From Buddy to Hubby

My life sounded like a country song. My girlfriend Jenna had left me for another man a few months ago. She had left with our dog, Tchoupi. And since last week, I was officially unemployed. I had worked for the same marketing company for ten years. There was a lot of financial pressure on the business recently, and my boss had to make difficult cuts.

I was lost. I spent my days binging series and watching porn. Sometimes, I'd surprise myself with a drink or a joint before lunch. My whole schedule was upside down. The only normal part of my life, the only thing I was not going to change, was my daily run.

For the past three years, I have run every single day. Some of those runs had to take place indoors because of our difficult winters, but I still managed to get the mileage in thanks to my good old treadmill.

I log all my runs on an app. One of the best things about this is the extra motivation that I get when other runners encourage me, give me thumbs ups, challenge me to be a better runner.

Over the past few months, one of those athletes seemed to take more and more interest in my training and adventures. Joey loved all of my posts, and often added comments, such as ''Good job!'' or ''Wow, keep it up buddy!''. It was nice, and it truly felt genuine.

One day, after one of my runs, Joey sent me a direct message on the app.

''Hey Liam! I'm so inspired by your training. You have really pushed me to run faster and longer. Would you like to train together someday?''

I was surprised, but happy to have a potential training buddy. Running long distances alone can get very lonely, especially in difficult weather conditions. You constantly have to fight a mental battle. And when you feel pain somewhere, it's hard to not focus on it.

''Hey Joey. First, thanks for encouraging me over the past few months. It really has made a difference. I'd love to run with you. I know you also live in Montréal, but I don't think we're in the same area. Where and when would you like to meet?''

''Cool! Thanks Liam! How about we meet at Parc du Mont Royal next Saturday. 8 a.m. work for you?''

''Yeah, absolutely! What distance do you have in mind Joey?''

''I was thinking 20-ish. Good with that?''

''Yep!''

''All right, then it's a date! See you at 8 at the main gate.''

''Sounds good Joey, thanks so much for the invite.''

That would be fun. Meeting someone new, and having someone by my side to push me during my training.

My goal was to step it up a notch over the following months. I wanted to run a marathon somewhere in the province of Québec that would give me the opportunity to qualify for the Boston Marathon. It was no small task, and I knew that I would have to put a lot of time and energy in my training.

The week went by fast, and I continued my regular training. Everyday, Joey would react to my running logs, with thumbs ups and hearts, and I did the same thing for him.

When Saturday morning arrived, I headed to the park and waited for him at the main gate. He arrived at 7:55. Joey was a Black man, and he was taller than me. Maybe 6'3. He also had a larger frame, and I could tell right away that he was probably a gym buff.

He came up to me with a large smile on his face.

''Liam, so happy to finally meet you!''

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, giving me a big friendly hug.

''Yeah, I'm really happy to meet you too Joey! It will be great to train with someone else.''

I felt so small beside him. I was 5'7, 155 pounds. I really had the frame of a runner. Cardio was my thing, and I didn't spend too much time at the gym.

We started running and we were able to maintain about the same pace. I was surprised, because Joey was much bigger than me. But he also had a bigger stride, so that might explain why he was so fast.

During our run, we chatted about everything and anything. Joey was a sales rep for a sporting goods company. He travelled a lot for his work. He was single and lived alone. When I asked him about his status, he was a little big vague, which made me doubt: was he gay?

I explained that I had recently lost my position with a marketing company, that I was currently living off my severance package, and that I was hoping to land another job soon. I also told him about Jenna. I explained how I had found it difficult to suddenly live alone, and that my situation sometimes brought me to drink or smoke a little bit more, which, of course, didn't go well with my training goals.

Joey was a great listener. He gave careful attention to my life story, and I didn't feel judged at all. He was also an awesome motivator. During our run, he pushed me many times, helping me end our 23 kilometer run with my best pace ever. We were both very sweaty, but I was really happy with our conversation and tempo, and I was especially happy that I had just made a new friend who shared a similar passion for running.

I gave him a high-five.

''Good job, Joey!''

Joey's large hand hit mine, but he grabbed it and brought me closer to him, giving me a huge hug.

''Great run my friend! You did amazing!''

His hug felt very friendly. But I couldn't help but feel the huge bulge in his running shorts. I didn't say anything, of course, but I wondered if his cock was hard or not.

