Jogging exhibitionist

“Thank the rules of thermodynamics,” you say slumping into the stiff chair in your works break room. Lunch had finally been called, not an end to the day but a much needed break. You let gravity stretch your legs as you took out your sandwich, taking bites while pulling your phone from your pocket.

You saw a message from him, you could see a picture was attached. You gulped, looking around to see if anyone could see your phone, just in case it was something raunchy (Which knowing him it probably was.). You were in the clear everyone too intent on their own meals or conversations to even give you a glance. Sliding your thumb across the screen you see a familiar picture of him in the first outfit you’d ever seen him in with the caption ‘you remember this?’

Your mind drifts backward as you slouch back. Remembering when you’d first met him, your lunch and sore legs forgotten…

You hadn’t learned his name yet, he was just FemBoi4U in his dating profile, so you called him FemBoi, he liked it when you did, still did to this day. You remember feeling very unsure of what might happen after all he hadn’t just suggested meeting up for coffee or for drinks at a local bar instead going away kinkier route. You’d followed his instructions, turned on by the potential risks and not wanting to seem a prude.

You remember wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans as you waited in the car. You could see what looked like a barn owl perched on a tree across the narrow one way street, it seemed a sentinel scanning for intruders though most likely just looking for prey. Something about it’s presence gave you comfort, you exchanged glances with it several times, no judgement in those huge intelligent yet inhuman eyes. You figured if nothing else the owl gave you some company reminding you that you weren’t totally alone out here.

The streets were deserted, trees grew on both sides, densely packed with green leaves making it hard for the street lamps light to reach to, though their was enough of them to provide enough illumination to see anyone clearly as the owl was evidence. You wished you could ask the owl if it could see anyone coming but knew you were unfortunately no Dr. Dolittle.

You remember beginning to get ancy as time marched on without him showing. You were about to text him when you saw him jogging your way. He was dressed as he said he would be in short pink running shorts, a matching tank top that showed his midriff and sleek white sneakers with high white and pink stripped socks. His long long straight dirty blonde hair bouncing all around him giving you the impression you were about to get mouth to mouth from a life guard in Baywatch. You couldn’t see his face covered as it was by his mask, a plain disposable black one. Still his tan toned and cleanly shaven body was enough more than enough to entice you. You were so mesmerized by his visage you almost forgot his instructions.

You remembered reading the line for the first time as you unbuckled your pants, “when you see me I want you to whip it out and start stroking it. If your nice and hard when I come by maybe I’ll help you out…”

Clumsily you flopped your cock out pulling down your pants slightly so you weren’t sitting on your belt and began slowly stroking it. Your cock barely needed any encouragement as blood quickly rushed in pumping it quicker than helium could fill a balloon.

You saw the glint in his eyes of recognition causing him to slow down as he approaches your car. Still jogging he went behind a tree to the side of your car disappearing. You recall being scared for a moment, worried that some stranger had seen you touching yourself in public and was about to call the police on you when he reappeared his eyes taking you in hungrily. You could see a large bulge in his pants, he followed your gaze than quickly glanced around to make sure no one in site than pulled out his throbbing package. He cradled his balls briefly before rubbing the head of his penis. You couldn’t help but lick your lips in anticipation, his face shifted as if he was smiling under his mask. He looked around one more time before cautiously taking a step forward, you began to stroke yourself faster, a knee jerk reaction to being turned on. He came closer now stroking himself matching your speed, he reached his free hand out and tried to open the door but found it locked, you cursed yourself unlocking the door as quickly as you could your face going red with embarrassment.

Your remember watching his legs wanting nothing more than to plant kisses on them as he got in your car giggling, “for a second their I thought you’d changed your mind about me.”

“Never,” you reply thru bated breathe, still red and finding it hard to stroke and talk at the same time.

He smiled a bright smile that let you know he wasn’t bother by the locked door than I strapped one side of his mask than whipping his head around like in a movie made it fall off in dramatic fashion. You could see his gleaming white teeth and perfect smile beautiful and perfect.The move was corny and something out of a teen romance flick but it worked on you making you smile and feel more at ease.

“Now than let’s see if I can’t help you with that,” he said removing your hands from your pelvic area.

He took you in his mouth immediately his wet saliva dripping down to your balls as he went up and down about three times, moaning the only response you could give him. He releases you as his hand begins frictionally stroking your cock.

“Oh you like that don’t you?” He says with a smile inches away from your face.

“Yes, yes, yeah I do,” you moan as your eyes shutter open and closed like an old camera.

“AmI the prettiest femboi you’ve ever seen?” he whispered into your ear stating to nibble on your lobe.

“Yes, you are, the prettiest femboi I’ve ever seen,” you yell the liquid of an orgasm inching up your cock.

“Yea do you want to cum all in my mouth. Drop a nice hot juicy load in the back of my throat,” he says dragging his face down my chest stroking even faster now.

“Yes I want to cum in your, oh mouth,” you say almost there.

“I know you do,” he breathed the words on the tip of your cock, having removed his hand, “keep telling me, I want to hear it as you cum,” he said before taking you in his mouth again.

“I want too oh,” you say as his head begins to bob up and down on your lap, “I want to fucking cum in your mouth, hit your, oh fuck and fill you up, shit! Till it drips down your chin OH!” You say finally exploding into him jerking and twitching, you remember with delight him moving faster and faster intent on getting every last drop. After he’d finished draining you he looked up at you and opened his mouth, you could see your white spunk languishing on his tongue. He threw his head back like he’d just taken a shot swallowing your cum with great relish. You heard the owl hoot across the street. Approving or at least appreciative of the show, making both of you smile and chuckle.

“Guess we have a fan,” you said buckling things up glad for the icebreaker the owl presented.

“We sure do,” he said looking out at the owl and waving, “ now than you want to come back to my place?” He said stroking his still hard cock…

“Yes I remember,” you reply to his text. Hoping you have no reason to stand up soon knowing you’d have some explaining to do.

Your phone dings again, he’s sent you another picture, in the same outfit but now he’s turned around, his rear exposed and his back arched with a caption that read, “maybe after work you can catch me jogging and we can give that owl a real show this time.”

You smile and like the picture and caption with hearts. Your soreness from the days work already forgotten.

I know this is not the most usual entry for a contest but thank you to anyone who reads this. All hearts, tips and subscriptions are appreciated.