Maybe if he ran faster he wouldn't think about her.
It had been a year since Lisa passed, and even now, the memories came back sharp, sudden, a knife to in his chest. The smell of citrus, the sound of a stream, he'd turn to tell her something, and she wasn't there.
Damnit. Jack blinked the moisture from his eyes and ran harder. He'd managed a few weeks of unthinking relief since he'd gone back to running in Myler Park. True, the park wasn't exactly the safest, and there was no chance he'd run there when it got dark. But, further back on the gravel trails where it was lush and green, he could almost escape. Escape the sad looks, the empty house, and the memories.
Instead of his usual left, he took a right, up the hill. Damn, even a few weeks back into a routine, the incline left him winded. He passed a gravel parking lot, with a lone Subaru station wagon parked under a tree, and pushed on.
Up and up he went, past scrubby pines and faded wildflowers. Abruptly, the path died in a clearing. Shit. He'd been here before.What was it, twenty three years ago? Not long after they got the house, they'd gone exploring. And when a young couple finds a clearing...
Jack's running shorts began to tent. Despite their painful edge, the memories of her on all fours in the sun, the heat as he pushed into her, his hips gave an involuntary roll. Christ, that ass. They had fucked until they had collapsed into the soft grass and clover, holding each other as the sun dropped below the trees.
Damnit, while his body ached to feel her against him, his cock stood at full attention. Jack had only fucked once since the funeral, and it had been a disaster. Pam was nice enough, and those tits had been fantastic, but having another woman beside him reminded him too much of Lisa. It was cold comfort. He hadn't even been able to come.
But, his erection wasn't going away. For a brief moment, Jack considered beating off in the clearing but, instead he made his way back down the hill. Maybe a cool down and a cold shower were what he needed.
As he crunched past the parking lot, the station wagon was still sitting beneath the tree. But now the back door was cracked open. The driver's seat looked empty, and Jack couldn't see anyone around. Shit. Had someone forgotten to shut their door before going on a hike?
While part of him, the tired sweaty part, told him to leave it be, he couldn't. What kind of asshole would he be if he didn't shut the door? Myler park wasn't crime-central, but this was basically asking for your car to be robbed. And, after all, what would Lisa say?
Mind lost to memories of good-hearted jabs and grumpy replies, Jack jogged over to the subaru. Rounding the back past tinted windows, he grabbed for the door, and... Oh shit.
A young man was sprawled on his front across the back seat, absentmindedly swiping through pictures on his phone. While he wasn't tall by any means, he had his legs bent and ankles crossed, to keep him from sticking too far out of the station wagon. It gave Jack a perfect view of his ass.
A very bare ass, lifted slightly into the air, framed with strips of blue elastic.
"Uhh.." Jack took an involuntary step back.
"Took you long enou--" the young man rolled over, and yelped. "Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Shit. Sorry. Shit. I didn't mean..." Jack was stammering, who the hell lays around in the back seat with their ass pointed to an open door?
The young man seemed to relax and pull himself up, "Hey... it's no problem. Didn't mean to startle you."
"Uhhh..." Jack was at a loss for words.
The young man grinned, Jack couldn't help but notice the dimples, "So my friend kind of bailed on me... You wanna..."
"Uh... I'm not... I'm not gay."
The young man rolled sky blue eyes, "Yeah neither are most of the guys around here. Besides," he nodded, eyes going to Jack's crotch. "Looks like you can use some help." Despite everything, Jack's cock twitched at the attention, it only made the young man grin wider. In a smooth motion, the young man pushed himself across the backseat to slide to the edge. He reached out and gave Jack's cock a squeeze, which made Jack's knees go a little weak. The young man sighed and ran his fingers across the length of him through the netted running shorts, "You're pretty thick. Gotta give me a little time to work up to that, ok?"
Jack's mouth went dry. This was insane. He didn't like men that way, and even if he did, he wasn't the sort to fool around with a stranger in public. Was he? For a moment he tried to think of Lisa, she always knew the right thing to do, but she was silent between his ears. The young man gave Jack's cock a gentle squeeze, and continued to stare up at him. Jack swallowed and nodded.
The young man gave one last look around to check if the coast was clear, before he slowly pulled Jack's shorts down, boxer briefs and all. Jack's cock sprung outward from a thicket of dark hair (with more gray than he remembered). When was the last time he trimmed? Before he could form an apology, the young man tilted forward and ran his lips around his cock head. Jack shuddered, and the young man slowly leaned his head down, soft lips working their way down the underside of his shaft. The young man reached up and rolled Jack's balls with one hand, while his other hand's fingers ran through his pubes.
Kissing his way back up Jack's cock, the young man took his head between his lips, and began slowly, almost delicately, to work Jack's cock into this mouth, inch by inch. Jack let out an involuntary groan, as his hand instinctively began to work through the young man's shaggy gold hair.
The young man let out a soft sound, before he finished making his way to the base. Just as slowly he pulled himself back, all the while giving Jack's balls a gentle pull. He pulled himself off for a moment, sighed, flashed Jack another perfect grin, before sliding down his cock again, this time getting into regular strokes.
Jack groaned and felt his fingers tighten around the hair above the young man's ear. Which earned him a view of bright blue eyes. He could practically see the shit-eating-grin in the young man's expression, as he continued to rhythmically take him up and down.
Christ this kid is beautiful. Jack blinked, and shook his head. Why not admit the truth? Slim, golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and wide smile. He looked like he had rolled right out of a catalog. Jack ran a second hand through the young man's hair, feeling his head bobbing up and down. The young man's eyes had closed, and oh... there it was. His tongue was sliding up and down his cock as he worked, swirling his head on the way up and the way down.
"FUCK." Jack groaned, and let his hips push toward the man's face. The young man placed his hands on Jack's and pressed them to frame his face. He stopped moving with as much purpose, and Jack--taking the hint--began to fuck him in the mouth. While the young man couldn't help but gag a little, nobody had ever been able to suck Jack's cock so well. Jack could feel himself knocking against the man's throat, and the tightening was almost unbearably good. He felt a familiar sensation rise, and not wanting to end things too quickly, pulled himself from the young man's mouth, leaving a line of pre-cum stretching from his lips. The young man gasped.
"Was getting close." Jack rumbled.
"If you want to finish that way but," the young man bit his still shiny lip, "I was hoping you could fuck me."
Jack could only nod, which earned him another perfect grin. "Hey uh..." the young man ventured, "You ok with taking off your shirt?"
Jack answered only by peeling off the now sweat-soaked gray shirt and tossing it to the ground.
