I had just turned eighteen and was walking down the street from running track, I lived in a small community, everyone knew everyone. A car pulled up it was Mr Jones from the other side of town, he was a very attractive older man. He would have been thirty two, maybe three, he was a handsome man, a great body, he was into running, a fitness freak, but damn did he have a hot body.
I watched the man run more than once, his muscular legs, his V shaped torso, his strong neck, his muscular jaw, the full beard and his so in style hair, with a touch of grey just to make the man even more sexier than one could ever imagine. Okay I lusted after the man and he was my source of masturbation almost every single night.
He said "Hi" to me and I leaned in the window of his car, he smiled at me, he had on a tank shirt that barely covered his body, his hairy chest, his pecs barely held in his furry armpits. The man had on a pair of the most revealing shorts I had ever seen, his cock arched out not only wide but so long tucking in between his muscular legs.
I was so happy I had the car door to hide my massive erection, okay I have a big cock, the school locker room told me so, I was bigger than all of my classmates. Some of those guys so small, even when iced cold my cock was never that tiny, Mr Jones sported a huge cock probably bigger than my own. He asked where I was headed and if I wanted a ride.
I knew I could not get in his car as my cock was bulging out and I had no way to hide it, he insisted that I was getting in his car. He saw it right away, hard to hide this thing especially that I was only wearing shorts and a tee, joggers and a pair of sport socks, if I had only wore underwear today I might have been able to hide it somewhat.
Mr. Jones checked out my cock as I got in his car, he did not make a comment about it, but his eyes were on it for sure.
"So Billy I was talking to your coach and he suggested I talk to you about taking up running with me, he said your very fast and have great stamina."
"Thank you Mr. Jones, I love to run, especially cross country and with someone else would be great."
"So do I Billy and please call me Tom, Mr. Jones is my Dad."
He and I laughed.
"So Billy would you run with me sometime? I love to run cross country, be much better with a partner to enjoy it with and safer."
"Yes Sir, Tom I would love that very much."
"How about tomorrow then? Say noon?"