It was a familiar stretch, known for its secret cruising. I’d known about it for a few years now, having had some rather fun times here in the past. I was only 29, and every now and then, when the need hit me, I’d find myself driving back and forth along the road, sometimes pulling into the dark parking lot near the park beside the woods, listening to the sounds of the train going by below or the soft purr of boats in the water.
Usually it was crawling with like minded men, slowly driving in circles, sometimes parking. Rarely did I get out of my car now. I seemed gun shy since the last experience I had here maybe a year or so ago.
Those were the times, when I jumped at any big butch guy that looked my way.
Nowadays I seemed calmer. More reserved. Choosier. Pickier.
There’d be guys driving by that would outright stare, circle back and stare some more. My heart would pound. My cock would throb. But I was really trying to be good.
I could see the similar gold bands around their fingers as they drove by. I’d catch the flash of light off their ring finger as they slunk out of their cars, hiding their faces under baseball hats, or pulling hoods up over their heads.
Who was I to talk. I was 29 and married, still had a killer muscular body, shaved smooth and built like the athlete I still was, packing a thick 8 inches cut, and a tight ass that made many a man grovel and beg. I still found men taller than my own 5’9” self the draw, and the older married ones even more so.
It had been a while since I found myself tempted to my secret side. But here I was again, horny and parked silently in the late evening hours, unwilling to go home, watching the scene from my car in the parking lot, hoping to see something that might catch my eye.
And then someone did. Someone that literally caught my eye and took my breath away.
His personalized licence plate was the second thing I noticed. The first was him, stepping out in a pair of grey shorts and dark black zippered sweatshirt. He had a baseball hat on but I could see the face as he turned to close the door under the lights. His 1970s porn style stache, his rounded face and piercing blue eyes caught the light, reflecting the stubbled chin on his handsome face.
A face I knew.
A face I recognized.
I took in his bare legs and no socks in his black running shoes, seeing the sculpted thickness of his muscular legs, smooth looking from afar.
And then my eyes turned to the ass end of his car, with the licence plate “MR JAY” in all caps for me to confirm the face.
It was one of our fucking high school teachers. Not just a regular high school teacher, but the physical education teacher and married to a friend of my mom’s!
I leaned forward in my car, my mouth open now as I watched him scan the lot, glancing over in my direction before he shut his car door, adjusted his package in his grey shorts, then pulled his hat lower over his eyes and zipped up his sweater. He shoved his hands in his sweater pocket and turned to walk towards the park’s edge by the water, his round bubbled ass in perfect view for my watering mouth.
“No fucking way.” I said out loud to myself in the silence of my car.
Mr. Jakowicz, or Mr. Jack Off we’d call him as he barked at us in gym class whenever he was being the asshole that he could be. Mr. Jay, everyone else called him, especially all the football players, and the doe-eyed girls that giggled when they saw him. I knew that giggle. I’d felt it a few times with him around.
He was a stocky built guy, not the tallest man, but with an ass that everyone noticed and biceps that made my eyes widen. He always had a moustache, very Tom Selleck Magnum P.I. in those days, but he was blonde and Polish, and thick and stocky and made me tingle in ways I had yet to understand.
I remember the first time he touched me. It was grade 9, new to the school, and I was crouched over at my locker, stressed out and alone in the hallway, trying to calm myself down after a test when I turned to see him strutting down the hallway in his dark green polo that hung from his big pecs and barely contained his massive biceps. His lips disappeared under his blonde moustache as he smiled at me, and then he was behind me, planting a large hand on my shoulder, his calm voice practically whispering in my ear, “You need a hand with anything there, sport?”
I awkwardly stood up and he smiled even wider, leaving his hand on my shoulder and then pointing at me with his free one. “Brian, right?”
I nodded, unsure why my heart was pounding as I looked up to him. Back then I was a mere 5’2” of skin and bones. And here was a man, almost 6 feet or so seemingly so much taller and bigger than me, blonde and perfect looking.
“My wife told me your mom said to keep an eye out on you!” He squeezed my shoulder hard and winked at me. “Let me know if you need me. You taking Phys Ed next semester?”
I nodded my head, unable to speak for a reason I’d only figure out once my baseball coach Steve started to fuck me.
He patted my shoulder hard and I shifted my weight to keep myself from falling. He smelled like Old Spice and man, and I noticed how blue his eyes were, how round his pecs were, how thick his forearms were, the vein in his bicep…
“Then I’ll be sure to put you through the ringer. Get ready!” he winked again and with one final squeeze, left me to cover my sudden boner in the hallway. I know I stared at his backside as he walked away. I know I constantly gazed at his round bubbled ass whenever I saw him. I knew that I felt something I didn’t understand every time I was near him.
