Page 77 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

“As I said, we’re already running three miles every morning. At least now, you’ll get a medal.”

“I’ll get a medal?” I couldn’t turn down an opportunity for free things. “I guess that’s better than getting condoms thrown at my face.”

“They weren’t used, right?”

We did some final stretches, but my body still felt sore. I shook out my left leg, but tension continued to squeeze my calf and thigh. Perhaps I should have taken his calls for stretching more seriously.

“I told you not to diss stretching,” he said.

“Don’t rub it in my face.”Unless we’re talking about your dick…

“We’re not young bucks anymore, although Harlen did call me kid last night. That was fun.” Leo stretched his arm over his head and leaned to the side, exposing a sliver of taut stomach muscle ready for licking.

“How was your meeting last night? You didn’t say. Is he on the Leo train?”

“We’ll see.” Another clenched answer I couldn’t interpret. I hoped I didn’t fuck things up.

“Get on the ground,” he said.

I gulped hard. “Why?”

“We’re going to do a deep stretch. Trust me.”

I lay on the ground, the cold grass sending shivers up my skin. Leo got on his knees and hovered over me, his body strong and towering. We were the same height, but being around him made me realize how lanky I was. His body was thick in all the right ways.

More shivers up my skin. I kept my knees up to hide the swelling happening in my exercise shorts.

Leo rested a firm hand on my left knee. “Is this the leg?”

I nodded yes. My love of witty banter suddenly disappeared. My tongue thickened in my mouth.

“Lie back,” he instructed. He lifted the leg so it was straight and pushed it up toward my chest. It reminded me of my position on his bed. Perhaps I should have stretched then.

The world was quiet around us, save for the occasional chirping bird and car in the distance. Leo pressed my leg deeper back, opening up soreness in my muscles, bringing a relaxed feeling. His body leaned against my leg, adding more pressure. My ass lifted off the ground and nudged closer to him—part stretch, part demon horniness pushing it closer to him. My erection strained against my underwear, and I prayed he couldn’t see it trying to poke through.

“How does that feel?” His voice was a raspy growl as he pressed my leg deeper into the stretch.

“Good,” I managed to get out.

His hips leaned against my leg and my ass. A familiar bulge brushed against me, barely missing my hole. Fuck, if he could give me one dry bump, I’d blow my load.

He grunted as he pushed. We kept looking at each other then looking away. I willed myself not to turn this sexual. This was stretching. He was helping me. My leg needed this. Yet all the oxygenated blood circulating in my system traveled to one singular appendage.

“That should open you up,” he said.

So could something else.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to my lips. The scent of his minty toothpaste and musky Leo-ness filled my nose as our tongues slid between our mouths. I gasped for breath as he thrust against me.

It was over before my mind could process. Leo sat up and hopped to his feet, hand on his hips as he caught his breath. Erection in plain sight. I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling ravaged, my dick still hard.

He turned to me, something between shock and lust splashed across his red face. “Good stretch.”

“My leg feels better.” I shook it out and stood up. “Let’s go.”

I took off down the street. Leo chased after me, great practice for the Zombie 5k. When he caught up to me, we got into our normal jog routine, running through the empty downtown. I knew all the stores by heart, their awnings and hopes filling the spirit of Sourwood. We ran in silence into the woods.

It was a tense silence, no doubt brought on by my shameless move earlier. In my defense, the stretch was a very sexual position we were in. And wasn’t sex another way of getting endorphins?

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