in my mouth. He gasped and then put his hand on my head as he started face fucking me faster and faster.

I took advantage of the position and carressed his ass with my other hand, and slid my finger into his sweaty asscrack. I felt him tighten and start thrusting into my mouth with even more force as his ass leaned into my finger and his hips were pistoning back and forth. He let out a grunt and my mouth filled with his sticky warm sperm. His body was jerking around my mouth and finger as I depleted him of his baby batter. After about a minute he stopped spasming, and I pulled away from his cock. It was still rock hard and the hood of the foreskin was covered in white goo. I pulled my finger out of his sweaty ass, and turned my attention to my own cock. I jacked myself as Matt stood close to me, and I smelled his ass on my finger as I continued to fist pump my own cock. Matt put a hand on my asscheek, squarely in the center, and then grabbed it like he was going to fireman carry me out of the building. I got more aroused by that and I started to feverishly jack my cock.

As I was getting close, I felt him get closer to me, and there was a slight moist warmth on my neck as he tried to nuzzle me. I felt the cum just fire out of my cock pulsing with my heartbeat as this hot bodybuilder was holding onto my asscheek and nuzzling my neck with his tongue. I let my cock go after the torrent of jizz, and turned to Matt before he could pull away and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t move for a second, and then I felt his tongue lunge into my mouth. We made out for a second, before he pulled back and we pulled up our pants. He didn’t say anything as he reached for the door, but he flashed me a smile, and nodded as he left. I was still at the urinal, and I tied up my pants and turned to face the sink.

There was a stall in front of me with the door closed and I realized there was someone in there. I looked through the crack and there was one of the lithe runner types from class pulling on his cock to the show he was just watching. As I peered through the crack, he came shooting out into the floor in front of him. I smiled and he looked up and smiled back at me. I washed my hands and left him to his own clean up. When I got to my car there was a note on the windshield. It said, “thanks, hope to see you around. Matt.” I almost regretted washing his ass off of my finger. But I saved the note in my glove compartment and started my car. I checked my phone and there was a text from Roger. “Hey, are we going to see you on Saturday?” I replied, “yep, I’ll be there.” I got a thumbs up in response to that, and put my car in gear to head home, thoroughly relaxed from yoga!

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 6

On Saturday morning the alarm went off and it was still dark outside. I got up, and headed downstairs. I made a cup of instant coffee, and then I put together a sandwich to take with me on the road. I put my yellow highlighter shirt on and a jacket, and headed to the car. I wasn’t quite awake even with a cup of coffee, and I figured the run would get my blood flowing. I was ready for another run, as I had fully recovered, thanks to yoga and some Matt. I was still thinking about that man’s ass, and the kiss oddly enough. His lips were smooth and soft, and his tongue more rough and thick and strong. Thinking about it was getting me hard all over again. I drove over to the park and found a spot closer to the exit, learning from last week’s adventure. I walked over and found Rich and gave him my five dollars. “Hey, Glen with one n, glad to see you back.” I smiled, “glad to be back,” I said. Rich said, “so, are you going to run in the St. Patrick’s Day fun run and bar crawl?” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “not sure, I wasn’t aware of it until now.” Rich said, “talk to Roger, I think he wants to get a team together and you’d be great on it. It’s only a 2k, and I know you are just getting back into running and all, but I think you’d be great for it.” I nodded, “okay, I’ll check with Roger on that. Thanks.” Rich was already walking away to chase down the next registrant.

I didn’t see any of my “team” around yet, so I stretched a bit while I waited. I saw John walking up from the distance, the grey flat top and his tall lanky features as obvious clues. He nodded as he got closer in and said “good morning.” I nodded back and returned the “good morning.” His guard was up and frankly I was okay with that as I wasn’t ready for anyone to be crying on me just yet. It was early in the morning, and I guess I was being a snot about the whole situation. Fortunately, Bob and Pete showed up soon after. I waved over at them and they waved as they were looking for Rich. Rick also showed up in his shorts with his cock head prominently on display. I went over and gave him a big hug. He looked at a bit surprised and said, “so what do I owe the honor of your attention this morning?” I smiled and said, “can’t a girl say hello to a big burly man?” He laughed, “sounds like you want a little of the big man here,” and he grabbed his crotch and waved it at me. I smiled and said, “only if its not too much trouble.” He turned to me and whispered, “oh, it’s a whole heap of trouble, you have no idea.” I smiled and nodded, “then maybe we should just be friends.” He smiled, “oh he’s very friendly.” I looked down at his crotch. His cock was already chubbing up. I leaned in and gave him a hug and said, “so am I,” as I ran my hand over his bulge and gave it a slight squeeze. Rick jumped back and said to me, “tease.” I shrugged my shoulders, “you were the one wearing those revealing shorts. I am after all, only human.”

At that point, John returned and Rick took off his sweatjacket and held it in front of his erection, now pointing straight out. I was quietly pleased with myself for getting a rise out of him. And feeling my own oats I guess. I was now single and ready to mingle. Steve and Bob arrived about the same time, and Roger soon after. Once they had registered with Rich, I walked over and asked Roger about the St. Patrick’s Day run. He nodded, and said, “well, they want us to have a team every year, and we get about 3, but we can’t seem to get a team of five together. Some want to run, some want to drink, but we can’t get enough for both.” I nodded, “well, Rich asked about it, and I said, I would talk to you,” I replied. “Do you want to run that,” Roger asked. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “you know, I’m not sure. I want to do something more, but maybe more of a traditional one rather than a bar crawl.” He nodded. I was also thinking about him and the origin of the highlighters as an offshoot of AA. Roger said, “well, if you can find four others, I’m happy to submit you.” I nodded and walked back to the perimeter of the group.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run a bar crawl, but I liked the idea of a team and a goal. The group of us all gathered, and I ran with Bob as my partner this week. We started off, and I found myself pulling ahead several times as we made our way around the track. I was generally in the lead of our little group and a couple of times I got about 20 yards ahead before I realized where I was. At our break, Roger came over to Bob and I and said, “let’s talk at breakfast if you are coming.” I nodded, “sure, I’ll be there.” Bob looked at me and seemed confused. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “don’t know. We talked about the Patty’s Day fun run earlier.” Bob nodded, “oh, yeah, Rich is big into that. He’s Irish you know. Like ten generations ago.” I looked at him, “aren’t you?” He laughed, “yeah, but only about three generations ago for me.” I nodded. “Yeah, the red hair is a dead giveaway.” He nodded. “Yeah, I know. When Pete and I are together it’s like halloween, orange and black!” We laughed. I didn’t have to heart to tell him I had bedroom fantasies of seeing the Halloween scenario in action. I think he has to know or he wouldn’t have made the joke.

