The Run 2

“She told everyone?” John asked quietly.
“Yes.” Sarah said.
“I’m sorry” was all John said
“I know.” John didn’t leave the house for any reason other than work for several days after that. He and his were unsure of what to do until the day he walked outside and found the word “cocksucker” spray painted on his car. That was he decided to leave. He transferred to another office at work, got a divorce and bought a new out of town. John later found out that is was Trisha who vandalized his car. He had never liked her. And now as he pulled into the old neighborhood he just hoped he would be lucky enough to not run into her. Or anyone else from for that matter.

As he drove down the street that lead to his subdivision he saw a large jogger in a track suit and realized that it was Pat. He was trotting along at a snail’s pace. Sweat had soaked through his out garments and plastered his greasy unkempt hair to his forehead. He was breathing so heavily that John could almost hear it through his rolled up windows. Pat looked miserable and pale, like he might throw up soon. John couldn’t help but feel a little enjoyment watching him struggle. Pat had salvaged his marriage by blaming the whole incident on John. By telling his wife that John had been hitting on him unsuccessfully for months and had taken advantage of him while he was drunk.

As John drove past he saw Pat finally give up and flop down on the sidewalk for a break. He chuckled a bit to himself.

The day went better than expected. John’s youngest son had greeted him a big hug and his oldest son was significantly less chilly than he had been since the divorce. Before his son left John asked him if he would rather have his dad not go to the game. The last thing John would ever want would be to embarrass his kids. His presence at the game was encouraged and a fun night was had by all. His wife even asked him back to the house for a few glasses of wine.

They sat on Sarah’s bed drinking wine and talking about everything: work, the kids, John’s new house. It was very intimate. Unexpectedly Sarah asked: “Have you been seeing anyone?”
John wasn’t sure what to say. “Not exactly.” He managed.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Sarah said curiously.
“Well, I mean. I’m not in a relationship or anything.” John said, cautiously. He wasn’t sure if he was comfortable talking about this with anyone, let alone his ex-wife.
“Are you having sex?” She asked.

John turned red and laughed nervously.
“So is it a guy or girl?” Sarah asked knowing from John’s reaction to her previous question that the answer was yes. John took a big swig and finished off his glass of wine.
“It’s a guy.” He said shrugging.
“How did you meet him?” Sarah asked mischievously. “Is there just one? How many are there? Are you a slut?” She asked in a jokingly accusatory tone.
John laughed. “There’s only one,” he said.

“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked, pouring herself another glass of wine.
“NO.” John said firmly. “It’s nothing like that.”
Sarah looked at him expectantly. She made gesture urging him to keep talking. John realized that she wasn’t letting this go. He also realized that he actually wanted to tell someone.
“I saw him while I was out running and then I ran into him outside of a liquor store.” John started. “We started talking. One thing lead to another and I invited him back to my place.”
“What did you guys do?” She asked. Less mischievous and more interested now.
“We…had sex.” John said.
“How? Did he do you do or did you do him?” Sarah said.

John was on another glass of wine now. He sat on the bed and next to Sarah and said. “He did me.”
“On the couch in my living room.” John continued. “First from behind and then he turned me over.”
“Turned you over?” Sarah said, not quite understanding the mechanics of gay sex.
“Yea, on my back.”
“How does that….work?” she asked.
“I just laid on my back and lifted my legs up. If you think about where your butthole is it makes sense.” John said.

“Did you suck his dick?” John was taken aback. He had never heard Sarah use this kind of language before.
“Yes.” John answered.
“Hmm.” Sarah said, thinking about everything that John had just told her.

In the few moments of silence John realized that thinking about that night and talking about it out loud had started to arouse him. Sarah had moved closer to him on the bed.

“Is there anything else?” she asked. The tone of her voice different now. He decided to leave out the part about swallowing Leo’s cum and the part where Leo came on his face but just thinking about it had given him an erection. Sarah noticed. John started to feel embarrassed and made a move to cover himself.

“Don’t get bashful now. It’s not like I haven’t already seen it. I mean we were married for 17 years.” Sarah said. She reached over and put a hand on John’s crotch.

“Seventeen good years.” She said. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you this hard.”
John froze as Sarah’s hand squeezed the bulge in his pants. He was shocked and confused.
Sarah pressed her body up against John’s. “What are you doing?” he finally managed to say.
“I bringing you home.” The smell of red wine was strong on her breath.
“I don’t care if you have to think about men when we have sex.” She explained. “You had your fun and now you can come home and put our family back together.”

As Sarah unbuckled his belt and started to unzip his pants John thought about the day that he’d had. Being in his old home with his sons and getting along so well with Sarah. Her words had stunned him and for a moment he thought that maybe he could come home. Maybe he could move back in and they could just act like none of the last year had ever happened….
Then reality hit John like a ton of bricks. He pulled away from his ex-wife.
“I have to go.” He said, flustered, and then bolted out of the bedroom without another word.

John ran down the steps and out the door as fast as he could, not realizing that his pants were still undone. As he got to his car and fumbled with the keys he also didn’t notice that Pat was standing off in the distance watching him leave. John started the car, hauled out of the driveway and started on the road faster than was probably legal. Driving out of the neighborhood John didn’t so much as glance back. He had to get Sarah, that house, and the idea of his old life out of his head. John reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed but not before noticing that he already had several missed calls. He wasn’t quite proud of the conversation that happened but he needed it to happen. Speeding down the interstate in the dark night John made it back to town in record time and pulled into a crowded bar parking lot.

