A Cock in the Hand Ch. 02

I arrived home after running all the way back. Standing outside the back sliding door, I caught my breath and looked for any signs of life in the house. So far so good, I thought, as a mixture of drying cum and saliva on my chin and neck reminded me, this was not a bad dream.

Despite the sweat from summertime humidity in Dallas, my shriveled, cum-soaked cock was beginning to feel crusty. I crept inside and heard no signs of stirring. My choice was to either sneak into the bedroom and take a shower, which would surely wake my wife, Amy; or take a shower in the guest bath, that would get her radar up if she caught me.

I decided I could explain it as feeling bad after our fight and not wanting to disturb her, so I headed to the guest bath. Unfortunately, there was no shampoo or conditioner in that bath, so body wash would have to do.

As I removed my crusted, cum-filled underwear and shorts, I realized there was no explanation for that. So I balled them up and put them in the trash with some tissues on top. It was quickly apparent she would probably notice them in the trash, so I scrapped that plan and took them in the shower with me. I would wash them out and say, 'I had a slip and fall that got them muddy. In order to prevent mud from messing up the load of laundry I rinsed them in the shower.'

The hot water washing over me was a relief. I pressed both palms against the shower wall and leaned my head under the water and just let it wash all remnants of the morning off me and down the drain.

It still felt like a bad dream, but as I repeated his name, address, and phone number in my head, it was all too real. I could not believe how I let myself get blackmailed into sucking his cock in just a few minutes after seeing him playing with himself next to the trail.

Was the arrogant prick really stupid enough to give me his real info? I wondered if he was able to manipulate others like me. He sure seemed comfortable with the location and whacking off in public. I needed to get online and find out if his info was real and try one of those criminal background sites.

Even as I washed my body clean, the taste of his cum lingered in my mouth. I opened my mouth and let the shower water flood in several times but couldn't wash away the taste.

My anger within grew and I fought with myself in my mind.

How could you fall for that?!!

He was going to show Amy and the cops the video he played me into!

How did you let him get you on tape looking like you were soliciting him, you fucking moron?!!

Who would ever think a stranger would do that in the middle of a fucking park! He'd obviously done this before!

You let him come in your mouth! ? I wasn't thinking straight, I could lose my whole family!

You let him make you come in your pants! ? It all happened so fast!

You forced yourself to take all of him inside you. ? I had to do what he said to get the video!

You wanted to prove to yourself you could take the whole fucking thing, and now you're getting hard again thinking about it! ? Oh shit! I was getting hard again.

The images played in my head like a twisted slide show. The moment I first touched it with my hand, so hot and hard. The glistening cock head disappeared in my hand then lunged toward my face. The accidental contact with my lips as he pushed me against the tree. The taste, as his pre-cum dripped down my lip to my mouth. The way he filled my mouth as he pushed his way in. The need to take all of him!

I snapped myself out of it, only to feel the shame of a full-on, rock-hard boner. I told myself it's PTSD, as I finished washing and used the body wash on my hair.

The urge to fuck Amy was strong. I thought I could slip into bed with the hard-on and give her a morning wake-up to remember. Then his comments about fucking my wife thinking of his cock hit home. He was in my head, and I had to get him out. Given the situation with Amy, poking her with a morning hard-on was not a good formula for a successful make-up.

Going to my bedroom wrapped in a towel with my cock poking out was going to be a problem, so I decided to take care of the problem myself. After applying the body wash, I stroked myself off, imagining Amy bent over the living room sofa fucking her from behind.

I envisioned my thighs slapping her buns, sending shockwaves through her ass cheeks, as she screamed with pleasure. I quickly felt an orgasm building as my hand moved with a blur. I groaned, picturing her in a position we hadn't been in for years. With two kids, fucking in the living room just didn't happen anymore.

As my orgasm hit, the image of her jiggling buns was replaced by the memory of his pulsing cock unloading in my mouth. I recalled feeling the wave of spunk passing through his cock before bursting into my mouth.

