A Cock in the Hand Ch. 01

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*Note to the reader: This story contains content of non-consent/reluctant, gay-male sex. If this is offensive in any way, please find another story. If you read on, I hope you enjoy it.

My wife and I had recently moved from Baltimore to Dallas along with our two kids. I am a 32-year-old pilot for a major airline and was offered a promotion that required relocation. Moving from BWI to DFW meant a better standard of living due to the cost-of-living difference alone. Plus, an eleven-percent pay raise, better weather and a better house made it a no brainer.

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My wife is a retail manager for one of the budget-chain clothing stores that cater to women. So relocating for her, was not a huge deal. However, the move put her farther away from her family and with the children just about to start school, she was very stressed about all of it.

About a month after the move, Amy was at a breaking point. She was homesick, terrified of a new boss, a new daycare, and had no support system established. Combined with my schedule now in full gear, keeping me away a lot, she felt like all the burden was on her.

I understood her concern and suggested she take a leave of absence from work to give her time to settle in and get more comfortable with the area and childcare situation. That backfired, as she took it as me 'trapping her' into total dependence. That led me to doubt her trust, since she felt she needed an immediate escape plan at all times.

It was a classic example of the woman needing a sympathetic ear, and the man needing to fix it for her. The explosion hit on a Friday night, and I ended up sleeping in the guest room. Or not sleeping, since I stewed all night. I was kicking myself for not being more understanding, yet pissed off that she took it as a personal attack and lack of caring.

About 6:00am, I decided to give it up and go for a run. Little did I know that would turn out to be an even more life-altering decision than the move. Our new house was adjacent to a state park on a lake, so it was convenient for hiking and jogging in a peaceful, wooded setting. There was a 'secret' pathway from our backyard to a hiking trail. I had explored just a portion of the trail previously, so was anxious to run the loop for the first time.

I wore jogging shorts with a tank top and carried my phone and earbuds to listen to Spotify. I was quickly reminded how friggin' hot and humid Dallas can be in July, even at 6:00am. After about two miles, I decided to walk for a while, already drenched in sweat.

Imagine Dragons was blaring, and I was enjoying the beautiful morning with no one around. I had seen a total of three other people on the trails in my two miles. Then, it hit me how blaring music in this peaceful serene setting, kind of defeated the purpose of relieving stress.

I walked on with the music off, listening to the birds, and took in the scenery. After calming down, I resolved to go back and apologize to Amy and just listen. When the time was right, I would suggest bringing her mom and or sister for a visit. Her mom is a teacher with most of the summer off. We talked about her coming to stay when we first moved, but we figured it might add stress to the move, so we put her off.

As the situation started to seem manageable again, I could feel a weight being lifted. I walked on feeling like I had a plan. The lower stress levels suddenly brought to light the lack of sleep and I thought if I hurried back, there may be a chance for an hour or two before anyone woke up.

I knew from the online map I pulled up, that I was on a loop trail, but was not sure whether turning or going forward was the shortest way back. So I went forward. I put the headphones back on and began to jog again. Imagine Dragons continued, when suddenly, I caught a glimpse of something that made me think I was hallucinating.

It sounds crazy, but it was the image of a huge boner, balls and all, floating in the air off the trail to the right. I was by it so quickly, it took a few seconds to register in my head, what it looked like. By the time I stopped, I was well past it.

I stood there for a moment, and decided I needed to go back. I turned down the music and dropped the ear buds over my shoulders holding onto my cell phone.

While I walked slowly back, I thought I must have imagined something. It had been a while since Amy and I had made love, and it must have been my need for sex that planted the image in my head.

I stepped slowly and listened, but didn't really hear anything. I sped up and walked past where I had seen it and didn't find anything. After another twenty to thirty yards, there was nothing. Realizing I was losing it, I put my buds back in and turned back.

As I walked back, there it was! From this angle I could see a pretty fucking huge hard-on, being stroked behind a tree. The perve was wearing olive-green sweats with a button fly and his pink cock and balls were pulled out through the fly which gave the illusion it was floating in air.

