Jeffrey ran along the path right behind his father-in-law, Richard Grayson, fifty and some on his back and still giving Jeffrey some trouble to follow. The trees lost their leafs in the Autumn wind as they trotted this way and that, in the almost deserted park.
Richard was a bull of a man, standing 6'1. He was a quite charming man, calm in his hugeness, always friendly since Jeff started dating his daughter. And he loved to jog. Jeff started following his example only recently.
We reached a bifurcation on the path and stopped to caught some breath. Richard drained his water bottle. Jeff watched the old man's throat as it gulped, admiring the thickness. As he watched, a drop of sweat ran down the side.
Richard turned to him, and Jeff pretended to be looking at something else.
"You look a bit flushed, Jeff," he said. "Wanna rest a little?"
"No, I'm good" Jeffrey said, trying to sound like his lungs weren't failing him.
Richard laughed respectfully.
"We're almost over," Richard said. His father-in-law's smile died down slowly, as he observed Jeff with a concerning look. "How are you?"
"What?" Jeff didn't know the meaning of the question.
"Are you okay? My daughter left again."
"Well, it's for research purposes," Jeff said. He hated that he sounded defensive. Lily, his wife, had grown more and more distant in a very short period of time since they married. He didn't know what to do anymore, but his father-in-law seemed to understand everything. Jeff's marriage was a downfall, and he smiled and pretended that everything was going to be okay.
"Son, if you need to talk, I'm here. You come to the house today, is that good for you?"
"Don't wanna be any trouble for you and Claire." Claire was a housewife in all the sense of the word.
"Nonsense. She loves when you visit," he paused. "And so do I."
"Why, thank you, Richard" he said sincerely, cheeks flushed.
Richard shrugged off and looked around, as if he was about to rob a bank or tell a big secret.
"What is it?"
"I have to pee," he said. Jeff laughed, and Richard followed suit, but then he stuck a hand into his shorts. He flashed his cock for a millisecond, before turning around, walking off the path onto a side tree. It was the first time Jeff saw his father-in-law's cock. It was so fast, which just made the fact that Jeff held a perfect picture in his mind a bit weird. It had darker tone than his normal skin, no foreskin, a soft-pink head and thickness even when flacid.
As Jeff's cock was forced to grow hard, he used the excuse of his father-in-law and went to pee on another tree. He finished his urine, but the cock refused to give him break. That's when he startled. A big hand fell on his shoulders and Richard laughed.
"What the hell are you doing, son?" he said. Jeff's eyes widened as he tried to shy away from Richard before he saw...
"Oh," Richard said. Jeff wanted to dig a hole and fucking die in it.
"This is not what you think."
"What do I think?" he asked, smiling. "Jesus, relax, what is going on in your head?"
Jeff's mouth hung open, but no words came out. He didn't know what Richard was thinking, he should've just stayed cool.
"I mean, I wasn't doing anything, it just sort of happened." He was blushing for sure, but he held his head up and stared at Richard's smiling eyes.
Richard narrowed his eyes. Jeff's heart stopped a beat or two, expecting a reprimand, and his belly twisting in itself with shame.
"I knew you and my daughter were going through a rough time," he said triumphantly, and turned around, laughing.
"Fuck you, Richard."
By the time they came back to jogging, they seemed on good terms again. However, Jeff noticed in the depths of his paranoid mind that Richard treated him a bit differently. Maybe with more intimacy. They had seen each other's cock, so maybe they formed a bond. Who knows.
...
"Damn, son. That's impressive."
They were sitting around the dinner table. Claire, Richard's wife; Richard, and Jeff. Jeff had finished off the big plate Claire had set for him and now rested on the back of the chair, relaxed.
"He seemed to have enjoyed," Claire said to her husband, laughing. She was older than Richard, with blond hair with streaks of silver.
"That he did," Richard said. "A big appetite, for a big boy."
"Not as big as you, Richard," he said, and they exchanged a look. If you asked Jeff what the look meant, he wouldn't be able to answer. But at the same time, an small streak of energy ran through his whole body, awakening yet again that damned erection. At least Richard couldn't see it. Jeff watched the longmarriage couple talking about their day, and focused on Richard's strong jaw as it moved.
"Jeffrey?"
He snapped back to his senses.
"What? Sorry, I dozed off."
"Daydreaming?" Richard asked.
