The Boys Go Running

Tommy popped over, Sunday morning. I was sweeping my front path, the hibiscus drops its flowers and they can become slippery, especially when there is a carpet of them across the bricks, as there were. He said he was going jogging and wanted to know if I wanted to go with him.

"Hey Mister," he said jokingly. "Want to come running?"

He looked sexy in those black split-sided running shorts and black singlet, how could I say no.

"Tommy." I looked down at his shorts, at the bulge in the front and his fine, tanned legs. “I guess, yeah.”

"I haven't seen you moving your arse lately, thought you might wanna come before it begins to show?"

"I haven't seen you for a while." I looked down at my waist, rubbing my girth. Tommy's eyes had followed mine when I looked up. “I haven’t done much running, of late.” I smiled.

He smiled.

“I haven’t seen much of you?”

"Been away," he said. "Mum, dad, Christopher, and I went down the beach for a few weeks." He moved from one foot to the other, kind of nervous. "Just got back."

“You look good.”

“Thanks.” He blushed. We gazed at each other for a moment. “Well?”

“Sure, I’ll come running. Gotta do some exercise.”

Tommy followed me into my bedroom, chatting all the way. Now that I think about it, maybe he was talking nervously. He stood in the doorway as I dropped my tracksuit pants and pulled on shorts. Nice day, good weather for running, we were lucky with the summer we were having... he looked, I saw him. He saw me see him looking and he blushed. You know, it was the blush that gave away his thoughts more than the look itself. All guys look.

My runners were in the kitchen. My spare key was in the hallway.

Tommy looked healthy, tanned and glowing with vitality.

“You look really tanned.”

“Yeah, the weather was great, I was on the beach the whole time.”

Then, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was his healthy good looks. Maybe it was the look in his eye. Maybe it was just his general interest in me. I don’t know. I acted without thinking. “Show me.”

And before he had time to do anything, I grabbed both sides of his singlet and started pulling it up. He simply raised his hands compliantly in the air and I pulled the singlet right over his head. I didn’t really intend to pull it right off him, but I did. His face disappeared momentarily and then it was right there again, right in line with mine. He was smiling nervously, kind of self-conscious. I had an over whelming urge to kiss him... but I didn’t.

Fuck he’s sexy, athletic and tanned. A sexy shapely chest, finely covered in black hair, two red nipples and a narrow little waist disappearing into his black shorts. A cut 18 year old stomach. 4 pack. I think I lost my breath for a moment.

“Nice.”

“Thanks.”

I looked him up and down without shame. Then I tossed his singlet back to him.

"Come on, let's go." Then, without thinking about it, I slapped him on the arse. His whole butt fitted into the palm of my hand. I could feel both of his tiny little bum cheeks and that well defined crack in between.

Then I was out on the footpath, bouncing from one foot to the other. My cock was going hard, I could feel it, I had to keep moving. Tommy was just behind me, pulling his singlet back on.

“Just pull the door closed, I’ve got the key.”

“Sure.”

“I’ll race you to the corner.”

Then we both sprinted with every drop of energy we had, to be the first one to the corner.