Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey (excerpt) - coming soon

 

Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey

Joe is caught in the rain when he goes out for a run. When a passing car offers him a lift, it seems he literally cannot refuse. When he is told to strip off before getting into the car, it seems he literally cannot refuse that either. How far will it go?

Excerpt:

“You alright?” asked the boy in the back seat.

Was he ok? Joe had been complaining incessantly about the misery of being soaked!

“I’m fine,” Joe replied.

Huh?

“You want to tell me your name?” the boy asked.

“Joe Jenkins,” Joe replied.

“You look cold and wet. Can we give you a lift, Joe?” the same lad asked.

Joe was disinclined to get into a car with three strangers. Even if they were three harmless-looking strangers.

“Yes please,” Joe responded.

What? Why would he do that?

“Cool!” said the driver while the front passenger grinned happily.

Joe watched the charismatic boy and wondered if he was so easily charmed by a pretty face. Joe wasn’t into boys – he wasn’t even gay. But if he were gay and if he was 10- or 15-years younger he’d probably have been flirting right about now.

The boy who had extended the invitation had short blonde hair that highlighted his dark brown eyes. His eyes were big and round, his face a sweet pumpkin shaped and his smile was enough to make a guy melt. Except Joe was straight. The backseat boy was the slimmest of the three in the car but Joe got the impression he was the leader.

“I’m Luke,” said the charismatic boy. “This is Walt and Henry.”

“Well, you can’t sit in my car in wet clothes,” the driver said reasonably. “Here, put your clothes in this.”

The driver tossed a bag onto the pavement in front of Joe.

“No way,” Joe laughed.

Nice try but fuck that!

“You still want a lift, right?” asked Luke.

“Yes,” Joe replied.

What was he saying fucking yes for?

“Well, you wouldn’t want to make a mess of Henry’s car, would you?” Luke asked rhetorically.

Luke seemed inclined to talk with rhetorical questions.

“I… I guess not,” Joe was compelled to concede.

“Great! Well, we can just drive off and leave you if you want, Joe,” Luke stated. Then he added rhetorically, “Or do you want to take off those wet and dirty clothes like we asked?”

“I’ll… I’ll take my clothes off like you asked,” Joe agreed.

Why? Why would he agree to such an unacceptable condition?

The idea of taking his clothes off in front of these boys was enough to make his guts turn squishy. He was outside and caught under the gaze of boys half his age, was he really going to do this? Joe pulled at his t-shirt which made a sucking noise as he pulled it from his chest. Joe lifted the sopping, saturated fabric from the bottom and pulled it up.

Joe felt chilled as he peeled off the cold and wet t-shirt – first revealing his flat stomach and the V line that dropped into his shorts. His treasure trail was matted to his skin too. As the t-shirt rose higher, his chest came into view. Joe wasn’t muscular enough to have pecs per se but he was thin enough to avoid “tits” and the flatness of his chest gave him a lean but sinewy appearance.

Joe’s nipples were cold, contracted, pert and pink with a few sprigs of hair around them and peppering towards the centre of his chest where a disperse nest of wiry hair was lain. Joe felt his shoulder muscles tense from the cold as he finished peeling the t-shirt off and dangled then dropped it into the proffered bag with a heavy smack.

There were a few honks from passing cars but it was hard to tell if it was appreciation or condemnation for Joe. Of course, maybe it was the boy’s car which was stopped at the bus stop and partially obstructing the flow of traffic.