The Run : Part 3

John’s annoyance was replaced by and overwhelming confusion. “What!?” he exclaimed. “How the hell do know-? Did you follow me?” John asked in disbelief.

“Well yeah, I needed to talk to you. I figured you’d be headed straight home and since Sarah wouldn’t give me your new address I figured I’d just, you know meet you here.” Pat explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“But then you went and picked up that black guy and then I had to wait. Have you been working out? You look great.” Pat finished, willfully oblivious to the ridiculousness of his statements.

John stared at Pat and threw his hands up in an exasperated gesture. He turned around and headed to the front door of his home. Knowing that Pat would follow him.

“So what happened with that guy?” Pat asked. He had changed out of the track suit that John had seen him in earlier. He stood in John’s living room his face still as handsome as ever. He was beefier now and the weight he gained seemed to have either melted away or settled onto his frame. For a moment John thought about how great his ass must look. But only for a moment. John wasn’t in a mood to mince words.

“I gave him a blowjob.” John said. “Not that it’s any of your business. That’s why my face is so shiny. It’s probably a mixture of sweat and cum. I sucked his dick in the front seat of my car and then he came on my face. Some of it even landed in my mouth. I don’t really like swallowing but this guy is just so hot I pretty much do whatever he wants.” John looked Pat in the eye throughout this entire confession.

“That is so fucking hot.” Pat said. “We should 69 right now.”

“No thanks.” John replied calmly. “I’m not looking to suck a second dick tonight and you are not very good at giving oral sex. I’m just going to jerk off and go to bed if there’s nothing important you needed to say to me.”

“Come on.” Pat said, in a needling tone. Trying to seem unfazed but actually taken aback by John’s blunt words. “I’m not that bad am I?”

“Yes, you are.” John said. He turned away from Pat and headed up the stairs, not caring if Pat left or not. Thankfully, he was not followed.

John stripped off his clothes and threw them on the floor as went into the bathroom. Despite his surprise visitor John was still horny from earlier. He turned on the shower and got in letting the warm water run down his lean hard body. He got hard immediately but focused on cleaning himself before taking care of it.

He started to stroke his cock. The water was too thin. He spat into his hand and began stroking again, leaning against the tiles on the shower wall as the water ran over him. He had a lot of material to think about as he pleasured himself. Guys he’d seen at the gym, a couple of guys from work, and most prominently Leo, since Leo was the only one of those he had actually been with. The only one, as far as he knew that he could have. The only one he had seen naked. John masturbated more intensely as he thought about Leo’s naked body. He reached back and grabbed his own ass. Thinking how much he would love if someone else was there. Behind him.

He slipped a finger inside of himself as he stood in the shower. John had to squat down to go deeper. He masturbated furiously as he slid a finger in and out of his tight pink hole. After a few minutes of this he shot a massive load of semen and nearly collapsed in the shower as a result. Leaning against the wall he watched as the water washed it all down the drain. He turned off the shower and stepped out to dry himself off. John usually slept in his underwear but as he didn’t feel like looking for a clean pair he fell into bed naked.

This next morning John was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He had a slight headache from the wine the night before but rolled over and looked at the screen. It was his ex-wife, Sarah. He remembered the night before when she had tried to seduce him by getting him to talk 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 run from her forever,” he said out loud.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Johnny.” Sarah said, sounding like here usual sweet self.

“Weird night, huh?” she said, in a 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.” She said.

“Then why-“John started.

“Look, you were talking about getting screwed by a hot young guy and it was kind of a turn on. Plus you’ve been working out a lot lately and you look really good. I haven’t met anybody since the divorce and… you were there. I kinda just wanted to have sex.” Sarah said.
John felt more relief that he had the previous night in the shower. He started to laugh uncontrollably.

“I hope you realize that you gave me a bit of a crisis.” John said laughing into the phone. “I did some nasty stuff to get my mind off of your little proposition.”

“Oh you would have done it anyway you slut.” She said laughing herself.

“Yea.” John agreed. “You’re probably right.” They hung up the phone and John drifted off to sleep for several more hours.

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.

At first his main concern was just looking good naked but now he had more clear goals. They changed at times but the one thing that never changed was that he wanted to have a nice ass. He liked how much it turned his young fuck buddy on.

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 so 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 staying lean and also paying special attention to the glutes. Leo had told John several times that he had a nice ass and John wanted to make sure everyone else thought so too.

About halfway through his workout John found himself slightly annoyed by sounds coming from several feet behind him. There was the loud, insistent grunting of what John imagined was a super serious “bodybuilder” type. As the grunting continued it was punctuated with the occasional “Yeah, YEAH!” or “GET SOME!”

John turned around just in time to see a large, burly 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. He 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.” A voice said. The loud burly man from earlier was sitting on a bench watching John.

“I uh, guess not.” John said awkwardly. He was slightly mortified. For the first time John really looked at the man. He was a big, thickly muscled man and extremely rugged with dark reddish 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.” The man said. His 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. He saw everything. As the man bent down to take of 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 it he had a decent cock.

The man turned around to put his dirty clothes into his locker and grab towel. His legs 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. Not as big as Leo but still a nice size, John thought. The way the man grabbed himself let John know that he wanted head. It kind of reminded him of Pat. It was this thought that 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.”
He turned away abruptly and ran into his own shower, his arousal smothered by the memory of having his entire neighborhood find out that he was a cocksucker.

He washed himself and got dressed as quickly as he could and by the time man emerged from his shower John was already headed toward the 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.