It was a hot summer day and Frank was still doing his usual three or four-mile jog through the neighborhood. He was a fit guy, but the heat still had him sweating a lot more than normal. His white v-neck was clinging to him, showing off his muscly physique right through the cotton tee. The warm summer air made breathing while running a taxing event, but the warmth also had his balls hanging nice and loose. They swayed and slapped against his thighs with every stride he took. All that movement had gotten him a bit revved up and this last mile or so, he was thinking about getting home and taking out his 7-inch dick to stroke one out before showering. But that was still a mile or more off, so he had to get back to it and focus on breathing - only a few more blocks.

Frank approached the corner at a busy intersection where he would have to stop and wait for the light to change. He was really out of breath now - so much that while he waited, he bent over and put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. The light turned to a walk signal, but Frank decided he’d better stand there for a cycle and try to catch his breath before heading off again, since it was so hot. He was internally kicking himself for forgetting to bring water with him on this trip out. He stood back up, still panting, when he heard a voice from behind him. “You look pretty tired!” the voice called. Frank turned around to see that the male voice had come from a figure standing in the back of an open moving truck. The sun was behind the truck, so Frank couldn’t get a clear look at the guy, but he didn’t think he knew him.

“Yeah, it’s pretty hot and I’ve been out running.” Frank replied back in the man’s direction.

“You wanna sit down and rest a minute? You look like you need to catch your breath,” the voice said.

“Nah, I’ll be ok, I’m only about a mile from home, thanks.” Frank replied.

He was just about to turn away and start jogging off again when the guy asked, “Do you at least want a water? You’re drenched, man.”

Frank stopped for a moment and thought about it and then called back “Yeah, sure if you have one, that’d be awesome.”

“Yeah I’ve got some here in the truck since I’ve been moving all day. Hold on I’ll get you one.”

The guy disappeared into the back of the truck and started moving some boxes around. Frank walked toward the open back. “Thanks, I appreciate it,” he called into the cabin.

“No problem... if I can find them... they’re here somewhere.” the voice called out, “shit, I must have taken them inside already.” the guy said as he walked back toward the open end. Now, Frank could get a clear look at this kind soul. He was a muscly Latin guy, probably 5’10” or so, wearing low-waisted, baggy jeans, a tight white tank top and boots. He had really broad shoulders for a Latin guy and his arms were significantly bigger than Frank’s. Momentarily stuck with the image of this fine guy in