Looked myself in the mirror. A 5'11'' jock who just graduated college, trying to get a hold of myself and find. myself. I recently left my boyfriend to seek a job in this new town. It was just before summer and the weather was perfect, warm enough to break out the running shorts. Paired with a lightweight Nike running shirt and a running hat. Short brown hair barely peaking out of the hat and soft toned muscles. Nothing that needed a daily workout to sculpt but my metabolism has just never caught up to me. I decided to take a jog to take my mind off of things, it helped me get through these stressful days of job hunting in this new city.
I didn't quite know where I was running but, as long as my feet were moving I didn't care. Starting off my run I realized how long it's been awhile. Nothing like starting to get the blood pumping for your brain to realize it. The masculine aroma I was starting to emit in the air needed no cologne cover. I was wearing an ass less jock underneath my shorts, which was what I always wore when feeling a little frisky. My small running shorts helped me feel a nice breeze, starting to sweat I decided to remove my shirt. I tucked it in the back of my shorts and giggled as I imagined myself as the cute quarterback of the high school football team.
Starting off my run it was dusk, not dark but a beautiful orange skyline lit the evening horizon. Off the path it would be dark enough to not notice someone unless you were really looking. I took a path going west of the house on a nearby running path I quickly found to be scarcely occupied except for the occasional avid runner. I was in the zone. A light jog really starts the feeling of being free and loose. I could start feeling the sweat and my recently shaved body was starting to act like a naturally oiled machine. I could feel my muscular ass cheeks sliding against each other longing for the space in between to be occupied.
The forest path was winding along when I noticed my first stranger in the distance. I slowed my pace to make sure I got a full view. It seemed to be a well statured, in shape, toned, muscular, large, dark-haired, tanned man jogging toward me. As we passed it felt like time slowed. I bit my bottom lip and gave him a big wink and a wry smile. He slowed. My heart started racing. Feeling flooded away from my extremities. Our eyes met. A slight vibration was set off along my skeletal system and I felt myself empty of all oxygen. All of a sudden I was stopped in the middle of a running path, stopped dead in my tracks by this model of a man. I backed up a few paces as he said,
"Well hello there, I haven't seen you around these trails before, the name is Jax"
Barely finding words I muttered,
"Oh, umm, yeah..."
That was all the talking that needed to be done, I found myself cock to cock with Jax in a moment of pure madness. A split second of pure bliss. Nothing else mattered in the world besides this moment, right now, right here.
This madness was nothing short of heavenly as my primal instincts took over. He grabbed my 5in (6 on a good day of course) member and I froze. Really? Here? Now? Talk about getting right to the point. He wasted no time, the blood barely even had reached my cock before he did.
It was a dream I prayed I was not going to wake from. His firm grasp on my cock aroused me so fast I was hard in a matter of seconds. A symphony of orgasmic waves washed over me. Back to reality, I then reciprocated and grabbed his cock in an upward soft scoop and was not prepared for what I felt. The 8in monster on the end of my grasp. For a split second I thought I was grabbing leg. It never ended as I ran my hand along and down. I felt every vein, every inch, I wanted to savor every second. I felt my heart beat to of my chest and had to swallow the saliva that was building up in my mouth.