Off to the side of the bar he saw Leo, that sexy beast, standing with his hands in his pockets and looking around curiously. John’s windows were tented and he wasn’t sure Leo would recognize his car. He pulled beside Leo, rolled the window down partially and cocked his head a gesture that told Leo to get in. Leo hopped into the passenger side. He didn’t say much but John could feel his excitement. John started to drive off and before the car had left the parking lot he reached over and grabbed Leo’s crotch with his right hand, driving with his left.

“Don’t worry. These windows are tinted so no one can see inside.” John said.
“Where are we going?” Leo asked.
“Not far. No one will see us.” John wasn’t entirely sure about that last statement but he didn’t care. Lust, alcohol, and panic had clouded his judgment. By the time they pulled into the parking lot of a closed building John already had his hand down Leo’s pants and was pulling it out with one hand. He pulled around to the back and shut the car off behind a dumpster.

As soon as John shut the car off he dove onto to Leo’s cock. Opening his mouth wide taking as much of it in as he could. John choked when it reached the back of his throat and pulled up.
“It’s so fucking big.” He moaned, gripping it in his hands before diving back down on to Leo’s hard black cock.
“Fuck yeah.” Leo said and grabbed the back of John’s head roughly. John loved it. Soon his head was bobbing up and down vigorously on Leo’s cock. John gripped the base of it with his hand and worked his mouth up and down the shaft as far and he could, trying to deep throat and choking a little as he failed. He took it out of his mouth and kissed up the length of it getting his own spit and Leo’s precum all over his mouth before taking it in again and sucking hard and slow.

While John was leaned over the passenger side of his car Leo didn’t say much. He moaned as John serviced him and reached over to grab a handful of John’s tight muscular ass. Leo palmed it roughly over John’s still unbuttoned pants and then slid his hand down the back of the tight briefs that were underneath them.

The feel of John’s firm butt pushed Leo over the edge. He grabbed his cock with one hand and John’s head with the other. John knew what was coming. Leo pulled John’s head of off his dick and held it down. John opened his mouth and licked at the tip of Leo’s dick as he began to tug on it. With a loud groan Leo began shooting thick ropes of cum into John’s mouth and all over his face. As the tension in Leo’s body began to dissipate John finally sat up.

“That was…fun.” John managed.
“Yeah, it was.” As Leo was agreeing his phone went off. He reached into his pocket and engaged what seemed to be an aggressive call.

“I didn’t disappear.” He said. “I’ll be right back.” Leo was smiling now. John was only slightly curious about the conversation that was taking place. He sat back in his seat thinking that he would go home, jerk off and take a long bath thinking about the night’s events. John was aware of the fact that there was probably still semen on his face but had no napkins in his car. He wasn’t sure if it would be more gross to wipe it on his shirt or leave it as is.

“I’m on my way back now.” Leo was saying. He gestured for John to start up the car. “I was getting a….birthday present.” He said with a little laugh. John was surprised. He didn’t know what Leo had been doing and when he had made the phone call – the one promising to give Leo the wettest, nastiest blow job of his life – and at the time he didn’t really care. After Leo got off the phone John spoke up.

“I didn’t pull you away from anything important, did I?” he asked.

“Nah, I was just out with some friends. You can drop me off and the end of the parking lot I’ll walk back up to the bar.” Leo said. John was still curious. The conversation he’d overheard, at least Leo’s part of it had interested him.

“But… it is really your birthday?” John asked.
“Yea, it is.” Leo answered. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.
“How old are you?” It was first time John had ever asked anything personal about Leo. Their meetings, the few of them that they’d had, were always strictly sexual in nature. That didn’t mean, John realized, that they had to treat each other like pieces of meat.

“I’m 24.” Leo said.
“Well happy 24th birthday.”
“Thank you.” Leo said with a smile.
“You know, after you’re done for night you can stop by my place for a real birthday gift.” John said, hoping that it sounded nonchalant.
“Oh really, and what would that be?” Leo asked.

“Whatever you want.” John said. “However you want.”
“You keep talkin’ like that and we might have to pull over again.” Leo said, laughing.
John soon reached the edge of parking lot where he had originally picked up Leo and let him out.

On the drive home John thought about nothing. Getting back to his house was as much as he could concentrate on. He was expecting a quiet end to his night and if he was lucky maybe Leo would stop by the next morning to give him a good dicking.

But John’s plan for the rest of the night was soon thrown out the window. Pulling up to his house John saw a familiar car out front and was immediately filled confusion. He pulled into his driveway and walked got out of his car to see Pat sitting on his doorstep, obviously waiting for him.

John felt a dull anger and walking up to the door he had no idea of what to say or why Pat was even there. Part of him was curious and part of him just wanted Pat to not be there. Pat, never at a loss for words struck up a conversion in such a casual manner that John was slightly blown away.

“So, what were you doing with that black guy?” Pat asked with in the same manner that one might ask about the weather. “And why is your face so shiny?”

To Be Continued