Joe
Innocent? Sweet boy can’t get enough of his dominant man.
“Until the third evening I hadn’t really noticed him. But on the fourth I did, and by the end of an evening spent focused on his cock as it bounces in his shorts each time we pass each other, I’d not only noticed him but decided to have him.
“On the next evening we wave as if we are longstanding friends. He’s changed his circuit a little, or one of us is a little early or late, and we are running in time and close, instead of half a field distant and endlessly circling away from each other. It’s obvious our routines are similar. He seems to do ten laps against my twelve, and he has stopped and taken a park bench near the gate when I get close to him for the first time. The night is hot, though it is still golden evening late-summer light, and he is fine to the eye. He’s taken a tank top off and the hair on his chest has darkened into damp curls. He might be young but that’s a man’s chest: the fur is thick. It glows golden in this evening sun. His grey marl shorts are wet with sweat. His breathing is a little heavy, but whatever he’s at the university for, this was just a light workout for him, just as it is for me.”
