Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places or events is unintentional and unlikely.

Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey (part four)

"Sit on the chair," Ben said.

Joe looked over to see an office chair beside Ben's desk. It was an office chair that swivelled but had no armrests. Ben walked to the chair and glanced at the desk strewn with Maths and English homework.

"Your dad will be mad if you don't do your homework, Ben," Joe said. "Tell him I'm happy to punish you for it."

Ben chuckled and watched Joe sit down – pointing Ben's own camera at him.

"Now what?" Joe asked.

"I want you to look at me as you fuck me, Mr Jenkins," Ben said. "I want you to look at my body and my face as you fill my ass."

Joe blanched but felt the power of Ben's instruction. He had to do what the boy told him because Luke told him to do whatever boys told him to... Joe again worried how long this influence would last. Ben sat on Joe's lap, facing the man, his thighs dangling over Joe's and over the side of the chair. The chair squeaked under the weight of them both but held them. Ben raised himself up, lifting his ass, and then reaching behind himself and holding Joe's cock steady.

Joe's cock touched the sweet, tight hole again and Ben lowered himself onto it. Ben used his legs to raise and fall on the man's cock and Joe grunted and groaned as he fucked the teenager again. Ben's hands wrapped around Joe's neck and they kissed fervently. Joe's camera angles were all off – he had to keep the phone close to his chest and aimed between his chest and Ben's. Joe had scant chest hair and Ben had even less. Ben had a fair-haired spread of downy hair spreading from his navel but he was otherwise smooth.

Ben hopped up and down on the magnificent organ of his next-door neighbour – the chair squeaking and the pair of them groaning and moaning in between wrestling tongues. Ben was fully impaled on Joe's big cock when his bedroom door opened.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" said a boy's voice.

Even Ben had the grace to look shocked.

"Oh my god, Ben!" the boy said.

Joe couldn't see who it was but thankfully that meant whoever it was couldn't see him either. He could only see Ben's smooth back and him sitting on someone's dick. Never the less, Ben pulled Joe's face to his chest so Joe's lips found a nipple so suck on.

"Get out of my room, bro!" Ben shouted over his shoulder.

His brother! Oh, fuck!

"Who the fuck are you having sex with, Ben?" his brother asked.

"Go! Away!" Ben said. "I'm naked, you little freak."

"Yea..." his brother said with a chuckle.

Ben looked over his shoulder just in time to include part of his face in the picture his brother was taking. Two naked lad's legs, Ben's bare back and his ass stuffed with a big, thick cock.

"Caught my brother doing this!" Ben's brother murmured.

"You better not post that anywhere," Ben ineffectually threatened.

Ben's brother huffed and started to pull the door closed.

"You might want to keep it down, mum will be home soon," Ben's brother warned and closed the door.

"Fuck!" Ben said.

He let go of Joe's face and Joe gave the nipple one last suck. Then Joe did what Ben has just said (though he'd meant it as an expletive, not an instruction). Joe pumped his hips up and thrust into the teenager again. Ben was still mad at his brother so he put one arm behind his head and exposed his fuzzy armpit to Joe before pulling Joe's face into it.

Ben bounced up and down on Joe's lap while the man next door thrust up into his ass and trotted around in his armpit. Joe was still recording but his attention was divided in too many places for him to pay attention to what was being filmed.

The audio will have captured the moment they were caught though and as if thinking about this feature, Ben commentated on Joe's new occupation.

"Do you like that, Mr Jenkins?" Ben asked. "Do you like sniffing my boy pits?"

"Mmmm" was all Joe could muffle.

Ben hadn't showered after school so he was a mix of musk, sweat, deodorant and sex-induced dampness. Ben loved the feeling of the fucking from Joe but could tell Joe was close to cumming. Ben was looking forward to it for two reasons; 1) his hard cock was throbbing threateningly between his body and Joe's, 2) he'd never had a man ejaculate inside him before.

"Oh... Mr Jenkins... I want you to cum inside my teenage ass," Ben said because he never wanted to stop reminding Joe of the taboo.

Joe pulled his nose and mouth from Ben's armpit and pushed his lips against Ben's. One of his arms was around the lad while the other captured the space between their bodies – filled their nipples and chests, with grunting, with Ben's cock.

"Oh boy..." Joe said as he climaxed.

Joe realised he was about to orgasm inside the boy next door – looking at his cheeky face and athletically young body. For a heterosexual man who had never had anal sex never mind gay sex, this was an enormous moment. He caught it as best he could on film.

