Since this bloody Corona crisis started, I didn’t have anything to do any more. I used to go to the gym 4 times a week, but since march I haven’t been able to do that since it has been closed for the last 8 months. I was starting to put on weight around my belly so in the beginning of november I decided was going to pick up running. At first I hated it. I ran for about 45min, three times a week and I dreaded it every time I had to start. A few weeks in, however, I decided to push myself and I ran for an hour straight. Since then I felt better about it and I actually enjoyed it. And boy would I enjoy it more and more…

Last friday I went for a run around 6pm. It was getting dark so the park was completely empty. I had been running for about 30min when I saw another guy running towards me. He looked like he was going quite fast. As we approached, I saw that it was a soccer player, who probably had to get some training done. We got even closer and it turned out to be a stunning adonis running up to me. I mean, this guy was about 6 feet tall, had a tan (which was due to his skin tone becuase there was no sun this time of year) had the type of body you see on young athletes who train a lot and had wavy light brown hair. But most of all… He had a face of a Greek god. His jawline looked like it was carved out of stone and he had this self assured look in his eyes like nobody could touch him.

We crossed and I gave my eyes the chance to study this gorgeous specimen. When he had passed I quickly turned around and his ass looked even better than I expected. He had a nice round, firm bubble butt that looked just perfect in his tight sweatpants.

I continued my run around the pond and of course after a while we crossed again. This time I studied his crotch but couldn’t really make out a lot. I don’t know if he caught me looking, but this time he looked at me as well. I nodded, but he just looked straight ahead and ran further along in the other direction. I didn’t see him any more during my run and I was quite disappointed. After an hour I stopped running and started walking. I had a 5min walk to get to my bike which was at the entrance of the park. As I was walking I saw him again. He wasn’t running anymore, but he was stretching against a tree. His body was just perfect. I guessed he was about 20 and he had been blessed by the gods… When he heard me approach, he looked up and nodded. I nodded back and said “Good evening”. To my surprise I heard him say “You don’t really run fast, but I can tell you’ve got stamina”. I stopped and turned towards him, glad he spoke to me. “Well, I’m not your age any more you know, I’m just glad I can do my hour 3 times a week” I replied.