By: wpblue & Ryan Michaels
We sprinted the last several
yards along the beach before dropping into the sand; both of us sweaty and
panting, trying to catch our breath. We had met on the beach several weeks ago
- Sunday morning runners who happened to take the time to chat - and have been
meeting to run every Sunday morning since then.
His name was Kyle. He's 26 and is
a self-employed fitness instructor. He had what I would describe as a dancer's
build. He was thin, but all sinew and muscle. He had an incredibly sexy bubble
butt and an enticing bulge that was prominent even when he was wearing baggy
running shorts.
His voice was deep and sexy, and
even his mundane chatter kept my interest. It was like the sound waves from his
voice were covered in lube and they floated through the air to slide around my
cock.
His body and his voice kept me in
a perpetual state of lust when I was around him, but I did my best to keep
myself in check. I hadn't told him I was gay; the subject had never come up,
and if he suspected it, he has never said anything about it.
There was really nothing about me
to suggest that I was gay (other than the way my eyes lingered on him, the way
they undressed him). I have an average build, somewhat on the muscular side,
and I am as masculine as he is, though in an understated way. He's definitely
an Alpha male, whereas I am more subdued.
He was exceptionally quiet this
morning, and I wondered what was on his mind. I turned onto my side and studied
him. He was splayed across the sand, eyes closed, arms at his sides, legs
spread. I watched the subtle movement of his stomach; studied the prominent
bulge in his shorts. He opened his eyes and sighed deeply. He was clearly
conflicted about something, and I decided to find out what was bothering him.
"Are you okay Kyle? You're
not usually this quiet."
He didn't answer right away, just
sighed a few more times before finally speaking. "I'm okay, I guess. But sometimes,
life can be really fucked up, you know?"
"I hear ya. What's going on?
You want to talk about it?"
Kyle sat up and faced me, his
legs pulled up and spread. His eyes locked onto mine, making me feel like I was
going to melt. "It's my girlfriend... I know I haven't said much about her before, it's like private stuff, you
know? But lately, she's been like a cold fish when it comes to sex. She's
cuddly and affectionate, but when I try to have sex, she backs off, tells me
that's all I think about."
"Is it?"
"Is it, what?"
"Is it all you think about?"
"Hell no. Well, maybe. I
mean, I need sex, you know? Fuck, maybe I do pressure her too much. I sometimes
think I'm addicted to sex. I jack off in the shower in the morning and then
have to jack off at night too before I go to sleep. Anytime I'm on the computer
I end up jackin' off to porn, even if I've already jacked off a few times. It's
like my dick is always hard - and I'm always thinkin' about gettin' off."
"Geez Kyle, maybe all that
jerkin' off has her upset. Maybe she feels threatened."
"No, she's happy I take care
of my own needs because she doesn't want to have sex. But I'm not happy about
it; I still want sex, no matter how many times I've jacked off. I mean, that's
part of being in a relationship, right?"
I nodded.
"And then, when we do have
sex, she won't even go down on me. She'll, like, lick it, and get me all
primed, but then won't suck it. She says it's too big, that the taste is gross.
I don't get it; I go down on her every time we do have sex."
All this talk about his cock made
me look at his bulge. And he noticed where my eyes were. He frowned slightly
but didn't say a word.
"Okay Kyle, I get it. You're
a horn dog. But do you like her enough to keep dating her, even if she doesn't
want to blow you?"
"I don't know man. It's not just the blowjobs; it's the sex in general. I kind of regret asking her to move in with me, now. I mean, there's just no hiding when I get hard, and when I am, which is, like, all the fucking time it seems, I always try to get sex and she only ever says yes about once a week. Hell, I'm hard now just talkin' about always being hard."
Once again, I had to look. And
yes, he was hard. I could see the fullness pressed against the material of his
shorts. My thoughts were no longer on his girlfriend issue, but on the large
hard-on between his legs; I couldn't take my eyes off it. When I did take my
eyes off of it and looked at him, he was staring at me. He adjusted himself and
closed his legs.
Just as he started to say
something, it started to rain. The rain was heavy and Kyle grabbed me by my
shirt sleeve and said, "C'mon, let's get in my truck," and we jumped
up and headed to the parking area.
By the time we jumped in the
truck, we were both soaked. He started the engine and the air conditioner
blasted us with cold air. I start to shiver in my wet clothes, and he adjusted
the temperature. We sat quietly, and then he said, "I'm sorry to lay all
this on you man. I just needed to talk about it. I'll figure something out."
"No problem. I don't mind
listening; I just wish I had some advice for you."
"Well, what would you do in
my shoes?"
"I'm not sure you'll like my
answer to that." As I said that, he lifted the bottom of his shirt and
fanned it, trying to dry it out. I looked down and could see that he was hard
again, or still.
Again, he noticed me eyeing his
cock. I tried to pretend that I was not aware of his aroused condition, and
continued with what I had to say. "Your sex drive is not going to go away,
and her sex drive isn't going to increase. So, unless you just want to stay
frustrated all the time, the only logical choice is to break it off. Until you
find someone that has a sex drive to match yours - you'll just have to get it
where you can get it."
"I know you're right; it can't
work."
We sat quietly again. It stopped raining,
and he turned off the engine and rolled the windows down to the cool outside
air. When he turned his head back, he followed my gaze, both of us now looking at the outline of his swollen cock. I looked away,
pretending to concentrate on something outside.
"You don't need to look away. I'm pretty sure you want to see what I'm packin'."