WTF, I thought as he stroked himself. It was a good eight inches long with a slight curve back toward his body. He was clearly proud of it; as he would stroke it, grip the base, waggle it, and stroke it again. Then he released it, and it bounced up pointing at the sky.

I suppressed a laugh, thinking that's about how my cock felt after not having had sex for... shit, over a month. I glanced up and his face was hidden behind the tree, so I was confident he didn't see me.

As I watched in disbelief that someone would do this, I wondered. Do I call the police? Just walk on and forget about it? What if he did something to someone, could I live with that?

I pondered and he continued to stroke himself. I noticed his nut sack was hairless and marveled at how much bigger he was than me. The twisted, little voice in my head said, "If that were my cock, I might show it off, too."

It occurred to me; he didn't know I was here, so he probably thought he was hidden. He might be having a rough patch in his marriage like me, and giving himself a little relief in the only place he could find peace. I found myself feeling a little jealous, thinking I could use a good wanking off, too.

The cock looked hard as granite and kind of angry. The head was elongated and almost blue. The shaft glistened in the soft light with a prominent vein on the right side. I had to adjust my own cock in my shorts as I was getting a sympathy woody.

I glanced up and he was still oblivious to me watching. Then I scanned up and down the path, confirming it was still clear while I figured out what to do. When I turned back, he stood facing me, grinning, with his hands on his hips. I nearly lost my balance after I jumped, as he startled the shit out of me. The angry cock pointed skyward as I noticed a pronounced ridge running from his balls to the bottom of his dick head.

He said something but the music drowned him out. My heart raced as I pulled out the ear buds with a death grip on my phone. He proudly rocked his boner side to side.

"Are you gonna stare at it all day, or are you gonna help me with this?" he said, grinning.

He looked to be early twenties and athletic, about six feet tall and one eighty. His hair was short and dark and his arrogant grin was wide and proud.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, a little too shakily. "You better move the fuck along or I'm gonna call the cops."

"Really, big guy, you've been watching me for two minutes and your shorts have gotten awful tight," he said, glancing at my tent. "Your fucking music was so loud I heard you stalking me the whole time, dipshit."

I noticed a bit of a Texas drawl in his voice. I instinctively moved my hand with the cell phone to cover myself. As I did, he gripped his cock and began stroking the length of it. If I'd gripped mine like that there would be an inch or two sticking out of my hand, not four.

I tried not to stare as I thought what to say next.

"Impressive, ain't it?" he asked confidently.

I wanted to say no, but it really was. I forced my eyes up and spoke again. "You need to get your perverted ass out of here, or I will call—"

"Go ahead, I'll tell them the married guy tried to solicit a blowjob. You're new here, ain't ya?"

I held up my phone to take a picture and he released his dick thrusting his hips forward, just as I snapped the pic.

"The married guy with dick pics on his phone."

I switched to video. "Keep talking," I said, holding it up.

He pulled out a wad of cash from his waistband. "Thanks for the money, sir. This will really help with the rent. Is this hard enough for you. Can I go now?" he asked.

I clicked it off, and he pulled his camera out and started recording. "If anyone finds this, I was hiking this morning and this dude approached me with his boner sticking out and offered me four hundred dollars to get myself hard for him. I know it was wrong, but I'm laid off and needed the cash..."

I covered my cock again, as it hit me what he was doing. I had lost track of what he was saying as my mind was catching up to what was happening. Then I quickly turned my attention back to him.

"... tell the police this is the guy, if anything happens to me." He stopped recording and smiled. "Now are you done with the threats, my friend?"

He looked at me calmly, with his boner still raging. Mine had begun to soften quickly with the stunning events of the last minute.

"You must live pretty close. No pockets, no water, no car keys." He looked me up and down and nodded toward my wedding ring. "Let me guess, the wife's not holding up her end and you're feeling a little horny, my friend?

"You're crazy..." I protested, but I could tell he caught the look of shock on my face, and he knew he nailed it.

"Am I? What color are my eyes, my friend?" I looked up at his face, with my face red as a tomato. The arrogant smile was bigger than before. "Exactly. Your eyes have been on the prize, the whole fucking time. 'Til now, you couldn't have given the cops a de***********ion of anything, but my dick.

