The Run Pt. 04

The morning after his disastrous night with the ex wife, John was awakened by the ringing of his cellphone. He had a slight headache from the wine the night before but rolled over and looked at the screen. It was her. He remembered the night before when she had tried to arouse him by getting him to talk in detail about gay sex. How she had tried to get him to come home. John also remembered how he had literally run away from the situation.

For moment he thought about declining the call. But only for a moment. "I can't hide from her forever," he said out loud.

"Hello."

"Hey, Johnny." Sarah sounded like her usual self. "Weird night, huh?" Her tone was more casual tone that he was expecting.

"Yeah, listen - " John started seriously. He was going to let her down easy, he thought. He was going to tell her in no uncertain terms that he was gay. That she was beautiful and that she deserved to find someone who wanted her as much as she wanted him. She cut him off.

"Wait. I was pretty drunk last night. I know you're not going to come home. Honestly, I don't want you to. You're gay. I get that. You were gay when were best friends in college."

"Then why-"John started.

"I was just drunk and honestly, the guy I've been seeing wants to get serious and it freaked me out. That's it."

"Sorry." John didn't know what else to say.

"Whatever, I'm over it now. Bye." Sarah ended the call.

"Well that was easy," said John out loud to himself.

In the next few weeks John set about his usual routine. The alarm clock on his night stand went off at 5am and John would roll out of bed in his underwear to get ready for the gym. He preferred going to the gym in the morning. It was less crowded and that way he wouldn't have to do anything else after work.

This morning was just like any other. John brushed his teeth and packed a gym bag. He had to wear a suit and tie to work so he put those clothes on a hanger and carried those separately.

Walking in to the locker room John felt a familiar kind of concern. He always hoped that he would see something good but was equally terrified that he would stare too long and make someone uncomfortable. Since it was early, there was no one else in the locker room. He put his things away and walked out to the gym floor.

At this time of the morning most of the people at the gym were hard core lifters but there were a few of the more casual gym goers. There were a few good-looking guys but John had no idea if they were gay and didn't want to initiate any embarrassing situations. He set about his workout. It was tough, focusing on building muscle and sculpting his legs and butt. Now that John had a regular sex partner, he wanted to make sure he looked great naked.

Toward the end of his workout John found himself slightly annoyed by sounds coming from several feet behind him. As the grunting continued it was punctuated with the occasional "Yeah, YEAH!" or "COME ON!"

John turned around just in time to see a large man drop the dumbbells he had been curling and immediately start flexing in the mirror. John stifled a laugh as he walked past the man and headed to the locker room to shower. It was completely empty now but John realized that he was not at all worried about being seen as much as he worried about what he might see. As he stripped naked, he decided to take advantage of the solitude check himself out in the full length mirror in the locker room. John had wrapped his towel around his waist but turned around and let it hang to expose his buttocks. It was hard to get a good look but John looked back anyway to check himself out. As he looked over his shoulder he failed to notice when another person entered the locker room.

"I guess it ain't as funny when you do it in here." The loud burly man from earlier was sitting on a bench watching John.

"I uh, guess not," John said awkwardly, slightly mortified. For the first time John really looked at the man. He was a big, thickly muscled man and rugged with reddish brown hair. His voice was gravelly and deep. He reminded John of a Marine or an MMA fighter. The tone of voice was neither angry nor friendly. John wrapped his towel back around his waist and started to walk back to his locker.

"Don't stop on account of me." This man's demeanor confused John. He couldn't tell is this man was being facetious or not.

John turned back around to see that man had started to undress. He was standing and facing John in a way that seemed deliberate and challenging. He pulled his sleeveless shirt over his head to reveal a powerfully built upper body with a completely shaved barrel chest. He removed his shoes with his feet and then pulled down his shorts and underwear in one motion. John couldn't think of anything to say. He almost felt as if in turning away he would lose some kind of unknown challenge. John saw everything. As the man bent down to take off his socks his penis flopped from one thigh to the other. He was not shy at all and he had no reason to be. From what John could see he had a decent cock. The man turned around to put his dirty clothes into his locker and grab towel. His calves were a bit thin for man his size but his ass was muscular.

