Going on a Run Was All I Needed

It was another glorious summer morning. The sun was shining and the lake community I was currently staying had this fresh, invigorating air that just beckoned me for a long run. As a long distance runner, I always loved the exhilarating feeling of putting on my jockstrap, short running shorts, my AirPods and getting on a long, refreshing run - just some tunes, the forest air, the sun rays and absolutely lost in thoughts and chill tunes.

I stepped outside and off I went - five minutes into my 7 mile run I started to feel the the heat. My t-shirt was slowly getting soaked. I slowed down to a walk, pulled my shirt off and immediately felt small beats of sweat running down my back and my pecks. The fresh air cooled me down enough. I bunched up my shirt around my left hand and started running again.

The air was caressing my torso creating this amazing tingling sensation all over. I felt my super responsive nipples getting erect sending all kinds of signals to my pelvis. I was in my element. I reached down to my cock and pushed the pouch of my jock strap aside. I was somewhat getting aroused as I was sensing my dick slightly filling up and could it bounce in the rhythm with my stride. I loved it.

I always enjoyed having my cock dangle in my shorts for others to see. I love seeing guys do that - it always excited me to watch their cocks moving in their shorts.

With music blaring in my ears, I went on with a steady pace always breathing hard. After about half an hour meandering through this lovely lakeside neighborhood, I came across a newly built house. It was beautiful. It reminded me of a modern Frank Lloyd Wright architecture. It sat at the edge of the lake with large windows all around.

I stopped running to admire it. The garage door was open so I knew the house was occupied but still, I had to walk up to it and peak around. Suddenly, a man popped out of nowhere. I pulled my EarPods out and said a friendly hello and followed up with "I love your house - it's stunning."

"Well, thank you," the man said smiling.

He must have been in his early fifties but in amazing shape.

"I was just on a run but I had to stop and look at it for a minute. I didn't mean to intrude," I apologized.

"Nonsense,"the man waved me off in a friendly tone. He kind of sized me up, looking up and down my front - I knew he could see the outline of my dick, but I hoped it wasn't too obvious.

He then said, "Would you want to come in and see the house? I'm so happy how it turned out - I designed it myself. And, by the looks of it, you probably could use a cup of water - it's getting hot out here for a run."

He looked me up and down again and I was awkwardly aware that I was a bit underdressed and dripping with sweat.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose plus I am a sweaty mess. But thank you!"

As I was getting ready to leave, he extended his hand and said, "I'm a runner myself and am not bothered by a bit of sweat - I'm Paul, by the way - at least let me get you some water."

"That's really kind, thank you - nice to meet you, Paul - I'm Mark," and shook his hand fully knowing it was all wet. His smile was intoxicating.

Tugging at my hand just slightly, he offered,"Come, I'll show you around and get you some water."

I realized I was still looking at him and holding his hand. With a smile, I followed him towards the entrance as we let go of each other's hands.

As we made our way into the foyer, I was completely stunned by the beauty of this place. This man had style. "Wow - this is amazing - are you an architect?" I inquired.

"I am - isn't it beautiful? Come, sit here."

He pointed at a stool at the open kitchen's island, reached into the fridge for a bottle of water and handed it to me. Although I was not sitting down fearing I would damage the leather with my soaked shorts, I took the bottle and had a big swig.

Just as I put the water down I saw another man walk into the kitchen. He was only wearing a thong and a towel hanging from his shoulder. "Oh, hi honey, I didn't know we had another visitor," he said to Paul as he smiled at me.

"Well, good morning, sweetie, this is Mark, I just met him outside - he was oogling at our house while he was on a run, so I invited him in for some water and show him the inside. Mark, this is Jay, my husband," turning around to him he said laughing, "and Jay, put some pants on - I don't want to shock our visitor."

I couldn't take my eyes off of Jay. His tall, muscular frame, his chiseled abs and his ample bulge in this tiny pouch just made me shiver a bit. It didn't help that the cool air from the air conditioner made my pecks and nipples all hard.

"Two things, darling...," Jay started, "one: I was about to join Mike and Carlo in the Jacuzzi (and you know our rules) and second: from looking at Mark, it looks like you are the one not fitting the proper attire."