''You run very fast for a petite figure, Liam. You really surprised me today. I thought I was going to outrun you.''

He laughed, and I blushed.

''Yeah, I know. I wish I was taller and had longer legs like you. But I think I'm doing pretty well for a smaller guy.''

''Yep! Anyways, I'm proud of you.''

''Thanks, Joey. Means a lot.''

''Hey give me your phone, buddy!''

I was surprised by his command, but gave him my phone. He took it in his large hand, and turned it towards me so facial recognition would open it. I then saw him type something.

''There, you have my number now. Please text me later on tonight. We can plan our running schedule. Sounds good? ''

''Yeah sure! I mean, I'm jobless and single, so your schedule is my schedule.''

He laughed.

''I'm around for the next few weeks. I'm going away next month. Business trip to California. But besides that, I'm available pretty much every morning or evening. Let's chat later and plan something.''

''Sounds good. Talk to you later Joey.''

''Bye Liam. Talk soon.''

We both smiled and went our separate ways.

The walk back home was about 30 minutes long, and my legs were dead.

When I arrived, I took a long shower. I started reflecting on my time with Joey, and how great it felt to be with someone positive who shared my interest for sports. And for some reason, out of the blue, I looked down at my cock. It was rock hard.

This really confused me. Why was my brain connecting a great time with a new friend with a sexual desire. I slowly started to stroke my 6 inch cock. I was picturing Jenna here with me in the shower. Our bodies pressed against each other. And then, a mental picture of me in Joey's arms popped up in my brain. I remembered how hard he hugged me. How my small white hand felt in his large black hand. I remembered his bulge. And I came. I shot a huge load all over my hand and some landed on one of the shower walls. What the fuck was happening to me?

Don't get me wrong. I have quite a few gay and bi friends, and I consider myself very open. But to this day, I had never really pictured myself with another man.

I tried to think about something else, got out of the shower, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen. I prepared a good healthy lunch, and decided to binge watch another series.

A few hours later, I decided to text Joey.

''Hey Joey! It was great this morning. Thanks again! When do you want to run again?''

''Hey Liam! Thanks for texting me. I was hoping I made a good first impression. How about tomorrow morning, 6 a.m.?''

''Yeah, that sounds great. Let's do that!''

''See you tomorrow at our spot!''

I was happy. I had a new buddy, and it kind of gave me a new purpose. I went on with my day, but couldn't help thinking about my hard on in the shower, and the fact that I had Joey in my mind when I shot my load.

I turned off the TV and decided to pour myself a glass of Canadian whiskey. And then another. And another. After about an hour, I was tipsy. I really enjoyed that initial drunken feeling. I decided to watch some porn.

After starting with my initial type of porn, I surprised myself typing these words in the search engine: ''Black dominant white submissive gay sex.'' My search immediately gave me many kinky options, and a simple look at the list of videos made me instantly hard. What the hell was I doing. I decided to shut down my laptop without watching one of the videos.

But my sudden desire would not go away. I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be with a man like Joey.

Still tipsy, I got my phone and sent him a text.

''Hey! It was really, really fun today by the way!''

He replied right away.

''Yeah, I know. You told me already, silly!''

''I know but I can't stop thinking about it.''

''What do you mean, Liam. Thinking about what?''

I hesitated. What was I doing? I might ruin this new friendship. I was drunk and confused. I didn't know what to say anymore. I wanted to get out of this situation.

''Hmm well how amazing our pace was!''

''Haha yeah ok. I'm sure you really, really enjoyed our pace!''

What had I done. He was probably going to block me, thinking I was crazy or something.

''I'm sorry I texted you. I'm a bit drunk, Joey.''

''Ah, I get it! Alcohol can sometimes act as a truth serum, did you know that? Are you trying to tell me something Liam?''

I didn't know what to tell him.

''Let me call you.''

All of a sudden, Joey was facetiming me.

''Hey Liam!''

''Hi Joey. Sorry I'm such a mess.''

''Don't worry about it. I find it kind of hot.''

''Really? I don't know what has gotten into me.''

''Seems pretty clear to me Liam. You enjoyed our time together and liked what you saw this morning.''

''But... I'm not... I mean... are you?''