We headed back to the finish line and I continued to lead the pack on the second time I was here. I think I realized I would be moving onto the racers, at least the 10kers sooner rather than later. I didn’t have any cramps this week, nor did I get winded really. It was easy, and I think that was the sign for Roger that I was probably going to move on. Although I was jumping the gun I guess. I looked over and Rick and thought, I want to jump that gun. His cock had resumed its normal position as being only slightly obvious in his shorts. He saw me looking at his crotch though, and took his hand and covered it just to tease me. I smiled. He then moved his hand away for a second before replacing it, like he was playing an adult game of peekaboo with me.

I found Roger talking to another guy I didn’t know, and I waited for a minute. I then caught Rich’s eye and said to him, “yes to brunch.” He nodded and moved on. Roger was still talking to the other guy and I decided to head to my car. I waved over to Bob and said, “I’ll be there, I’m heading out now.” He nodded and waved. I waved at the others as I walked back. I was able to get to my car and out of the lot without as much fuss as last week. I think there is a part of me that just hates to wait in traffic even if it is among friends. I drove over to O’Leary’s and found a spot in the parking lot. I was early. That was a rarity. I figured there would be 8 of us, so I got a table for that, and sat down. There were only a few yellow highlighters here, and they were like me, sitting at tables alone, like outposts waiting for their comrades.

The general throng came swirling in about ten minutes later. Bob and Steve were bounding in. I looked at Steve, “no chip,” I asked. He looked at me and said, “why, were you coveting my partner?” I looked back and said, “no, just his ass. And it was less of a covet and more of a temporary distraction where I could borrow it for a while, like a library book, not have it forever, in the biblical sense of coveting.” Steve just laughed, “well, coveting is when you want something that’s not yours.” I said, “well you are open aren’t you, who’s to say it’s not mine for a little bit?” Steve smiled and said, “well, my dear, I think it’s me that says who gets my boyfriend’s ass.” At that moment Chip strolled in and said, “actually, my dear, it’s *me* that gets to decide who gets my ass.” He glared at Steve. Steve shrank like a violet. I nodded and said, “my apologies, evidently I was coveting your ass a little too strongly for a Saturday morning.” Chip turned to me and said, “honey, greater men than you have been turned away from my ass. It is a very exclusive club to get admitted to.” I said, “oh that I could have a golden ticket.” He said, “well, maybe a golden shower.” He giggled at me and then took a seat with Steve on the opposite end of the table. Bitch, I thought. I had a flashback to Matt and those lips and I realized I already had my golden ticket experience this week.

I turned to the other direction and Roger had sat next to me. “Causing trouble?” he asked. I shook my head no and said, “never. Never have I ever.” And Rick said, “what, fucked on the first date, because I think you have.” I sat up straight in my chair and said, “how dare you besmirch my good name.” Rick laughed and said, “oh that name. I found it on the bathroom wall next to a note about looking for a good time and to call.” I replied, “only because you wrote it there, wishful thinker.” John joined us in the frivolity and said, “well, you are no longer fresh meat now. You have entered the bitchihood.” I turned to him with feigned disgust and said, “I represent that remark!” About that time, the guy that Roger had been speaking to earlier came over.

Roger said to me, “This is Alan, the team lead for the 10kers. Alan, this is Glen, one n.” I stood up and shook Alan’s hand. His hand was smooth and his fingers were long and thin. “Pleasure to meet you Glen. I was hoping you’d consider running with my team next week.” I nodded, and said, “um, let me think about it. I just joined the highlighters last week, and I’m still getting my sea legs.” I heard Rick mumble, “yeah, up in the air.” I shot him a look. He shrugged and continued to look at the menu. “Well, if you want to join, just come about 15 minutes earlier than you normally do for the fun runners, and we’ll be setting up. We’re doing 5k prep runs for a series of 10k runs we are training for in the spring and summer. You might want to join us. One is for an LGBTQ fund raiser,” Alan pitched. I nodded, “thanks so much. I’ll think about it.” We shook hands and Alan left to find his table with the other 10kers.

