I looked over at the alarm clock. 2:20 AM and still no sleep. I had been tossing and turning all night. I was still angry at my girlfriend, Well I guess she's my ex now. Last night she insisted we get married or it was over. We got along great and the sex was amazing. She couldn't understand I wasn't ready, I just wanted to enjoy what we had.
Since I couldn't sleep, I decided I would get up and go for an early run. I loved to run on an old rail bed that had been converted into a trail that runs through a forested area near town. I knew I would have it all to myself this early. It was still chilly out so I put on some running tights, a quarter zip and my favorite running shoes and drove over to the trail. I was right. I was the first and only car in the parking lot.
It felt great to run in the silence of the crisp morning. I was pushing my pace and had run four miles before I knew it. I was winded and stopped and put my hands on my knees to catch my breath before turning around for the run back. Just then I heard footsteps approaching from my rear and heard a man's voice.
"You advertising that nice ass!"
I realized I was giving him a nice view of my ass as I was leaned over, my butt sticking out, and my tights like a second skin on my trim ass and strong legs. I stood up and turned to see a man slowing to a walk as he approached. He was a couple of inches taller than my 5 foot 10 frame, more muscular than my lean swimmers build, with short dark hair. Handsome by all counts. Then my eyes were drawn by movement to his crotch, it was his cock, which was swinging in his short silkies running shorts with each step he took. It looked huge. I continued to watch it swing back and forth as he walked up so close I could feel his breath on my face. I looked up into his deep blue eyes.
He spoke "I asked you a question, are you advertising that nice ass of yours?"
"No, I was just catching my breath before I run back to the car."
We continued to stare into each other's eyes, neither looking away. There was a connection being made that I didn't understand. He asked "I saw how you couldn't keep your eyes off my cock. You like cock, don't you? You want to see it, touch it, suck it, don't you?"
"No, I'm not that way. I'm not into men."
I couldn't look away from his hypnotic eyes. I felt him grab my hand and pull it towards him. I meekly resisted and soon felt him put my hand on his cock. I instinctively squeezed it through his shorts.
"I've never touched another man before."
"Now you have."
I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. I felt him pulling his shorts down and I released his cock long enough to allow his shorts to be lowered and again grabbed his freed cock. I could feel it's heat. I began to stroke it as it grew in my hand. It had to be at least two inches longer than my six inches, and was thicker. I wanted to look down at it, but couldn't break his gaze.
"You want to see it, you want to suck it, don't you?"
"No! ...... I'm not gay! ......Not here! ........What if someone comes by?"
"When I saw you I was hoping you were gay. I really need a blow job this morning. It's been a long time since I've had a man give me a real blow job." He put his hands on my shoulders and started pushing me down. "We're all alone way out here. I really need to feel a man's wet, hot mouth sucking on my cock. You know you want to do this."
And there I was, for the first time in my life, on my knees with a beautiful cock in my hand, inches from my face. As I stroked it, it was as if I was pulling it to my mouth. Each stroke pulling it closer than the last until it was touching my lips. I didn't know what was happening, but I reached out with my tongue and started licking around the head. I was amazed by it's velvet softness, yet it was hard as a rock. Before I knew it I had the head in my mouth, sucking on it as I stroked the shaft up and down with my hand, doing what I liked to have done to me. I thought this felt so natural and wondered why I had never done this before. I was slowly taking more of his length into my mouth and was getting lost on his amazing cock. The taste, the smell, the texture was captivating. It felt like it belonged in my mouth as it slid in and out. I tongued the bottom as it moved, sucking on it, and it made me feel so alive.
He shattered the moment, "I knew you were a cock sucker the moment I saw you, the way you stuck your ass out and the way you stared at my cock. Keep sucking. I'm going to feed you a big load."
I held onto his cock, but took it out of my mouth, looking up at him, into those deep blue eyes. "You have the wrong idea. I've never done this before. I'm not a cock sucker." As I gazed into his eyes I realized I was continuing to stroke his big cock and wanted it back in my mouth.
He looked down at me and smiled. "You are on your knees in the middle of nowhere sucking a man's cock, a man you have never seen before. Hell, you can't stop stroking it. You may not have realized it, but you are a cock sucker, and you love it, don't you?"
I looked back at his cock, wet, slick with my saliva and knew he was right. I rubbed the head back and forth on my lips, contemplating what he said. I couldn't bring myself to say that I loved sucking the cock that I was rubbing all over my lips and face. My answer was to take his cock back into my mouth and suck him like I loved what I was doing, because I realized that I did. I loved it's smooth firmness when I rubbed it on my cheek and inhaled the sweaty aroma of his crotch. I moved it in and out of my mouth, taking it deeper, wondering what it would be like for him to shoot his load in my mouth and looking forward to making him cum and tasting his load. I couldn't believe the excitement that I was feeling! My cock was straining in my tights, needing attention, but I was focused exclusively on his cock and bringing him to orgasm.
He started moving his hips, slowly humping my face. I let him take control of the pace which he was slowly increasing. I heard him start to moan that he was getting close. I increased my suction and tongue pressure and moaned on his cock, letting him know I was enjoying it, too. He suddenly stopped and his body became rigid. His cock started jerking in my mouth. I continued sucking slowly, tasting his cum as he unloaded in my mouth. It had a different, but pleasant taste. I immediately liked it. I worked his cock in and out slowly a couple more times draining him of every last drop. He pulled his cock out and stuffed it back into his shorts.
I stood and again was staring into his eyes, drawn to his presence, searching for something in those deep blue eyes, but what? Acceptance? A kiss?
He spoke "That was one great blowjob. Are you sure this was your first time?"
"Yes, and I still can't believe I did that. I'm not gay and have never thought about doing that before."
"You are one hell of a cock sucker. I don't care if you are gay or not, but you must be gay to love sucking cock like you just sucked mine. Once I fuck that sweet ass of yours we'll know for sure. Let's run back to the cars and you can follow me to my place. My wife is out of town this week. I'm betting you will like getting fucked just as much as you love sucking cock."
I stared into his eyes and struggled with what to say. I wanted to shout Hell No!, but couldn't get it out. I was thinking about what he said. What if he was right? I took off running at a fast pace and hoped he wouldn't be able to keep up.