Gym Rut

By Jon Himus

Published on Apr 8, 2003

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When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. If you wanna see the pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk

GYM RUT By JonH

I was the one dragging the gym mats back into a pile, Connors was swinging on the rings and holding his legs up at a 90 degree angle for aslong as he could. I'd already missed the 3:45 bus and the way he was pissing about I'd be missing the 4:05 aswell. All Connors did when me and him got this detention was piss n' moan about what a prick Mr Landy was and then all he does is swing on those damn rings.

"You know if we get this place organized we can go ya' know" Having slid another mat onto the pile I looked over at Connors and waited for a response. Concentrating on holding his legs straight out he didn't register he'd heard. I bent over to grab another mat but stopped half way. "Y'know Connors we didn't all get a freakin' car for our 17th, I gotta get the bus"

Me and him were both in Year 11 and both 17, aside from that we didn't have much in common aside from biology class. Our height had alot to do with it, he was almost 6 foot so he played football and those guys tend to hang with each other, he always had a smile on his face not because he was incredibly amused or anything I just assumed it was because he was thick, the haircut didn't help either it was supposed to be marines but it looked like something on a slack jawed farmer. Because I'm just over 5'7" I stick to track pretty much all year, in the change room us runners look abit weedy next to the football guys but we're fast and we've got no fat.

Connors finally dropped to the floor and walked real slow over to help.

"Keep it calm Kev, jesus" Looking at the 20 or so mats still laying all over the place he scratches his balls through his track suit, "what we gotta do?"

The guys an idiot. Imitating him I start scratching my balls through my tracksuit "dunno Connors, whatta you reckon?".

He let out a laugh then lunges across at me and headlocks me down onto a mat. Pinned down he looks right at me and with that smile of his "Kev, I gotta myself itchy balls OK". Letting out a laugh that's more a grunt I dig my sneakers into the mat and push myself hard into his stomach, my shoulders get him below the ribs and he falls back. Laughing with mock horror he falls back then leans over me and digging his chin into my back wraps his arm around my leg.

He tries to flip me over but I keep my head pushed hard into his stomach so he can't lift me. He can beat me at this but it's good putting up a fight. His arm slides higher up my leg and I start to feel my body lifting, I reach round and grab the lack of his legs but my heads sliding down his stomach - a few more inches and he's got me.

His arm slides between my butt cheeks - I think he's gonna squirrel grip me but he starts to lift. I push the top of my head into his body and that's when I realized. My heads pushing hard against his crotch and he's got a hardon! It's pushing into the back of my head so I know I'm not mistaken. And he's humpin' it slightly into my head. I dunno if he knows I know but figure he must. And he's humping gets my dick growing - I haven't jerked off since Saturday so it doesn't take much - this is frickin' gay but a body this close and rubbing at me is enough.

Connors arm is squeezed real hard between my butt cheeks and he's trying to get a a grip. I got boxers and undies on under my track pants but I know he'll feel the lump. Sure enough his crotch and hardon pushes harder into the back of my head and I feel his hand on my belly, his arm running along the length of my boner and pushing hard against it. We both know what's happening but don't say a thing, we keep on pushing into each others bodies - we've both got boners pressing hard into our track pants. We gotta do this quick if we're gonna do it. All actions no thinking about it.

He starts humping his crotch real fast into the back of my head and I push hard against it and kinda move my head up and down along where his track pant covered shaft. Conners starts to rub his arm and palm along my cock, even through the pants I feel it pushing my sweating prick into my stomach. We both start grunting like crazy and really going at it, I close my eyes and don't hold back rubbing the back of my head I feel his firm cock and now it feels real firm. I can hear him groaning kind of and I'm thinking he must be gonna blow. His outstretched palm speeds up and rubs along my shaft, the heat from the friction gets my track suit sweating. I can feel clamminess as he too starts to sweat through his track suit. I'm close - real close. The warm smell of synthetic fills my nose as he humps my head....I'm close....I'm....with a grunt I blow, gasping sweating into the vinyl mat I feel my jizz filling my boxers and my tracks pants. With a loud 'huh' Conners grinds into my head and by the shudder and the groan I know he's blowing.

We let go of each others bodies and fall back onto the mat, I'm not looking at him and I guess he's not looking at me. Rubbing at my softening cock through the track pants I can feel my cum spreading around - it'll dry OK. He's doing the same. We don't want the tips of our cocks to dry hard against the fabric.

We both then piled up the mats not saying a word and barely looking at each other.

THE END

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