By then I was sweating profusely, and not just from the physical exertion. I did, and as I was rising he pushed down on my legs, preventing them from lifting. With that he came up to me and put his strong hands on my thighs, pushing them down. "Sorry? I said "You should keep your legs straight when doing the set up." I looked around in surprise and found the jogger standing 5 feet away from me, surrounded by my dogs and petting them. I was doing my tenth when I heard a voice say "you're doing it wrong" The dogs always stay close, so I don't have to worry about them straying. I took my T-shirt off and started to do sit ups. I carried on with the dogs, and came to a set of exercisers for the abs, which is a long plank of wood set at a downward angle, with a metal frame at the top with two horizontal bars, one for supporting the plank and the other to slide your feet under to be able to do sit ups. "Oh well, I thought, it would have been nice." I didn't think he was wearing underwear as I couldn't see any line underneath his shorts, and then to my surprised he turned to look back and gave me another smile, but carried on. I waited until he passed to release the dogs and turned to watch him go along and get a good view of his back and arse. I called my dogs over as he got to within 20 feet, as they have the tendency to be over friendly and go to strangers.Īs he passed he gave me a "hi" and a smile, which made my heart beat a little bit faster and my dick twitch in my shorts. I couldn't see his eyes as he was wearing dark glasses, and as he got nearer, I noticed the light downing of hair covering his chest and trailing down to his shorts. They were clinging to halfway down his legs, enhancing the shape of his cock and balls, which were a nice size.
He was very well defined and glistening with sweat, his shorts semi tight fitting, showing a bulge that bounced with every step. I didn't pay him much attention, as the few joggers I'd encountered before always stayed well away in account of the dogs.Īs he got nearer, I took a good look at him. He was only wearing shorts and trainers with ankle socks. I was at the bottom end of the park, which is always quiet, when I saw the jogger in the far distance. Uncharacteristically for me I was in shorts and T-shirt, with only a waist pouch containing my fags, car keys and equipment, just in case. It was my usual time in early afternoon on a week day, and the warmth of spring was finally reaching our parts with the second hottest day of the year. I'd never encountered anything particularly exciting in there until the day this tale is about. I always go down with the car as it is too far to walk. I have three dogs that I take down a park near where I live, nearly everyday at about the same time of the day.