- All characters in this story are above 18. -
I've been trying out a new hiking path lately. I find I get most of my thinking done when I'm in the middle of a run or hike. Just the freedom on the trail, my music in my ears, the ground pounding beneath my feet. No traffic, no people asking me questions I don't have answers to.
I had used another trail for some time but lately some of the regulars had started pulling their ear-buds out as they were jogging by and would jog in place. This is the universal jogger sign for, "hi, let's chat for a second." I didn't want to be rude, but I didn't go on the trail to chat, I went there to get away from chatting.
On this new trail there were no familiar faces. It ran pretty close to home so I didn't have to venture much further than with the old one. It was perfect, or so I thought. I noticed this man, probably in his 50's, graying a bit, quite fit, smiling at me as we passed a few times. I thought I recognized him but couldn't be sure. But as long as he didn't stop me during my run I paid him no mind.
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As the summer months dragged on I found my running pants were just too warm and I switched to my shorts. They had always been a little short on me but I'd toned up a fair amount and now they were riding up my thicker thighs. I'd have to buy some new ones but no time to do that for a few days. For now they'd have to do.
I threw on a muscle shirt that clung to my chest and off I went. Wouldn't you know it, that old man was there today too. I probably wouldn't even have noticed except he nearly tripped on the trail in front of me. I don't know what he was looking at so hard that he lost his footing. I moved to catch him and when he caught his balance he looked up at me with a grin and these eyes... his eyes, the expression. I had seen that expression before, I couldn't place it. But it made me uncomfortable so I did a stuttering, "hi" and continued on my way.
He was there the next day as well, he didn't trip this time but he still stared at me, was he staring at my shorts? Maybe they were too inappropriate for public running after all.
The following day he was there and he seemed to slow down. "oh here we go!" I thought, "he's going to pull out his ear plugs and want to talk." But he didn't. As I passed him he nodded. I kept going but felt I was being watched. I looked over my shoulder to see him jogging behind me. He'd turned and was following me.
My heart raced, what did he want? I shook my head at myself and told myself he had probably just reached the end of his run and that I was being paranoid. I ran like that for another 5 minutes, all the while him right behind me. I decided I'd try to shake him. I knew of an off-road path that lead into the woods. It was more of a hiking trail, less of a jogging trail. No way the old man had gone that way. I shot ahead and turned onto the tighter, winding path. "there!" I thought, "Now I can be free. Don't know why I didn't think of this before." I jogged through the path until it became too rocky and tight to safely jog any more.
As I slowed down I leaned forward to catch my breath. Putting my hands on my hips I leaned down to stretch my spine. That was when I felt it. This prodding on my ass. I whipped around to see the strange old man right behind me, hand on my ass!
Yanking my ear buds out of my ears, "What the fuck, dude!" I yelled, "Get your fucking hands off my ass!"
"Oh you like it a little angry do you?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"oh don't pretend like you don't know," the old man panted, "I know you, you've been following me! I wasn't sure at first until you changed to those sexy shorts you've got there." He reached forward and pulled at my waistband to give them a snap.
I backed up into some bushes. They jabbed at my back but it was better than his jabbing. "What the fuck are you talking about old man?!"
"You, you following me. I switched trails because I just couldn't handle your hot bod. Imagine my surprise when a few days later I bump into your sweet ass on my new trail."
That's how I recognized him. He had been on the old trail. He'd never stopped to talk to me so I hadn't bothered remembering his face. Big mistake!
"At first I thought it must be a coincidence, but then you show up in those shorts. Who in their right mind wears shorts that short unless they want attention!"
"I've been meaning to get new ones, this isn't what you think!"
"Oh isn't it?"
"no, it isn't. I -"
"And then, when I started to follow you, you take me off to a quiet location where no one can find us? Oh you are a dirty little boy!"
"Listen old man I -"
"Call me 'Daddy' "
I shivered, "Listen, I was trying to give you the shake."
"Daddy!" he repeated as he stepped forward. I could feel his breath on my face.
"This has all been a misunderstanding. I just wanted a run."
"Oh, no need to run any more. Just present your ass again, I'll give you what you need."
I moved to get past him but the old man grabbed my wrist with strength I hadn't expected from him.
"Let go of me old m--"
"DADDY! Call me Daddy! Or I will do things to you that are unimaginable!"
I swallowed hard, "Daddy," I gagged a little in my throat as I said it, "Daddy, please just let me go. I don't mean you any trouble."
"Oh you won't be any trouble at all. As long as you do exactly what I want you to we'll be sure to have lots of fun!"
"Please, don't, I just want to go."
"Listen son, you've followed me, you've flirted with me and now you've lead me off into the woods. I don't run that long for just anyone. I'm going to have my way with you whether you give it to me like you want it or whether I have to take it from you like a little bitch! Now play nice and we'll all have a good time."
