Lockdown had brought Jack endless boredom and growingly monotonous sex life with his girlfriend. It wasn't solely her fault, they hadn't been together for that long before being forced to cohabitate and 24/7 living magnified every small annoyance to a fever pitch.
When the restrictions were loosened they parted and left on barely speaking terms but it gave him a reason to draw a line under everything and look to a new beginning. She quickly shacked up with her work colleague whom Jack had always suspected of waiting to make a move and although he confessed loudly to be glad of his freedom her photo still smiled down from the bedside cabinet.
The slow return to office work was greatly received, and the much-missed human touch and conversations were sorely missed. To be back around genuine warmth and laughter pushed the acrimonious end of the relationship further from his mind and quell his growing loneliness.
His one real resolution had been to exercise regularly and lose the extra weight gained due to lockdown inactivity. Finally forced himself mentally to get up early and get that lard arse out of the house and moving. To put the last two years behind him and become the man he should always have been.
A short jog along the beachfront was the fledging attempt and a quick reminder of how out of shape he had become. The pace slumped scarily to a meander and his breathing turned into an asthmatic pervert in minutes. Jack slunk back home at a walking pace having given up on completing the minor circuit
It took all of his self-control to push himself to repeat the endurance the following day and although as painful he managed to finish this time and slap himself on the back. Small increments in pace and distance improved his fitness and he steadily felt fitter and stronger.
The early morning run became his regular routine and he started to engage in it without any mental admonishments. The fresh morning breeze against his face as he sped past the occasional dog walker with the warm rising sun waking his legs the perfect start to the day.
As the months progressed the distance grew and his route advanced, Jack now detoured out into the dunes, through the woods, and circled back to the beach path to his house. A solitary figure zipping through the trees following the worn-trodden paths up and down hills.
On Saturday Jack rose early and changed for his morning run just as the light started to grow. Slipping into his shorts and vest, he pulled on my now well-worn trainers and stretched against the hall wall before exiting.
Getting in a nice easy rhythm he plodded down the hard pavements before making his way down to the softer grass tracks up to the beach. The first of the dog walkers passed him on the path and they exchanged the customary good morning nod.
Half an hour in and Jack turned off the main promenade to skirt the dunes before navigating his way through the leafy path toward the woods. The overhanging trees gave his body some rest from the growing sun and the coolness brushed his sweat-soaked skin.
Jack followed his usual map of the woods and exited along a tight path heading back towards the dunes. A tall bearded man walked toward him from the opposite direction, slowly ambling down the path. As Jack got nearer the man grew taller and larger, his crisp white t-shirt pressed tight against the muscled bulk of the stranger.
His white shorts looked minute on his huge thick hairy thighs, his black body hair matched the prodigious bushy beard and Jack turned his gaze solidly to the ground. As they passed Jack raised his eyes and gave the man the conventional response and nodded with a smile.
The stranger returned this with a leer and wink, a long exaggerated one aimed directly at the runner. A mischievous twinkle in his eyes as the boy blushed immediately from his action.
The new few steps Jack ran focused solely on the path, trying to forget the occurrence seconds before. The only description Jack could find for the look the man gave was sexual and his response confused him.
Giving himself some time to put space between them Jack finally took a glance over his shoulder, hoping to see the empty path. To his dismay, the man stood quite openly admiring Jack's body. His hand now salaciously rubbed his crotch, the smile had grown to a grin and he mocked the boy.
Nearly stumbling, Jack ran, his pace increased rapidly until he reached the open promenade and the safety of people. Slowing down he managed to control his breathing and compose himself and make his way home for a well-earned shower.
By the time he returned home Jack had grown quite embarrassed by his reaction and his discomfort. It was the first time a man had been quite so open in his desire towards him but he hadn't actually done or said anything and Jack had run away like a scared child.
The hot water washed away the sweat and the memory of the morning, or so he hoped. Closing his eyes the stranger would appear, now rubbing an obvious hard cock that bulged through the tight shorts. Jack's own cock hardened as he soaped around it, his hand gripping the slippy shaft.
The man unzipped his shorts and unleashed a huge thick cock which he waggled salaciously and beckoned a finger towards Jack. Helplessly his feet followed the order and he edged closer to the glistening penis. With a groan that echoed around the shower, Jack came in spurts and awoke him from his fantasy.