Instead of covering himself with his towel the man simply threw it over his shoulder and headed over to the showers, his flaccid penis dangling in out the open. John closed his locker and headed towards his own shower. The gym had individual shower stalls but before the man stepped into one he turned and again looked at John. John's heart skipped a beat. The man was looking him dead in the eye. He stopped at the edge of the shower. They were facing each other now. John wrapped in a towel, the other naked. The stranger cocked his head slightly to the shower before stepping in and leaving the curtain wide open.

John had been confused before but recognized this blatant invitation. He felt himself starting to get aroused. He took one tentative step in the occupied shower's direction. Then another. Before he realized it he was standing in front the burly stranger's shower. The water was running. John looked and saw the man in all his glory. He reached down touched himself. He was completely erect now and quite large. The way the man grabbed himself let John know what he wanted. It kind of reminded him of Pat. That thought pulled John out of his lustful stupor.

He stopped and thought for a moment. There were other people at the gym. Someone could walk in at any minute. Even behind a shower curtain they could still see two sets of legs underneath. What if they confronted him? What if they reported it? He remembered the humiliation he had felt after being caught in the act and exposed by Pat's wife.

"Not here." John said, suddenly distraught. "Not where we might get caught." He said the words more to himself that the man in the shower.

Then, "I'll do it, just somewhere else...anywhere else."

John turned away abruptly and ran into his own shower, his arousal smothered by the memory of having his entire neighborhood find out that he got caught on his knees. He washed himself and got dressed as quickly as he could and by the time the man emerged from his shower John was already headed toward the locker room exit.

"Hey," the man said, still naked as John approached the door. "Where?"

John was no longer in the mood. In fact sex was the last thing on his mind. But he still answered.

"My place. Sometime," and then he added, "I live by myself." Hoping that his last statement didn't sound and sad as he felt.

John walked out of the gym quickly without another word. As he started to drive he said to himself, "I almost did it...at the gym...in the shower."

He had fantasized about such things before but they were just that: fantasy. He realized that he wanted to keep it that way.

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Now John stood in his kitchen nervously. It was the end of long frantic week at work and he was ready to wind down. Normally, he would just have a few drinks and watch TV or listen to music while waiting to see if Leo might come over. Leo was a young, good looking black guy in with a great body who usually went out drinking with friends. Most weekends there would be a text from John or from Leo that lead to some great sex. But, earlier that week John had gotten some disappointing news that fueled the need for a new connection.

It was a Monday night and John lay in bed naked, tired, and a little sore but satisfied. He and Leo had been meeting up every once in a while for several months now and John felt a comfortable familiarity with Leo even though they both knew that it was only sexual. It was this knowledge that finally made John comfortable enough to give in to the curiosity he felt toward his younger sex partner.

John lay on his stomach in his bed, careful of his movements. The 25 year old top had left healthy amount of semen on John's lower back and he didn't want to get any on his sheets and have to change them. He looked over at Leo walking out of the bathroom wearing nothing but black ankle socks and a smile. His long, thick, and now flaccid dick flopping between his legs. John looked at the wicked scorpion tattoo on Leo's right upper arm. The color was a very dark blue, almost black in order to show up on Leo's dark brown skin.

"Hey, I was wondering," John started, "Does that tattoo mean anything or do you just like the design?"

"Oh, this?" Leo replied. "It's just my sign. I'm a Scorpio."

"Well that explains a lot," John said, still feeling the sting of their passionate encounter. "Man, you really know how to fuck."

Leo laughed. "Thanks I get that a lot." He said it with exaggerated shrug to let John know that he was kidding.

"I bet you do." John decided to venture a bit further. "So...how do you normally meet guys?"

"In front of liquor stores." Leo didn't miss a beat. He was referring to the night that they met. "But really it usually takes a while. You know there's the whole eye contact thing then one of us will strike some type of conversation. Maybe someone at the gym or a friend of a friend when we go out drinking. I have to be careful about fraternization though. What about you?"