Joe was just thrusting up as Ben again humped down into it, stuffing his ass with the neighbour's big dick. Joe's cock had shot so much cum last time it had sprayed like a garden hose and whatever had caused this effect seemed to have lingered. Joe could feel his cock shoot but it didn't spray like last time, instead it launched big and heavy volley's. Shot after shot after shot.

"Jesus Christ, Mr Jenkins, I can feel your cum pouring out my ass," Ben said after at least ten shots.

Ben stood up – Joe's cock slid out and sprayed warm spunk over the boy's hole and then over his buttocks and perineum as it continued to fire for another ten. The jizz was going all over the floor and over Ben's feet which seemed like an awful waste.

Ben knelt down and gripped Joe's shaft, jerking it so the jizz poured over his hand. The teenager put his mouth over the cock to swallow five shots before his mouth was too full to continue. Ben would have happily guzzled Joe's cum all day but the man was looking pained after nearly thirty shots of semen. It wasn't normal but none of this had been normal.

"Tell me to stop. Please, Ben?" Joe said pleadingly.

He hoped just being told to stop would put an end to discharges.

"Stand up, Mr Jenkins," Ben ordered. "Shoot that man juice all over my face."

Ben stood up too quickly, sending the chair skittering back and his cock poking Ben in the eye just as it released another blob of cum. Joe filmed himself squirt spunk in thick, voluminous loads into the boy's hair and all over his face. The teenager actually laughed and opened his mouth as the loads continued to rain in.

"Ok, you can stop, Me Jenkins," Ben said after swallowing but he could still taste the hot semen.

With great relief, and considerably less discomfort than last time, Joe stopped ejaculating. It was more than forty loads though and it was all over Ben's head, face and dribbling onto his chest. It was on the floor and on Ben's feet.

Ben used his hand to wipe cum from his eyes and smeared it on Joe's chest – to mix with the remnants of the last mess. Ben smirked at Joe and decided he'd had enough fun with the innocent scenario.

"I can't believe you took my virginity, Mr Jenkins," Ben teased as he took his phone from the man and pointed it at him. "Did you like fucking the boy next door, Mr Jenkins?"

"Yes," Joe confessed.

Ben picked his briefs up from the floor and Joe couldn't stop himself looking at the little butt he'd just stuffed. Ben used the undies to wipe his face, removing the rest of the jizz. Turning back to Joe, Ben tossed the briefs randomly and they landed on his bed.

"But look at the mess you made?" Ben said and then thoughtfully added: "Get on the floor... like a dog."

"What?" Joe replied, not moving for a moment.

"Get on your knees like a good dog, then you can clean your mess up. Starting with my feet," Ben decided.

Joe had enjoyed having sex with another man but he was straight and the idea of eating his own spunk off the skin of a teenage boy was... more appealing than he was willing to admit. Joe got down on all fours but slide a hand onto Joe's ankle as his lips kissed the top of Joe's foot.

Joe's own sludge was there so while he stoked Ben's leg, feeling nothing but wispy hairs from his ankle to his knee, he kissed and licked his own cum from the boy's foot. He wasn't so hungry that he was going to make a meal of it, so Joe soon moved to the other foot, using his tongue to scoop jizz from Ben's toes. Joe's mouth moved across the top of Ben's foot which had a few sporadic hairs thar were glued with jizz and soon matted with saliva too.

"That's great, Mr Jenkins," Ben said. "Now I have something else for you?"

"What?" Joe asked – he regretted looking up pathetically into Ben's camera phone.

"Have you ever given a boy a rim job?" Ben asked.

"I can't do that, Ben," Joe said.

"You can if I tell you to," Ben sniggered.

Ben turned and offered his ass to Joe. Ben's ass was petite and peachy and also doused with a man's cum. Joe put his hands on Ben's smooth globes and parted the buttocks to look at the hole which had been stuffed with his cock a few minutes ago. Joe was now flaccid but still big; his cock was a five-inch lump of floppy dick.

Ben's cock was fully hard. Not quite six inches though he lied and said it was. Ben half twisted to record his adult neighbour lean in to push his face between the cheeks. Ben gasped as he felt Joe's wet tongue explore the crack and his nose rooting around just above it.

It would make an exciting rewatch as Joe relaxed into the process of licking and kissing the puckered hole. Joe's tongue started to probe it and slip inside. Joe was eating his own cum mixed with the teen's own juices.