Roger leaned over and said, “look, it’s up to you, but I think you are clearly ready for a bigger challenge than our merry band of misfits can offer. We’ll always be here for you, but little bird, you are ready to leave the nest and I’m here to convince you to fly.” I nodded, “but I just got here. I haven’t seen anyone’s penis yet.” Everyone at the table laughed. Phew, I was worried about that. Roger turned to me and said, “you can sit with us at breakfast, we’ll invite you to dinners too, but you’ll also have a new team, and really you’ll be able to stretch your legs and make greater strides in your running too.” I exhaled. I knew he was right, and he was looking out for me even if I didn’t want that. Roger leaned over and whispered, “go talk to them now. You can come back of course, but we’re going to be fine.” I nodded and got up. “I’ll be right back.” Rick said, “bet you won’t.” I walked over behind him and gave him a big hug. Then I left the table.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 7

I walked over to the table with Alan and the other 10kers. I was suddenly nervous. I didn’t know if I was ready for new people that were more advanced. “Uh, Alan,” I stammered. He looked up and smiled. “Glen, so glad you came over. Let me introduce you to the guys.” Alan stood up. “This is Mark, Sam, Ben, and Pete, who you may know, since you know Bob from the other group.” I nodded and waved, “hi guys, nice to meet you.” They replied, “hi Glen,” in unison. Alan then said, “you can join us, or return to your other table. It’s up to you.” I looked back and they were all chatting amongst themselves not looking at me, and the group was already self contained without me. I turned to Alan and said, “sure, I’ll join you.” He smiled and said, “that’s great, there’s a chair over next to Pete.” I walked over and sat down. I smiled and said hi to Pete and all I could think about was jackolanterns and orange and black, and black dicks and white asses fucking with masks on and spooky lights. I was glad he couldn’t read my mind at that point. I took a deep breath and looked around. It was a nice group of guys I thought. Rich came over and was talking to Sam which I thought was odd since he was usually counting folks before we sat down.

Ben was to my left and Pete to my right. I needed to avoid the whole Halloween business for a minute so I asked Ben, “how long have you been running with the highlighters?” He nodded while drinking some coffee, and then said, “oh, hi. About a year I think. I was in the fun run group for a while and then I graduated about four months in. I like it here, but I don’t feel like becoming a marathoner. I’m good with the 10k runs, and really I’m more of a 5ker myself. Most of the practice runs are that, and I rarely compete.” I nodded along, “that’s cool. I’m a little bit out of practice for running. I did run track in high school but that was a minute or two ago, and it’s a bit jump from a mile around the track to a 5k I think.” Ben shook his head no, “you go at your own pace, and everyone’s here to cheer you on. The marathoners too, if I’m being completely candid, they are good too. They arrive an hour before us even to get additional training in.” I thought wow. I was ok with fifteen minutes earlier but a whole hour and that. Whoa. I’m not sure I have that kind of commitment, no matter what Roger thought.

“What about you, what’s your story?” Ben asked. I thought, how far back do I go? I exhaled and said, “well, I ran track in high school but obviously that’s been a while. I went to the weekly meet up last week for the first time and it was nice. Roger said that I would probably be moving up soon after watching me run the first week, and here I am.” Ben nodded, “so you are really a newbie?” I replied, “I, uh, I guess so. Seems weird to say it like that. I uh, broke up with my boyfriend recently and I needed a new outlet. Someone suggested that I join this group, but I don’t really know who. I was talking to them online.” Ben smiled. He leaned in and whispered, “was it Grindr?” I nodded. Ben continued, “it was probably Jim, over there at the marathoner’s table. He’s always trying to get new folks to join.” I looked over and thought, ‘could have been his torso and dick in the profile?’ I didn’t want to ask Ben anything further about Jim.

I asked Ben, “so are you in a relationship?” He looked at me coyly and said, “why you know anyone?” I laughed, “well, not really, but just curious I guess. I know Pete is with Bob, the other fun runners were preoccupied, so I figured I would ask.” Ben shook his head and chuckled, “no, no, don’t worry about it. I’m just teasing you. I’m dating a guy long distance. We met last summer, and are trying to figure it out.” He used air quotes for that. “It’s fun for now, and really it’s low maintenance, but I think we’ll have to have the fish or cut bait discussion at some point. Nobody is in a rush to judgment though. I don’t think either one of us wants to pull the plug. It’s easy and works.” I nodded. “That sounds ideal actually.” He shrugged. “Well, he and I didn’t spend Christmas together which was a bummer, and Valentine’s Day was about 4 hours on a layover, we are both flight attendants you see. But, again, the upside is I don’t have a whole lot of family drama from him either. So, good for now.” I nodded. “Well, great,” I punctuated.

We ordered food and the waitress looked at me oddly like, you were over there, and now you are here. I shrugged my shoulders and she did too. It was a whole conversation without words. Ben, Pete and I started eating, and I didn’t really get to speak much with Sam or Mark. They were talking to Alan, and the table seemed to be bisected between the two sets of three. After we finished eating, Alan stood up and made some announcements. “First, we’d like to welcome Glen.” I nodded and smiled at them as they golf clapped at me.

“Next, we need to look at the 10 k schedule for this year. There are two in April, four in May and three in June, July, and August respectively. Four in September and two in early October. Obviously we can’t do all of them, but I would like to see if we could get roughly one a month. I’ll email the information and you all can talk amongst yourselves. There are 5k options for some of the races, which may appeal to some of you.” Alan specifically looked at Ben. Ben smiled back. “We may be able to pull in a couple of marathoners if we need, but the goal is to make this a full fledged unit in the highlighters.” Ben whispered to me, “the 10kers are a faction that split off from the group because they didn’t want to train for the marathons, but wanted more than just a fun run.” I nodded. Alan finished, “and finally, I’ve got a sign up sheet for some refreshments we may want to have at some of our weekly runs as the weather gets warmer.” Alan sat down. Nobody clapped. I was going to, but then silence.

Pete leaned over, “a big change from the fun runners.” I nodded. “Yeah, Alan gets a bit intense, but it’s a good group, don’t get spooked by it.” I was okay until he said spooked and then the black and orange came back to me. “Why doesn’t Bob join you?” Pete shook his head, “Bob and I have an understanding. He does the fun run, because I want to be here, but his heart isn’t really in it, so we give and take. He is a model train builder, and that is a whole other level of crazy associated with that hobby. Those folks are flat out weird, but I go to his conventions, and he comes to the highlighters for me. It’s our agreement.” I nodded. “That’s actually kind of cool I think,” I said before I really thought about how stupid it sounded. Pete smiled, “it works. You have to find what works for you. I’m not much of a relationship guru, but that’s what I tell people. Between you and him. Keep others out of your business.” I laughed. The Halloween fascination, notwithstanding. “Thanks for the insight,” I replied. He nodded and got his wallet out for the bill. I did as well, and I realized brunch was over.

