Restaurant parking lot. Jean’s smile hits me first. Tall, gray hair, eyes lingering. Heart races. We talk inside. My past spills out—teen crushes, first fucks in cornfields. Awkward words stick. Dessert done. Back outside. Keys in hand. Silence thick. ‘Want to go further?’ His voice low. Throat dry. Nod. ‘Soon?’ ‘Very soon.’ He grins. ‘The woods next door… known spot. Let’s go.’ Shock. Memories flood—Gascony fields, rough hands. Can’t speak. Head nods. Hop in his car. One kilometer. Pull into parking. Six cars. Lone men waiting. Pulse hammers. We walk the path. Ferns brush legs. Stop at fork. His hand slides over me. ‘Superb body.’ Shiver. Cambrure pulls him. Reach back. Grip his hard cock through pants. Firm. Hot. Unzip. Stroke. Heat burns my palm. Throat tightens. Desire roars. ‘Not here.’ Regret. Push on. His body presses at every pause. Need him inside. Urgency claws. Find the hollow. Uprooted tree. Hidden enough. Pants down. Kneel on leaves. Cool air on bare skin. Roll condom on. Mouth him. Latex dulls taste. But thickness fills. Lips tight. Tongue presses. He groans. Heart slams chest. Sweat beads. Stand. Turn. Bend. Hands in dirt. Ass offered. Animal. Obscene. Cock throbs pain. His fingers. Cold lube. Sting then fire. He presses. Pain flashes. Then full. Owned. Heart explodes. ‘Wait.’ Adjust. Pain fades. Fullness bliss. He moves. Slow. Deep. Hips grind. Muscles slap ass. Wave hits— that spot. Sweat rivers down thighs. Lost.
Blaze erupts. Thrusts pound. Eyes up. Freeze. Man at edge. Short. Stocky. Tattooed arms. Stroking slow. Eyes on my dripping cock. Rigid. Jean speeds. Doesn’t stop. Knows. Rasp. He cums. Flood inside. Body slumps heavy. Whisper: ‘He wants it too.’ Pulls out. Careful with rubber. I stare. Eyes lock. Plea in mine. He nods. Descends. Condom on. Hand firm on back. Owns. One thrust. Brutal. Tears me. Rhythm savage. Different heat. Sweats mix. Waves crash. No thought. Just vessel. Jean watches. Strokes maybe. Don’t care. Cock pulses. Hand grips mine. Edge. Cum sprays leaves. Spasms milk him. Endless. He grunts. Bursts. Twitches deep. Still. Softens. Slides out. Bags rubber. Zips up. Gone. No words. No name.
The Fever
Rise. Sore. Sticky shirt clings. Blush burns. Eyes down. Silent walk back. Near my car: ‘For just a chat, you let go wild.’ No reply. Awkward bye. Drive home. Office. Tension gone. Ache lingers. Images flash. Repel. Return. Afternoon drags. Next day. Dull throb sweet. Memories swirl. Shame mixes thrill. Transgression high. Like after cornfield first—worker’s knowing grin. Jean texts. Tease. Wants more. Reply: ‘In the woods?’ Skin still tingles. Heart quickens at thought.