I've got my dick out, trying to start pissing, but I can't because this strange man is staring at me. Giving up on pissing, I begin to put my dick away, muttering, ''Haha, I guess I don't need to piss," but the Semper Fi man yells, "Oh, no, you don't." What the fuck is it with this guy? I was panting, barely able to breathe, when this six-foot handsome twenty-year-old guy took hold of my dick and casually put a hairy arm around my neck, under my chin, and used it to hold me up tight to his chest.
He said, "Relax against me, and you'll pee. Go ahead, relax." I gulped, my body as stiff as a board, and he yelled, "Relax, Goddammit!" Why was he annoyed that I couldn't pee? This is so inappropriate! It borders on assault. Hell, it is assault. To make matters worse, his five o'clock shadow scraped my cheek as he whispered in my ear, "Okay, you cute motherfucker, keep your body against mine and do what I fucking say. It shouldn't be this hard to take a piss. Relax!"
I squeak, "Could you let go of me, please?" More calmly, he said, "I'm helping you. Do what I tell you. Stay against me," and his arm moved from under my chin, his hand going under my T-shirt to rub my belly. This was so unexpected that I did what he said and stayed against it. As his fingers rubbed closer to my pubic hair, he murmured, "Close your eyes and picture a waterfall in your pretty head," and he said in a hypnotic voice, "Close your eyes and relax," and again in his soft, dreamy voice, "Close your eyes and relax."
To call this weird doesn't adequately describe its bizarreness. Even so, my eyes fluttered as my heart pounded dangerously hard and fast. There wasn't any way I could relax in this position. Undeterred, he appeared confident that I could and would, saying, "Good, you're relaxing." Like before, he said that smoothly several times, and I started thinking about his breathless voice and the yoga-like mantra...
As I'm contemplating that, the man is still holding my dick, and I begin peeing. What? A pee stream started, slowly at first, but quickly got faster. Soon, the stream was fast and fat, piss coming out hard as a horse piss. I had both hands holding onto his hairy wrist, thinking, 'Oh, God, I've never pissed this hard before in my life...'
As my piss stream petered out, the man murmured, "There you go. Feel better?" Unconsciously, I nodded, "Yes, much better."
Whoa!! I really needed that piss, and I shuddered as he flicked my dick a few times to get the last drops to drop. Then, still holding me against him, he said, "That felt good, didn't it?" I muttered, "Un huh." He scratched the side of my jaw with his wire-like beard, putting his lips on my ear and whispering, "Come over here with me. This will feel good, too."
Hesitating, then shaking my head, he said louder, "Yes, you must come with me. It's not far. Just away from our piss tree." With an arm around my shoulders and still holding my dick, he walked me beside him to a nearby, low bench. I took very small steps, the strange man murmuring encouragement, "That's good. Be careful; go a little further to that bench. Do you see the bench?"
Almost floating in a trance-like state, I murmured, "The bench. Yes, uh-huh, I see it."
His voice was low and without anger, but it still sounded very authoritative. My hands were both loosely holding onto the hairy wrist of the arm with the hand holding my dick. At the bench, he sat down and started sucking my penis. What? Oh!
He had my nuts firmly in one hand, not hurting me but squeezing a little tighter than was comfortable. He sucked my dick slowly as if he had all the time in the world, occasionally squeezing my nuts hard enough to make me squeak out a sound, "AH!" He had brilliant blue eyes, and he would look up and open them wide. I don't know why he did that, but I looked away each time, and I did not attempt to move away because he had my nuts in his other hand.
I have, of course, sucked off Carl many times, but I'd never been sucked off, and it was a very unique sensation as part of a wildly unique situation. He got me hard by bobbing his head back and forth so that his lips massaged my cock from head to root. When it firmed up enough to satisfy him, he licked it for a while and then sucked on the head until I couldn't help but make "Ah, ah, ooh!" sounds.
The guy let go of my nuts and pulled down his shorts, and got hold of his long penis. Now it was my eyes that opened wide as that long cock of his got even longer when he stroked it. He stroked it steadily without slacking off his sucking and licking on mine. By now, I was huffing quick snorts of air. I'd never felt or seen anything like this before, and, Omigod, my cock was alive like never before, throbbing with sensational pleasure vibrations, my nuts buzzing and moving in their sac. I looked down again and did a double-take because he wore a wedding band on his left hand.
He's married? That thought, though, evaporated instantly as my cock felt so good I had to concentrate on it. It was shiny and slimy with spit and truly as hard as I've ever seen it, longer too, and maybe past the six-inch mark. It no longer was skinny-looking, and it felt fantastic. He pushed his face into my stomach so that his nose poked through my pubes, and some of my cock went into his throat. He did something with his throat muscles, and I was dancing on my toes, one foot than the other, moaning, "AH, AH, AH! Oh, no, oh..."
I was right at the tipping point of blowing my load down his throat when he pulled my cock out and licked up and down the shaft, letting the swollen head squeeze precum out that he lapped up... all the time, stroking his long cock. I had both hands on his wide, strong shoulders to keep from falling, my hips now humping on their own as again I reached the point of no return, and climaxing was mere moments away as I made desperate moans, almost whining because I needed to climax most desperately.
