The runner

Ryan was a passionate runner, who enjoyed this run

Two hundred runners for local fun run in the quiet village of Acton Turville had entered. Ryan, having just turned eighteen the previous week was over the moon the he had reached the age where he was legible to race. It was his passion, lived for running. The majority of the runners were just out there for the fun of it, dressed up in alsorts of weird and wonderful costumes, after all it was a charity race and all funds raised went to a good cause. For Ryan though, this was his highlight of the year, and hopefully his dreams of winning the Cup will come true. He knew he was in good shape after all of his running and gym sessions. His legs were toned, and the shorts he was wearing accentuated his thigh muscles. A quick jogging on the spot got him warmed up, and as he looked across the line of the front row, he saw his arch rival Ken Tames, Ken was the holder of last year's winning trophy, so Ryan saw him as his closest competitor and felt the need to stay close to him. Ken, on the other hand felt no pressure, he knew his experience and ability would see him on the winners rostrum again. At the tender age of nineteen Ken in his new trainers with shorts and top to match intimidated some runners before the race even started. As the village dignitary got all of the runners to line up, she held the starting flag above her head, ready to start them. As the flag was lowered, a big cheer echoed around the village from the many spectators who had come out to support the runner. The route this year was particularly much harder and longer than last year. Ryan could see his opponent just in front of him, running comfortably he edged his way along side of Ken. Both keeping the same stride pattern, they knee that they were one and two out in front and pulling away from their next runner. A sharp left turn into a field, this was the new and extended part of the route. As the mud started to cover their running shoes, Ryan look at Ken and noticed his face was flushed, a sign that he was beginning to struggle. "Are you ok?" Ryan was asking out of compassion more than to wind Ken up, "no I'm not, I've got a stomach stitch". Knowing that they had a huge lead on the rest of their competition, they slowed up to a jogging pace, any rivalry was put on the back burner and struck up a friendly conversation. "I need to rest up" Ken spanked to the ground as he said this. With Ryan staying by him, they both looked at each other. "How far do you think we're in front?", "about one hour, I guess" replied Ryan. Having already run two hours and with another three to go, they knew they had time on their hands to recover before resuming their battle. "I do like your outfit, how comfortable is it to run in?" Ryan enquired. Facing Ken, he stretched out to feel the material of key's shorts, not realising how short they were, accidentally his fingers touched ken's penis. Ken wasn't wearing any underwear at all. "Oh god, I'm so sorry" Ryan was mortified, "sorry for what?", "for touching your thingy " Ryan couldn't bring himself to say what was between Ken's leg, his penis. Ken started to laugh at Ryan's embarrassment. So to ease the situation, Ken put his hand through the leg of his running shorts and declared "you've made me get hard, here take a look" and before Ryan could do anything to stop Ken, Ken was holding his solid looking eight inch of hard meat and actively rubbing his hand up and down it's length. Ryan could only sit and gaze at how brazen Ken was. "Your stitch seems to have cleared up" pointed out Ryan. And so it had, only to be replaced by quiet moans and a faster breathing pattern. "Do something then, don't just sit there watching me wanking". Ryan wasn't sure what Ken wanted him to do, so he tentatively held out his open hand so that Ken could rest his cock into his hand. Slowly and tentatively Ryan's fingers curled around this fleshy stem, the longer it was in his hand, the less guilt he was feeling, in fact, only he knew what was happening to him as he moved his hand down, pulling the foreskin. That movement alone made Ken gasp out aloud. Its happening again thought Ryan, in his short he could feel himself growing in his jockstrap. "Naughty isn't it?" teased Ken, who by now had taken his top off, leaving his smooth athletic body open to the elements, and flicking his nipples so they could get harder and more sensitive. "Do you want to suck my nipples, then watch my cock grow longer" asked Ken. Ryan was in a world of his own, his concentration was in his hand, which by now was secreting bubbles of precum. "Ohhh Ryan, fffuck in hhellll!". Ken's lower body began to lift at his hips, this allowed Ryan's hand to rub against the pubic bone. Ken's erotic movements had left Ryan in a quandary, he was 'straight', but here he was with a hard cock in his hand, and getting hard himself. Without being asked Ryan whipped off his shirts and jockstrap, exposing his seven inch to Ken, "nice, very nice" Ken was full of praise as he