Cleaning off the semen and the growing shame, Jack confronted his fears and succumbed to a moment of weakness. The adrenaline of the run and the shocking behavior of the man combined to warp his mind momentarily.
By Monday morning it took all of his self-motivation to rise and dress for his run, the looming figure of the stranger constant in his mind. This time he kept to the more congested areas and skipped the woods completely, although his eyes were on constant alert.
As the week progressed he relaxed, there had been no sight of the man and he could enjoy his exercise once again. On Thursday he even got confident enough to return to his old route and cut back into the woods.
The trepidation ebbed away as he slipped rapidly along the thin path till he was the final turning. Jack froze for a second, there was the stranger, dressed in different colored clothes but most definitely him.
The grin reemerged as he saw the runner stutter as he saw him and he waited patiently for the young man to pass. "Hello, sexy boy."
The deep voice growled out the words inches from his face as his mouth dropped dumbly. His pace came to a halt a few yards later as he stood and stared at the muscular bulk now stepping nearer.
His grin grew as the boy's face flushed, and his hand ran across his shorts stroking an awakening penis. "Come here, I've got something for you."
The voice matched the size of the man perfectly, a low guttural rumble of speech. Jack's eyes dropped to the obscene bulge now obvious in the man's tight shorts, his fantasy had not been far off.
The man caught the peek and laughed, a cavernous roar that brought Jack back to reality. His brain cried flee and finally, his legs responded, sprinting down the path and across a dune.
"You'll be back faggot," the stranger shouted loud enough to wake the neighborhood.
The words flew around Jack as he fled, this time he did not look back. If he had timed himself it would have been his new record, by the time he got to his street he was exhausted and shaking.
Arguing with himself as he showered, he tried to configure out why he stopped and how he nearly put himself in such a comprising situation. As soon as he soaped himself, his cock took over and he closed his eyes to the fantasy again.
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It took till Friday before he could grow the confidence to run again, he'd convinced himself his stoppage was an aberration. Something that happened from nothing but shock and would never repeat itself.
To be safe, he changed his route to the longer more pedestrian terrain and keep a good distance away from the woods. The warm breeze relaxed him as he nodded good morning to the regular dog walkers and a friendly wave to his fellow joggers.
As he passed the entrance to the woods he held firm and jogged past, head down, eyes on the road. On the return he wavered, his cock awoke, and swung in his shorts, the dark woods tempted him in.
His heart thumped as he paced stealthily through the bushes, his eyes darting on alert for the stranger. The dark shadows of the tree now started to diminish as the bright light of the open fields beckoned. The man had not appeared and deep inside Jack felt disappointment.
"Told you you'd be back," a voice leaped from the darkness.
Jack let out a shriek as he faltered to a stop, much to the man's amusement. This time he didn't dare move and his eyes stared at the emerging figure.
The stranger leaned nonchalantly against a tree, his shirtless torso glistening with thick black hair. "Come here."
Jack stood at 5'8 and as he nervously approached the man he had to peer up into the bushy beard face. His muscular chest dwarfed Jack's own and he felt his masculinity ebb as he got nearer.
A thick rough hand gently stroked Jack's smooth blushing face, "well you kept me waiting." The other hand slipped around his waistband and held him close, near enough to inhale the overpowering cologne. "But I know a faggot when I see one."
The urge to dispute those words was swiftly ended by the man planting his lips hard on his own. Jack had plenty of experience with kissing but he had never been the kissed before, a man takes the initiative. The thick bristles of his beard rubbed roughly against his face as he dove his tongue in deep.
Instantly Jack's tongue flicked against the invaders as it filled his mouth and he closed his eyes as they snogged. The man's hands now slipped achingly down his back and cupped both buttocks hard and tight eliciting small ecstatic moans from Jack.
The removal of his tongue from Jack's now hungry mouth brought the boy back to his senses. "I knew you'd like that," with his thumb he wiped off some drool from the boy's lips. "What's your name?"
For a spilt second, Jack thought to give a fake name but the man stopped him in his tracks with a penetrating glare. His deep dark brown eyes sunk into Jack's soul, "Jack."
His hand plummeted into the boy's shorts and removed a set of keys, he studied the key fob and read the name and address. "Good boy, for not lying to me." The man deposited the keys back into the boy's pocket, "my name is Rob." "But you will call me Sir."