I shook Alan’s hand and said, “I’ll see you all next week.” He smiled and patted me on the back as we got up to go. I walked back to the old table and said bye to them. They all waved like I was already gone. I felt bad, but I guess this is the way it goes. Dan left me. I’m now leaving the fun runners. Does everyone leave? Maybe. I don’t know. It was getting too serious for me. Sometimes you just want things to be the same for a while. I looked at my table, with the 10kers still sitting as some had left. They were my new team. Best to get in good with those guys I guess. It was really early days for me in the highlighters. So many folks were here for years. I was still counting weeks, days even. I felt so unmoored.

I got back in line and paid my check, and headed to my car. It was a little melancholy. I sat down and started up my car. I took my phone out of my pocket and Roger had texted. “Don’t worry about moving on, it’s a part of life. You’ll be fine, and we are always here if you need us.” I replied with a heart and headed back to the house. I decided to stop by the mall and look at running shoes. My shoes were ok, but I was thinking about moving into the bigger leagues. I might need an actual pair of running shoes that support my arches. Besides, going home meant looking at a lot of nothing. I thought about getting a dog, so I could have some life in the place. But, I worked a lot during the week to have a dog. It wouldn’t be fair to an animal I thought. A plant? Not really good for the company though. I’d have to settle for the TV for a while.
I walked around and found a shoe store. I tried on and bought a pair of real running shoes, and spent more on them than what I would spend on a pair of dress shoes for work. I thought about upgrading the sweats and all, but at this point I’ll be eating dog food for a week after buying the shoes! Well, not really, but it was a bit of a sticker shock. Everyone in the mall seemed very old or very young. It was really strange. Where were the middle aged folks, or the adults like me? Probably coaching soccer I realized, or fighting it out at Costco. I don’t know, I was feeling a little bummed and alone. I headed back to the house with new shoes in tow.

 

[MissingHood]

Ok, so a couple of chapters in, what do you think? It's a different vibe than other stories I have written for here.

I'm getting into it. Pumped you're blessing us with a new story!

 

[MissingHood]

Chapter 5

The next couple of days were work and home, without a lot of fanfare. I made dinner on Monday night and froze a couple of extra meals from it. I was used to cooking for two, and now that it was just me, I hadn’t made the adjustment. I met up with some work colleagues on Tuesday and I had tonic water without the vodka. Wednesday rolled around and I was teleworking that day. 7 pm yoga was on the schedule still. I changed into sweats and headed over to the studio. It was a smaller group, about eight of us. Six guys two girls. And as predicted, the body builder was there. We made eye contact and he nodded. I nodded and flashed a quick smile. He moved his mat next to mine. We were sitting on blankets getting into the starting position and he leaned over and whispered, “hey, I’m Matt.” I nodded. I leaned over to him and whispered, “Glen,” and stuck out my hand. He shook it and then we returned to silence. I got a flash of something when our fingers met. It was like electricity. I was concerned and exhilarated. It felt forbidden.

I twisted my torso in his direction and got a good look at him. He was younger than me by ten years or so. And in amazing shape, even wearing a baggy tshirt and sweats. I twisted the other direction and saw a couple of other guys more lithe and lean, runner types. Was I a runner type yet? Not really, but that was where I was heading. The teacher from Sunday came in and we began. It was a lot of active poses, isometric exercises, and it was warm in the studio. Heated yoga. But any residual soreness from Saturday was gone by the end of the session. I looked over at Matt as we were holding a chair pose, his ass sticking out as his arms were reaching to the heavens. I studied his ass closely as we were motionless in the pose for what seemed like hours. There was a firmness to his butt, the cheeks were defined, and I could see the muscles in his ass through the sweatpants. I looked into the crack and there was sweat that accumulated in the seam and the fabric was darker due to the dampness. I wondered what it tasted like, whether there was hair in the crack and whether he shaved his pubes or legs for the bodybuilding.

As I was pondering Matt’s ass and what it would look like naked and near my mouth, he stretched his arms further upward and sat further into the pose, and I saw the crack open up even further. He was really sweating and there was an even darker path from his back down the middle to his asshole, and I could see under his ass that his calves were as beefy and defined as his buttcheeks. I could have held this position forever. But at that moment, the teacher called out the next pose, and we moved to a downward facing dog. My arms at my ears, my ass in the air, and my hamstrings stretching. I looked over to Matt whose beautiful ass was equally perched in the air and his arms pressing into the mat and he caught my eye and he raised his eyebrows at me. I winked at him and he smiled and then turned his gaze downward. I turned my gaze back to my own mat. My cock had started to chub up, staring at his ass in chair pose for so long. I had to shift the shaft towards the center so it wouldn’t be so obvious as we were standing in a leaning pose. I turned my torso to face back as my crotch was still facing and pointing outward, and I looked over at Matt who was also facing back with his crotch facing forward. I saw his bulge in his sweats, as the twisting had pulled the fabric around it taut, and the cock was curved up and to the side. It was easily a handful, if I was reading the fabric correct, and I saw some sweat darkened fabric below it and I wondered if his taint was as steamy and moist as his asscrack had been. After a minute, he took a deep breath and twisted his torso further into the stretch which caused his crotch to jut out further and the fabric to pull tighter around his package. I saw the outline of his cockhead leaning over to my left and I could swear I saw him flex his shaft at me, like he was teasing me with that piece of man meat.