"Me?" John thought about it. "Well, I was married to a woman from the time I was twenty-two until we got divorced a little over a year ago. So it was usually fairly infrequent. Still is actually. Except for you that is."

"Really? I'm finding that hard to believe. I mean, you seduced me pretty easily." Leo's facetiousness was another trait John enjoyed.

"Seduced you?" John thought about it. Although it wasn't entirely accurate he actually liked the idea that he had seduced hot young guy. "Well, I guess I did," he said with a little laugh.

"It actually doesn't happen often for me either. Not like this anyway. Too bad I'm leaving soon. Be nice to meet another guy like you at my next base."

This caught John slightly off guard. "Leaving soon?"

"Yea, I just got orders to go overseas," he explained.

"Anywhere dangerous?"

"Not really. I'm going to Turkey."

"I guess that's not too bad." John felt his disappointment growing. He had known that Leo was in the military but hadn't ever thought about him possibly leaving. John admitted to himself that he didn't really know Leo well enough to miss him terribly but he would definitely miss the sex. Not just the act itself but the how easy it all was. Usually they could just send a text, meet up, have their fun, and then part ways amicably. He didn't have to worry about anyone's wife finding out or one of them getting emotional. On top of that there was another positive. John never regretted having sex with Leo. He was able to let loose and let Leo have his way with him and not feel ashamed. Leo was a nice guy who was great in bed and never made John feel degraded like Pat had.

"So when do you leave?" John asked Leo as he pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs that had been discarded on the floor.

"About 6 months."

"Well," John said getting out of bed and walking confidently up to Leo to grab his crotch. "I guess I better get as much of this as I can before you leave."

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Now standing in his kitchen John checked his phone to read the latest text message, John again confirmed that he had a visitor on the way. After several minutes there was a ring at the door.

"Hey," John said opening the door to his large, burly guest. "Come in."

Underneath his sweatshirt he wore a loose t-shirt with the word "tapout" spread across the chess, flimsy blue basketball shorts that came down to the knee, and flip-flops. Dylan was his name. His reddish-brown hair was cut short and looked to be in his early forties. With his height and build John had the absurd thought that he looked like a modern day viking. John had had a short conversation with him at the gym earlier that week and had given him his number. Now this new man walked right out of John's fantasies and through the front door, following John into the kitchen.

"Nice place," was all he said in his low gravelly voice.

"Thanks. Do you want a beer on something else to drink?" John had already made himself a strong drink to calm his nerves. It was starting to work, he stopped wondering if this was a mistake and decided to go with the flow.

"What's your usual drink of choice?"

"Whatever's around," Dylan said.

"Jack and Coke okay?"

"Yeah that's fine," Dylan replied, looking around. John decided to make it strong. He was smart enough to know that Dylan's tough guy act was hiding some nervousness. Since their first encounter, where John had contemplated sucking his dick in a gym shower, they hadn't talked about much of anything. John was sure that Dylan was interested in him sexually and that something was going to happen tonight but he wanted to talk first and get feel for this man. That would make it better for him. After adding ice, whiskey, and cola to a glass John handed it over to Dylan who immediately took a sip.

"Man, this is strong."

"Well, I figured you'd like it that way. You seem like you can handle it." John checked Dylan out again. He was attractive in rough, rugged sort of way, and very tall.

"How tall are you?" John asked, making himself a second drink.

"Six-three" Dylan said, taking a swig of his drink. He was well-muscled and John got the since that he was quite athletic. From what he had seen in the locker room at the gym there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him.

"What are you? About five-nine?" Dylan asked.

"Five-ten, actually" John replied.

"Really?"

"Well maybe five-nine and a half," John admitted. He felt was feeling a bit looser than he had while waiting for Dylan to arrive. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that they were in the very kitchen where he had "seduced" Leo. John asked him a few more questions buy only got short, terse answers. Though he was able to confirm that they were the same age, 40 years old, and that Dylan was in fact a former Marine.

After Dylan's second drink John led him into the living room where they sat on the couch. John got him to open up by asking about his workout regimen. He wasn't really all that interested but took it as an opportunity to compliment Dylan's body.

