My wife and I had recently moved from Baltimore to Dallas along with our
two kids. I am a 32-year-old pilot for a major airline and was offered a
promotion that required relocation. Moving from BWI to DFW meant a
better standard of living due to the cost-of-living difference alone.
Plus, an eleven-percent pay raise, better weather and a better house
made it a no brainer.
My wife is a retail manager for one of the budget-chain clothing stores
that cater to women. So relocating for her, was not a huge deal.
However, the move put her farther away from her family and with the
children just about to start school, she was very stressed about all of
it.
About a month after the move, Amy was at a breaking point. She was
homesick, terrified of a new boss, a new daycare, and had no support
system established. Combined with my schedule now in full gear, keeping
me away a lot, she felt like all the burden was on her.
I understood her concern and suggested she take a leave of absence from
work to give her time to settle in and get more comfortable with the
area and childcare situation. That backfired, as she took it as me
'trapping her' into total dependence. That led me to doubt her trust,
since she felt she needed an immediate escape plan at all times.
It was a classic example of the woman needing a sympathetic ear, and the
man needing to fix it for her. The explosion hit on a Friday night, and
I ended up sleeping in the guest room. Or not sleeping, since I stewed
all night. I was kicking myself for not being more understanding, yet
pissed off that she took it as a personal attack and lack of caring.
About 6:00am, I decided to give it up and go for a run. Little did I
know that would turn out to be an even more life-altering decision than
the move. Our new house was adjacent to a state park on a lake, so it
was convenient for hiking and jogging in a peaceful, wooded setting.
There was a 'secret' pathway from our backyard to a hiking trail. I had
explored just a portion of the trail previously, so was anxious to run
the loop for the first time.
I wore jogging shorts with a tank top and carried my phone and earbuds
to listen to Spotify. I was quickly reminded how friggin' hot and humid
Dallas can be in July, even at 6:00am. After about two miles, I decided
to walk for a while, already drenched in sweat.
Imagine Dragons was blaring, and I was enjoying the beautiful morning
with no one around. I had seen a total of three other people on the
trails in my two miles. Then, it hit me how blaring music in this
peaceful serene setting, kind of defeated the purpose of relieving
stress.
I walked on with the music off, listening to the birds, and took in the
scenery. After calming down, I resolved to go back and apologize to Amy
and just listen. When the time was right, I would suggest bringing her
mom and or sister for a visit. Her mom is a teacher with most of the
summer off. We talked about her coming to stay when we first moved, but
we figured it might add stress to the move, so we put her off.
As the situation started to seem manageable again, I could feel a weight
being lifted. I walked on feeling like I had a plan. The lower stress
levels suddenly brought to light the lack of sleep and I thought if I
hurried back, there may be a chance for an hour or two before anyone
woke up.
I knew from the online map I pulled up, that I was on a loop trail, but
was not sure whether turning or going forward was the shortest way back.
So I went forward. I put the headphones back on and began to jog again.
Imagine Dragons continued, when suddenly, I caught a glimpse of
something that made me think I was hallucinating.
It sounds crazy, but it was the image of a huge boner, balls and all,
floating in the air off the trail to the right. I was by it so quickly,
it took a few seconds to register in my head, what it looked like. By
the time I stopped, I was well past it.
I stood there for a moment, and decided I needed to go back. I turned
down the music and dropped the ear buds over my shoulders holding onto
my cell phone.
While I walked slowly back, I thought I must have imagined something. It
had been a while since Amy and I had made love, and it must have been
my need for sex that planted the image in my head.
I stepped slowly and listened, but didn't really hear anything. I sped
up and walked past where I had seen it and didn't find anything. After
another twenty to thirty yards, there was nothing. Realizing I was
losing it, I put my buds back in and turned back.
As I walked back, there it was! From this angle I could see a pretty
fucking huge hard-on, being stroked behind a tree. The perve was wearing
olive-green sweats with a button fly and his pink cock and balls were
pulled out through the fly which gave the illusion it was floating in
air.
WTF, I thought as he stroked himself. It was a good eight inches long
with a slight curve back toward his body. He was clearly proud of it; as
he would stroke it, grip the base, waggle it, and stroke it again. Then
he released it, and it bounced up pointing at the sky.