I saw the retreating figure heading to the woods, glancing over his one wide shoulder once back at my car before he put his chin down and walked towards the darker part of the woods. I was sure it was him, especially since I’d seen that licence plate parked at the school back then, and in my mom’s driveway once or twice. It had to be him.
I was sure I knew that face and that ass. Even now. Fifteen years later.
I opened my car door and found myself fumbling with the lock and my keys as I tried to casually walk the same path as he did, moving around his car, finding the path that I knew many men took, which lead to the quieter part, behind the park, nearer the train tracks and closer to the water’s edge where thicker trees grew and taller bushes, and secret paths.
Quiet spots where you could do things. Hidden away from the world.
As I listened to my own breath, my mind went back to my grade 9 gym class, and the relentless taunting Mr. Jay gave me. Like I was always too small, or too weak. He was hard on me, constantly pushing me, giving me weird vibes, until I finally showed him what I could do during the gymnastic portion of the physical education program. Suddenly I was the best. The most flexible, the strongest, the only one able to perform on the bars, and the rings, and the pummel horse. His gaze lingered more. He seemed appreciative of my skills. And his smile seemed to change.
I remember thinking how badly I wanted to impress him. I never had him again as a teacher, and I was never really around whenever him and his wife visited my mom. I’d only run into him once since I was back from university, in passing, when his blonde wife was half drunk and my mom and Walt were entertaining them in the backyard with another couple.
I remember that lingering gaze. His smile. The way he shifted in his seat and crossed his legs when I came out to say I was heading out. I remembered thinking then he still looked good. Still thick and fit and muscular. Still spouting that porn stache. His blonde hair receding a bit, adding to his handsome dad look.
It had to be him that stepped out of the car. In a known cruising spot for men.
As I heard my own breath as I hurried down the path to follow him, all I could think was, there’s only one way to find out.
I was so fixated on looking ahead down the path that I ended up walking right past him. I didn’t notice till I turned to my left to see him leaning against a tree, one leg bent and resting a foot against the thick trunk, his hands still in his sweater pockets leaning against the upper part of the tree, eyes under the brim of his hat peering towards me on the path.
I almost stopped, hesitated briefly, noticing him noticing me, before I slowly started walking again, lowering my own hat in the hopes he wouldn’t recognize ME. I glanced back at him, seeing the outline of his fists in his pockets resting on his waist, staring at me. My head stayed on his gaze as I kept walking, begging him to follow me.
So, when he pushed himself off the tree and started to casually follow me on the path, I turned my head forward, my heart beating wildly in my chest, wondering where the hell I was going. I was usually the one following. I was usually the one seeking out the target. I put my own hands in my pocket to stop them from shaking as I eyes the area up ahead.
There was a break in the bushes ahead, showing a narrow man-made path down towards the water that contained a number of very large Maple trees. With a quick glance over my shoulder to see the powerful legs of Mr. Jay still following me from a safe distance away, I stopped at the new path and faced him, before I slowly moved my way into the shrubs, glancing back to make sure he’d take the hint and follow me to a more discreet place.
I waited at the bottom, looking up at the opening, resting a hand on a tree trunk as I saw him stop and look down at me. He unzipped his sweater and I could see those big pecs and a bit of a round gut as he glanced from side to side and then grabbed his bulge in his grey shorts before he looked back down at me.
I nodded. Just like I did at my locker 15 years ago. I could see the smile on his face as he started to walk down the path toward me.
My heart was fucking pounding in my chest as I realized my former high school gym teacher was coming down into the woods. I had a moment of panic, wondering if he’d recognize me, and I found myself stepping back a bit, behind the tree but still in sight of him, trying to hide in the darkness.
It got very quiet, save for the snapping of twigs as we both found our footing. I pulled my hat down even lower, and put a hand to my own bulge, holding it, trying to stop my cock from throbbing too much at the anticipation of this man. I saw his legs first, afraid to raise my head and meet his eyes. Up close, they looked massive, thicker than I remembered, blonde hair covering the tanned look of them. They were muscled, thick with a few round brown freckles dotting them. He had a hand over his own crotch, and I found myself looking at the veins on the back of his hand, and the way his fingers looked, equally thick and strong. As if they were squeezing my own bulge. Or shoulder.
“Hey.” His whispered voice said and I raised my chin just enough to see the bottom of his, his jawline peppered with stubble, the thickness of his moustache trimmed over his full lips. I knew that smile.
“Hey.” I whispered back as he stepped closer, just inches from me, both of us seemingly unsure what to do now that we were alone.
“You looking?” he said bluntly, lowering his head, trying to see under my hat, which I avoided by simply reaching out to his bulge as he took another step forward.