''Am I gay? Good question Liam. I basically take what I want in life. Kind of like a hunter. I hunt my prey and always end up getting it. Honestly, I think I could do something nice with you.'' He laughed.

''Something nice? What... what do you mean?''

He laughed again.

''Let's save that for our next run, okay! You're drunk, my friend! Now try not think too much about BBC, ok?''

I blushed.

''Hmm ok, ok. I will, I won't I mean. I'll see you tomorrow.''

That was a first for me. Although everything was a little bit blurry because of the booze, I knew Joey had just flirted with me. I also knew that I had talked way too much. Why did I even open that door?

I needed to sleep it off. I decided to skip supper. I took another quick shower, two tylenols, and jumped in bed. I was hard again, but I decided not to touch my cock. I wanted to close my eyes, and wake up in the morning with a clear head.

I slept like a baby. My smartwatch woke me up at 4:45 a.m.. I needed some time to eat a good breakfast and have coffee if I wanted to be in top shape for our morning run. I had a headache. No surprise there. Too much booze, not enough water.

My morning prep was so slow that I decided to take public transportation to get to our meeting point. I arrived a 6:05. Joey was already there, stretching. He smiled as soon as he saw me.

''A little late, sleepy head!''

He started laughing.

''I'm so sorry, Joey. I definitely had too much to drink yesterday. My routine is a bit off this morning.''

He came closer and took me in his arms. He held me for about 10 seconds; long enough for me to notice, once again, Joey's huge bulge.

''All good, my friend! Ready to roll?''

''Yeah sure.''

He gave me a pat on the ass and smiled.

''Let's go, buddy!''

I giggled nervously and blushed immediately.

We started running and I quickly realized that I should have postponed. I was embarrassed about yesterday, but I was also struggling. Joey was outrunning me. I was out or breath and needed a break. Joey noticed and stopped.

''You good, buddy?''

I had a huge headache, and an upset stomach.

''I don't know, we might need to slow down Joey. Not my best morning, to be honest.''

He got behind me.

''Relax! You're tense.''

I felt him get closer to me. He pressed his body softly against my back, and I suddenly felt his strong hands. massaging my shoulders and my neck.

''How does this feel?''

It felt fucking amazing. But it was also weird. I didn't know what his intentions were, but I could feel the sexual tension in the air. On the other hand, this was by far the best massage I had ever had. I wasn't 100% sure, but I thought I felt his cock brush against my ass.

''I can keep going for a while if you want. You like it Liam?''

I was bright red.

''I really do Joey.''

''Then ask me to keep going?''

''Can you please continue massaging my neck and shoulders?''

''Why, my dear? Do you like strong manly hands? Do you like the power and force on your petite body?''

''Yes I do, Joey. It feels amazing.''

His face got closer, as he whispered in my left ear.

''Good, I'm happy you like it.''

I felt him press his body a little tighter against mine, and there's no doubt in my mind that I now felt his huge cock against my ass.

He suddenly stopped massaging me. He came around and smiled. I blushed again, realizing that he probably noticed the bulge in my running tights.

''We good, ready to roll buddy?''

I was frozen. He smiled and snapped his fingers.

''Hey, wake up! Time to roll my friend.''

''Yes, yes, you're right. Thanks for the massage. Let's roll!''

And he slapped my butt once again.

We started running again, and our pace was better than at the beginning. It wasn't great, but better. We chatted about training, nutrition, the effects of alcohol on our routine, and all sorts of things. It was as if nothing had happened.

We ended up only running for 15 kilometers. I wasn't really happy with my performance, and I realized that I would have to do better next time.

Joey once again gave me a big high-five, which once again ended with a huge bear hug.

''I really love spending time with you, Liam.''

''Me too, Joey! Sorry for not being a great running partner today. I have to stop drinking!''

''It's all good. Talking about drinking... Want to come to my place tonight?''

''Hmm well... what did you have in mind?''

''I was just thinking sushis and two buddies having a few drinks. See you at 7? I'll text you my address.''

He wasn't leaving me the option of saying no.

''Ok sure! Need me to bring anything?''

''Just that petite body, Liam!''

He laughed and put his large hand on my shoulder.

''I'm teasing you, I hope you're not offended.''

''No, no. All good!''

''Sounds good. Would you like me to get you rosé, or another type of drink?''