"Oh, Mr Jenkins... that's amazing," Ben whispered extatically.

For a moment, Ben thought he was going to cum and he wasn't even touching himself.

"Are you still having sex?" asked his brother, throwing the door open quite unexpectedly.

"You little fucking..." Ben yelled.

His brother didn't care. He'd come prepared this time and took a series of pictures. His brother was totally naked and facing the door – his cock pointed towards him so he was totally exposed. Ben had less hair above his average sized penis which was hard at least. Ben's brother could not see whoever was behind Ben but whoever it was had his face buried in Ben's ass.

"I was just going to tell you mum's running late. Some roads are flooded because of the rain," the boy said.

"Go away! And stop taking pictures of me," Ben insisted.

It was hard to talk straight because while his brother took nudes of him to post online – and he would because he was a bastard – Joe was still rimming him. Ben just hoped whatever site his brother uploaded the pictures too would not be viewed by anyone he knew.

"You want me to take a couple's picture of you two?" his brother asked, only half joking.

Fucking hell! If Joe (Mr Jenkins) was revealed he would be totally screwed. Caught fucking and then rimming the teenager next door, consensual or not, would be disastrous. And technically, Joe had been controlled (but no-one would believe that).

"You've had your fun, close the damn door," Ben said with gritted teeth.

His brother rolled his eyes and closed the door.

"I'll let you get back to having fun," he said as a parting shot.

Alone again, Joe pulled his face out of the boy's ass.

"That was too close," Joe said.

"Agreed," Ben replied.

"I need to get out of here," Joe decided.

"One more thing first," Ben said. "I want to fuck you."

"Wh-what?" Joe replied. "Ben... I really am straight. I know this has been a weird day and you've liked controlling me..."

"You've liked it too, Mr Jenkins. You said so," Ben pointed out.

Ben was right. There was a part of him that had been curious at ever order and every act. But to let himself be penetrated by the teenager?

"Lie down on the bed," Ben said.

Joe hesitated as he had with rimming but he was curious. Even the risk of getting caught by Ben's mischievous brother did not dissuade the decision. Joe sat on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over the edge, and lay back.

Ben was very excited. He could not believe he was about to have sex with the man next door. He grabbed his lube and squirted it onto his hand and cock, stroking it and then smearing the entrance to Joe's hole. Once it was good and slick, Ben pressed his 5.8 inches against Joe's hole.

"Oh..." Joe said.

He'd never even had fingers in there before today. Joe had never been curious in anal sex and would never have imagined fucking or being fucked by a man. And yet the boy next door was about to do just that.

Ben pushed his head inside Joe and the man gasped with pain and pleasure and something in between. Ben wasn't that big – what would it feel like to be fucked by a big cock like the daddy/ son couple beside the canal?

"Do you like it, Mr Jenkins?" Ben asked.

Ben slid in and out of the man. His thrusts were not as long as Joe's had been but his hips hit Joe's ass with the same, satisfying, fleshy smack.

"Yes... I like it, Ben," Joe confessed.

"You like my boy-cock inside you?" Ben asked.

Joe looked up into the camera the lad was still holding. Joe was laid out, totally exposed while Ben filmed himself penetrating. His penis disappeared inside Joe's hole to leave only a haze of Ben's pubes that met the fur of Joe's perineum and testicles. Joe could see Ben's school uniform strewn around the boy's room – a reminder of twisted beginning to this tryst.

"I like it a lot," Joe said.

He didn't have to say it so when he did, it was a confession based on sex and pleasure. He liked fucking and being fucked by cock. Joe moaned and groaned loudly, throwing his arms back to grab the bed, exposing his armpits for Ben's recording.

Ben chuckled at the exposure of the man – from his armpits and nipples to his bellybutton, his penis and his hole. Joe's dick was now four inches but the foreskin was still pulled back and the head slimy with juice.

"If you keep making that noise, my brother will come back in," Ben warned.

Ben reached past Joe and the man took the opportunity to appreciate the stretched body of the athletic teenager. Ben picked up his briefs and grinned.

"I used these to clean your cum off my face," Ben smiled.

He pointed the camera Joe's face, capturing a moan while Ben pushed in again.

"I've worn them for two days," Ben added.

Joe looked horrified. Two-day old underpants covered in cum?

"Open up," Ben said.