I suppressed a laugh, thinking that's about how my cock felt after not
having had sex for... shit, over a month. I glanced up and his face was
hidden behind the tree, so I was confident he didn't see me.
As I watched in disbelief that someone would do this, I wondered. Do I
call the police? Just walk on and forget about it? What if he did
something to someone, could I live with that?
I pondered and he continued to stroke himself. I noticed his nut sack
was hairless and marveled at how much bigger he was than me. The
twisted, little voice in my head said, "If that were my cock, I might
show it off, too."
It occurred to me; he didn't know I was here, so he probably thought he
was hidden. He might be having a rough patch in his marriage like me,
and giving himself a little relief in the only place he could find
peace. I found myself feeling a little jealous, thinking I could use a
good wanking off, too.
The cock looked hard as granite and kind of angry. The head was
elongated and almost blue. The shaft glistened in the soft light with a
prominent vein on the right side. I had to adjust my own cock in my
shorts as I was getting a sympathy woody.
I glanced up and he was still oblivious to me watching. Then I scanned
up and down the path, confirming it was still clear while I figured out
what to do. When I turned back, he stood facing me, grinning, with his
hands on his hips. I nearly lost my balance after I jumped, as he
startled the shit out of me. The angry cock pointed skyward as I noticed
a pronounced ridge running from his balls to the bottom of his dick
head.
He said something but the music drowned him out. My heart raced as I
pulled out the ear buds with a death grip on my phone. He proudly rocked
his boner side to side.
"Are you gonna stare at it all day, or are you gonna help me with this?" he said, grinning.
He looked to be early twenties and athletic, about six feet tall and one
eighty. His hair was short and dark and his arrogant grin was wide and
proud.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, a little too shakily. "You better move the fuck along or I'm gonna call the cops."
"Really, big guy, you've been watching me for two minutes and your
shorts have gotten awful tight," he said, glancing at my tent. "Your
fucking music was so loud I heard you stalking me the whole time,
dipshit."
I noticed a bit of a Texas drawl in his voice. I instinctively moved my
hand with the cell phone to cover myself. As I did, he gripped his cock
and began stroking the length of it. If I'd gripped mine like that there
would be an inch or two sticking out of my hand, not four.
I tried not to stare as I thought what to say next.
"Impressive, ain't it?" he asked confidently.
I wanted to say no, but it really was. I forced my eyes up and spoke
again. "You need to get your perverted ass out of here, or I will call—"
"Go ahead, I'll tell them the married guy tried to solicit a blowjob. You're new here, ain't ya?"
I held up my phone to take a picture and he released his dick thrusting his hips forward, just as I snapped the pic.
"The married guy with dick pics on his phone."
I switched to video. "Keep talking," I said, holding it up.
He pulled out a wad of cash from his waistband. "Thanks for the money,
sir. This will really help with the rent. Is this hard enough for you.
Can I go now?" he asked.
I clicked it off, and he pulled his camera out and started recording.
"If anyone finds this, I was hiking this morning and this dude
approached me with his boner sticking out and offered me four hundred
dollars to get myself hard for him. I know it was wrong, but I'm laid
off and needed the cash..."
I covered my cock again, as it hit me what he was doing. I had lost
track of what he was saying as my mind was catching up to what was
happening. Then I quickly turned my attention back to him.
"... tell the police this is the guy, if anything happens to me." He
stopped recording and smiled. "Now are you done with the threats, my
friend?"
He looked at me calmly, with his boner still raging. Mine had begun to
soften quickly with the stunning events of the last minute.
"You must live pretty close. No pockets, no water, no car keys." He
looked me up and down and nodded toward my wedding ring. "Let me guess,
the wife's not holding up her end and you're feeling a little horny, my
friend?
"You're crazy..." I protested, but I could tell he caught the look of shock on my face, and he knew he nailed it.
"Am I? What color are my eyes, my friend?" I looked up at his face, with
my face red as a tomato. The arrogant smile was bigger than before.
"Exactly. Your eyes have been on the prize, the whole fucking time. 'Til
now, you couldn't have given the cops a de***********ion of anything,
but my dick.
