Sure, let's meet tuesday.

Over the next few days you think about the entire thing over and over. All of those things he did... were actually pretty hot. I mean, come on, which gay guy wouldn't want to get it on with with a cocky jock bro. The cocky attitude, the musty scent, the domineering sex, it really turns you on a lot. The running was good too, but combining the two might have been a bit less so. Next time, you should go running and then head home, or you should not go running and home in on his dick. No matter which one of the two you end up choosing to do next tuesday, you're getting giddy just thinking about what might happen.

As for the scent, you actually somehow ended up with it in your sports clothes. You're guessing it came from the strength of the odor that it got stuck in your clothes, or it might have come from the physical contact. Anyway, you don't know if you will be able to wash it out of it, and if you want to. You find yourself catching a sniff from it every now and then, and you seem to have quite the reaction to it, as when you smell it even when you are just passing by, you find yourself getting a chub.

You should keep yourself busy till tuesday, but aren't quite yet sure how.

You went running on Saturday, today is Sunday. You are meeting Robin on Tuesday.