He pointed a wiggling finger at Paul, went in for a quick peck on the mouth and came over to me, extended his hand and said, "Welcome to our beautiful abode, Mark. You look like you could use a soak yourself. That is, if we are not scaring you off".

I was laughing and all felt just so natural and inviting. I was sure both of them saw me blush because I sure felt it.

There was a short awkward silence that Paul easily broke with a clap of his hand saying, "That's a great idea. Mark, what you say? Or were you eager to finish your run? I feel like we all would get along fine. Carlo and Mike are great and I'm sure they would love to meet you."

Jay added, "Yeah, and I'm sure they'll be excited to see a new hot naked guy waddling into the backyard. "

This took me by surprise. Although I wasn't that naive and had quickly assumed the four of them were on a happy gay getaway, I didn't think he would be that blunt.

I must have made a sound or my face told them how surprised I was because Paul immediately scolded Jay, "Dude! You just met Mark. You are totally freaking him out!"

Turning to me he apologized, "I'm sorry, Mark - Jay can be a bit much at times. There is no nudity needed and all of us would just enjoy getting to know you - maybe a beer. A soak after a run just feels right but I totally understand if you want to leave - I'm sure someone is waiting for you to get home."

I smiled warmly at him and waved off his apology, "Oh no need to apologize - no harm done. A dip in the hot tub actually really would be nice. My wife is gone for the rest of the day visiting friends, so I don't need to rush. And nudity really doesn't bother me. I grew up in Europe and still, whenever possible, go to nude beaches."

And with that everything was all fine. "Fantastic! Let me grab some beers and Jay will take you outback."

Jay smiled at me, took my hand and walked me across this beautiful living space through a massive sliding door onto the back patio. Beyond, lushes green grass dipped all the way to the water front. Any soccer stadium would have been envious. There was a large sitting area, and off to the side, a massage table. We headed left and around to the side of the house. There, surrounded by flag stones, was a large, in-ground hot tub.

Immediately we were greeted by Mike and Carlo. Jay introduced me, "Hi guys, this is Mark, a random runner Paul picked up out front. He will be joining us in the hot tub. Mark, this Mike." He pointed at a 40 something handsome guy with curly blonde hair and a very buff torso. "... and this Carlo - everyone, this is Mark."

Carlo must have been of Italian descent since he had black hair and olive skin. What I could tell from the chest up, he was more slender like myself. Probably in his early 30is.

We said our hellos and Jay looked at me reminding me of their 'hot tub rule'. He hooked his thumbs into either side of his thong and nonchalantly pulled it to the ground. Everyone hollered and looked at me.

I was speechless for a second just staring at his long, beautiful cock. Like me, he was completely shaved and since he was circumcised (so many in the US are) his ample mushroom head was fully visible. He jutted over to the hot tub showing off his plumb but firm butt, got in knee deep and turned around once again waiting on my next move. His pecks were strong and high with these beautiful nipples. I stared at him in awe while my eyes wondered over his tight abs down to his flaccid, four inch dangling dick.

Here I was in a stranger's house, in short shorts, my cock coming to life, its outline clearly visible ... and growing. I quickly decided 'what the hell', grabbed the seam of my shorts and my jockstrap, pulled them to my ankles, walked over to the hot tub opposite of everyone. I knew their eyes were all on me.

Since I was in fairly good shape and very comfortable being naked in front of people, I didn't mind being checked out. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it, to be honest. As slowly as possible I lowered myself into the steaming water.

From the looks of my new friends, they must have been pleased with what they saw because they keep checking me out with that knowing smile.

Jay proceeded to ease himself into the water himself gasping at the heat. I gasped, "God, that feels good. Thank you so much for convincing me to join - this feels incredible".

It felt so good and I sure didn't mind being slightly excited about being here with all these truly hot guys. We started talking about this and that. What we did for work - apparently Jay was a physical therapist (hence the massage table).

When Paul finally arrived, we were already chatting like old friends. He just had a towel around his midriff carrying a full carton of modellos. Walking around the perimeter of the tub, he gave each of us a bottle before dropping his towel - and boy did he have the biggest flaccid cock I've ever seen.