"You have really nice pecs." John said reaching over to pat Dylan's chest and give it little squeeze.

"You could tell that through my shirt?" Dylan said.

John laughed a little. "Yeah, you're pretty jacked. Plus I remember from the locker room..." John let his voice trail off. As it usually did, alcohol had emboldened him.

"You have really muscular thighs too." John grasped Dylan's right thigh with both hands. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah. I don't mind," Dylan replied. John wanted to give the impression of a doctor examining a patient. Something cold, clinical, and nonsexual just in case Dylan had a bad reaction. But as John gave Dylan's thigh a squeeze and moved upward he noticed the pattern of a hard cock through his shorts and pointing leftward toward Dylan's stomach. He looked up at Dylan and finally let one of his hands slide up to his crotch, cupping his balls.

"Suck my dick." Dylan commanded in his deep, gravelly voice.

"Ok." John reached under the leg of Dylan's shorts and pulled his dick down from underneath a pair of tight briefs, freeing it. He looked at the long pink shaft and the vein running down the center.

"You have a really nice dick," John said before lowering his head and taking it into his mouth. Dylan was still fully clothed with just his dick jutting out from under his shorts and into John's mouth as John started to kiss and suck it. Soon John got down on his knees between his guest's legs and pulled the flimsy blue shorts down, discarding them on the floor. He pulled the grey briefs down to his thighs, loving the way his hard curved dick popped up on to his abs. Again he filled his mouth. John grasped the cock with his hand took it in as far as he could, choking and gagging as Dylan's manhood prodded the back of his throat.

"Come on, used your hands," Dylan goaded. "And deep throat that dick."

John paused. "Most guys don't like it when I use my hands." By most guys he meant Leo.

"Then you weren't doing right. Don't worry I'll train you."

As John eagerly sucked Dylan's cock the big man instructed him in great detail exactly how he wanted it. Soon John's and hand mouth were working in unison, sucking and stroking Dylan's cock obediently.

"Fuck yeah, you know what you're doing now." Dylan's instructions and way he gave them brought something out of John. "Take it all the way down your throat."

"I've never been able to deep throat," John said, taking a minute to catch his breath. At this point Dylan began to talk about deep throating cock in such explicit detail that John became sure that it was something he had done frequently and something that he enjoyed greatly. John decided not to remark on that in case it interfered with Dylan's tough guy act. He attempted to take the full length of his manhood. At first try John, slowly took the slick cock deep into his mouth until he felt the head at the back of his throat. He gagged and choked but kept on trying and eventually opened his throat to the throbbing dick.

As the full length slid down John's throat, Dylan pulled his t-shirt over his head. He was now fully naked and ready to use John's body for whatever he wanted.

"Lick my balls," he commanded. John kept a firm grip on Dylan's cock as he lustily worked his tongue down and under the large balls. Dylan spread his legs and lifted his hips to give John better access to his nuts and taint. "Keep going," he said as John licked up and down his balls and taint still stroking his wet dick with his hand.

After having his fill of John's oral pleasures Dylan lifted John's head and kissed him passionately. Dylan's tongue invaded John's mouth. John wasn't used to kissing and wasn't quite sure if he liked it but still went along with it, eager for what would happen next. Finally, Dylan pulled John's shirt over his head then pulled his jeans down and off. Now they were both naked and rock hard.

"I wanna taste your asshole," Dylan said. John got down on all fours on the floor and presented his ass. Feeling rough hands on his cheeks he was filled with anticipation. The man behind him spread John open and dove in. He didn't so much lick John's ass as much as he fucked him with his tongue. Dylan savored the taste of John's tight, pink hole delivering pleasure that made John moan and tremble. Dylan tongue fucked John for several minutes before slipping a finger inside of him further loosening him up. John was ready and expecting to be penetrated. When Dylan suddenly stopped he turned and looked back.

Unexpectedly Dylan sat back down on the couch. John turned around to see his large, naked body. His long pink dick shooting up into the air.