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Running naked in front of Jerry

Jerry and I used to meet at a local park in Sacramento late at night. Jerry loved to see me naked. Many times he would walk over to my car and demand that I strip and walk over to his car totally naked. I would comply ... removing all my clothes except my running shoes. I have a runner's body ... having run several marathons. And I keep running now. If other cars were in the park, obviously other guys, Jerry would invite them to park behind him car to watch a "naked guy" walk through the parking lot over to his car. Sometimes, there were two or three cars lined up for the show. After I walked to his car, Jerry would lower his window and invite my hard cock in. He would suck me dry while the guys in the other cars would just see my naked ass pumping in and out of Jerry's window. But !!! Sometimes, Jerry would say "I want to see you run." That was code for driving across the Sacramento River to a secluded road that ran along the river. There is lots of development there now, but a few years ago, there was nothing there. After we drove there in our cars, Jerry would command me out of my car in my running clothes. I would have on a T-shirt, shoes and socks, bikini underwear and running shorts. I would leave my car parked along side of the road and jog up to Jerry's car. His window would always be open. Jerry would tell me he saw me steal something from a nearby homeowner ... but that he wouldn't tell the cops on me if I would just run in front of his car. What else could I do ? ...

... So I would take off running (at a jogger's pace) down the abandoned road along the river. Soon, Jerry would pull up behind me, headlights on. I would run, maybe two or three minutes and then slow down and approach Jerry's window. I'd say, "OK, I did it. Now can I go home?" He would say. "Not yet, take off your shirt and keep running." So, I would strip off the T-shirt and give it to him and take off running again. Another two or three minutes and I would stop and approach his window again. He still would not be satisfied. Take off the running shorts, he'd say. So, however reluctantly, off they came and I handed them to him and took off running again. ((I should tell you that this had happened, in exactly the same way, many times before. So, knowing what was coming, I found myself each time, as hard as a rock about this time.)) Moving on ... I would continue my run. Now wearing nothing but my underwear Another 1/2 mile or so and, again, I would approach Jerry's door. Still not good enough ... "Why not", I would ask !! "I've done everything you have asked. Just let me go home and forget the story about me stealing anything." But, of course, Jerry would see the bulge in my underwear and insist that I keep on running ... but only after I left my underwear with him. So now I am running completely naked down the dark river road. Jerry's headlights are right behind me, lighting up everything. On this final leg of the run, I would keep on running, sometimes over a mile before I would ...