He was circumcised too, had shaved balls but an ample bush above his very girthy cock. He was all alpha-looking: Big, hairy chest, strong arms, tight abs and bulky thighs.

He walked into the tub right next to me and Jay. Smiling at me he inquired if I was properly introduced to everyone. I gave an affirmative thumbs up and Jay (of course) let him know that his assumption about Mike and Carlo was dead on. Everyone laughed.

"So Mark, I know you're a runner but your body looks more like an all-around athlete. You must be very active. How do you keep it so sculpted?" Paul asked.

"... and tall and sexy too," Jay added.

"I bet you go to the gym a lot," Mike remarked.

So I explained, "You're making me blush, guys, but I appreciate the compliments. I always liked to be active. Throughout my teenage years I was a left forward in a competitive soccer club back in Switzerland, where I went to boarding school. I still play and love the physical aspect of the game. Same with Tennis - although not as talented. I swim a lot nowadays and, as you already know, I'm a long distance runner.

"But - I think - having a slim body mostly comes from my Mother's side.

"But compared to all of you, I'm nothing to write about - you all are smoking hot!". We just all agreed and got into a comfortable lull.

The bubbling water sure was hot and pretty soon one after the other, we climbed out and sat at the edge of the tub. This gave me a great view of everyone's physique and - fuck - they all looked so hot and their cocks looked so delicious. I must have lingered a bit too long looking because Carlo, who's been kind of quiet, said to me, "So, Mark, I see a ring on your finger but ..."

Jay interrupted and said that I was married to a woman.

Paul said, "Yeah, I was surprised too ... and a bit disappointed, to be honest - because the way you approached me out front with nothing but these bulging short shorts, my gaydar sure pinged.

"But it's totally cool that you're straight, right guys?"

"Or it could be a challenge for us", Mike said with a smirk.

We all laughed but I quickly replied that I never said I was straight.

Everyone was puzzled so I explained, "I always knew something was up when I was around guys, but I only wanted to date girls. When I was 18 I had sex for the first time and really enjoyed it, I surmised that I couldn't be gay.

"I thought a person either was gay or straight. Only later did I learn about the Kinsey scale. I definitely wasn't on either end of it. I liked that there was a proven middle ground and happy to identify as bisexual.

"When I met Marcella, my wife, way into my 20is. I opened up to her on our second date that I also liked guys. I wanted to be honest with her because I wanted to be with her. That was the first time I told any girl and I was super nervous. She could have easily told me to fuck off. But amazingly she was totally cool with it. Maybe because she was a few years older and definitely more mature, wasn't threatened by my revelation. She explained to me that the fear of being replaced in a relationship always exists, whether your partner replaces you with another woman or a man. In order for a relationship to work depended entirely on honesty, trust and a fair amount of generosity. We both have to accept that we will never be everything for each other. If we can do that and still choose each other we will be very happy. She added that as long as I was being safe she wouldn't care.

In fact, later that day, when we laid in bed in a blissful sexual afterglow, she told me that it was kind of hot to imagine her boyfriend with another man.

And that was it, I was hooked. Soon we got married and started a really great life together."

They were all smiling and I could tell that they were happy for me.

What I didn't tell them was that Marcella had her own very vivid sex live before she met me. In one of our 'sharing' sessions, she described her threesome with her best friend and her boyfriend. Or that time in college when she hooked up with two guys (although the guys were not into each other to her disappointment). Generally, Marcella was heterosexual and liked being in charge. She definitely was into cock - lots of them and loved watching gay porn. So, knowing I was bi actually added to her attraction to me.

But that was not my story to tell, so I continued, "We love each other deeply - still - and we always have a crazy good time in bed. She knows that from time to time, in the gym or when I go to the nude beach alone I get a bit frisky with a guy. When I tell her about my encounters she gets really turned on."

"Ah, that makes more sense now and thank you for being so open - and by the way, I'm really glad my gaydar wasn't that off," Paul said as everyone laughed.

"So, you said, you get 'frisky' sometimes," Jay asked, using air quotes, "what does that mean?"

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, I didn't know why it made me uncomfortable having to elaborate.

"Well...," I started scratching the back of my neck. "Let's just say I get very excited being around naked men, especially if they desire me. When I was a senior in high school, I started to have these incredible feelings of horniness in the showers or in the locker rooms. And when I feel that way and it feels right I go wherever our moods takes us."