Option A: I can spend ten minutes when I get home looking for new home
purchases in the area and find out where you live. Then we can share our
phone vids with your wife and the cops; or B: You can help a friend
out, after which we can mutually delete them."
He rocked his boner side to side, emphasizing the help he needed. I
wondered how the fuck he stayed hard through this, as I stood, frozen in
place, thinking what to do. If Amy or the cops saw the phone evidence, I
would be fucked. How the hell did this turn so bad, so fast!
"Follow me, my friend, let's continue our negotiations a little more off
the beaten path." He turned and walked further into the woods. "Better
hurry, the morning rush will start soon."
I looked at my phone. It was almost seven. It hit me, I woke up an hour
ago, and I had already completely fucked myself. I secretly hit record
on my phone again, in hopes I could stop things from getting worse. If I
could get him to say something incriminating, I could regain some
leverage.
He walked about twenty-five yards further in, and I followed
reluctantly. "What is it you want, what's your name by the way?" I
asked, mind racing.
"My name's Mark, what's yours?" he answered calmly, turning to show me
his still-stiff dick close up. My name is really Wayne, but I told him
Steven.
"So what is it you want, Steven?"
"I'm not sure I understood the question," I replied.
"You offered me four hundred dollars to get my dick hard, and I did.
Then you said if I let you give me a hand job, you'd get me four hundred
dollars more. You know I need the money, so I'm gonna let you jack me
off."
I was getting frustrated beyond comprehension. This guy just kept
turning the screws tighter, and I couldn't see a way out. If he showed
up, with Amy's current state of mind, she would never forgive me, even
though I did nothing wrong. I decided to keep trying to slip him up.
"Whatever, so if I jack you off, that will end it. We'll purge our phones and get back to our lives?"
"You're confusing me, Steven. You offered me money. I know it's wrong,
but I need it and did what you asked. I made myself hard for you. Then
you offered me more, knowing I can't afford to say no. The other four
hundred would pay all my rent so, I am willing to do that, too.
"I already told you I wasn't comfortable pretending to force you to do
it, 'cause I would never make someone do something they didn't want to.
But I'll do it if that's what it takes. I'll even do that other stuff
you asked if I have to. Does that make you happy, Steven? I'll do
whatever you want, just please decide, Steven; option A or B, and let's
get this done."
I could see no way out, so I answered, "Option B." I could not risk this
perv showing up at my house. Unbelievably, his cock was still fucking
hard with the skin stretched so tight; his cock head looked shiny.
"Okay, so here we go. You want to touch my cock don't you, Steven?" he asked, with his arrogant tone.
"Yes," I answered, fuming.
"Where are your manners, Steven?"
"Yes, please, Mark," I replied, softly.
"Did you tell me you wanted to jack me off till I cum on your face, Steven?"
"Yes, please Mark," I answered, with growing rage. Every misstep pulled me in deeper.
"Okay, you can touch it." He stepped closer, putting us nose to nose.
I told myself, "Walk away, he won't really show up at your house. Why
the fuck did you fall for this shit and let him record you with a
fucking boner, you idiot."
"Okay, Plan A then, Steven? Looking forward to meeting the little woman."
"All right. I'll 'help you out' and you give me your fucking phone to wipe that shit off, right?"
"Scouts honor, Steven," he said, giving the scout salute.
My phone was in my right hand, so I reached out with my left and gripped
him softly. I had never touched another man's cock, and he felt like
warm steel wrapped in silk. When I touched him, it was like a dam had
burst inside me and his heat rushed through me and settled into my
balls. I could feel my own cock stiffening and tried to stop it.
I slowly stroked him, wanting to end this.
He moaned, "It's so much better having someone else's hand do this, isn't it Steven."
I kept stroking him telling my dick to go limp, but my entire groin area
was tingling out of control. I wanted to let go and get control of
myself, but I dared not. I could feel his skin slide over his stiff
veiny shaft as I pumped it. I told myself, "Just get him off and get the
videos deleted. Then you're done."
He looked into my eyes. His were dark brown, like his hair. He kept
staring at me, inches from my face. It was too awkward, so I closed my
eyes to end the absurd staring contest he seemed to be starting.
"Oh, you like that don't you Steven. Damn, you got me so fucking hard." His voice sent shivers down my spine.