I put my left hand over my cock head catching my load in my palm and suddenly had the thought of taking it to my mouth. Instead, I quickly let the shower wash it from my hand and down the drain, angry that I let him in my head again!

The release calmed me down and fixed the problem. When I finished and stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel, I was thankful I handled the problem, since Amy was downstairs and looking at me as I came out of the bathroom.

I looked at her and smiled, "I'm sorry, honey. I should have been a better listener instead of trying to "fix it" for you. I do understand your frustration and I promise I'll do whatever you need to make the transition easier. I know it's gotta be stressful, dealing with a new city, new boss and no support system..."

Her smile and open arms made my heart race. "I'm sorry, too, sweetheart," she said, as we hugged. We held the embrace, rocking one another for a long moment. "I let it get to me and I'm so sorry, Wayne. I know it's a lot for you, too."

"Let me make breakfast this morning, and give you a break. How's that sound?" I said, as we released the hug.

"Sounds good, I'm going to have to go to the Parkview store this afternoon. If I can get my shower quick before Caleb and Ashley wake up, that would be great," she said, eyeing me. "Why'd you use the guest bath?"

"Didn't want to wake you and I was a clutz and slipped in the mud on my run. I didn't want to trek upstairs all dirty either," I said, killing two birds with one stone, since I held my wet clothes in my hand.

She gave me a kiss and headed off to the shower. I got dressed and started making pancakes. Before long, the kids came down and we all had breakfast together.

Afterwards, the kids watched some cartoons, and we had a good hour together to listen to her concerns. When she had a chance to vent, I suggested we look at having her mom and or sister come for a visit and give her some relief.

She agreed and was going to talk to them later that evening. I began to feel better, thinking that we could get through this, and my encounter would be a thing of the past. I would, however, check him out online and see what I could learn about him.

We had a pleasant morning and I made lunch before Amy had to go to work.

"Thank you so much for this morning, babe," she said, as she headed out. "Love you!"

"Love you more!" I replied.

"I shouldn't be more than three hours."

She was forever optimistic. Usually, three hours turned into eight in the retail management world.

I put a movie on for the kids and grabbed my laptop to research Mark Thomas in Dallas. There were a few Mark Thomases, but I did find him on Insta and confirmed with his pictures it was him. The address was real and Google Maps put him on the other side of the park. It looked like a comparable neighborhood to ours from the street view. I was not able to confirm the phone number and was not willing to risk testing it, or he would have my number.

Unable to let it go and having exhausted my internet sleuthing skills, I decided to take the kids for ice cream and do a drive-by. As we passed, I saw a black Jeep Wrangler in the driveway and spotted him in the side yard, working on the fence. I did not see any sign of a wife or kids as we passed, and dared not risk another pass, fearing he might notice me. Unfortunately, the only way out of the neighborhood, took me past his house again.

My mind raced with the arrogance of this prick, giving out his name and address, as if he wanted me to come after him. As I turned around to exit the neighborhood, the natives got restless, and an argument broke out over the handheld game boy.

"Hey! Do you want ice cream, or are we turning around for home?" I yelled, with the universal parent threat.

They both chimed in, "I'll be good!"

As we passed again, his house was on my side of the car making me nervous. He was still working and not looking my way. I scanned the house for any signs of any other people and still didn't see anyone. Then from the corner of my eye, he seemed to turn my way and I looked forward quickly not wanting to make eye contact and give myself away. I watched in the rearview and did not see any signs of him looking.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with the kids. We had ice cream and I let them ride their bikes. Amy came home about 5:30pm and we went out to eat.

On the way to the restaurant, she called her mother, who was dying to come for a visit. She told Amy it was her father's annual fishing trip, and he was gone for two weeks. So while we waited to be seated, we bought her a ticket for the next day!

There was a tremendous sense of relief for Amy and during dinner, she gave an indication that a back rub might be worth my while that evening.

