**I had been watching a strikingly good looking man running the same time I was every morning as described in Sunrise Fantasy - Ch. 01**​​
Josh Striker interrupted his morning workout, kindly helping me back to my car, my ankle in obvious distress due to a severe sprain from planting on uneven ground. It was a good 1/2 mile back and it took 15 minutes with him under my right arm. He waved off a couple people offering assistance, and I noticed he smelled amazing, under my arm helping me back to the trail head where I was parked.
"You should see someone at urgent care," Josh said lowering me into the driver's seat, and then reached into the lining of his running pants and pulled out a business card. "Here, call me after you getting it looked at, I assume you're training for something and I'd like to help you get going again."
It read - "Josh Striker - Athletes in Action Physical Therapy" and had all the pertinent information.
"If they don't recommend physical therapy, stop by regardless as I can get a referral in through our office," Josh said.
I went on to explain the IMT 1/2 Marathon and when it was, he was very familiar with the race and again promoted his therapy sessions.
"You're out here every day, are you training for something?" I had asked him previously while he helped me hobble to my car.
"I do triathlons now, gave up totally road racing five years ago," Josh said, my driver's door now closed. "My wife and I are on a team, I train in the morning and she trains in the evening."
I was now looking up at him through the open door, the sun was so high now, the beautiful sunrise heating the 40 degree day perfectly. His eyes were perfection, skin around his short beard, tan from being outside, lips full, his teeth pure white.
We both adorned wedding bands, and were now bidding each other goodbye and I concluded with, "I'll be in touch for sure."
He held my glance and gave me a smile and thumbs up, I saw an outline of his penis in his pants before his body turned and he jogged off down the path. My cock bristled in my shorts, the image of being on my knees before him came back.
I had ignored my experiences with men for so long, cast them aside as "kinks" or "had too much to drink" thoughts. I can honestly say after my 1st college experience - taking my roommate Jamis Justice's cock in my mouth one night late spring my freshman year - I hadn't given it a thought with anyone else.
When you think about it, when else in life are you randomly paired with another man to live together than college or maybe military (well short of going to jail).
We bored, drinking and were talking in late April, everyone else we knew gone for the weekend and sex came up. We were talking blow jobs and he admitted, without hesitation, that he felt a man gave better head than a woman.
"It doesn't hurt that mines, well, bigger," Jamis said.
"I'm pretty average," I said and he quickly asked if I wanted to compare.
My reply was "sure."
My cock was swelling in our dorm room, adorned with music and sports posters, talking sex, it exploded to full erectness when Jamis undid his shorts and pulled them down. It was a good 8 inches plus and visibly thick. I pulled my shorts down showing my 6", averageness to him.
He gestured down to it, still growing, and without hesitation I was on my knees in front of it, placing my fingers around the shaft. I slide it back and forth as he moved to me, I looked up to see his smile wide.
I had chatted online so many times about this experience, my lips around his head then mimicking what my girlfriend at the time loved to do and trace her tongue around the edge. It didn't fit well and I had no experience pushing it further into my throat, though I tried to an uncomfortable level.
I began to stroke him and play with his balls, back then hairy as fuck, large in my hand, my fingers playing with them. I looked up to see his eyes closed, my mouth straining to fit him inside.
He eased down onto the bed, sitting there as I crawled to his lap. "Swallow it please" he asked and his hand began stroking, my mouth stayed on the upper part of his cock. He stroked faster and faster, my mouth sucked and slid clumsily until he let go and with both hands forced me down on it as far as he could push me.
I felt the rush of cum and I closed my lips around the shaft. It shot up into my throat before running down his length, coating my tongue and everything inside. I struggled to keep it all in, trying to collect it all, pulling up and gulping down what was in my cheeks. Some had spilled out on my lip and I looked down to see some drizzling white against his dark flesh.
"Get the rest," he commanded and I bobbed down slurping once, twice, three more times as it rose from his thick head at the tip. "Very good."
I took his cock in my mouth that night and a couple times a week after that until we went our separate ways in May, him transferring out of state before the start of the next year. He never took mine in his mouth, though I took some pride in being his "mouth".
He would call from the bars and ask, "Is my mouth ready?"
I would end up just jacking it as he cleaned up and got ready for bed, smiling as I moaned with each orgasm.
After my Freshman year, and that brief offramp into cock sucking, I went back to my heterosexual bubble, met Melanie, was married, had kids and began my career.
Now, 57 years old, nearing retirement, still active, our kids out of the house in school, I'd began to frequent bicurious blogs, chat rooms, read and write erotic stories. My mind began playing these fantasy scenarios out into real life, projecting a lot of "what ifs" from my every day into my writing. I also began to look for opportunities day to day.
I was hoping my runner fantasy, which was still just in my head and not written, was about to take me to the next level of writing while enacting.
I finally made it to urgent care, my ankle swelling and telling me it hurt each time I hit the gas or the brake while I drove there. They examined me and sure as shit I had a 2nd degree sprain on my right ankle. Lucky it was a lower sprain or my goal to run the IMT would have ended on that path, Josh Striker or no Josh Striker.
