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Friday, February 13, 2026

[SS-1654] Jogger Dogwalker


JOGGER DOGWALKER

The jogger was always out there, a perfect body in tight shorts. He needed cash bad for his protein powder and all that other gym crap. So he swallowed his pride and knocked on his neighbor's door. The guy was a single dad, mid-aged, kinda hot in a quiet way.

The dad listened, then looked at his fat, lazy dog sleeping on the rug. "Look," he said. "You're already running. How about you take my mutt with you? I'll pay you."


The jogger agreed. For a month, that's how it was. Him and the dog, running every day. He'd see the dad watching from the window sometimes. It felt weird, but also kinda good.

One day, a car pulled up next to him. It was the dad. "Get in," he said, all serious.

The jogger put the dog in the back and slid into the passenger seat. "What's up?" he asked, breathing hard.


The dad just stared at the steering wheel. "So... you still need money?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, man. Always."

The dad took a shaky breath. "I'm... I'm not really supposed to like guys. But I do. And I was wondering... if you'd... you know... If you want to have sex with me. For money."

The jogger felt a jolt, like electricity. A huge grin spread across his face. "Dude," he said. "I've had a crush on you since I moved in. You don't have to pay me."

The dad's head snapped up, his eyes wide. "Really?"

"Hell yeah," the jogger said, and then he leaned over and kissed him.

It was messy and desperate. The dad's hands were all over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles he'd been staring at for a month. The jogger grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. They were all clumsy hands and grabbing clothes, their breath fogging up the windows. The car was small and cramped, smelling like sweat and horniness. It was frantic and raw, not perfect at all. It was hot.

Afterwards, they were just a tangle of limbs, panting in the front seat. The dog was snoring in the back.



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