Date: Mon, 25 May 2015 10:40:56 -1000
From: Peter de Ruthyn <peterderuthyn@gmail.com>
Subject: Sporty Siblings 1

The following story is a work of fiction. Kav Maroney, McKayla Maroney, and
any celebrities mentioned here are real people, but they are treated as
characters in this story. The text in no way implies any knowledge of the
celebrities' true sexuality or actions, and it is not intended to suggest
that the celebrities are straight, bisexual, or homosexual.


Sporty Siblings
by Peter de Ruthyn

Chapter 1


His legs pumping, Kav Maroney swerved around the hairpin curve in the trail
and kept climbing the hill.  Gravel scattered out from under his feet and
rattled down the cliff.  He could feel the pebbles through the thin soles
of his blue Asics sneakers.  Those, and a matching pair of royal blue
shorts, silky nylon that were split all the way up his hips, were the only
things he was wearing.  It was an appropriate outfit for the California
spring, at least when the sun was out.  And it was appropriate for other
things, too.

He liked coming up on the weekend and jogging in Runyon Canyon.  There was
always eye candy parading around there, and he dressed accordingly.
Athletic, but a little bit slutty.  He liked looking at the other guys.  He
saw no reason why they shouldn't look right back at him.  Besides, wearing
just track shorts and sneakers was so fucking sexy.  The combination made
him hard every time.  It was who he was, a runner to the core.  His cock
would have been visibly straining against the thin, too-revealing liner of
his shorts by now if he didn't keep moving.

The trail leveled out ahead and he picked up the pace, flashing past a bona
fide Andrew Christian model who was resting, a couple of gawky teenage
girls who weren't showing near enough skin in his opinion, and a heaving
cougar with an annoyed chihuahua on a leash.  He leaped the chihuahua and
pushed on.

Something sparkled off to the left.  Another trail ran down to join this
one, and another runner was coming up on him from it.  Kav glanced over
quickly, then took a second, longer look.  It was another boy, about his
age, maybe a couple of years older.  He had dark hair and brown eyes, a
lean runner's body, and he was as nearly nude as Kav was.  Except his
shorts were white, and his shoes were white Pumas with silver flashes.  It
was a sensational combination.  The boy caught Kav staring at him and
flashed him a brilliant grin that made Kav's spine tingle.  This day was
getting better all the time.

They fell into step together and kept climbing.  The number of runners on
the trail diminished as they went higher and the grade increased.  Soon
they were alone, their bodies gliding forward in unison as they shamelessly
admired one another.

Then the boy in white spurted ahead.  As Kav pushed himself to catch up, he
saw that his new running mate was taking a different path, a narrow one
that branched off into the woods and scrub.  He followed him.  He didn't
mind the change much, since it mean he could admire the firm, muscular butt
that was just peeking out from beneath the hem of the shiny shorts.  The
other boy took a quick look over his shoulder to make sure Kav was
following him and laughed out loud when he saw the admiration on Kav's
face.  But he kept running.  He swerved abruptly to one side, into the
woods.  Reflexively, Kav followed him before he could stop himself, and
instead of crashing into a tree, he found himself slipping between them.
He saw the boy stop, and put on the brakes.  Panting slightly, he looked
around.  They were in a tiny clearing just off the path, but hidden from it
by the way the trees grew.  In the other direction, he could see the sun
glinting off the skyscrapers of downtown LA through the branches.

"Hi," the other boy said.  He was smiling again in a way that made Kav want
to go down on his knees right this second.

"Hi."

"I'm John."

"I'm Kav."

John put out his hand.  Kav took it.

"Short for...?"

"Kavnaugh."

"I like Kav better."

"Me too."  John was still holding Kav's hand, almost caressing it.  Kav
didn't mind at all.  In fact, he took a step closer to make it easier.

"You're a real runner," John said, looking him over in admiration.  His
eyes kept coming back to Kav's toned legs and the bulge that was growing in
his shorts.

"Wilson High.  I do the 200.  You?"

"I run cross country for my college.  Back in Connecticut."

"Hot," Kav said.  "What brings you out here?"

Again that boyish smile of John's.  "Porn, actually."

Kav blinked in shock.  But it was a good shock.  He felt his damp shorts
sliding wetly over his hardening shaft.  That was so good, too.  And John
had noticed it, he was sure.  "Umm...straight or gay?"

"What about bi?" At the look of surprise on Kav's face, John chuckled.
"Just kidding with you.  Gay."

"That's awesome," Kav managed to get out.  He was usually a lot more
forward than this, but the suddenness and the brazenness of this encounter
were making him struggle to catch up.