I was now rock hard from the show beside me. I spent the rest of the practice trying to not think about the hot bodybuilder next to me with his own erection and an ass that would stop traffic in the right pants. As we drifted into shavasana, I looked over and I saw his cock still at full mast even though we were supposed to be fully relaxed. Mine too was jutting upward straining at my own sweats fabric. We finished the class and put our blocks away. I put on my shoes and headed to the bathroom before leaving given that I had a thirty minute drive ahead of me. I was at the urinal not really awake from shavasana yet when the door opened behind me. I looked over and Matt was standing next to me at the other urinal with his sweats down, and his cock rock hard out for my viewing. Matt was looking at my cock too, so I moved my hand to give him the full monty. He started stroking his cock, and I looked over at the door. He shrugged his shoulders at me and then reached for my cock with his free hand.

I took a deep breath and aimed my flesh rocket his way and I felt his fingers wrap around my cock and start gently pulling at it. My shaft immediately thickened as he worked it with his big rough hands, and I gripped my butt cheeks together and further pressed my erection into his grip. I then leaned over and caressed his cock with my hand. His was about my length, but thicker, and uncut, the foreskin completely covering the head. I started to move the skin back and forth and he let out a low moan in response. It was gluttoral I felt it in my chest too. My cock jumped in his hand and he started jacking me off with more friction and faster. I felt his cock thicken even more and he closed his eyes as he thrusted his hips back and forth with my hands. I felt his cock throb in my hand and I figured he was close. I threw caution to the wind and bent over and took his rod in my mouth. He gasped and then put his hand on my head as he started face fucking me faster and faster.

I took advantage of the position and carressed his ass with my other hand, and slid my finger into his sweaty asscrack. I felt him tighten and start thrusting into my mouth with even more force as his ass leaned into my finger and his hips were pistoning back and forth. He let out a grunt and my mouth filled with his sticky warm sperm. His body was jerking around my mouth and finger as I depleted him of his baby batter. After about a minute he stopped spasming, and I pulled away from his cock. It was still rock hard and the hood of the foreskin was covered in white goo. I pulled my finger out of his sweaty ass, and turned my attention to my own cock. I jacked myself as Matt stood close to me, and I smelled his ass on my finger as I continued to fist pump my own cock. Matt put a hand on my asscheek, squarely in the center, and then grabbed it like he was going to fireman carry me out of the building. I got more aroused by that and I started to feverishly jack my cock.

As I was getting close, I felt him get closer to me, and there was a slight moist warmth on my neck as he tried to nuzzle me. I felt the cum just fire out of my cock pulsing with my heartbeat as this hot bodybuilder was holding onto my asscheek and nuzzling my neck with his tongue. I let my cock go after the torrent of jizz, and turned to Matt before he could pull away and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t move for a second, and then I felt his tongue lunge into my mouth. We made out for a second, before he pulled back and we pulled up our pants. He didn’t say anything as he reached for the door, but he flashed me a smile, and nodded as he left. I was still at the urinal, and I tied up my pants and turned to face the sink.

There was a stall in front of me with the door closed and I realized there was someone in there. I looked through the crack and there was one of the lithe runner types from class pulling on his cock to the show he was just watching. As I peered through the crack, he came shooting out into the floor in front of him. I smiled and he looked up and smiled back at me. I washed my hands and left him to his own clean up. When I got to my car there was a note on the windshield. It said, “thanks, hope to see you around. Matt.” I almost regretted washing his ass off of my finger. But I saved the note in my glove compartment and started my car. I checked my phone and there was a text from Roger. “Hey, are we going to see you on Saturday?” I replied, “yep, I’ll be there.” I got a thumbs up in response to that, and put my car in gear to head home, thoroughly relaxed from yoga!

Every yoga class should end this way, lol

 

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Chapter 8

I was back on the couch Saturday afternoon after a non-sexual shower and little ice cream for good measure. I thought about Grindr, but I was just not feeling it. I thought about Matt and was sorta feeling him, but the whole girlfriend thing was flipping me out a bit. Although, I’d love to get some more lip to lip action even if it’s in the bathroom again. Maybe yoga, I wondered if there was a class this afternoon. I wasn’t in a rush to move out from under the couch blanket. Dan used to call it the couch cloche, because you were sort of trapped under it. I heard the phone beep from a text. I rolled over begrudgingly and reached out from under the cloche to get the phone. It was a new number. I opened the app and it was from Ben, from this morning.

“Heya Glen, I know it’s short notice but my bf got waylaid in Chicago with the storms they are having, so my dance card is free, and I was wondering if you wanted to get out and maybe have dinner. No pressure, but you seem nice and I’m better with something to do to distract me.” I took a deep breath and thought, sure, I could do this. I replied, “heya Ben. Sounds good. Let’s do it, what do you think?” I waited a few seconds, and he didn’t reply, so I put the phone down and returned my arm to the warmth of the cloche for a bit. About thirty seconds later the phone started ringing. I threw the cloche off of me and picked up the phone. “Hi Glen,” Ben started. “Hi Ben,” I replied. “Sorry, I was trying to text like several things and it was getting complicated so I gave up and called,” Glen explained. I chuckled, “it’s okay man, I was just chilling on the couch trying to nap or avoid doing anything around the house, I’m not sure which.”

Ben replied, “yeah, I get antsy without a plan and start freaking out. So, midway through the seven levels of hell, I decided to call you. Actually Patrick, my fly-by-night boyfriend suggested I call someone. Not a call for help, ha ha, just bored,” he laughed to himself. I took a deep breath. “It’s okay Ben, I’m good. Let’s do something for dinner, maybe on the chill side. How do you feel about Olive Garden?” He paused a minute and said, “well, how about the sushi place over in the gay area. I think it could be fun.” I thought, Jesus, that’s on the other side of town and like forty-five minutes away in traffic. And I’m not getting any dick out of it. “Ben, I’m not feeling sushi tonight. You clearly aren’t feeling Olive Garden. Can we meet in the middle?” Maybe I can get a handjob? I know a great bathroom for one. Ha ha. Those lips. Damn.