Would he really let Ben put those filthy things in his mouth? Just say no! Joe opened his mouth and Ben stuffed the disgusting pants inside. Ben resumed his thrusting, patting Joe's butt with his pelvis again.

Ben reached down and put his hands under Joe's knees. With effort, Joe lifted his legs until they were splayed like his feet were in stirrups. Ben stroked Joe's fluffy legs, pushing in and panting himself.

The video of the man with a boy's undies in his mouth was a simply amazing!

Ben half wished he had Joe's shorts in his mouth. Fuck! Ben hoped his brother hadn't found them.

Ben finally came inside the man next door, leaking and then pouring his boy-seed into the man's hole. Joe could feel the warm splash, or imagined he could. Joe certainly felt it as it oozed from his hole. Ben recorded himself as he pulled his out and let Joe put his legs down.

Joe panted through the boy's undies that were still in his mouth. He could taste his own cum as well as Ben's sweat and piss stains. Joe pulled them from his mouth, savouring the taste and unable to explain why he liked it so much. Had Ben told him to like the taste?

"Have you ever..." Ben started to ask.

"No," Joe interrupted. "I've never had sex with a man before."

Ben smiled and chuckled.

"I'm not a man, Mr Jenkins," Ben said sweetly. "I'm just an innocent boy."

Joe chuckled too. There was nothing innocent about Ben.

"You are not," Joe replied.

While the man lay naked and exhausted, Ben finally stopped the video. He would have a year's worth of wanking material from all the filth he'd recorded. Some careful editing and Ben would put video clips online. The idea of exposing himself and Joe while maintaining anonymity was quite exciting.

Ben pulled on some football shorts and his school shirt again, which he buttoned up to leave only the top button unfastened. The merging of school and sport was a handsome combination.

"You should get out of here before my mum gets home," Ben said.

Jesus, he was talking about his mum. It was a reminder of the taboo of their actions. Joe stood up, feeling cum drain from his arsehole and dribble down his leg. Joe's chest had cum on it dried and moist. Joe shuffled nervously because he had no clothes in the room – his wet shorts were still downstairs. Ben could see Joe hesitate and enjoyed tormenting him by not addressing it.

"I can't go home like this Ben," Joe said.

"Why not, Mr Jenkins?" Ben asked wryly.

"Because if your mum or brother see me naked..." Joe replied.

"My bro will take more picture and put them online?" Ben interrupted.

Naked and erect pictures of him were bad but Joe imagined Ben's brother taking pictures of him with his shrunken willy, now almost hidden in his pubes, and was totally humiliated by the idea.

"Yea, what kind of boy would do such a thing?" Joe replied dryly.

"Your shorts are downstairs; do you mind if I keep them?" Ben asked.

"I need to wear something, Ben," Joe insisted.

"I agree and I have an idea," Ben replied.

Ben went to a chest of drawers and started rooting around. A moment later he pulled out an item and tossed it to Joe who caught... whatever it was supposed to be. Joe wasn't sure what Ben had given them because it was a small red piece of cloth – stiff and soft in places. Joe tugged the crusty fabric and realised what they were.

"You have got to be kidding!" Joe said.

"My mum bought me them but they were too small," Ben said of the bright red Speedos. "I've been using them as a wank rag."

"You expect me to wear jizz stained swimming trunks that didn't fit you?" Joe asked, his heart sinking even more as he looked at the label.

The trunks were a size 26 waist for boys age 14. Joe was a slim man, but there were limits.

"That's all I've go for you, Mr Jenkins," Ben insisted. "Besides, you said you liked my boy-cum."

Joe sighed as he pulled the rancid material to unglue the crusty, stained spots of jizzy swimwear. Joe slipped his feet into the leg holes and pulled them up; they were incredibly tight around his almost-smooth thighs. The waistband was just as bad, pinching into Joe's waist; the crack of his ass was visible and his pubes only just hidden beneath the waistband. Joe's little penis was nothing but a snug bump in the front of the trunks.

"Hilarious," Ben giggled and aimed his camera for a picture. "Put your hands behind your head."

Joe didn't want to do that...

Wait...

Joe didn't feel compelled to pose with his pits embarrassingly exposed. As he reflected, Joe realised he hadn't felled compelled to let Ben ass-fuck him either; or to eat Ben's hole or to lick his feet... In fact, Ben's influence seemed to have expired after Joe had cum inside the boy's hole.