"This is sick, please, just end this already. You made your point, let me go please," I pleaded.
"Okay, Steven, I'll play along. We're not even close to done, Steven,"
he replied, in his dominant voice while his hand pressed against my
stiffening cock.
I gasped, pulled my pelvis back and looked at him pleadingly.
"Your mouth says no, but your dick says, 'oh, hell yes,' Steven." He gripped me firmly and stroked my cock through the shorts.
I grunted trying not to give him any encouragement and stroked him harder and faster. I needed to make him come to end this.
"Damn, Steven, you really like this buddy," he said, rubbing me faster.
I bent at the waist pulling my cock away. "Huh-uh!" I shook my head,
bent over, with my ass sticking out, so he couldn't reach my dick.
He seemed to get the message and kept his hands to himself, as I
continued to stroke him. His moans made me think I was getting him
close, but I couldn't push him over the edge.
I continued to jack him off harder, when finally, he suggested, "Two
hands, Steven." Then he gripped my phone. "I'll hold this for you."
I let him have the phone, moved my left hand to his ball sack and rubbed
them softly. He groaned with pleasure, as my right hand stroked his
cock near the tip, where his pre-cum had begun to ooze.
"Oh, yeah that feels good, my friend," he sighed. "Keep it up, Steven."
I fought the urge to tell him we were definitely not friends, but
continued, sensing he was getting closer to letting me end this
nightmare.
"Get on your knees, so I can come on your face, like you wanted, Steven," he commanded.
I wanted to scream, "I didn't want any of this!" but conceded and knelt.
Part of me was relieved, to get my face away from his because his
staring made me cringe. The thought of him kissing me, somehow seemed
far worse than touching his cock.
I sat on my heels, positioning my head at the level of his cock. The
reality of having him spunk on my face suddenly hit home as his
one-eyed, glistening cock head stared angrily at me.
My shorts stretched tighter over my boner when I knelt, adding to my
humiliation. I could not understand why my cock was so fucking hard. I
told myself again, it was some kind of instinctive sympathy hard-on from
not having sex for a month.
His hips began to pump as the pre-cum spread, lubing his dick head. The
elongated head thrust closer and closer to my face as he inched closer.
The more I leaned back the more he advanced. I wiggled my feet further
away, and quickly hit the base of a tree.
I breathed in his musky scent, and it seemed to add new intensity to the tingling in my groin area.
"I am gonna blow such a load on you, Steven. I hope your wife understands," he said, groaning.
Another moment of panic hit. I was out here in the woods, with nothing
to clean up with. I entered the woods from a path behind our house and
did not see a restroom anywhere. I tried to remember the map I had
looked at online. There had to be a restroom to clean up at, but I
couldn't remember. Even if there was, I wondered how many people would I
pass on the way?
"Oh shit, Steven, I didn't realize you were recording this. I'm sorry, you should have told me you wanted to watch this later."
I looked up and he had the phone camera pointed at me. Why the fuck did I hand him a recording phone!
"Smile, Steven," he said, grinning down at me.
"Please don't," I begged.
"You started recording, Steven, not me. Admit you want to watch this
later." Then he held it out to the side pointing down. "Let's see if we
can get your boner on screen, too."
"Please stop. I'm doing what you asked," I pleaded.
Then I told myself, "It's your phone, you can delete it as soon as you're done. You've got to get his, to get out of this."
I closed my eyes again, as if that somehow made it more acceptable. Then
I stroked him faster, focused on the mission to delete the
incriminating videos from his phone.
"Damn, Steven, you're gonna make me spunk, buddy," he groaned, pumping
his hips. "Hope you've got some wet naps and shampoo. Gonna be fun
explaining the dried jizz in your hair."
I leaned back against the tree trying to distance myself, but he just
pushed further forward. I gripped his shaft with both hands, pushing him
back, as I pumped him with both fists. The straining, glistening dick
head still protruded through both hands side by side. My own cock would
barely penetrate one hand, let alone two.
I could hear the sloshing of his cock as I pulled out, until the head
disappeared, then thrust my hands down to his pelvis. The angry cock
head popped through, nearly touching my face each time. I couldn't
understand how he hadn't come yet. His cock had been rock-hard the whole
time.
