It was hot and I've been running for about forty minutes and had passed several hot guys coming the opposite way. I decided to slow to a walk and allow the sweat running down my chest to cool me, so I took off my shirt. Why not? I worked hard on my body and I was comfortable showing it off when possible.
I rounded a corner of the trail, heading back towards the trees. The shade would help me cool down faster. As I used my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face and chest, I saw another jogger coming towards me. Someone I hadn't seen before.
He looked taller than me, which, at six foot six, would have been rare. But he was built better than me. At least in my opinion. I range from two hundred to two hundred twenty pounds, dark red hair, blue eyes (typical ginger but I was OK with it,) hairy chest with a smart dark red treasure trail and closely cropped beard. This guy was a bit taller, probably around two hundred fifty of muscle but covered in a nice layer of meat (which I LOVE!), brown hair and just enough chest hair to be visible when wet. He was wearing sun glasses and a hat so I couldn't see much else which allowed my imagination to run free with what I didn't know.
I wore running shorts but I always ran with tight boxer briefs as I didn't want much junk to flop around. Not because I was shy about it - far from it. I just didn't want to hurt myself as I had done in the past. This guy...this guy didn't seem to care as I saw his little piece of meat sticking straight out and his balls swinging back and forth.
As I walked towards the end of the trail, he slowed his run as he approached and smiled.
"Hey man, how long does this trail do?" he asked without being our of breath.
"Three miles this way, but it circles back to the Coyote Trail for another five miles if you go left at the fork" I replied pointing towards that direction.
"Thanks friend" he replied, his wording I thought odd. "You run here much?" he asked, as we both came to a stop.
"Couple times a week" I admitted. "I haven't seen you here before - this a new area for ya'?" I asked trying figure him out, as my gaydar was ringing like a stuck bell.
"Yeah. Just move here. Brett!" he said as he stuck his hand out.
"Kyle" I said as we shook hands.
"You done running this trail today?" he inquired.
"Yeah.." I said half heartedly. "I've been here about forty-five minutes already. And it's hot today" I answered.
"Yeah. I see you're sweaty so I figured you must have been here for a while" he said as he looked my up and down. "It must be hot if a slim and trim guy like you is sweating!"
"Well I have to stay fit" I said proudly.
"Don't we all. I'd be five hundred pounds if I didn't exercise. I like to eat too much!" he said with a smile.
"Me too!" I said with a smile.
"Well, if you ever need a running partner, or whatever, let me know" he offered as he removed his classes and offered a smile that could melt the hardest heart. I felt my dick plump up a bit.
"Well, I could go for a while longer I suppose" I said as I turned around and headed his same direction. I started running the trail again, right next to him. I noticed his breathing never picked up my even though he weighed more than me.
"I gotta' take a rest man" I said about twenty minutes in. We ran to the closest bench and slowed. I was, once again, drenched in sweat. My shirt was already soaked from before. My chest hair and treasure trail was plastered to my skin as I walked around the bench. Brett sat down.
"How are you not sweating!?" I asked with a small laugh. "You must be in incredible shape" I said between breaths.