It may have been paranoia given the events of the day, but after coming twice already, I didn't want to risk suspicion. We hadn't had sex in over a month and there was a good chance she would figure out there was something off if I didn't blow the appropriate load. So, I was relieved when she did not pursue it at bedtime. She just snuggled up and faded off to sleep. That was also a sign her stress levels were down, and she was able to rest.

Unfortunately for me, I struggled all night long. It took forever to sleep and when I did, it was broken up by bad dreams. In the morning, I actually thought about going for a run to clear my head, before it hit me, I can never run in that park again. Shit! That was one of the reasons we chose the house! But I couldn't risk ever running into him with my family!

As I lay there, that was the moment I knew I had to do something about the arrogant bastard. I slipped out of bed and retreated to my future man-cave in the basement. For the first time, I pulled up the video on my phone. There had to be something I could use on it.

As I watched I was reminded how damaging it would be if it was ever found. I watched it all the way through three times, dumbfounded by how he manipulated the situation. Each time, my heart raced with panic and at least there was no uncontrollable boner this time. Just disgust and fear.

Amy could never see it, so I moved the video from my phone to my work tablet and hid it in some program file folder that no one would think to look in. I was frustrated, beyond words that nothing on the video seemed to give me hope for using it against him. It would take video editing skills far beyond my abilities to make it usable. I decided to investigate video editing software later.

Then, I noted the time. It was almost exactly twenty-four hours since the incident. He was probably jacking off waiting for me in the woods. It angered me the bastard was probably doing just that, sure of himself that I would do his bidding.

I thought about making an anonymous call to the police and reporting a flasher in the park. But sadly, I wasn't even sure how to describe the spot or where it was in the park exactly. So I came up with a plan.

I would retrace my steps this afternoon. He surely couldn't hang out all day. I would identify it on the map. Then I would reach out to him and ask to meet tomorrow morning and tip the police that I saw a man masturbating in public. I found the info for the park police and programmed the number into my phone. Then I printed out the trail map and prepared myself.

Amy's mom, Beth, wasn't getting in until about 6:30pm, so there would be plenty of time after lunch to go for a run. Since a morning run was out, I spent some more time on the internet and looked at some background-check sites. It became apparent, I would need more info on him to get any kind of check done. I used the street view of Google Maps to scope out his house. I hoped to get a back and side view but couldn't get much.

So, I made breakfast again and gave Amy some quiet time while I entertained the kids. We had a good Sunday morning, and after lunch I took my run.

When I got to the site, my stomach felt like I swallowed a bag of concrete. I took some pics of the area and the site; in case I should need them. Then I zeroed in on the location on the map, to be able to direct park police to the site.

Feeling like a detective, I decided to drive by his house again after my run. I told Amy I was going to get some things for the yard. As I drove by, the Wrangler was not in the drive, and it looked quiet. So, I pulled around the corner and parked out of view of the house. Then I got out and walked back by, scoping out the property and looking for entry points.

If I lured him out to the park and I could get in the house, I might find something to use against him. After passing the house twice with no sign of activity, I pretended to be calling my dog and walked up the drive and around the side into the backyard.

My heart raced as I stepped onto the back deck and looked into the kitchen. There was a laptop on the island counter. I tried the slider and it moved, but only about an inch before hitting a stop. As I saw the broom handle in the slot, it hit me how crazy I was being. I had no idea when he might come home, so I quickly retreated.

I got back to my car, feeling like a private eye from TV, but unlike those P.I.s, Bahçelievler Escort I was trembling. As I thought about a way in, I began to formulate a plan. If I could get a straightened coat hanger shaped right, I could possibly get the handle out of the slider and gain access. Luckily, his back slider was in a nook that blocked the view from the neighbors' on the sides.

