My name is Artem. First, a little about yourself. I'm 24 years old, athletic. What kind of sports do not do, so periodically visit the gym or in the morning I can do a run to keep fit. The growth of 187 cm, weight 75 kg.

And some times during a regular morning run, I met a guy from a neighbor's house He was dressed in tracksuit, he went somewhere for his business and while I was not ahead, I could see him from the back, in principle, we saw, but this morning was somehow special. So, I was particularly attracted by his ass sweat pants pretty well pressed his elastic ass. Anwar himself (as it turned out) was not that tall somewhere 175 cm and weight is around 65 kg. Normal body build not fat and not skinny. I'd say it's a strong build.

Doing their usual things I have Anwar did not go out of my head, I fantasized a lot, I thought how to get acquainted and try sex with him.

In a few days time the next run (the route and the time I tried to pick up, that we could cross) I saw him and he the morning in order to bring your car to conduct business.

He called to me:

- I'm sorry to interrupt, can I ask for help?

I was over the moon, I heard his voice and he spoke to me.

- Yes of course, I answered.

After, he thanked me, holding out a hand

- Anwar.

- Artem, I introduced myself.

- How long have you been running?

- Years 5 when there is no opportunity to go to a gym, I answered.

"You don't mind if I join you," he said.

- No, of course I'll be glad.

After a couple of days we started running together. I was pleased that he was near and communicate with him. But the thought of having sex with Anwar never left me.

In the evening, returning home after training, I met Anwar, he just sat in the car and talked through one of the social networks. He offered to sit in his car for one to exchange phone numbers.

I've often pictured us having sex with him in the car.



After a while, I caught the look of Anavar ...

We're not talking for a long time, but I'm glad I have a friend like you, can I ask you one question, said Anwar.

Yeah, sure.

- Before our acquaintance with you, I have several times seen how you look at me, you can say that you undress with your eyes, tell I like you? you want to have sex with me?

My breath caught in my chest and my heart started to beat faster, either now or never, I thought.

- Of course I like you, I want you.

We reached to each other, I launched its hand, under t-shirt to Anwar, and began to iron his smooth body. We started kissing.

What you want? Anwar asked.

- I want to lick your ass.

We spread out the seats and Anwar lay down on his stomach. I pulled off his shorts with panties and began to drive his hand on his ass. His ass was smooth and firm, as I imagined it in my fantasies. Then I parted and began to drive his tongue on his anus. Anwar started moaning a little. I kissed his ass, then licked the anus and happiness knew no bounds. I even thought not conceded, that, someone can pass.

Then Anwar lay back and I threw his legs on his shoulders began to lick his stomach going down through the navel is not much hairy "track" to the member. His cock already stood (its size 17, like mine).

- Take it, Anwar said.

Not a second I think I began to lick the head, then took in his mouth almost all his cock. After that he started licking eggs.

- I cannot tolerate, Anwar said in a tense voice.

I took his cock in my mouth, and began to drive on his lips and tongue. Anwar put his hands on my head and began to press harder. His cock tensed and a jet of hot cum filled my mouth.

- Mmmm, said Anwar, breathing hard.

- Cum on my body, he said.

We started kissing, meanwhile Anwar with one hand wanking his cock and the other my. After a while, my dick tensed

and I came on his stomach. Anwar also came again.

I'm sinking down down taking my tongue across his neck and began to lick his chest, kiss his forearm. Dropping lower and lower to my stomach. I licked his entire torso.

For a long time we still sat talking and moving their arms about each other.



P.S. all matches are purely random. This story, the author's fiction. Although the fact about whom I wrote it there.