Option A: I can spend ten minutes when I get home looking for new home purchases in the area and find out where you live. Then we can share our phone vids with your wife and the cops; or B: You can help a friend out, after which we can mutually delete them."

He rocked his boner side to side, emphasizing the help he needed. I wondered how the fuck he stayed hard through this, as I stood, frozen in place, thinking what to do. If Amy or the cops saw the phone evidence, I would be fucked. How the hell did this turn so bad, so fast!

"Follow me, my friend, let's continue our negotiations a little more off the beaten path." He turned and walked further into the woods. "Better hurry, the morning rush will start soon."

I looked at my phone. It was almost seven. It hit me, I woke up an hour ago, and I had already completely fucked myself. I secretly hit record on my phone again, in hopes I could stop things from getting worse. If I could get him to say something incriminating, I could regain some leverage.

He walked about twenty-five yards further in, and I followed reluctantly. "What is it you want, what's your name by the way?" I asked, mind racing.

"My name's Mark, what's yours?" he answered calmly, turning to show me his still-stiff dick close up. My name is really Wayne, but I told him Steven.

"So what is it you want, Steven?"

"I'm not sure I understood the question," I replied.

"You offered me four hundred dollars to get my dick hard, and I did. Then you said if I let you give me a hand job, you'd get me four hundred dollars more. You know I need the money, so I'm gonna let you jack me off."

I was getting frustrated beyond comprehension. This guy just kept turning the screws tighter, and I couldn't see a way out. If he showed up, with Amy's current state of mind, she would never forgive me, even though I did nothing wrong. I decided to keep trying to slip him up.

"Whatever, so if I jack you off, that will end it. We'll purge our phones and get back to our lives?"

"You're confusing me, Steven. You offered me money. I know it's wrong, but I need it and did what you asked. I made myself hard for you. Then you offered me more, knowing I can't afford to say no. The other four hundred would pay all my rent so, I am willing to do that, too.

"I already told you I wasn't comfortable pretending to force you to do it, 'cause I would never make someone do something they didn't want to. But I'll do it if that's what it takes. I'll even do that other stuff you asked if I have to. Does that make you happy, Steven? I'll do whatever you want, just please decide, Steven; option A or B, and let's get this done."

I could see no way out, so I answered, "Option B." I could not risk this perv showing up at my house. Unbelievably, his cock was still fucking hard with the skin stretched so tight; his cock head looked shiny.

"Okay, so here we go. You want to touch my cock don't you, Steven?" he asked, with his arrogant tone.

"Yes," I answered, fuming.

"Where are your manners, Steven?"

"Yes, please, Mark," I replied, softly.

"Did you tell me you wanted to jack me off till I cum on your face, Steven?"

"Yes, please Mark," I answered, with growing rage. Every misstep pulled me in deeper.

"Okay, you can touch it." He stepped closer, putting us nose to nose.

I told myself, "Walk away, he won't really show up at your house. Why the fuck did you fall for this shit and let him record you with a fucking boner, you idiot."

"Okay, Plan A then, Steven? Looking forward to meeting the little woman."

"All right. I'll 'help you out' and you give me your fucking phone to wipe that shit off, right?"

"Scouts honor, Steven," he said, giving the scout salute.

My phone was in my right hand, so I reached out with my left and gripped him softly. I had never touched another man's cock, and he felt like warm steel wrapped in silk. When I touched him, it was like a dam had burst inside me and his heat rushed through me and settled into my balls. I could feel my own cock stiffening and tried to stop it.

I slowly stroked him, wanting to end this.

He moaned, "It's so much better having someone else's hand do this, isn't it Steven."

I kept stroking him telling my dick to go limp, but my entire groin area was tingling out of control. I wanted to let go and get control of myself, but I dared not. I could feel his skin slide over his stiff veiny shaft as I pumped it. I told myself, "Just get him off and get the videos deleted. Then you're done."

He looked into my eyes. His were dark brown, like his hair. He kept staring at me, inches from my face. It was too awkward, so I closed my eyes to end the absurd staring contest he seemed to be starting.