"Fuck, Steven, it's gonna be big. You'll never get all the cum off. Let me cum in your mouth and she'll never know," he groaned.
I watched in awe as the head disappeared into my fist then plunged back
at me. It was coated in pre-cum at this point, and he pumped his hips as
I jacked him off as fast as I could. He still hadn't blown! I couldn't
believe it. I felt like I might cum just from the friction of my own
cock rubbing on my shorts. He was superhuman. I shook my head, as the
scent of his sweat and pre-cum, made me wonder how he would taste.
"Your cock says 'yes,' Steven. Give me that warm mouth, my friend; make
me come." His left hand gripped the back of my head. "Come on, Steven,
help me with my problem and I'll help with yours."
He pulled me closer, and the cock head thumped my lips in rapid
succession. His pre-cum seeped through and a hint of creamy sweetness
hit my tongue.
"Oh yes, kiss it, Steven," he groaned.
In a moment of weakness, after that subtle taste, my mouth opened, and
the head penetrated my lips. It was warm and smooth and when the flavor
flooded my tongue, I released a hand and let him push deeper.
"Yes! That's what I need, Steven. So fucking warm."
His cock coated my tongue with salty sweetness, with a hint of bitter
aftertaste. It felt like I was watching this happen to someone else. I
pushed back as I jacked him off with my right hand, trying to keep him
from gagging me. My left hand was now cupping his warm ball sack.
"Damn, Steven, suck my fucking cock! Oh fuck that's so good. Take it all!" he grunted, pushing himself deeper.
I mumbled with my mouth full of hot meat. "Hump uh," I said, shaking my
head. I was happy, taking just over half. I began bobbing my head trying
to make him come already. I needed this to end and opened my eyes to
see him looking down, nodding, still holding the phone on me. I had to
close them again.
"Relax your throat and take it all, Steven. You can do it." He groaned.
Then, I felt my cell phone hit the ground as his second hand gripped my
head.
Some frenzied part of me wanted to take him all, and I did as he asked,
letting him push deeper. I bottomed out on my hand and still wasn't
gagging. So I removed my hand and took part of his head into my throat.
He was fucking me so fast, I could not contain my saliva that flooded,
my chin and neck and even onto the hand cupping his balls. I raised up
slightly and leaned forward improving the angle between his cock and my
esophagus. It opened my throat, and I could take a little more with each
thrust.
"Oh fuck, Steven, you got it my friend, almost there." He slowed his pace, thrusting a little harder.
I could feel him pushing into my throat and pulling out before the gag
reflex took over. When I felt my lips bottom out, I moaned audibly from
reaching my twisted goal. We continued as my two lips touched his balls
with each stroke. I gripped his thighs for balance with him pounding my
mouth.
"Gonna, fuck—ing come!" He grunted like and animal and thrust himself in hard.
I felt his orgasm hit as the wave of jizz rolled up his shaft and a jet
of hot spunk flooded my esophagus. The second wave erupted on my tongue,
as I bobbed. The bittersweet cream coated my mouth as he continued to
pump his seed into me.
"Take it, all!" he growled. He fucked my face with a handful of hair in each fist.
Cum dripped down my chin while he flooded my mouth with a huge amount of
spunk. It was impossible to contain, but I swallowed as quickly as I
could, trying not to let it stain my clothes. A strange feeling of power
rushed through me as his body spasmed out of control.
The scent, taste, and feel of his pulsating hardness filling my mouth,
all combined to pump blood into my raging hard-on, that radiated a
tingling heat through my lower body. I was so hard, it hurt.
He moaned contentedly slowly pumping me. "Damn, Steven, suck me fucking dry, cocksucker."
For a moment, I did just that, sucking him hard and slow, milking the
last remnants of jizz from his shaft. Then a flash of reality hit, and I
pushed him off. I stood back up and there he was smiling that obnoxious
grin, inches from my face again.
"Give me your fucking phone," I said, trying to project some bit of dignity with his cum oozing down my chin.
His taste was strong in my mouth and the smell of sweat and cum filled
my nostrils, as I held my slightly-trembling hand out. Thankfully, he
complied, and his phone still had the camera app up. I deleted the
photos and video and searched for his trash can to make sure it was
cleared.
