It was a sunny Saturday morning in June. I was jogging in the park near my place. The sun was starting to get hot against my skin. All around me, joggers were starting to lose their t-shirts to run bare-chested and enjoy the heat. The sight of all these lovely muscled guys was starting to excite me.
I completed my running and decided to stop a few minutes on a bench, just at a five-minute walk from home, to cool down and the view. I just closed my eyes and put my head backward, enjoying the heat on my face.
Opening them, I found my eyes settling on a young man walking past me.
He was apparently in his late twenties or early thirties, just like me. 5'10, light red hair, almost blond, mid-length and curly. His tight t-shirt hugged his round pecs, a delight to observe. His biceps stretched the fabric of the short rolled up sleeves. Going down, my eyes were caught by the nice shape of his butt, tight in his blue jean. Just above his belt, I caught a glimpse of a white and blue striped boxer short bunching up a bit. This was the definite turn on for me.
For as far as I can remember, I was always fascinated by guys in boxer shorts. I was never able to wear them, unable to maintain a non-erection state while wearing them. However, my ultimate fantasies all the time had a guy in them.
My brain started running with the idea of the things I would like to do to him. I closed my eyes again and basked in these sensual ideas.
"Humm," I heard next to me.
I jumped a bit and opened my eyes, to meet the clearest blue eyes I ever saw. The guy I was just checking out was sitting next to me on the bench. Involuntary, my stare went down, checking his pecs in this tight dark yellow shirt. His nipples were poking against the fabric, seeming tiny and erect. Fascinated, I kept going down until I reached his bulge. At that, I seemed to regain control of my body and went back to his eyes.
"Hey, hello, how are you?" I said.
"Hello, sorry to bother you... I am Luke," he apologized.
"No worries, I am James," I said.
"I just moved in, and I think we now live across the street from each other.", he started babbling. "I thought I might introduce myself. I saw you coming out of your building earlier, and I just recognized you, making me turn around and talk to you."
"Oh, you moved in the vacant apartment on the third floor?" I asked.
"Yes, that's it! I am new in the city and it might be awkward but I don't know a lot of people and you seemed cool... I was scouting around, checking the neighborhood and well..."
"Yeah sure, a pleasure to meet you. Do you want to grab a coffee or something? I can give you all the tips for the right and wrong places around. I have to go to my place to clean up, wanna tag along and have the coffee on my terrace maybe?" I asked.
"I don't want to impose myself, sorry I was so direct in speaking to you, you don't have to do that." He apologized.
"It's ok. I was new to the city a few months ago, I know how it feels. Come on, let's go!"
He smiled at me, illuminating the day more than the gorgeous sun shining.
We went to our feet and started walking toward our street.
How glad was I to have my tight running briefs on! Being around him, talking and checking him out had me half hard.
"Sorry if I stink, I am back from my run... Not a good way to be introduced!" I laughed.
"I don't mind, and you smell rather nice for coming back of a jog," He answered, smiling.
I was starting to wonder if maybe...
"Did you move for work? To get closer to a girlfriend?" I asked.
"No, no, no girlfriend. For work yes. A good opportunity, and the desire to change. Need to see new people, new places."
We kept on chit-chatting our way back to my place for a few minutes.
At last in my apartment, I made him go for a quick tour, before going to the kitchen to prepare the coffee.
"Do you have milk?" he asked.
"Yeah, you can take it in the fridge."
Due to my little kitchen, he had to go in my back, brushing quickly and lightly my hips and ass with his hand and then bulge. I looked at him as he blushed.
We took the coffee and milk and went to the terrace where a bit of shade on the table allowed us to enjoy the heat and soft breeze of this early summer.
As we seated, I noticed that his bulge seemed a bit more prominent and tight in his pants. I still was in my running shorts and a t-shirt. He, however, seemed to be hot in the long jeans. His arms and face were glistening with a bit of sweat.
"You did not unpack your summer wear, Luke? You seem to be hot."
"No, not yet, my flat is a mess right now. I just have what I had in my backpack. I will leave you alone anyway and go unpack, I bothered you enough."
I put a hand on his hand, above the table, and looked him straight in his gorgeous blue eyes.