"Oh, you like that don't you Steven. Damn, you got me so fucking hard." His voice sent shivers down my spine.

"This is sick, please, just end this already. You made your point, let me go please," I pleaded.

"Okay, Steven, I'll play along. We're not even close to done, Steven," he replied, in his dominant voice while his hand pressed against my stiffening cock.

I gasped, pulled my pelvis back and looked at him pleadingly.

"Your mouth says no, but your dick says, 'oh, hell yes,' Steven." He gripped me firmly and stroked my cock through the shorts.

I grunted trying not to give him any encouragement and stroked him harder and faster. I needed to make him come to end this.

"Damn, Steven, you really like this buddy," he said, rubbing me faster.

I bent at the waist pulling my cock away. "Huh-uh!" I shook my head, bent over, with my ass sticking out, so he couldn't reach my dick.

He seemed to get the message and kept his hands to himself, as I continued to stroke him. His moans made me think I was getting him close, but I couldn't push him over the edge.

I continued to jack him off harder, when finally, he suggested, "Two hands, Steven." Then he gripped my phone. "I'll hold this for you."

I let him have the phone, moved my left hand to his ball sack and rubbed them softly. He groaned with pleasure, as my right hand stroked his cock near the tip, where his pre-cum had begun to ooze.

"Oh, yeah that feels good, my friend," he sighed. "Keep it up, Steven."

I fought the urge to tell him we were definitely not friends, but continued, sensing he was getting closer to letting me end this nightmare.

"Get on your knees, so I can come on your face, like you wanted, Steven," he commanded.

I wanted to scream, "I didn't want any of this!" but conceded and knelt. Part of me was relieved, to get my face away from his because his staring made me cringe. The thought of him kissing me, somehow seemed far worse than touching his cock.

I sat on my heels, positioning my head at the level of his cock. The reality of having him spunk on my face suddenly hit home as his one-eyed, glistening cock head stared angrily at me.

My shorts stretched tighter over my boner when I knelt, adding to my humiliation. I could not understand why my cock was so fucking hard. I told myself again, it was some kind of instinctive sympathy hard-on from not having sex for a month.

His hips began to pump as the pre-cum spread, lubing his dick head. The elongated head thrust closer and closer to my face as he inched closer. The more I leaned back the more he advanced. I wiggled my feet further away, and quickly hit the base of a tree.

I breathed in his musky scent, and it seemed to add new intensity to the tingling in my groin area.

"I am gonna blow such a load on you, Steven. I hope your wife understands," he said, groaning.

Another moment of panic hit. I was out here in the woods, with nothing to clean up with. I entered the woods from a path behind our house and did not see a restroom anywhere. I tried to remember the map I had looked at online. There had to be a restroom to clean up at, but I couldn't remember. Even if there was, I wondered how many people would I pass on the way?

"Oh shit, Steven, I didn't realize you were recording this. I'm sorry, you should have told me you wanted to watch this later."

I looked up and he had the phone camera pointed at me. Why the fuck did I hand him a recording phone!

"Smile, Steven," he said, grinning down at me.

"Please don't," I begged.

"You started recording, Steven, not me. Admit you want to watch this later." Then he held it out to the side pointing down. "Let's see if we can get your boner on screen, too."

"Please stop. I'm doing what you asked," I pleaded.

Then I told myself, "It's your phone, you can delete it as soon as you're done. You've got to get his, to get out of this."

I closed my eyes again, as if that somehow made it more acceptable. Then I stroked him faster, focused on the mission to delete the incriminating videos from his phone.

"Damn, Steven, you're gonna make me spunk, buddy," he groaned, pumping his hips. "Hope you've got some wet naps and shampoo. Gonna be fun explaining the dried jizz in your hair."

I leaned back against the tree trying to distance myself, but he just pushed further forward. I gripped his shaft with both hands, pushing him back, as I pumped him with both fists. The straining, glistening dick head still protruded through both hands side by side. My own cock would barely penetrate one hand, let alone two.

I could hear the sloshing of his cock as I pulled out, until the head disappeared, then thrust my hands down to his pelvis. The angry cock head popped through, nearly touching my face each time. I couldn't understand how he hadn't come yet. His cock had been rock-hard the whole time.