It seemed almost foolproof. I would reach out today and arrange a meeting to bait him, wake up early and be there when he leaves for the park. Then I would get inside to look around and fifteen to twenty minutes before the meet time, call the park police. If they didn't get him, I'd have a chance to find some evidence to use against him and be long gone before he gets back.

As an extra layer of precaution, I went to the Dollar Store on the way home and got my first burner phone. I was really enjoying the P.I. thing. I activated it and made the call from the Dollar Store parking lot.

"Hello?"

I froze at the sound of his voice.

"Helloooo?" he said, annoyed.

"It's Steven," I said, sheepishly.

"Steven, my friend. Are you calling with the other four hundred dollars you promised for letting you suck my cock? I can't believe I let you talk me into that. I never would have imagined. But I gotta say, you know what you're doing. You must do that a lot."

I sat there speechless. Was he recording this, I wondered?

"Tomorrow, same time, same place?"

"Are you bringing my money?"

He was infuriating! I just needed him there.

"Be there," I said, sternly.

"Not unless you promise to bring what I'm owed. And you'll need more if you want a repeat. We both know that's why you called. You know I'm not... like you, but I need the money. Are you bringing the money, Steven?"

"Yes, be there!" I hung up.

My anger level was off the scales again. I sat there trying to calm myself, running through the plan. Adrenalin rushed through me as I realized how crazy this all was. If I got caught, who knew what could happen. Breaking and entering, would not go over well with the airline.

That night, I was hyped up and ready for that back rub. Unfortunately, Amy and her mom stayed up late catching up. And she had work on Monday. It was my long weekend, so I was off Monday with the 5:00am flight to DC, scheduled Tuesday morning.

I laid awake for a while running through the plan and then, nearly slept too long. I woke up, grabbed my phones, coat hanger and tablet as I rushed out in my running gear.

I arrived at his house about 5:20am and was pleasantly reassured to see the Jeep. I parked on the other side of his street one house down and watched. There were no lights on, so I sat reading the news from my tablet.

My next move was one I would soon regret. I brought up the video of our encounter, looking again at how I might edit it to use against him. As I watched, I felt the stirring in my balls like I did that morning. Why I didn't turn it off and stay on task, I will always wonder. My eyes shifted from the house to the video and back to the house, as my dick stiffened uncontrollably.

Just as I came to the realization, I needed to turn it off and focus on the plan, a blinding light shined through the window as a policeman tapped his flashlight against the glass.

"Step out of the vehicle, please," he barked.

I jumped and dropped the tablet onto the floor and nearly fainted as my heart felt like it had exploded in my chest.

"Step out now, sir!" he commanded, blinding me with the light. I think his hand was on the butt of his gun.

He opened the door. As he did the sound of Mark's voice blared from the tablet. "Damn, Steven, suck my fucking cock! Oh fuck that's so good. Take it all!"

I could not see anything but spots from the light in my eyes, but the tone of his voice demonstrated his disgust. "Now, sir. Step out and face the vehicle with your hands on the top of your car."

As I stepped out, my blue lycra shorts gave a great outline of my rapidly shrinking hard-on. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he saw it. He grabbed my elbow and steered me toward the car leading my hand to the roof. Then he did a quick frisk as he spoke.

"Do you live in this neighborhood, sir?" He asked as he brought a hand down behind my back.

"No, I was a..." I stopped myself before saying something stupid.

"Watching gay porn in front of Mr. Thomas's house. He reported you've been stalking him and soliciting sex for money?"

"No that's not true..." He slapped a handcuff on me and gripped my other wrist.

"That was you in the video wasn't it, sir? What's your name?" He cuffed my other hand.

"No, please; this a misunderstanding. I was not soliciting or stalking. My name is Wayne Stilson. I was gonna go jogging and..." I again lost my train of thought in a full panic.

"I'm gonna set you in the back of my car and let you collect your thoughts, Mr. Stilson while I take a statement from Mr. Thomas. He took my tablet and guided me to his SUV cruiser. The tablet was frozen with the video stopped on an image of the ground, right before Mark had turned off the recording and dropped my phone.