“I don’t know Glen, I’m just a little bit one track minded about it.” I then paused, “can I ask you something, is this where you were supposed to go with Patrick?” He got quiet for a second. “Yeah, it is.” I nodded. The other shoe fell. “Look Ben, I’m not going to be your Patrick stand in. I could use getting out myself, but not the gay side of town, it’s almost an hour for me to drive, and I’m just not feeling that motivated. I was thinking more like thirty minute drive max so we could have a nice evening and I could get back home at a decent hour.” I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to piss off my new friend, especially on my new running team, but he was starting to get on my nerves.

Ben then replied, “okay that’s completely fair. How about the Chinese place over near the airport, the Wok and Roll?” I nodded and said, “that’ll work just fine. I looked at my watch, it was 3:45. “How about 5:30 to meet?” I suggested. He said, “great,” before I even got to meet. “Okay, then we have a plan. Do you feel better?” I asked calmly. He took a second and then said, “yeah, I do. Thanks, I really appreciate it.” I felt better too. “Okay, well great. I’ll see you in a bit.” He said bye and we hung up. I had to wonder if he freaked out on Patrick like this and then whether or not he was really waylaid or not. Not my circus, not my monkeys. I just put the phone down and headed to the kitchen for some water.

I got ready about an hour later and then headed over toward the restaurant. I liked the airport, and I had a feeling Ben lived nearby. He would be closer to the gay area of town than I was, but I think he had expectations of a night with Patrick and when that got blown up, he was spiraling. I wonder how he handled being a flight attendant. You need to be unflappable. I could see him screech at the first bump of turbulence, I chucked to myself. I don’t know, I’m not a good judge of people myself. I get a little too into my head about things. I guess that’s why Dan and I worked so well together I thought. He was chill, I was self involved. Maybe that’s why it didn’t work. Maybe I needed to be more “other” focused. Sex wasn’t enough, and really in the last few months, sex was non-existent. I just thought we had the normal lesbian bed death. I wondered if he was as horny as I was. Maybe more. Dan was always the initiator. And maybe that was an issue too. I was so deep in my rabbit hole, I had parked the car at the restaurant and didn’t realize I had arrived already.

I walked in the door and he was already there sitting at a table texting away on his phone. I took a breath and said to myself, just be nice, he’s a good guy. A flake yes, but a good guy. “Hi Ben,” I said as I walked up to the table. He nodded and then hit send, putting down his phone. “Hi Glen, glad you are here.” I sat down and we began to look at the menu. “So, what do you like here?” I asked him. He looked over the menu at me and said, “I like the lo mein and the crab rangoon. What about you?” I nodded and said, “I like the hot and sour soup and the dumplings. I guess entree-wise, the kung pao chicken.” He nodded. “Sounds like a lot of food together,” he said. I nodded. “Well, we can either order and take some home, or we can each choose something and compromise.” He was clearly struggling with the concept. “I’m not big on sharing, do you mind if we just order separately and keep our plates to ourselves?” I smiled and said, “that’s fine. I’m easy.” He nodded quickly and said, “yes, you are easy.” I turned to him and said, “well, not that easy.” He looked confused back at me and then got it. “Oh, I didn’t mean that way, just that,” he stammered. “I got it Ben, it’s fine, I was kidding.” Wow, this kid was a mess.

We ordered and got water to drink. I began to ask him about the team. “So, what’s the story with the others?” Ben put down his water glass and started explaining, “well, Alan has been there a while, like three years. Not sure what brought him in but he knows Roger and some of the marathoners too. Mark and Sam are both straight, and I’m not sure about Mark, but Sam is RIch’s brother. When Jerry died, Rich’s partner, Sam joined to help Rich run the show because Jerry had done so much of it, and Rich wanted to continue the tradition. Sam’s wife left him a few years back and he has a couple of kids that are adults now anyway. I think Sam needed a project too as much as Rich did. And Pete has been here as long as I have. I will say it’s a pretty chill group. We don’t have the overt flirting that the fun runners do, so if you are looking for that you may have to drop back down. But it’s okay.” Ben stopped to take a drink of water. I smiled, “that’s great to hear,” I offered. “I found the level of insanity with the fun runners to be a bit much, but I liked their joyful spirit I guess,” I offered. Ben retorted, “yeah, they are fun. That’s the point of the name I guess.” I nodded, “yes, that is what I concluded as well.”

The food came and Ben was still talking a mile a minute. He never once asked me a question. He told me about growing up in Iowa, and wanting to get away, and then becoming a flight attendant, and then moving here, and all the places he had been. We got to the end of the evening and split the bill. It was not quite the night I expected, but it was fun, and I appreciated Ben’s enthusiasm. We got up and I realized he and I were the same height. It was an odd commonality. He and I walked out and over to our cars. We were a couple of car spots apart in the lot. I opened my arms and gave him a little hug. “Thanks for suggesting this,” I said. He stayed hugging me a little bit more and said, “thanks for joining me. I needed this.” I gave him a big squeeze and let him go. We got into our cars respectively and waved as we pulled away. I got home in time for the news, and fell asleep on the couch, under the cloche.

 

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Chapter 9

I woke up around 2 am on the couch, and decided to drag myself back to the bedroom. I got undressed and back under the sheets and drifted back to sleep. I dreamt about Matt, the lips, the cock, the orgasm, the stall, the other voyeur, my orgasm, and the kiss. It always came back to the kiss. He had big full lips for a white guy. And his asscheeks were incredibly smooth. Like marble. I really wanted to rim him, but there was a level of tacky even I didn’t do in a public bathroom. I woke up around six, with a hard on, and went to the bathroom to relieve the pressure. I tried to get back to the dream, but Matt and his body were gone. I just laid in bed waiting for images that wouldn’t come. I didn’t get the same hotness vibe from my new running team. It was more a collegial vibe, friendly coworkers, or like alumni from the same school at a conference.