"Fuck, Steven, it's gonna be big. You'll never get all the cum off. Let me cum in your mouth and she'll never know," he groaned.

I watched in awe as the head disappeared into my fist then plunged back at me. It was coated in pre-cum at this point, and he pumped his hips as I jacked him off as fast as I could. He still hadn't blown! I couldn't believe it. I felt like I might cum just from the friction of my own cock rubbing on my shorts. He was superhuman. I shook my head, as the scent of his sweat and pre-cum, made me wonder how he would taste.

"Your cock says 'yes,' Steven. Give me that warm mouth, my friend; make me come." His left hand gripped the back of my head. "Come on, Steven, help me with my problem and I'll help with yours."

He pulled me closer, and the cock head thumped my lips in rapid succession. His pre-cum seeped through and a hint of creamy sweetness hit my tongue.

"Oh yes, kiss it, Steven," he groaned.

In a moment of weakness, after that subtle taste, my mouth opened, and the head penetrated my lips. It was warm and smooth and when the flavor flooded my tongue, I released a hand and let him push deeper.

"Yes! That's what I need, Steven. So fucking warm."

His cock coated my tongue with salty sweetness, with a hint of bitter aftertaste. It felt like I was watching this happen to someone else. I pushed back as I jacked him off with my right hand, trying to keep him from gagging me. My left hand was now cupping his warm ball sack.

"Damn, Steven, suck my fucking cock! Oh fuck that's so good. Take it all!" he grunted, pushing himself deeper.

I mumbled with my mouth full of hot meat. "Hump uh," I said, shaking my head. I was happy, taking just over half. I began bobbing my head trying to make him come already. I needed this to end and opened my eyes to see him looking down, nodding, still holding the phone on me. I had to close them again.

"Relax your throat and take it all, Steven. You can do it." He groaned. Then, I felt my cell phone hit the ground as his second hand gripped my head.

Some frenzied part of me wanted to take him all, and I did as he asked, letting him push deeper. I bottomed out on my hand and still wasn't gagging. So I removed my hand and took part of his head into my throat.

He was fucking me so fast, I could not contain my saliva that flooded, my chin and neck and even onto the hand cupping his balls. I raised up slightly and leaned forward improving the angle between his cock and my esophagus. It opened my throat, and I could take a little more with each thrust.

"Oh fuck, Steven, you got it my friend, almost there." He slowed his pace, thrusting a little harder.

I could feel him pushing into my throat and pulling out before the gag reflex took over. When I felt my lips bottom out, I moaned audibly from reaching my twisted goal. We continued as my two lips touched his balls with each stroke. I gripped his thighs for balance with him pounding my mouth.

"Gonna, fuck—ing come!" He grunted like and animal and thrust himself in hard.

I felt his orgasm hit as the wave of jizz rolled up his shaft and a jet of hot spunk flooded my esophagus. The second wave erupted on my tongue, as I bobbed. The bittersweet cream coated my mouth as he continued to pump his seed into me.

"Take it, all!" he growled. He fucked my face with a handful of hair in each fist.

Cum dripped down my chin while he flooded my mouth with a huge amount of spunk. It was impossible to contain, but I swallowed as quickly as I could, trying not to let it stain my clothes. A strange feeling of power rushed through me as his body spasmed out of control.

The scent, taste, and feel of his pulsating hardness filling my mouth, all combined to pump blood into my raging hard-on, that radiated a tingling heat through my lower body. I was so hard, it hurt.

He moaned contentedly slowly pumping me. "Damn, Steven, suck me fucking dry, cocksucker."

For a moment, I did just that, sucking him hard and slow, milking the last remnants of jizz from his shaft. Then a flash of reality hit, and I pushed him off. I stood back up and there he was smiling that obnoxious grin, inches from my face again.

"Give me your fucking phone," I said, trying to project some bit of dignity with his cum oozing down my chin.

His taste was strong in my mouth and the smell of sweat and cum filled my nostrils, as I held my slightly-trembling hand out. Thankfully, he complied, and his phone still had the camera app up. I deleted the photos and video and searched for his trash can to make sure it was cleared.