I put the palms of my hand up in a sign of innocence (like a soccer player who just fouled another player), and added, "that's all I'm gonna say."

They all smiled approvingly and Carlo said, "I feel you, Mark, it's nice to hear it said that way and it sounds like your wife is really cool.

"It started very similarly for me, I just stuck with the guys - but I know enough bisexual folks that I appreciate everyone's unique attraction."

Mike nodded his head and said, "and besides, I remember a time when Paul was still much more fluid".

We all laughed at that.

It felt good to be so honest and open. I remembered someone saying that coming out isn't a onetime thing but rather a continuous part of life.

"Did you ever date a guy or had a crush in high school?" Paul asked.

"After a lifelong of learnings, today I would call myself 'hetero-romantic bisexual'. But honestly, even though I never dated a man - looking back I now realize that I definitely had crushes or at least lusted after some." I added, "You know once you're 18, 19 we were all huggy and lovey, being all goofy with some teammates. However, sporting some serious wood in the showers after seeing them naked was definitely a clear sign.

"After all, I was in an all boys boarding school until I was almost 20. And, since I was an athlete, I was in a lot of locker rooms and group showers.

"Soon though, I figured out that I was not the only one. I started to have a few friends on the team or in school that responded in kind. Once we were 18, we all had single rooms which was perfect for fooling around. We would sneak in each other's rooms or the showers for handjobs or the occasional blowjob. I still love thinking about it."

"I bet, I'm just getting excited visualizing these young men getting all handsy", Jay said.

I looked around and saw that my confessions got everybody a bit excited. They all opened their legs a more to give their growing cocks needed room.

Carlo looked at me - or more at my fully engorged dick and absentmindedly pulled his foreskin back saying, "Or in a hot tub like this one here."

I felt my own dick twitch. "For sure," I managed to say.

Damn, there was suddenly such a sexual energy around that hot tub.

"Tell me, Mark," Paul asked, "when you go to these beaches, what do you like doing most?"

Oh boy, more questions; but I knew the more I told them about my sexual experiences, the more aroused these guys were getting.

I started telling them about this one time when I went and started stripping as soon I saw other naked guys.

"Within less than 5 minutes I was on my knees sucking three gorgeous cocks until they absolutely drenched me with their cum."

"Did you tell your wife later?" Paul asked.

I just nodded.

"And?"

"I thought she might be shocked or at least surprised because we both never thought cum was a kink of ours. But instead, she just got really excited. And asked for more detail, like how much I liked it, if I would do it again.

"We had really good sex that night. In fact, her dirty talk continued the next day and I clearly got the impression that it turned her on."

Mike and Paul, almost simultaneously gasped stating how hot that was. I told them that this openness ratcheted up our sex a couple of notches.

"By the end of that week, during one of our sessions, she was kneeling between my legs on the bed and started playing with my ass. The dirty talk never stopped. She said things like 'I bet you would like if these men would have taken turns with you'. She started fingering my asshole while her other hand was around my shaft. I never even considered it to feel that good because when I was younger and tried it myself, it didn't feel that great. But now, a whole new world opened."

I looked around the hot tub, and saw that they were all so turned on by all this. I kind of apologized by asking, "Sorry, was that way too much?"

I glanced over at Paul and he just shook his head. I watched as his eyes were slowly wondering down my flushed body. I followed his gaze down to my now leaking cock. A long string of precum dropped down into the bubbling water.

Jay, who was oddly quiet for a bit, suddenly said, "Fuck Mark, thanks for sharing all these details - I don't know about you guys but that got me super horny.

"Tell us, after your wife introduced you to your own butt, I bet it didn't take long until you had a real cock up your clearly sexy ass?"

"Oh god, I need to hear this", Carlo said.

I sort of stammered and confessed that even though I was really curious I never had a chance.

I said sheepishly, "yet!

"However Marcella, my wife, loved anal herself and introduced variety of toys to me."

All of a sudden Mike stood up, jutting his beautiful, fully erect penis towards me and said, "Well, it's about time someone pops your cherry. How about with this?" He pointed at his glistening cock.