John finally dropped his hand and began playing with the hem of Kav's
shorts instead, running them through his fingers.  Kav's hard teen cock was
clearly visible just above it, but he didn't touch that too.  Not yet.

"Sooo..." John said, "what about you?  What's your story?"

"I just like running here," Kav shrugged.

"You live in LA then?"

"Long Beach.  Just came up for a run."

"That's a bit of a long way to drive to go running."

"Well, I wanted to break the new shoes in in style," Kav said, then bit his
tongue.  That sounded weird to anyone but him, he thought.  "Ahhh..."

But it hadn't sounded weird to John, apparently.  He'd let go of Kav's
shorts and dropped to one knee in front of him.  Kav barely had time to
balance himself before John picked up one of his feet and rested it on his
knee.

"Nice," John said with approval as he admired the Asics.  He squeezed the
sneaker a few times, testing its flexibility.  That forced a moan out of
Kav, which he pretended not to hear.  "I see you don't like all that
padding crap either."

"That just keeps you from feeling the track," Kav said.  He was breathing
more heavily than when he'd been running.  John's fingers stroked the bare
skin of his ankle just above the shoe and he felt his cock begin to precum
into his shorts.

"Agreed," John nodded.  "Well, you seem to be getting these broken in
pretty well..."  His voice died away.  Kav felt suddenly tense for some
reason.

"In more ways than one!" John finished.  He grasped Kav's ankle firmly and
gave the sneaker a twist.  In another moment he was holding it up for
closer inspection, leaving Kav's bare foot resting on his leg.  Kav
realized how nice John's skin felt against his naked sole, but he was too
on edge to think about doing anything about it.  He saw that John was
examining a faint stain on the top of the shoe...

"I know this kind of mark!" John exclaimed.  He looked up, and his smile
was outright naughty now.  "You've been cumming on these!"

The expression of enjoyment on his face reassured Kav.  "Always do.
Doesn't everyone?"

"Everyone who loves their sport should.  And I guess you really love your
sport."

"Seem like you do too."

"You have no idea how much!  Do you do the insides of yours, too?"

"Of course!  First I give my feet a good licking to get them ready.  Then I
slip my cock into the shoe and lie down on top of it and fuck it till I
blow.  Then I put it on and do the other one.  That's always my routine
before my first run in a new pair."

"Fuck, that's hot," John said huskily.  He flexed Kav's sneaker in his
hand.  "I guess you'd feel even hotter if I gave you this back?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Slowly, John lifted Kav's foot and slid the tight, thin running shoe back
onto it.  He squeezed it gently, massaging the foot through the leather,
and insisted on retying the laces for a snug fit.  Kav twitched his toes in
it.  "Looks good," he said with approval.

John stood up.  He was only an inch or so taller than Kav, so he could look
him in the eyes.  Both boys had long ago passed the bulge stage.  Their
fully hard cocks, trapped in the brief-cut liners of their shorts, pointed
off to the side as if trying to curve around their hips.  In John's case,
his cockhead was clearly visible.  The white nylon of his shorts, soaked
with precum, had become completely transparent.  A drop of precum was even
forming on the outside.

"You look good," he said with emphasis.

The two runners thrust their hips forward at the same time.  Their wet
cocks, covered by double layers of nylon, slid freely over each other as
they met.  The sensation was exquisite.  In an instant their bodies were
pressed fully together, young soft skin on young soft skin. Their hips
bucked and thrust, fucking one another without penetration.  The pressure
of cock on cock was more than enough.  John's experienced tongue teased
Kav's and then withdrew just long enough for Kav to bring his into play,
then dove in again.  Kav lifted his leg and glided his new sneaker up and
down the length of John's calf muscle.  John moaned at that and pressed his
other leg more firmly into Kav's.  From sole to hip, their bodies were
joined, with only a tiny bit of fabric between them.  And that little bit
of fabric made all the difference.

"God, this is too hot," John panted, breaking the kiss.  "I love how you
look in your gear."

"I'd love to see how you'd look in my gear!" Kav shot back, thrusting even
harder.

"I want to go running in yours!"

"I want to cum in yours!"

"I want to suck your cock till you shoot through my shorts!"

"I want you to fuck my sneakers till you fill them with cum!"

"Kinky slut!" John gasped.  Their slippery bodies were a blur of fluid
motion.

"Yeah!"

"Shoe whore!"

"Oh yeah!"

"Sneaker slut!"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Hot slutty track boy!"

