Chapter 1

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.

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.”