From: man2man@netcom.com
Subject: The Runner (M/M)

THE RUNNER    (M/M)

	It was a beautiful early Sunday morning in West LA. There was a
bright blue sky,
and the street was empty of traffic, as I sat on a bench waiting for my
bus. I glanced up
from my paperback frequently, to scan the welcome morning stillness. I
gazed up at the
apartment building across the street There on the second story, the blinds
were being
opened on a full length window overlooking the street directly across from
my bench. 

	Stepping to the window was a dark haired young man, who stretched
his arms and
stuck out his well tanned bare chest. He was wearing flesh colored tight
sweats which
ended at mid thigh giving the appearance of nakedness.  He looked great,
and I couldn't
take my eyes off him. He made a series of sideways poses flexing his arms
together over
his head that appeared to be for my benefit. Then he disappeared. 

	Seconds later the gate to his building opened, and there he was,
heading towards
me. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, and his abs rippled with his long
quick strides as
he crossed the street. When he was only a few feet away, I could see he
wasn't wearing
anything under his sweats, and I stared at the well defined bulge beween
his legs. 

	He stopped at the bench, merely nodding when I said "good
morning", and with
both hands on the other end of the bench, started doing stretching
exercises, spreading his
legs one by one, out and back, while pushing hard against the bench with
his hands. The
tautness in his arms, the tautness in his legs, the big bulge swaying
between his legs as he
strained from side to side turned me on, yet there was a fierceness about
him which scared
me. For, though he was absorbed in his exercise ritual, every so often he
looked at me
intently. Still nothing could stop me from being drawn to that marvelously
chiseled body,
he was like a warrior, and I had a front row seat. 

	Suddenly, he jumped up, glanced at his watch, and sprinted down
the street. The
thin fabric of his sweats had bunched in along the crack of his ass, and I
was treated to the
complete outline of his firm buttocks.  About a minute later he came
racing around the
block, and ran right by me, his unrestrained cock bouncing up and down.
His well tanned
torso glistening from sweat. When he came around again, he was running
flat out, his body
was soaked and his big cock was really flapping around. 

	Twice more he ran past me and then stopped right in front of the
bench.  His body
was drenched, giving it a shiny slickness. His chest heaved as he tried to
catch his breath.
The sweat running down his body had soaked his sweats, providing me with
the clear
outline of his cock. As his breath returned to normal, he began to stare
at me. He put his left
leg up on the bench right next to me and rubbed his crotch. My heart
started to pound, here
was this incredibly built athlete rubbing his cock practically in my face

	Then he whispered, "I saw the way you looked at me. Why don't you
come over my
place and have a real close look." I turned crimson. He just wanted me to
do him, and that
stung my pride. I replied sharply that I was waiting for my bus. He smiled
and said,"That's
too bad. I hate to waste this big load" all the while pulling on his now
growing cock. I
gripped the bench in my agitation. He was crude, but I couldn't take my
eyes off that cock.
He stood up and while waving his cock at me, said "I'll leave the gate
open, just in case
you change your mind." I couldn't bear it when he started walking away. I
wanted to scream
out for him to stop, that I would suck him off right on the street. But I
held back. 

	He appeared in the window completely naked. He paraded around with
his cock
sticking straight out, all the while looking at me. What a show! I forgot
about pride. How I
wanted to take that big cock in my mouth, while I ran my hands over that
great body. I got
up, crossed the street, and opened the gate. My heart started to pound
when I climbed the
stairs. 

	Nervously, I entered his apartment. There he stood, naked with his
cock pointing up
at me. Nothing was said. He just walked over and put his hands on my
shoulders pushing
me down. I went to my knees, my face right in front of his rigid cock. I
wanted to inspect it,
to caress it, to lick it, but I felt this impatient hand at the back of my
head, pulling me
forward to receive his cock. I opened my mouth and took it in. How warm it
was, how
rigid it was, how it throbbed. It was ready to explode. 

	He gripped the back of my head with both hands and started pushing
his cock
deeper into my mouth. He wanted to fuck my mouth, and my excitement grew.
I bowed my
head forward so I could receive him without gagging, and put my hands on
the back of his
thighs to steady myself. I could feel his sense of urgency as his thrusts
became deeper and
faster. I knelt there with my mouth wide open, my tongue lapping the
underside of his cock
as he pushed it against the back of my throat. I could feel his whole body
tense, and start to
spasm. He pulled out, then with a loud groan he drove his cock all the way
down my throat.
With my nose buried in his pubic hair, I felt his warm cum fill my throat.


	I pulled back so I could taste him on my tongue, all the while
running my hands over
his body. Outside, I heard my bus go by, but I was to busy sucking him dry
to care. I just
wanted to get him hard again and do anything he wanted. 

Bill
Gilsstorys@aol.com