He'd let a teenage boys fuck him because he'd wanted it, just like he'd wanted to do those other things. Joe still felt straight but everything that had happened had been so intense and exciting.

Joe exposed his pits and Ben happily snapped his pictures.

"I need footwear, Ben," Joe said.

Ben opened his cupboard door and rooted around until he came up with a battered, muddy pair of trainers. They were torn with the upper part coming away from the soles. Worse still, they actually fit. As Joe slipped his feet into the size ten's, he was ashamed to be the same size as the boy next door.

Once the trainers were on Joe's feet, Ben stepped closer and dipped his fingers into the front of the Speedo. Joe thought Ben was going to make him hard but he didn't, instead Ben pulled Joe's pubes until the sprayed over the top of the waistband.

"That's better," Ben said.

The lad snapped a final picture of the pathetic vision.

"Come on then," Ben said.

"What about a t-shirt?" Joe asked.

"You're only next door, Mr Jenkins," Ben sniggered.

Ben opened his bedroom door and looked out. He gestured for Joe to follow and the man felt self-conscious to be topless, legs exposed – no socks or any other clothing except the tiny package covering his... tiny package. Joe halfway down and Ben nearly at the foot of the stairs when his brothers voice sounded.

"Hey, bro. You want to see the pictures I took?" he asked.

"No, I want you to delete them," Ben said bitterly.

Joe remained frozen and hoping the other lad didn't look to see Ben's lover.

"Where'd your boyfriend go?" Ben's brother asked.

"He's not my boyfriend and he snuck out ages ago," Ben lied effortlessly.

"Whatever. I put pizza in the oven and mum will be back in ten minutes," Ben's brother wandered back in the direction of the kitchen.

"That was close," Ben hissed up the stairs.

Ben had to supress his giggles at the sight of the man next door – long bare legs, bare chested and a painfully small garment covering his genitals. Joe tread quietly downstairs and Ben opened the door. It was raining again – though not as heavily in the afternoon when Luke has started all this.

"You should go for a run around the block," Ben said.

"What? Why?" Joe replied.

"To test out your new clothes," Ben responded as if it were obvious.

Joe didn't want to tell Ben that the control he had had worn off. Nevertheless, he looked nervously out onto the street. The rain was pattering against the street and shining under the streetlights. At least it was fully dark now.

"You will run around the block, Mr Jenkins," Ben commanded.

Joe didn't need to do it but he already knew he would.

"In fact, since you've hesitated, take the long way round," Ben added.

Joe stepped past the teenager, who was enjoying the mean streak that had led him to invite Joe inside in the first place.

"You still smell like a gloryhole but the rain will wash you off," Ben said.

"Bye, Ben," Joe said as he stepped into the rain.

The rain was so cold that Joe tensed, feeling his head and shoulders getting wetter. The swimming trunks became damp under the rainfall and the man prepared to run in the water for half an hour – the long way.

"Oh, and Mr Jenkins?" Ben said so Joe turned back to the teenager. "The under-21's football boys are playing at the sports centre. Stop by stop by and see them."

Let them see you, is what Ben meant. Ben sneered and closed the front door.

Joe set off, splashing through the street. His feet were wet in a minute – the old footwear leaked water through the holes and tears. Joe's nipples got hard and his hair was totally matted to his head. A car passed and beeped, another flashed – which was fair since he was practically flashing. Joe spent fifteen minutes jogging to the sports centre and as he ran alongside their outdoor, floodlit pitches, he heard the lads Ben had mentioned. They were playing despite the rain but about to give up as it started to get heavier. Of course, they saw him and started laughing and hooting at him.

"Hey, stop man. Stop a sec," said a big cocky lad.

The team started to approach the fence and peered through it at the nearly-named man. The young man who had called out to him was twenty-ish, which Joe only inferred because Ben had told him it was an under-21's team. Ten lads gazed at his exposure – enough players for a five-aside game. They were all damp and getting wetter in their football shirts and shorts and socks. Despite the rain, Joe was too mortifying a sight to let him just pass by – even the lads who had been heading inside to shower, naked, under hot water had stopped to see what their mates were looking at.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"Why are you running in Speedo's?"

"You know we can see your pubes; you freak?"

"Look at his smooth legs."

"Aren't you Joe Jenkins?"

The final question caused everyone else vying for a humiliating gibe to stop and look. Joe looked at the speaker too – he was the youngest among the team and he looked familiar. Then he recognised the kid.

