The Cross Country Run

By Philip Whitney

Published on Nov 10, 2014

Gay

This very short story is dedicated to my long last buddy Tony, his brother Matt and his best friend, Jake.

It is now two and a half years since they disappeared out of my life. Tony contacted me three years ago after reading one of my stories on here and we started communicating daily, by email and Yahoo Messenger. Later I became friends with his best friend, room mate and fuck buddy, Jake and we also hit it off really well. Then also a while later Tony's brother Matt started communicating with me. Out of the blue Jake's mother caught him and Tony chatting with me on Yahoo and that was it, no more communication.

I miss them all heaps and often think about them, in fact every time I read a Nifty story I think about them.

All their email addresses were closed down, which left me with no means of contacting them. Two and a half years on I hope they have a bit more independence, still read Nifty and are able to contact me on: pmwhit2011@hotmail.com

This short story is for Tony who was a champion cross country runner.

The Cross Country Run

I had been running just behind you for the last few kilometers. I knew I was a stronger runner than you and could take you any time, but I just wanted to savor the sight in front of me for a while longer. I was the strongest runner in my team, but at the moment there were two of my team and three of yours in front of me. My coach expected me to win this meet and at the moment I didn't care. I just wanted to continue admiring your awesome bum enclosed in your tight fitting shorts. They were so tight I could see the straps of your jock lifting your cheeks. You also had awesome leg muscles straining to keep the pace.

"Come on, Philip! Get a move on!" I suddenly heard and looked to see my coach at the side of the track.

I increased my pace and started to close the gap. You seemed surprised when I came up to your shoulder, so you increased your pace. I stayed on your shoulder, but your increase in pace caused us to overtake several other runners. After some time we were in first and second spot and I knew I could take you anytime.

You seemed more surprised when I leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Awesome bum, would like to get a piece of that."

With that I put my hand on your bum and slipped one finger between your legs and pressed hard. The shock of this caused you to lose your footing and you stumbled and tripped. Unfortunately there was a drop to the right and you started to roll down the hill.

Looking down I could see you holding your ankle and then trying to get up. I could have continued alone and won the race, but I had caused the accident.

I scooted down the slope towards you and found you lying in a pile of leaves. I saw your face for the first time and couldn't resist leaning in and kissing you full on the lips. Amazingly no one else seemed to have witnessed the accident and from our position we were hidden from the track. You looked a bit younger than me, but even though your ankle obviously hurt you gave me an irresistible smile.

"Well the race is finished for us." I said, "but we can make this accident worth while."

With that I pressed my hand on the bulge in your shorts and gave it a squeeze. Within seconds the lust in your eyes had turned to action and you had slipped our tops off and was squeezing my bum cheeks with both your hands. We started to kiss passionately and your hard dick was thrusting up against mine.

I slowly moved down your body licking all the way until I came to those tight little shorts. You lifted your bum off the ground allowing me to slip them down. I nibbled away at your hard dick enclosed in your jock and you moaned this time in pleasure. Slipping my fingers in the waistband of your jock I lifted it up, over and down, exposing the most beautiful 5 incher I have ever seen. By the time it was deep in my throat you were fucking my face with passion. I knew we didn't have much time so I blew you quickly. I asked if that had made up for the trip.

It was only then that you tried to get up and couldn't. Hearing voices not far away, I quickly helped you dress and helped you onto your feet. With my arm around you I slowly helped you back up onto the track and as the people approached we made a plan to meet up later. Within seconds there were people all around and fussing over you. At first my coach was really mad at me, but when he realized I had gone to your aid he calmed down.

Later with your foot strapped and your clothes on we sat and had a Coke together. Plans were made to meet up at the weekend and time will only tell what would happen then.

Sorry everyone, if I find it worth while I will continue with the story and what happens when Tony and I meet up at the weekend.

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Next: Chapter 2


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