Jason Hunts Me Down Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Jason Hunts Me Down Pt. 01

... morning.

Before I closed my eyes, I decided to take a quick look at my inbox. There was a message from Julie, saying she hoped I had fun. And then a few messages from Jason.

The first one simply said: "Wish you were still here." The second one said: "You're one hot piece of ass." The third message was a picture... of us kissing: "Just so you remember how I made you feel." In the fourth message, he added: "I'm in the bar bathroom stroking my cock, thinking of your mouth." And in the last message, he said: "Look - this is all your fault!" with a picture of his hard cock, his hand, and a cum-filled face (I figured it was Tom).

What did I get myself into. I turned off my phone, and closed my eyes. I was drunk, and needed some rest.

When I woke up, I had a small headache. Last night felt like a dream. I couldn't believe I had kissed another man, and that he had sent me those pics. I was hard just thinking about the whole scene.

Before getting out of bed, I checked my messages. There was one from Jason, and another from Julie.

"Hi Joshua! I didn't hear back from you last night. I really hope you had a good time. ;)"

She was so sweet.

"Hey Julie! Sorry I got in late. It was fun to meet new people. Had a blast. How was your evening? Can't wait to see you again soon. xo"

I then opened Jason's message.

"Morning, boi. Hope you slept well. I figure you are probably still hard just thinking about our kiss last night. Have a good run sweetie!"

Ok, yes I ...

... was hard. But fuck, this was moving way too fast for me. I was confused. What did I really want? Was this just a one-night thing? Just living out a fantasy? I didn't answer.

I had to shake this off. I had to move. I needed my run.

I got up, prepared my protein shake, got cleaned up, and dressed in my running gear, ready to be out of the door by 10AM.

I had a half-marathon route that I loved to do. And so I left my place, and started running. I still had a headache, so I started at a slower pace. But after about 2 km, I felt good. I started accelerating, and I was actually running faster than ever.

For me, running is more than exercise. It's also therapy. And for most of my run, I reflected on my night out with the boys. I had a blast, the whole thing made me extremely horny, and I loved how Jason made me feel.

But I also felt bad for Julie. She was sweet, cute, we connected, and she seemed to want to build a future with me. My mind was made up - I had to put all my efforts into building a relationship with Julie.

I kept running, pushing my limits, sweating. I was doing an amazing pace. I crossed many runners - mostly men - and for some reason, I couldn't stop myself from staring at their ass or crotch. And that brought me back to last night. Why wasn't I able to let this go? Why was I now hard, in my tight running pants, thinking about Jason's kiss and dirty pics?

I arrived back home with a 4min per kilometer pace. I was really happy with my results.

I ...