''I'm more a whiskey kind of guy, Joey!''

''Nah, I think you should drink rosé. I'll get you a bottle. All right, see you tonight!''

He hugged me again, before walking away. He turned around and caught me staring at him. He winked and smiled and was on his way.

I was harder than I had been in a while. And there was no way to hide it. Joey had seen it, no doubt in my mind. And what was tonight all about? Was I going on a date? I mean, he had given a few hints that he was into me, but I had never been in this kind of situation. Was I giving gay vibes?

I waited a few minutes for my erection to go away, and started walking back home. I didn't want someone to see me by myself, in the public park, with a huge erection. That could be creepy for someone.

When I got home, I went straight to bed. No shower. I was so tired. And I fell asleep instantly, with, once again, a huge hard on.

I woke up 3 hours later. I was feeling much better.

I got out of bed, and headed straight to the shower. My cock was still as hard as a rock. I didn't want to touch it, because I was trying to forget what had caused it to be so hard, or who had caused it to be so hard: Joey. I was clearly in denial.

After my shower, I got dressed and decided to go out. I went for a quick breakfast and latté at my favorite Café, I bought new perfume, a new shirt and a new pair of jeans at the mall, and ended up getting a new pair of sneakers at a shoe store close to my place.

I hadn't texted or called Joey all day, and I was actually considering not going to his place. I had fun with him and we really connected. But I just wasn't able to read him properly, and I didn't know what to expect.

I decided to text him.

''Hey Joey! I probably won't be able to make it tonight. I hope that's ok with you.''

His reply came instantly.

''Hi Liam. Don't be silly. I'll see you at 7.''

How was I supposed to respond to that?

''Hmm ok. See you later!''

I didn't understand how Joey was able to manipulate or control me that way. When he spoke to me or texted me, I felt compelled to do exactly as he said.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about how my evening at Joey's place would go. I was nervous about it, but I decided that I wouldn't stress too much about it. If I felt uncomfortable, I always had the opportunity to leave.

Before leaving the house, I took another shower, put my new clothes, shoes and perfume on, and headed to Joey's place. I arrived right on time.

Joey had an older house in a very nice neighborhood of Montréal. I knocked on the door, and heard his footsteps on the other side. I was greeted with a huge smile, and, of course, a big strong hug. Joey was well dressed, and had his apron on.

''Hey Liam! C'mon in! As you can see, I decided to prepare my own sushis instead of ordering out. Your rosé is waiting for you!''

''Thanks Joey.''

I followed him inside. The house was very well decorated, and everything was extra neat. The table was already set, and everything was perfectly placed. Joey led me to the living room, and invited me to sit down. He handed me a glass of rosé.

''Cheers, my friend! I'm so happy that we have met! We have so much in common, and I'm very grateful for the opportunity to have you here with me tonight.''

''That's very nice of you to say, Joey. Thanks for inviting me.''

Joey sat down in the other chair. We started talking about my job search, about our common athletic goals, and about our love lives. By this time, I was already on glass number 3. Joey was very good at noticing my empty glass, and would fill it up right away.

Joey noticed that I was getting a little tipsy.

''Liam, tell me. Have you ever been with a man? Sexually?''

I blushed.

''No, Joey. I'm not gay.''

''I think you are, actually. I'm pretty good at reading people. I noticed how you look at my bulge. I also noticed how hard you got when I was touching you. Don't you think it's dishonest to tell me that you're not gay if you haven't even considered how attracted you are to me?''

He was going there. My mind started thinking about an exit strategy. Maybe I could fake an emergency? An allergy to the rosé? He noticed how uncomfortable I was, but he continued.

''Have you ever pictured yourself as a wife?''

Wowza! This was going in some kind of weird direction. I laughed nervously. Joey stood up and filled up my glass one more time.

''Are you just teasing me, Joey? I mean, I know I'm smaller than you, but you're just kidding right?''

He smiled.

''Not really Liam. Let me be blunt. As soon as I saw you, I knew I would have this effect on you. I think that deep inside, you crave the control. You crave for me to take control of you. And the only way that's gonna happen is if you are transformed into my little wifey.''

I didn't know what to say, and was wondering if Joey was just playing with me.

''I kind of feel uncomfortable. Maybe we can talk about something else?''