"I could be like those folks that stand on the side of the road during them marathon races," Red Foster quipped as he watched the plump kid guzzle the bottle of water he had just been given. "Got plenty of time on my hands since I retired."
The jogger, who the little old man knew only as Bobby, had lived down the road for years and until recently had been a quite overweight lad, but over the last several months had been undergoing a drastic chance, having shed a considerable amount of that excess weight.
While Bobby was still a little plump, the sweaty kid who jogged past the Foster place on Neversink Road just before noon everyday was definitely melting away and the change did not go unnoticed by the old timer who made a point of being out there to see Bobby rain or shine.
Red had a wife inside the farmhouse, but she had long ago turned cold and distant to him, and that had led Red to resuming his old habits. First was picking up that hitchhiker on the country road, and even though that rank hippie was not attractive in the least, after Red pulled over to the side of the road and offered the guy head if he agreed to reciprocate - well - it seemed that the taste of that cum had tripped something inside of him, reawakening his old lusty ways.
This Bobby lad - he wasn't somebody that Red would have to troll the streets for - he jogged right past the house and was there for the taking. His chubbiness was something the old timer found attractive and the fact that the boy was a sweaty mess by the time he ended his 6 mile run around the village of Trenton in Central New York State near Red's place didn't bother him in the least.
And then there was that prominent bulge in the lad's light grey sweat pants. Red couldn't help but notice that because it practically begged to be seen, and on this day Red decided the time had come to do more than look.
The kid, who seemed to be as naive as they come, followed Red over to the side of the little stand where he sold produce back in the day the farm was actually more of a farm, and while standing on the side of the little shed offered no privacy from the street, people rarely drove by this desolate road.
Red was hiding the two of them from his wife, if she ever got off her ass and looked out of the window instead of staring at the boob tube that is, and after they got there Red was stunned at how easy it was.
"You ought to wear a jockstrap," Red said to the dazed looking kid who was trying to keep the sweat from burning his eyes, and with that Red moved the lad up against the wall and reached under the elastic of his sweat pants. "Then again if you did I wouldn't be able to do this - what we got here?"
After Red's hand slid down through the soggy tuft of pubic hair instead of finding what was making the lad's pants bulge, his fingers found only a little stub, the plump dick obviously not what got his attention, so Red slid his hand lower.
"Oh yeah!" Red chuckled as he looked at Bobby who seemed to be paralyzed with his back against the shed and his eyes bugging open, and as his weathered hand squeezed a sweaty scrotum that seemed a better fit for a bull than a young man the old timer added, "Damn boy, you got a heck of a pair of nuts on you, don't you?"
"Ohhh!" Bobby groaned as Red's fist roughly kneaded his balls, and when the boy didn't protest Red worked them over harder still until he was practically twisting the orbs in a knot as Bobby squirmed in place.
"All potatoes and no meat - least that's what it feels like," Red said, and after he felt something brush against his wrist he bent his hand to get more contact to the underside of the lad's cock, the senior citizen adding, "And you're liking it too, ain't you boy? Made your little pecker hard didn't I?"
Bobby's response was a croak as he came, and when the old man felt the chubby lad start to ejaculate his chuckle turned to a laugh as he felt the hot sap cover his wrist and hand, all the while the portly jogger remaining pinned against the wall.
"Why did you do that mister?" Bobby asked as Red removed his hand from inside the humid confines of the sweat pants and looked at the ropes of semen that were hanging on his hand.
"Why did you let me do it?" the old man retorted as he winked while bringing his hand up to his mouth and capturing a string of the seed with his tongue, reveling in the reaction that got. "Seems like you liked it, didn't you?"
"But we're out here in the open where anybody could have seen us," Bobby declared while watching his cum being consumed by the eccentric old man.
"When the hell do you ever see anybody go by here? Only the occasional lost asshole passing through," Red responded.
"But aren't you married mister? What if your wife saw you do that to me?" Bobby said as he looked around the shed.
"It's time for The Guiding Light," Red explained after looking at his watch. "I could be out here go the ground rotting away and she wouldn't get off her ass when that show's on. What do you care about here for? Wanna screw her?"
"No, but..."
"Then don't concern yourself with her," Red said before explaining what the had done. "Couldn't help myself I guess. I saw that bulge bouncing around in those sweat pants and wanted to see if you had a big one, not that it matters to me because I like them all. Even little ones like yours."
"It's not that little," Bobby sniffed, to which Rec retorted by reaching over and pulling the elastic waistband of the sweats and peeking down before the lad pulled away.
"You dick ain't little, the sun don't shine and I ain't old. Whatever you say," Red snickered. "Like I said, I don't care and to tell the truth I think yours is cute. I used to like it when I could take a fellas whole thing in my mouth without gagging. You know what I mean, right?"
"I'm not gay, if that's what you mean," Bobby sniffed.
"Didn't you used to pal around with that Bruce Adams? That skinny goober that used to work at the Agway - joined the service a couple of years ago?" Red asked, and when he saw the look of shock on the lad's face he continued. "Thought so. I knew that boy was light in the shoes."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Bobby responded in a very unconvincing voice.
"Don't make you a bad person," Red countered. "I like the guys and the gals. Always have and always will, and milking your nuts a couple of minutes ago got me almost as excited as it did you. Want to see?"
Bobby shook his head when the old timer nodded down to his own crotch but his eyes went down anyway, and as the senior explained he pulled down the zipper of his faded green work pants and reached inside.
"Would have been a lot more impressive if you saw it a couple of minutes ago," Red said as he let his cock hang out of the fly of his trousers and put his hands on his hips. "Ain't near as thick as yours but it's got some length to it. It's even bigger than the one that Bruce Adams boy had on him, and he had quite the pecker didn't he?"
"How do you..." Bobby asked.
"Touch it," Red said as he offered his long beige tool to the lad. "You know you want to."
"No I don't," Bobby replied, but even though he was taller and heavier than the little old guy when the senior grabbed his wrist and brought it over Bobby let him.
"That's it," Red sighed as the pudgy lad's hand gripped it in his moist hand, and after starting Bobby's hand moving the boy started doing it himself. "Feel it getting hard? 66 years old and I can still get it up twice a day if I have a mind to. That a boy. Jerk it harder and watch it grow. See? Eat your vegetables and when you grow up yours might get as big as mine."
"I'm 18," Bobby whined, his eyes fixed on the cock he was pumping and the foreskin sliding up and down the conical head as it seemed to length with every stroke.
"All the better," Red declared as he watched the pale pudgy fist pump his nearly erect cock. "What do you think of it? Back when I was your age a bunch of us went into the woods - those woods down behind Bennett's Pond matter-of-fact - and we measured our peckers. I won too. It was almost 10" as I recall, although like everything else on me I think it shrunk some since then."
