BEACH JOGGING - Part 2

"BEACH JOGGING!"  PART 2 of 2

A STORY OF FICTION BY CATMAN

My motivation to work-out, became the man in the beach house.  I looked forward to my daily jogs on the beach, just hoping to see him again.  For the life of me, I could not figure out why he looked familiar to me.  All I knew was that he looked  smokin hot!

Perhaps it was my imagination (or obsession!)  but I felt that when our eyes met each time, we were making a connection.  I didn't know his name, but everything about him was etched in my memory.

One night, I took a stroll on the beach just before sundown and found myself again in the vicinity of that house.  Apparently, he had just emerged from a naked swim and I watched as he pulled on his bathrobe

We stood there staring at each other.  Since I was only wearing a pair of gym shorts, I took the initiative and pushed them down to my ankles.  I was naked, exposing myself to him.  It was a really bold move on my part.  He reacted by opening his robe to display himself.  Neither of us seemed to want to make the first move.

I don't know what it was about him that totally intimidated me.  I'm usually much more aggressive with men.  Staring at each other, we had both grown totally erect.  We didn't touch ourselves, we just looked at each-other.

It was probably only a few minutes, but it seemed like we had stood there for an eternity.   Finally, he closed his bathrobe and headed to his beach house.  Frustrated, I pulled up my shorts, turned and went home.  As, I approached my apartment, my dick was still hard.  I fantasized, again, about what it would be like to make a connection with him.

Just for some masturbation inspiration, I revisited a few of my old favorite web sites on my laptop.  I spent some quality time edging myself.   Then, I totally stopped to study a picture on my computer!  IT WAS HIM!  He was a porn performer!

The realization hit me!   That was why he always seemed to be familiar to me!

(I never saw him again.  The hurricane shutters went up on that beach house for the rest of the season.  I continued to jog and work-out.)

I still do my daily runs on the beach.  When I get to that house, I stop and remember!