Heat Wave

By
Sascha Illyvich

Miguel picked up his pace as he finished his last couple of laps around the track before he slowed to a walking pace. There were a few others on the track with him, mostly women but there was a man in high riding shorts and a tank top who was running sprints. Miguel thought about the possibility of pacing this man for sport but with this heat and humidity, even this late in the afternoon, it would be foolish.

Running charged Miguel up, looking at other sweaty men in shorts with their strong muscled thighs working, moving gracefully. He often wondered what other joggers wore beneath their shorts or if he was the only one that used the inner lining of his shorts as underwear. His cock bounced freely on occasion, he’d see an ass in shorts that’d make him instantly hard and he’d have to adjust himself in the middle of his run.

Miguel was infatuated with the man running speed work on the track as he cooled down and stretched. When Miguel sat down two lanes away from the panting man who had stopped his fast pace, Miguel looked up at him and his cock stirred. Thin, quivering thighs stuck out from thin black shorts as the man bent over to stretch his hamstrings, giving Miguel quite an eyeful of tight ass.

Miguel stood up, walked towards the man and offered him the towel for his face.

“Thanks man. I appreciate it. That’s my last one.” His panting between words indicated just how tiresome his speed work was.

“My name’s Miguel. I’ve seen you out here numerous times. You training for something?”

“Name’s Kevin. I’m just a 5k man but you’ve gotta stay in shape during season, right?”

“Yup.”

Miguel noticed Kevin’s facial features as he examined the rest of his body. Kevin’s small frame held plenty of definition beneath his tank top and shorts. The dirt on his shoes showed Miguel that Kevin did a lot of trail running. Miguel was sure he’d seen him before.

“How about you? I’ve seen you out on the track doing speed work occasionally.” Miguel’s panting slowed as he patted himself off.

“I used to be a more serious runner but work has forced that to take a back seat. Now I rarely get out and when I can, it’s out here.”

“Peace and quiet among the roads and rubber eh?”

“Yup,” both men chuckled. Miguel stood up, slipped off his shoes and threw them in his bag by the side of the track. Miguel’s thoughts strayed as his mind twisted words. He’d like to see Kevin with just a rubber over his stiff erection.

“Hey, you wanna go out and get something to drink after a shower?” Kevin’s upbeat tone returned as he cooled down and chugged Gatorade from his sports bottle. Miguel watched droplets of the blue liquid run down the man’s chin and his neck. He had to readjust himself before answering.

“Sure, I live close by. We could meet somewhere.”

“Or you could just use my shower. I have a Jacuzzi you could rest your legs in while I shower.”

Miguel hoped for more innuendo in Kevin’s words but figured it was just exhaustion from the workout.

“Should