I got up around eight finally, and headed for the coffee machine. I thought about the yoga class this afternoon, was I going to go. Was Matt and the girlfriend going to be there, was he going to be weird, could get another bathroom scene going or was he going to be on a short leash? I thought about waiting until Wednesday night, but I was hoping for another view of his chair pose too. Girlfriend or not. That uncut rod in my mouth. I couldn’t see that happening with her so close by. I was making myself horny and crazy. What I wanted to do was check out a gym. I decided to try the new one that was open 24/7/365. I thought the concept was great. You buzz in, you do your thing and you leave. No muss no fuss. My kind of commitment. Month to month rates.

I made a smoothie for breakfast with a ton of stuff from the fridge and some protein powder. I had enough for three smoothies, so I put one in the fridge and another in a ziploc for the freezer. I wasn’t sure how this would go, but it was too much to throw away I thought. I got a shower, and I packed up some workout clothes in a bag, just in case. I had found my yoga mat and added that to the pile to bring to the car and after a couple of trips, I was ready to leave. I headed down the street to the always open gym and met one of the membership folks at the door. His name was Chet, and he was gorgeous. Blond wavy hair, blue eyes, tan, and perfectly muscled. His handshake was firm, and his voice deep. It was hypnotizing listening to him and watching his ass shift back and forth in front of me as we toured the facility.

Chet asked me, “so what’s your daily routine like?” I thought, couch, refrigerator, bathroom, tv, nap. But that was unfair to be sure. “I don’t have much of one right now. I’ve been running on the weekends, and doing yoga a bit mid week.” And blowing guys in the bathroom afterward. Interested? He nodded and said, “yeah, happens with the folks working nine to five. We cater to you all, by being ready whenever you are. We have trainers, and nutritionists, and massage therapists, we can schedule when you want.” I nodded, keep walking and shifting those hips man. Phew, it was getting hot in here for me. He turned around quicker than I expected and I had to dart my eyes upward pretty quickly. He smiled, and I couldn’t tell if it was a “hello there” smile or a “I caught you looking smile.” In the end, Chet offered me a good deal for the first six months and I signed up on the spot. It was worth it for the tour. I expected never to see him again, but in actuality, I would occasionally see him working out, those asscheeks on the treadmill going back and forth at mach speed. I would time my machine use to ensure I was behind him for a good long stare. I think he had to know, and my guess is that he didn’t care.

I left in time to get to yoga and I decided in the end to go, girlfriend or not. I retrieved my mat from the backseat and headed in. I got my blocks and saw Matt and the girl walk in together. He stopped her and said hi to me. I went over, “hey this is my girlfriend Christy.” I said, “hi Christy, I’m Glen.” Matt breathed a sigh of relief because he didn’t know my name, and I almost wondered if he used her to get it. She smiled and said, “hi there, it’s real nice meetin’ you,” with a very thick, very southern drawl. I said, “likewise, it has been good to meet folks at yoga, I’m new and it can be intimidating.” She nodded, “yeah, Matty here needs to go more often because he works out and his muscles get tight and all.” I looked over and Matt’s eyes were twinkling. I nodded, “yeah, I reckon they do. Well, have a good practice,” I said, walking back to my mat. “You too,” she said, walking over to get blocks. Matt looked back at me and winked. I nodded, and started setting up my space. They ended up setting up right in front of me, with Matt’s and my mats in perfect alignment.

The class began, and I tried to focus on the movements, but I would look over and see Matt’s ass jutting outward as he was bending and I had a flashback of my finger digging in there all sweaty and slimy, and my cock started stirring with the thoughts. I wondered if he was feeling it too. We got into one of those body positions going one way and head and shoulders facing the other, and got a glimpse of his bulge without catching his girlfriend’s gaze, and I could see a definite heft in his shorts. It wasn’t as distinct as Wednesday nights, but he was feeling something down there in the twisting and holding we were doing together. By the time I got to shavasana I was really getting horny. I needed to either jack off or jet before it got more tense for me. We finished, and I grabbed my blocks and sped over to the shelf. I got my shoes on quickly as Matt and Christy were still getting themselves off their mats. I waved as I headed out of the practice room, and I went into the bathroom to calm down. And wait and see if he joined me or not. I looked behind me and the stall was empty. And the handicapped stall was also open as well. Hm, it looked roomy enough.

Low and behold, a few minutes later Matt walked through the door and sauntered up next to me. He whispered, “I can’t stay long, but I figured you raced out to wait for me here.” I smiled. He pulled down his shorts and his hard on sprang out. I reached over and started stroking him. He said, I won’t be able to come. I motioned over to the handicapped stall and we both went in. I sat on the commode and took his cock into my mouth and it jumped when it hit my tongue. I started slurping on it quickly and gently, and he got hard really quickly. I reached down and pulled gently at his balls, caressing the sides of the sack and the hair in the cracks where the legs bend. I found his asshole back behind his taint, and started to press in again with his cock in my mouth. He got harder and harder as his cock stretched deeper in my mouth with every flex. I took his entire length down my throat and he grabbed my head and started to facefuck me.