manoeuvred himself so that he could his mouth to cover this glorious cock that stands before him. As soon as he felt this warm wet mouth take his cock Ryan gasped, he wasn't expecting the feeling of being so aroused, so blissful, and his panting showing Ken how much he was appreciating his wonderful mouth. Then reality struck Ryan, "what about the rest of the runners, they can't see this". But because of Ken's mouth, he didn't want this to stop prematurely, he wanted to stuff Ken's mouth full of his cock, and from the sexual noises coming from Ryan, the word premature was apt. Like Ken before, Ryan's hips took on a life of their own by lifting and lowering make his hard-on disappearing into Ken's mouth. With his eye's rolling into the back of his head, the overwhelming urge to shoot his load into Ken's mouth was creeping ever faster within his balls. "Ahhh" as Ryan's free hand gripped the back of Ken's head and pushed him down further into his throat. "Ohh I'm cumming", being so young, Ryan's sperm count was huge, wave after wave of thick white cream flooded Ken's mouth, some of it was flowing from the corner of Ken's mouth, as he was unable to swallow the amount of spunk that Ryan had produced. "Your turn, make me cum" demanded Ken, how am I going to make him cum thought Ryan, I've been wanking his cock and he hasn't cum yet. Then realising that he was naked from the waist down, he layed down onto his side, facing away from Ken and bringing his knees upto his chest, presented his arse to Ken, and to make Ken understand what he was doing, he parted his arse cheeks and exposed his crinkled pink hole to Ken. Immediately Ken knew what was going on, and sidled his body up against Ryan's, making sure his cock was resting between those widened cheeks. Taking hold of his cock, Ken aimed the head directly against the hole of Ryan's butt hole. Being a virgin, Ryan braced himself to what was about to happen, will he enjoy it? How much can he take? Will it hurt? Questions going through his mind was part of the build up, and the anticipation was building as Ken pushed forward. Nothing! Just a feeling of pressure against the hole, Ken tried again, but this time held onto Ryan's hips to sustain the pressure of his cock as he pushed harder and firmer. The resistance of Ryan's hole started to slacken off, and millimetre by millimetre the head entered, spreading the hole wider, "fuck, ohh fuck me harder" Ryan was feeling every inch of Ken's hard-on as it edged its way deeper into his arse, anal muscles that Ryan didn't realise he had began to contract, making Ken work harder to get in deeper. But when the withdrawal started, the relief was amazing. Until Ken forced his way back into Ryan's body again, but this time pain was replaced by ecstacy, moans, panting and gasps could be heard coming from Ryan's mouth. Even after cumming five minutes earlier, his cock grew once again, leaking precum as the fucking got faster and harder. "I'm going to make you want my cock" said Ken as his hips grinded into Ryan's arse over and over. Ryan was beyond caring now, not caring if someone walked up and saw what was going on, not caring that he didn't make Ken wear a condom, not caring if his loud screams could be heard. All he wanted was for this feeling to last forever. "Oh my god, I can't help myself, I'm sorry" ken blurted out. Not knowing what Ken was going on about, Ryan braced himself for the spunk that his arse has been waiting for, being used like a masturbation toy. Soon he could feel hot wet juice being pumped into his arse, these juices just kept coming, filling Ryan's arse to the brink, "I'm sorry" apologies Ken, "I so wanted to cum inside of you" his apology continued. "But you did cum in me" said a mystified Ryan, "I felt your hot thick cream". Ken, who had already pulled out of Ryan's arse, quickly turned Ryan over, and showed him what did fill him up. "Piss! You pissed into my arse?" Ken apologised once more, saying that he was on the brink of cumming and was about to lose his load, but then for some reason his bladder took over, and once a dribble of urine leaked out, the rest of my full bladder just emptied itself. "OMG" exclaimed Ryan as he squeezed his anal muscles to eject more of the fluid inside of him, "that was one of my horniest moments I've ever had. I thought you were cumming, it felt like you were discharging a months of sperm into me, I loved it". "How are you feeling now?" Asked Ryan to Ken and hoping that Ken wouldnt feel so guilty about what he did, he replied that he was feeling much better now that he had emptied his bladder. And with that reassurance, both got dressed, back on their feet ready to finish of the race, a race that had been temporarily forgotten within the heat of the moment. They had another thirty minutes of running, didn't have a clue if they were still in front, or not. It didn't matter anymore, what did matter was that they now have a friendship, a bonding that will never be broken. Not when there is a hard cock and fucking involved.