The rhythm of my feet on the packed earth was a steady drumbeat against the symphony of the woods. Sunlight dappled through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the trail ahead. Every morning, rain or shine, I pounded this same path, a six-mile loop that cleared my head and kept me sane. This was my church, my sanctuary. The burn in my muscles, the rush of endorphins, the feeling of pushing my body to its limit – it all centers me. And lately, something else had been adding to the appeal of my daily ritual.

Kayden.

He was nineteen, a wisp of a thing compared to my built frame, all long limbs and a shock of unruly brown hair that perpetually fell into his eyes. But he was undeniably sexy. Lanky, yes, but with a wiry strength visible in the flex of his calves as he ran. He’d appeared on the trail about a month ago, always running in the opposite direction, always at the same time. A quick flash of a smile, a nod, and then we’d be passing ships, two souls fleetingly connected by a shared passion.

Weeks turned into a month, and our daily encounters became a highlight. I started anticipating them, my heart rate quickening a beat or two before I saw him in the distance. I knew he was curious, or at least, that’s what my gut was telling me. The lingering looks, the slightly flushed cheeks when our eyes met… it was all there.

Then, one morning, he stopped. I was rounding a bend in the trail when I saw him standing in the middle of the path, his chest heaving, a grin plastered across his face. My own heart slammed against my ribs. I slowed to a stop, breathing heavily, trying to appear nonchalant despite the buzzing electricity that was coursing through me.

I asked him if everything was alright. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, a nervous habit I found endearing. He nodded and swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob in his neck. My stomach did a little flip. 

He took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eye. He said that he noticed me running every day on the same route at the same time and wanted to tell me he thought I was cute. I found his attempt at flirting cute, but I decided to make him squirm. So I tightened my jaw to suppress my grin and repeated cute with a raised eyebrow.

He blushed, the color rising in his cheeks. He then changed cute to really hot. Then he did something unexpected. He asked me out for coffee, hesitated, then added or maybe…somethng more interesting.

My mind raced. Coffee sounded nice, safe. But “something more interesting” hinted at possibilities that sent shivers down my spine. I moistened my lips and questioned something more interesting.

He took a step closer, the gap between us closing until I could smell the faint, clean scent of his soap. He grabbed my sweaty shirt, pulled me into him and smashed my lips with his. I could already feel his erection pushing against mine. 

The air crackled with unspoken desire. This wasn’t a casual invitation; this was an invitation to explore, to discover. And I, for one, was more than ready to accept.

I managed to pull away, my voice thick with anticipation. I told him not on the public trail. I dragged him into the woods about fifty feet off the path. I was beyond thankful for the full foliage. I pulled him against me and kissed him hard. Then pushed him to his knees. I pushed my drawstring shorts down and told him to suck me like his life depended on it. 

His mouth wrapped around me like velvet and I couldn’t help but thrust into him, making him gag immediately. I looked down at him and took pity on him, unsure if this was his first time or if he did this often. I pushed my fingers through his hair and held his head as he found a rhythm he was comfortable with. When he got more comfortable and adventurous, I started dictating how I wanted it. Grabbing fistfuls of hair, directing his position, how deep he took me, how long I stayed in the back of his throat enjoying the movement of his tongue against me. 

When I was about to cum, I pulled out and finished on his face. When I finished, I told him I normally finish down his throat, but since we really hadn’t discussed any of it, I was kind today.

His smile widened, and it was radiant. He took his finger and swiped some of my cum into his mouth and moaned. He waited on the ground until I finished dressing and gave him my hand to help him up. I asked him if he wanted to do this again, or maybe something more.  We swapped phone numbers and he said he’d get back to me on it.

As I watched him jog away, his lithe body disappearing around the bend, I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated excitement. When my phone dinged with an incoming text from him saying see you tomorrow, I’ll bring condoms, I knew my daily run had just become a whole lot more interesting.

Jack Page