“Yes.” I answered as he connected with my hand. In one fell swoop, he was lifting his grey shorts and the waistband of his Jockey underwear over his already hard cock. It bobbed out, curving slightly to the left, cut and pink and thick, about the same length as mine, which made me breath in deeply.
“Take it.” He ordered, putting a hand on the tree beside me, leaning in closer to me, ducking again to try to see under my hat. I felt like a spy, hiding my identity from him and bent forwards as I took hold of his member and wrapped my fist around it. He let out a long slow breath and I felt the heat of it so close to my neck. “Oh fuck…I need this.” He whispered, the familiarity of his voice now more apparent.
Afraid he’d see my face I knelt down and he took the hint, taking another step closer to feed me. I was still close to the tree so he had me pinned basically, but I didn’t care. I was finally going to taste Mr. Jakowicz’s cock. Mr. Jack Off himself. Holding his own dick out for me to taste.
I got a whiff of him and Old Spice and my mouth opened wide as I hungrily took him down my throat. His hand went to the back of my head and as I began to suck, the rim of my cap bumped against his hardened belly and slid sideways. Like a master of control, he didn’t stop my head only turned my baseball cap around backwards on my noggin and held me in place.
“Oh fuck yesssss!” he hissed over me, face fucking me. He tasted good, too good in fact, and his dick seemed made for my throat. Not only was I loving the feeling of this man’s cock in my mouth, but my hands were resting on his powerful thighs, feeling the muscles contracting under my touch. I slid them around his big legs to feel his fuzzy ass, also working overtime as he thrusted into my mouth.
“Holy fuck, that feels so good.” He lifted up his sweater and shirt to reveal a smooth hard small gut and my one hand moved up instinctively. My fingers found his nipple, found the bulging pec I’ve always wanted to squeeze, and I looked up to see his chin pointed upwards as he moaned above me. Then he looked down suddenly and I went back to his cock, trying to hide my face and suck some more of this man’s thick cock.
He shifted his feet as he continued to skull fuck me, before he bent over me, letting his hand slide down my back and into my shorts, his fingers finding the crack of my ass, eliciting a louder moan from him as his cock punched the back of my throat and I gagged.
“Fuck!” He said a little more clearly and forcefully. “You like getting fucked?”
I moaned into his cock and mumbled out a “Yes” with a mouthful of meat.
“Yes?” He echoed, and then pulled me up, his cock falling out of my mouth as he squatted behind me and spun me around, yanking my shorts down over my jock ass and then it was ME moaning as I felt his mouth and tongue buried up my ass.
I gripped the tree, spinning my baseball hat back around, keeping my face forward as he hungrily and loudly slurped and tongued my ass. I felt my legs being spread wider as he pushed my ass cheeks out, digging into me like he was starving for me.
And then he was standing up behind me, rubbing his cock along my now wet ass, his one hand around my neck holding me by the throat and his stubbled chin was at my ear.
“I’d love to fuck you. You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen here. You got a condom?”
I shook my head, afraid to look at him. “No man, sorry.”
His mouth was at my neck and he was still grinding his cock up and down my ass. I was pushing back against him, moaning just as much as he clung to me.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He moaned, and then his tongue was in my ear.
“Oh my god.” I moaned back, pushing my ass out, giving him all the hints he would need as his hands began to fondle my own cock.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He moaned into my ear.
“Yeah. I do.” I begged, lifting my face up, feeling his hand around my throat. I was going nuts, as his one hand started to stroke my cock and his other held my neck. He turned my face to his and his tongue found my mouth. And there I was, kissing Mr. Jack Off, my hat colliding with his, knocking them both sideways, his cock dangerously close to penetrating my ass as he jerked me off against a tree in the woods.
“Is it safe?” He moaned out, as he broke the kiss, letting go of my neck and cock and standing behind me, slapping his cock against my ass.
I arched myself back, fixing my hat again, putting my hands on the tree and lowering my head so he couldn’t see me. “Yes. I’m clean.” I moaned, and then I saw him, looking at me, practically beside me trying to see my face. I looked away just as fast as I felt him return to my ass, bending down to tongue me again before he was behind me, slamming his cock against my ass.
“You want me to fuck you? Raw?” His finger was at my hole. I looked over my shoulder at him. His grey shorts were down at his ankles, showing off his amazing legs. His sweater was now off and tossed to the ground, leaving him in a black tank top, showing off shoulders and biceps I had only fantasized about. Seeing them now, made me moan out loud.
“Yes!” I begged, and I spread my feet and watched him line up his cock. He moved behind me quickly, spitting down and rubbing it into my hole as he pushed the head of his pink cock up into me. I braced for it, feeling the stretch and the sudden burn, before he backed away and prodded me with a finger.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ you’re tight.” He lined himself up again and this time slid in without mercy.