"You know him, Jonny?" the big cocky lad asked.

"He works for my dad," Jonny said.

The whole team laughed at Joe with this revelation.

"You always run around in trunks, Joe?"

"Running, he's practically swimming."

"Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Yes, I'm embarrassed," Joe admitted.

And wet – he just wanted to run. That's all he'd wanted earlier too.

"Are you humiliated because your boss's little boy can see you almost naked?"

"Why are you running around like that anyway?" Jonny asked.

"I... because..." Joe tried to think of a lie and decided on a half-truth. "Because I can't help doing whatever a boy tells me to."

The team rippled with derogatory laughter again.

"And a boy told you to go for a run in the rain in Speedo's?"

Cum crusted Speedo's. At least the rain had washed most of the cum from Joe's body.

"Yes?" Joe replied, sweeping rain from his hair.

The cocky lad leaned in to whisper something to Jonny and then turned back to Joe.

"I'm a man, not a boy so Jonny is going to tell you to do something," he said.

"Please, I just want to run home," Joe replied.

"We'll let you run home in just a second," the cocky lad promised.

"Mr Jenkins..." Jonny said. "Take off the swimming trunks and hand them to me."

Joe felt dread in his stomach. He shouldn't have told them he was still suggestible – he wasn't. Joe felt no compulsion to obey. The control had ended when he'd unloaded his balls again. And yet, Joe knew he'd obey – because he wanted to.

Joe pushed down the swimming trunks – with difficulty because they were so fucking tight. Exposing his penis to the ten lads in their football kits. They didn't laugh this time, but they were amused – amused and embarrassed for him. Then they laughed.

Joe reached out and pushed the trunks through the links in the fence for Jonny to take but the cocky lad snatched them.

"Fuck, these wouldn't even fit you, Jonnyboy," the cocky lad said.

"Look how fucking small his willy is."

"Gross, dude."

"You're a grown man flashing boys."

"What's wrong with you?"

"You think people want to see that tiny pecker?"

"Do you like being naked in front of us?"

"Your dick is so small, you freak," the cocky lad sneered.

It wasn't so small. It wasn't tiny. It was soft and entirely unaroused. Joe's flaccid penis was a short and stubby two inches long half-hidden beneath pubic hair matted with rain.

"Ugh! For fuck's sake, these have spunk on them," the cocky lad exploded.

He tossed them at one of his friends who shrieked and passed them on. The trunks passed form lad to lad, each one dancing away from the spermy Speedo's. Jonny didn't seem to mind handling them and they stopped with him.

"I wonder what my dad would think..." Jonny said airily, spinning the trunks on his finger. "If he knew you were showing me your penis."

"Please don't tell him," Joe pleased.

"Oh, knowing Jonnyboy, I'm sure you can work something out," the cocky lad said.

"We don't shower with our backs to the wall for nothing," one of Jonny's mates joked.

"Go fuck yourself. I sure won't," Jonny replied.

The rain had gotten even heavier and the ten boys, as entertained as they were by the naked man in ruined trainers, started to head inside.

"I'm keeping these," the cocky lad said, snatching the trunks from Jonny and walking across the pitch to hit the showers.

Jonny remained, watching Joe and looking at the limp dick, which Joe hadn't even bothered to cover up.

"It is kinda small... how big does it get?" Jonny asked.

"Nearly seven and a half inches," Joe confessed to the teenager.

"Wow! I won't tell my dad, Joe," Jonny said. "For a price."

"What price?" Joe asked.

"About seven and a half inches," Jonny sniggered. "You should get jogging."

Jonny turned and ran to catch up with his friends.

Joe started running, just as Jonny said. This time he was bare naked but for shoes that were so damaged one of his toes was showing through the holes. The rain was bouncing off the road, the downpour as strong as it had been when Joe had met Luke... was that really only a few hours ago?

Joe exited the grounds of the sports centre and jogged along the residential roads. There were no pedestrians but there were a few adventurous vehicles. Joe just wanted to go home and it felt right that he should arrive there soaking wet and jogging.

After all, that was how it had all started.

THE END!

This is the end of Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey (JJJJ) & I have no plans to follow it up but thank you to everyone for their interest and enthusiasm. I'm working on another stand-alone short story in what I'm calling the 4alpha series. It will be called Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment (AAAA) but I have no ETA. Check out my blog for more about my stories. In the next few months, I hope to have an update about AAAA, Anthology VI and Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist.

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