While I did, he pushed his cock back into his sweats then pressed his palm against mine again. I squeaked awkwardly, as he pressed against me, pushing my damp underwear against my throbbing dick.

Thankfully, I found the trash icon, and emptied it before my cock took control completely.

"Let me help you with this, my friend," he said, in a seductive voice that repulsed me. But my dick needed a release and didn't care about the source.

"Suck my dick, you faggot motherfucker," I grunted, as if I were in control.

He moved his face uncomfortably close again, relentlessly rubbing me. "I don't think that's necessary, Steven. I think you like being my cock-sucking, little bitch so much, you're gonna come in your shorts."

Again, I closed my eyes, repulsed by his close-up stare. My cock was soaked with pre-cum, and his hand seemed to know exactly where to rub. I shook my head, trembling.

"Come in your fucking shorts, cocksucker!" he commanded, with his breath flooding my saliva and cum-coated chin and neck.

There was no stopping it. My cock began to throb, and my body jerked from the first jet of cum erupting in my pants. My nose hit his chin with the first spasm, and I groaned so loud, he pushed his other hand over my mouth.

"Ssshhh, Steven, there's people around, my friend," he whispered.

I continued to spasm and moan, thankful for his muffling hand, as I vaguely heard the voices of mountain bikers passing.

It felt like my shorts were ballooning with cum, as he continued to press and rub my hot spunk against my throbbing cock. A month's worth of jizz erupted in spurt after spurt, inside my underwear. When my climax finally passed, he released the hand from my mouth and continued to rub me spreading my cum in my shorts.

"You needed that, didn't you, Steven," he whispered. "Your little cock is still hard, my friend. Do you wanna go again?"

I pushed him hard in the chest. "We are fucking done. Now, I am gonna call the fucking cops," I said, looking for the phone.

I didn't see it at first.

"Really, Steven. I have four hundred dollars cash. You have my cum on your face and pants full of your own cum, where you rubbed yourself off. Call them, my friend. Your wife, and kids too, I'm willing to bet, will love that. Hope your hard-on fades by the time the cops get here." His arrogant smile was as big as ever. "Can't find your phone, use mine, I'll wait here with you. I can think of a few things to keep us busy while we wait."

Fuck, I was angry. The perve was relentless, and apparently had nothing to lose. I, on the other hand, had everything to lose. After yet, another awkward pause, I handed his phone back. "We're done then?" I asked. This time, I was doing the staring.

"That's up to you, Steven. I'll be here, same time, tomorrow if you wanna go again. I can think of another place you'd like my cock, and I bet a dollar, you'll come even harder, my friend."

"I am not your fucking friend. I know your game now, and if you come back here, the cops will know there's a rapist..."

"Back to the threats, Steven. I have nothing to hide. My name is Mark Thomas, my address is..." The arrogant fuck called out his name, address, and phone number. "If you want another taste, Steven, see you in the morning. If you can't wait, call me. I can make myself available." He gripped his cock for effect.

I repeated his phone and address in my head, so I could get the asshole later.

"Thanks for what may be the best blowjob, ever. I'll need to think on that, but it's definitely top five. I'll be thinking about you today, that's for sure. And I'm pretty sure you'll be thinking about me all day long, Steven. Hopefully, not while you're fucking your wife later, trying to get my dick out of your head. Hope to see you tomorrow, my friend," he said casually, and jogged off back to the trail and off in the opposite direction I was headed.

I waited there for a few minutes, pacing. My phone wound up being in plain sight next to me. My head spun trying to grasp what the fuck just happened, and what to do next. I knew I needed to get home quickly, change, shower, and do whatever was needed, to apologize to my wife. Hopefully, no one was awake yet, or getting out of these clothes undetected was going to be impossible.

I looked at the front of my shorts. Thankfully, they were a moisture-resistant fabric. Time was of the essence, and I began the run home. There would be no resting this time, I would be out of time soon, if not already. I hoped to God, Amy was not awake stewing, as I had been. I needed them all to be asleep when I got there.

To be continued.

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