"No please, he's crazy!" I pleaded.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll hear from you once you calm down a bit." He sat the tablet on the cruiser and held me against his car. I'm going to leave these on 'til I come back and then I'll take them off while we talk. But you need to patiently wait, Mr. Stilson.

"Can I see your ID, please?"

"Shit, I'm sorry, I left it at home. I was going jogging and didn't have pockets..."

"That's unfortunate, Mr. Stilson. Have a seat in the back please."

He sat me in the car and locked the doors. Then he returned to my car and retrieved the keys and both phones. He looked in the back seat with the flashlight and removed the straightened coat hanger. He looked at it and tossed it back in.

Then, he stepped back, showed me the items, and walked back to me. He stopped to record my license plate number, then returned and opened the door.

"Are both of these your phones Mr. Stilson?"

"Yes, but..."

"I'm going to leave these in the front seat with your tablet and keys. We'll talk shortly," he said with a stern look, and slammed the door closed again.

He was African American, about six feet tall and slender, but muscular. His name tag said Officer Reeves and as I watched him walk away, he turned off the flashlight. The sun was peeking through, and a car drove by. I prayed no one would see me and was thankful I was new to the area.

My mind raced and I could not focus on any story that made sense to explain this. So as Mark Thomas stepped onto the front porch in his bathrobe to meet Officer Reeves, I remembered a simple thing my parents taught me. "It's always better to tell the truth."

I rocked nervously in disbelief. This could cost everything! My family and career blown up in a weekend. Was solicitation a felony? I had no clue. Convicted felon! Fuck! It had to be a misdemeanor for a first offence. But what if you add stalking. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

They seemed to be talking forever. Mark pointed at the door handle, then they talked some more and went inside. It was a torturously long time they were inside, and my panic only seemed to get worse.

It must have been thirty minutes and cars were really coming by now. I thanked God the light bar wasn't flashing on the police car. With the tinted windows I didn't think anyone could see in, so it just looked like a police car parked on the street. No one even seemed to be looking in my direction.

When he finally returned, he walked casually to the car and around to the curb side. He hit the electric lock and opened the rear door on the other side. Then he leaned down. "Are you a little calmer now, Mr. Stilson, or should I call you Steven."

I thought to myself, "Well, fuck again. He knows the alias I gave Mark."

"You can call me Wayne," I said meekly.

"I'll stick with Mr. Stilson. So this story just seems to get better and better. Mr. Thomas just confessed to prostituting himself for eight hundred dollars, but was willing to confess and face and consequences so he could get us to keep you away from him. What do you say to that Mr. Stilson?"

I was rocking and had to calm myself. "He's lying, Officer Reeves. He manipulated me and turned things around to set me up. You can check my record, I have never done anything like what he's accusing me of, ever. I bet he's done it before and if you check..."

"I already ran preliminaries on you both and there are no priors for either of you. Your name checks out as the owner of your vehicle and the Maryland DMV photo matches. If I uncuff you, are you gonna stay calm?"

"Yes please, take them off. This is just a misunderstanding..."

"Do you know how many times a day I hear that, Mr. Stilson?" He shook his head with a disbelieving smile.

"Okay, I shouldn't do this but I'm gonna keep this as discreet as possible. I'm gonna put my weapon in the front and we can talk in the back where no one can see you through the glass."

He climbed in holding the cuff key and waved his hand to tell me to turn. Then he uncuffed me and leaned back against the door facing me. He took out his notepad and started taking my statement.

"So you know Mr. Reeves then?"

"Well yes, we met for the first and only time on Saturday morning..."

I continued describing our encounter and how he was publicly masturbating, when he lured me in and set me up and caught it on video, twisting it to look like I was soliciting him, when in reality it was the opposite.

He seemed objective and listened to everything. I did not tell him about driving by or coming by yesterday to case the joint for a potential B