It was slow and deliberate, but he started to thrust more quickly as we got into a rhythm. I was slurpring with spit dribbling out the sides of my mouth as that meat log got stiffer sliding in and out of my lips. I pressed my finger into his hole and got to the second knuckle. He was so sweaty back there, the yoga priming him for my finger. He started to thrust faster and faster, and with more force, I felt my head jerk back as his balls found my chin. I was slurping, and he was slapping faster and faster and then he slammed his cock in hard and let out a moan as he shot wad after wad of warm sticky cum down my throat and around my mouth. I felt his cock jump in my mouth as he shook from his orgasm. He held my head onto his lap for about a minute as his cock continued to spasm and shoot. He leaned down and got a piece of toilet paper and wiped my spit and his cum off of his cock. He leaned down and whispered, “thanks,” and gave me a soft kiss of my lips. No tongue, just a peck but those lips were so soft so amazing. I was still electrified. “See you around Glen,” he whispered as he left the stall.

I put myself together and walked out soon after with my yoga mat in my arms. I saw Matt and Christy at the door, and she and he were talking. They both waved at me and I waved back still dazed from the facefucking I had just received. I walked back to my car and thought, I gotta get my cock off soon. I headed back to the gym I just joined and entered my code. The door opened and I went in. I took a deep breath and decided to just ease into a workout and let my cock and my body just calm down. I found the water fountain and filled up a water bottle I had brought. I grabbed a towel from their rack and started on the elliptical. There was one other guy that emerged from the locker room in the meanwhile. He was fifties or so, salt and pepper hair, glasses and a mustache more salt than pepper. He was lifting aimlessly, like he wasn’t sure what to do, or how involved he needed to get.

I was about fifteen minutes into shuffling on the elliptical and I was starting to feel more focused on the workout and less on the Matt cock. I figured I’d do a little more then I would lift. I watched the other guy lift a little here and there and I couldn’t really focus on him and what I was doing. I stopped at twenty minutes and wiped down the machine. I moved over to the lat machine and pulled down the bar as I sat. I looked over at my compatriot facing me with the shoulder press. I looked down and he had spread his legs open, and I saw a flash of flesh, a ball that was sneaking out of the leg hole of his shorts. I looked back at his face and his eyes were closed as he pressed upward, and I returned to my lats as I completed my set. Maybe he was clueless. Some guys are. I moved to the chest press and laid down to start. I saw him walk by and I got a quick glance at his bulge, that seemed to be a little fuller than what I saw before. He sat across from me again at a bench with some dumbbells to do curls. I decided to throw caution to the wind and opened my legs a little further. I felt the air rush up my inner thighs, and my balls slid out of my boxers, and I was hoping I was giving him a view too.

I sat up afterward and he was still curling his last few reps. But clearly looking my way. Our eyes met and he dropped his gaze to the mat as he finished and set the dumbbells down. I finished my sets and he and I continued to mill about the weights area. After about an hour of working out, I headed to the locker room. It was quiet, with only me there for a bit. I disrobed and headed for the shower. I had my eyes closed when I heard another shower start behind me. I played it cool as I soaped up my ass and legs, and then turned around. I saw him with his back to me. A flabby ass, and shorter than myself, but not too much. Hairy legs, which I knew from earlier, and his calves were thick as well as his thighs. He had been a lifter at some point. I soaped up my chest and then my crotch. As I pulled on my cock, he sprang back to life. I wasn’t sure it was going to be that kind of a shower, until he turned around to rinse off his hair. In front of me was a thick cock, easily nine inches, dwarfing me by a couple of inches, and pointing directly at me, rock hard. I think he was flexing it to have it bounce up and down in front of me, teasing me.

My cock suddenly got even thicker and curved up to point back at him. I got some soap on my hands and faked washing my cock as I started to jack off in front of him. He too joined me in the motions and we started jack in unison. I was going to move toward him but the water was warm, and he and I seemed to be content where we were. We continued to jack for a while and he stopped and turned back around to wash his face, and rinsed off the suds around his cock. I turned around too and finished up. I saw him head over to the racks with the towels, and I turned off my faucet and followed. He turned to me as he was bending over to dry off his calves and he said, “hey, you seem new here.” I nodded as I flashed him my cock still rock hard from the floor show. “Yeah, I just signed up today.” He nodded and then put his towel on his head to dry his hair and to show me his thick man meat up close and more personal. My face was inches from the cock head and I saw him flare the head as his cock bounced up to greet me.

I stood up and dried my back and ass while he continued to talk. “I’ve been coming here for a while. Good to get out of the house for a while away from the wife and kids.” I nodded and said, “yeah, I needed to get back into a routine. I’ve been taking up running of late with a league and I’m a little out of shape.” He looked over at me and said, “well, I disagree, you look pretty good to me.” I smiled and said, “well, looking good and moving good are two very different things. Say, is there a steam room or anything here?” He looked over and shook his head. “Nah, they were worried about liability with the place being self serve as you can see. Just pump and run.” He winked at me. I grinned. “Well, you look like you need to pump a few more things before you run.” He chuckled. “I wish I could, but I have grill duty back at the ranch in a few. I’m usually here on Sundays about this time. I come after church. Maybe I’ll see you around.” I smiled and said, “great, I’ll keep that in mind.” He leaned over still naked and hard and extended his hand. “I’m Tom.” I met his hand and shook it firmly. “Glen, nice to meet you.” He smiled, “likewise.”

He reached over and caressed my cock a bit. “Nice to meet you too, little man.” I was a bit surprised at his directness, and the ‘little man’ comment was weird. I reached over at felt his manhood though as well. It was warm and firm, and thick in my hand. I really wanted to kneel down and swallow, but it was a first meeting and I wasn’t sure of the new surroundings, and whether it was so self serving or not. I let him drop and we walked back to the lockers. We got dressed in silence and he waved as he left before me. I finished up and combed my hair, in my own cavernous bathroom. I took a good look at me, freshly washed and worked out. I was looking pretty good for a man that just got dumped a couple of weeks ago. And I was starting to realize my sexual attractiveness back on the dating scene, even if most of the interest was from guys who were already encumbered.