I felt my climax building as he put the head in his mouth and bobbed down on it. I squealed like a girl with a mouse running up her leg and spewed cum down the strange twenty-something-year-old guy's throat. Then, trembling, I shot another load down there. Without swallowing, he sucked my nuts dry. There wasn't even a drip of cum on his lips. He pulled his head away from my limp dick slowly; it flopped against his chin. He took in a long breath, then, his eyes opening wide, he grunted, "Ahh," and blew a string of cum from his long boner. I turned my head and watched it shoot out six feet, quickly followed by a fatter load of cum that only made it three feet before gravity dragged it down.
He went, "Whew! That was wild!" and then, letting go of my dick, he stood slowly while pulling his shorts and jock up in the same motion. In a calm, conversational voice, he said, "That was delicious. What's your name?"
Frowning, I shrug, "I'm going to call the cops on you." He chuckled, rubbed my head, and mumbled, "No, you're not. Listen, I run Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Meet me here Friday afternoon at three o'clock sharp!" He put a hand lightly on each of my shoulders, looked me in the eyes for five seconds, squinted his glowing, deep blue eyes, and nodded as though he'd confirmed something. I was a statue, not even blinking. Then, thinking he was done, I started to pull up my jock, but he grabbed my hand, saying, "I want you to shave your pubic hair. Make sure you take care of that before Friday. I don't particularly appreciate sticking my nose in pubic hair. It's a phobia I have, making an exception for you, and you're welcome."
Frowning, confused again, I mutter, "What? Shave what...?" He says, "Yes. All my boys shave." With his index finger, he outlined low down on my belly, a small half circle above my cock, saying, as if it's something normal, "You can leave a little bit of pubic hair just above your dick if you want. I allow that, but ensure the hair is no more than half an inch long. Shave the rest so the skin is as smooth as a baby's ass."
Not surprisingly, that outrageousness left me speechless. He said, "You're stooping. Stand up straight! I can't abide slouching boys. Hands behind you." I did that by involuntary reflex or something. My cock and balls are still hanging out in the open, my shorts around my ankles, and to make this even odder, I'm still feeling buzzing all over my body from that thrilling climax. Awesome feeling. I looked at this handsome young man and thought, "He's early twenties, or maybe younger?"
He looked back at me and said, "Avert your eyes!" I looked down, and he squeezed the back of my neck and ran the palm of his hand up the back of my head, then over the top, messing my short hair. "Just stand there, but straighten up."
Jeez, I can't stand any straighter. What the fuck? He used both hands to feel my shoulders, saying, "You are one helluva good-looking kid! Your full lips and those sexy bedroom eyes. Goddamn! Well, I can help you, and I will." Feeling down both my biceps, he mumbles. "You don't lift, do you? Still, you've got yourself some nice guns. God's gift, huh?"
I don't know what he's talking about, but I don't know why I'm still standing here, either. Is it that I'm afraid to try leaving? Yeah, maybe. If I go along with this crazy man, maybe he'll let me go. Meanwhile, he's feeling from under my armpits, a hand on each side, down to my buttocks. He squeezed my left and right buttocks simultaneously and said, "Jesus Christ, kid, you've got the hottest ass I've ever felt on a man or woman. Nice swimmer's body. Are you on your high school's swim team?"
Ignoring the question, he looks into my eyes, "Are you?" Shaking my head, I'm hypnotized or something. He put the palm of his hand on my forehead and pushed up my short bang. Chuckling at first and then mumbling, "This is beyond belief. You've got a better ass and a prettier face than my wife! Where did I go wrong?" He laughs some more, muttering, "Goddamn, this is priceless," then adding, "And my wife would kill to find hair dye the shade of blond hair you've got naturally."
He took his hands off me and asked, "Are you aware how rare you are?" I shrugged, and he added, "Yeah, whatever, you're clueless," and he bent down and pulled my running shorts and jockstrap cup up for me, then patted my ass. He picked up and handed me my water bottle, saying, "Be here Friday, three o'clock sharp, minus your pubes. Bring everything else, though, including that adorable pouting expression." He patted my cheek, and I felt myself blushing."
Chuckling, he said, "You're too much, Dylan! Okay, you leave first. I'll give you a head start so we don't have to run together. I don't particularly appreciate running with anyone. So, go ahead, take off." And this time, he swatted my ass hard, and off I ran as fast as I could, my arms pumping, my legs flying, like I was running a hundred-yard dash. I'd exhausted myself in three minutes, but I was way down the trail and finally had to slow down to a jog.
My breathing was raspy and hard, sweat dripping off my face and wetting through my T-shirt. I jogged without thinking about anything. My objective was to stay ahead of him. I did not want that guy to think I was waiting for him. He said he didn't like running with anyone, including me, so I picked up the pace again and, shortly had a painful stitch in my side. This blows, so I gave up on completing the second mile and took the shortcut to where I started.
I emerged behind the Super Stop & Shop Market's parking lot, cutting through some weeds and up a little incline. This is over a mile short of the four miles I normally run. Slowing down gradually to a walking speed, and then I stopped completely at the back of the building. I took my sneaker and sweat sock off to pore water on my leg and scrub at the guy's dried cum.
That was easily the most unbelievably bizarre thing ever happening to me. It makes my experience with Carl seem like normal behavior. Carl was weird, but the guy at the rest stop, what could anyone make of him? Rubbing my leg vigorously, I got most of his cum off. Looking at my hand for a second, then l looked around, seeing no one; I smelled my hand but didn't detect any cum odor.
My mind was all fucked up. Nothing to do about that except move on. After putting my socks and sneakers back on, I started to jog slowly around to the front of the Market, heading for home.
To be continued...
