I always fantasized about being fucked in the middle of one of my runs and of course, I told you about that fantasy and you're well aware of my running schedule and usual routes. "A long one" means down your road. I love to run past your house just for the thrill of it. See your car in the driveway, imagine you fucking your wife and thinking of me. I imagine you looking out the window and seeing me run by and getting hard, thinking about pulling me into the bushes.
I pull my hair back and take off. I want to get there fast but I don't want to be a hot sweaty mess. Not yet anyway. I don't hear any notifications on my phone so I don't even know if you got the message, or maybe you don't care. I start to question whether this is a good idea when a car cuts me off and pulls right in front of me and I almost run into it. The passenger door opens and you yell "get in, now." You pull down an abandoned side street and pull your dick out of your pants and grab my head by the hair. "Suck it, slut. I need to cum down your throat."
I eagerly lower my face and take you deep into my mouth. I've longed for the taste of you since that day in the motel and I am feverishly taking in every scent and taste. You bring your hips up to meet my mouth and grind my face into your pelvis. You're cumming so hard straight back into my throat. I start to choke, both on the head of your dick blocking my airway and the large amount of cum building up in my throat.
You pull my head up and put your dick away. You smile and kiss me gently on the lips and say "get out." I step out of the car and you take off before the door is even shut. The ache between my legs from no release makes it difficult to run back home, not to mention the wetness between my legs. Yet, I walk back home with a smile on my face, oddly satisfied.