While I did, he pushed his cock back into his sweats then pressed his
palm against mine again. I squeaked awkwardly, as he pressed against me,
pushing my damp underwear against my throbbing dick.
Thankfully, I found the trash icon, and emptied it before my cock took control completely.
"Let me help you with this, my friend," he said, in a seductive voice
that repulsed me. But my dick needed a release and didn't care about the
source.
"Suck my dick, you faggot motherfucker," I grunted, as if I were in control.
He moved his face uncomfortably close again, relentlessly rubbing me. "I
don't think that's necessary, Steven. I think you like being my
cock-sucking, little bitch so much, you're gonna come in your shorts."
Again, I closed my eyes, repulsed by his close-up stare. My cock was
soaked with pre-cum, and his hand seemed to know exactly where to rub. I
shook my head, trembling.
"Come in your fucking shorts, cocksucker!" he commanded, with his breath flooding my saliva and cum-coated chin and neck.
There was no stopping it. My cock began to throb, and my body jerked
from the first jet of cum erupting in my pants. My nose hit his chin
with the first spasm, and I groaned so loud, he pushed his other hand
over my mouth.
"Ssshhh, Steven, there's people around, my friend," he whispered.
I continued to spasm and moan, thankful for his muffling hand, as I vaguely heard the voices of mountain bikers passing.
It felt like my shorts were ballooning with cum, as he continued to
press and rub my hot spunk against my throbbing cock. A month's worth of
jizz erupted in spurt after spurt, inside my underwear. When my climax
finally passed, he released the hand from my mouth and continued to rub
me spreading my cum in my shorts.
"You needed that, didn't you, Steven," he whispered. "Your little cock is still hard, my friend. Do you wanna go again?"
I pushed him hard in the chest. "We are fucking done. Now, I am gonna call the fucking cops," I said, looking for the phone.
I didn't see it at first.
"Really, Steven. I have four hundred dollars cash. You have my cum on
your face and pants full of your own cum, where you rubbed yourself off.
Call them, my friend. Your wife, and kids too, I'm willing to bet, will
love that. Hope your hard-on fades by the time the cops get here." His
arrogant smile was as big as ever. "Can't find your phone, use mine,
I'll wait here with you. I can think of a few things to keep us busy
while we wait."
Fuck, I was angry. The perve was relentless, and apparently had nothing
to lose. I, on the other hand, had everything to lose. After yet,
another awkward pause, I handed his phone back. "We're done then?" I
asked. This time, I was doing the staring.
"That's up to you, Steven. I'll be here, same time, tomorrow if you
wanna go again. I can think of another place you'd like my cock, and I
bet a dollar, you'll come even harder, my friend."
"I am not your fucking friend. I know your game now, and if you come back here, the cops will know there's a rapist..."
"Back to the threats, Steven. I have nothing to hide. My name is Mark
Thomas, my address is..." The arrogant fuck called out his name,
address, and phone number. "If you want another taste, Steven, see you
in the morning. If you can't wait, call me. I can make myself
available." He gripped his cock for effect.
I repeated his phone and address in my head, so I could get the asshole later.
"Thanks for what may be the best blowjob, ever. I'll need to think on
that, but it's definitely top five. I'll be thinking about you today,
that's for sure. And I'm pretty sure you'll be thinking about me all day
long, Steven. Hopefully, not while you're fucking your wife later,
trying to get my dick out of your head. Hope to see you tomorrow, my
friend," he said casually, and jogged off back to the trail and off in
the opposite direction I was headed.
I waited there for a few minutes, pacing. My phone wound up being in
plain sight next to me. My head spun trying to grasp what the fuck just
happened, and what to do next. I knew I needed to get home quickly,
change, shower, and do whatever was needed, to apologize to my wife.
Hopefully, no one was awake yet, or getting out of these clothes
undetected was going to be impossible.
I looked at the front of my shorts. Thankfully, they were a
moisture-resistant fabric. Time was of the essence, and I began the run
home. There would be no resting this time, I would be out of time soon,
if not already. I hoped to God, Amy was not awake stewing, as I had
been. I needed them all to be asleep when I got there.
To be continued.
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