I grunted out and squeezed my eyes tight as the sensation hit me. That large hand of his gripped my shoulder, just like it did 15 years ago at my locker, but this time I breathed, and felt his cock slip even further inside me.
“Yeah, there you go. FUCK!” he suddenly said loudly, and he raised his eyes to the sky. “Don’t move.”
I held myself still as I felt the throbbing inside me. I was adjusting to his dick, and he was adjusting to me. Then his eyes fell down again, and I found them looking at me. He stared at me with that sexy smile, and he pushed my shirt up over my back and let his hands move up and down slowly, never taking his eyes off mine, nor moving.
“That feel good?” He whispered with a wider smile, moving his hand up to my neck. I nodded, and he leaned over me, the shift making me gasp, and widen my eyes, and lift my head.
Then he grabbed my chin and he held my face up over my shoulder with both hands, while his cock speared into me even further. He stared at me for a moment, and then he lifted my hat off my head, and his smile changed.
It widened even more. And his grin shifted.
“Well holy fuckin’ hell. I thought that it was you.” He whispered.
A finger moved to my mouth and he shoved it in between my lips. I couldn’t help but smile as I sucked it back, my eyes widening with his recognition.
He pulled me back, making me arch even more, his own lips moving to my ear as he pulled my body up off the tree and back into his. I felt his cock flex and I shuddered.
“I’ve thought about fucking you for quite some time Brian.” He purred, turning my head sideways so he could properly look at me. “Did you ever fantasize about me?”
I nodded. “Yes.” I admitted.
He groaned, and brought his lips to mine for a soul sucking kiss. And that’s when he started to fuck me. “I fuckin’ knew it.” He groaned.
Right there in the woods, in front of the tree, holding my chin and kissing me.
He wrapped his big arms around me and fucked me hard. Fast. Like he’d been waiting to do it for years. He pulled me tightly against him, the sounds of our breaths the only thing as he pounded into me.
I was in heaven, seeing stars, feeling his muscles around me, his body using mine. My cock was so hard it hurt, bouncing up and down like a fucking pole as Mr. Jay jackhammered my ass furiously.
And before I knew it, he announced he was going to cum.
“I’m going to fuckin’ cum!” He shivered behind me and I reached around to grab his bare ass.
“Do it!” I begged, holding him tighter into me.
“In your ass? You want me to cum inside you?” He panted, fucking me harder than ever, his breath panting in my ear.
“Yes Mr. Jay! Fuckin’ cum in me!” I moaned as he shuddered around me, trying to hold me in his rhythm as he lost all control.
He pushed his forehead into my back and shook as he exploded inside me. I reached to grab my own cock and quickly joined him, feeling his hot load flood my ass as my own came shooting out immediately after into the dirt and grass below us. I shuddered along with him, trying to keep him inside me as long as possible until I was finished erupting.
His sweaty head moved up my back, finding my face again and twisting me into another passionate kiss. I could barely breathe, feeling his hot breath and moans filling my mouth as we kissed until our bodies recovered.
He backed out carefully, giving my ass a playful slap as he stepped around me, pulling his shorts up to cover himself and bending down to pick up his sweater as I tested my own legs and stood up straight.
“Jesus.” He puffed out, wiping a big hand over his face and lifting his hat up, revealing a very receded hairline before he adjusted his baseball hat. I slid my shorts up and turned around to face him. “Look at you, you little stud. Looking as good as ever.” He gave me that winning smile and put his hands on his hips.
“So do you.” I confessed, taking him in in his tank top and shorts.
He grimaced and blew out a puff of air. “Hardly. I’m a fuckin’ old man. But YOU…” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it and then moved to me fast, grabbing my face with both hands and knocking me back against the tree in another hungry kiss.
We were making sounds now, going at each other like two starved teenagers, until he stopped, and rested his head against mine. “Fuck I’m going to hell, aren’t I?” he laughed, and the smell of Old Spice filled my head again. I felt dizzy, his hands still holding my cheeks.
“Well, it’s not like I’m a student.”
He gave a small snort and pushed away from me. “No. I mean your mom. My wife. What the fuck would they do if they knew I just fucked your sweet little ass. Bare no less!” He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking at me still, that sexy smile making me feel weak in the knees.
I shrugged. “I won’t tell them if you won’t.”
He laughed and kind of gave a low snarl. “Oh…I won’t tell them. But Jesus…if only I’d known sooner. I could have been filling your ass for years. But you have to let me fuck you again. Properly. In a bed where I can get you fuckin’ naked and feast on your hot body.” His eyes raked me over, up and down before they landed on my eyes and his grin widened. “As long as you’re into older guys like me.”
It was me that gave the snort this time. “Oh Mr. Jay. You have no idea.”
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