"Fucking YES!" Kav screamed.  He trembled and froze.  His hard cock ached
beyond description, and at that all too accurate description of himself, it
began pouring hot teen cum into his shorts.  John's mouth closed down on
his again.  He could feel John spasming as their tongues fought it out,
could feel cum that wasn't his trickling down his thigh, could feel it
dropping onto his ankle and soaking down into his sneakers.  He had never
felt so free, so fulfilled!

The boys staggered, leaning on one another to stay upright.  The
feverishness of their kisses dwindled to gentle pecks, nibbles on the lips
and neck.  John began carefully stroking Kav's hyper-sensitive body.  The
younger runner sighed and let himself melt into his new lover, gently
returning his touches.

"Oh, fuck," he sighed.  "I've never done that before."

"Never had a chance, eh?" John murmured in his ear.

"Hell no.  Way too kinky for any of the guys I've been with.  Or the
girls."

"Sounds like you need to make some better friends."

"I think I just did."

"Anytime, hot stuff," John smiled, giving him another deep kiss.

Kav broke it this time.  "You mean that?"  There was a hint of worry in his
expression.

"Absolutely," John said.  He stared into Kav's eyes.  "Afraid that I
won't?"

"Well..."

"Do you want to do it again?"

"You have no idea how much!"

"Then we will.  I've never been lucky enough to be with a guy who was as
hot as you are - which you are, by the way - and who had the same real,
sexual love for his sport and his gear that I do.  I want this just as bad
as you!"

The smile that lit up Kav's face was as big as John's this time, and every
bit as eager.  "Can we do it again now then?"

John's hand wrapping around his still-hard cock answered that question.
Kav groaned.  His shorts were so wet with his ample load that it felt like
his erection was floating in cum.  And the feeling of the two layers of
nylon sliding over one another as John toyed with him was beyond
description.  He'd always loved cumming in his track shorts.  He never wore
a jock unless he was competing so that their silky smoothness would tease
his shaved package and make him much more ready to unload.  From the
expression on John's face, he felt the same way.  Kav let his fingers trace
the outline of John's substantial manhood, explored the swollen ridge of
his cockhead, polished the tip of it and made John bite his lip to keep
from crying out at the overstimulation.  A moment later Kav did start
whimpering as John did the same to his eager prick.

"You.  Have.  A.  Fantastic.  Cock," John whispered to Kav in between
kisses.

"So do you," Kav replied, starting to fist it.  "Nice and thick."

"It's opened a few tight holes."  That irresistible grin of John's came out
again.  "Including my own."

"Whoa!  No shit?"

"Nope.  I'm flexible."

"And I thought my gymnast sister could do crazy things with her body."

"Not as crazy as I can.  I'll let you watch sometime."  Kav's cock twitched
and gushed precum over John's hand.  John stopped stroking him and licked
it off appreciatively.

"Tastes good.  Got more where that came from?"

"Yeah, but I think I'll put it somewhere where it won't go to waste."

"Like where?"

Kav let go of John's cock.  He reached down and unlaced the sneaker on his
right foot.  It slid off easily, the tongue obviously damp from his
dripping cum earlier.

"Now yours," he said with a smirk.  John had his shoe off in two seconds.

"Are we going to do what I hope we are?" he asked.

For answer Kav pulled the leg of John's shorts aside.  His cock sprang up,
all seven and a half inches of it, semen-slick and pulsing.  Kav slipped
his blue sneaker over the erection and squeezed gently.

"I want to wear your cum in competition."

"Holy fuck, you're going to, soon," John gasped.  He fumbled for Kav's
cock, enveloped it with his own shoe, watched the younger boy tense and
instinctively thrust upward into it.

Their bodies drew together again.  Their lips met, and their toes as John
covered Kav's bare foot with his own.  They worked each other's shafts
through the thin leather and rubber and nylon of their running shoes, using
them like extraordinarily sensual gloves.  They felt themselves coming to
the brink of orgasm, and slowed their pace more and more, not wanting the
pleasure to end.

But in the end, the mere thought of what they were doing proved too much
for both boys.  Hardly moving their hands, they whimpered, clutching each
other.  Cum surged out of their cocks, hot and thick.  They could feel it
sticking to the insides of their shoes, knew it would soon be clinging to
their soles, and that knowledge made them cum even harder.  Their bodies
shook and jerked with the intensity of their lust.

"That...was...way too good," Kav gasped.  He leaned his forehead against
John's neck, holding him close.  The two boys stood there like that for a
while, just embracing.

John was the first to stir.  "Shouldn't we finish what we started?"

"Yeah," Kav agreed, half reluctant, half eager.  Carefully, he removed his
sneaker from John's now-softening cock, making sure that the cum stayed in
it, brushed the dust off his foot, and slipped it back on.  He felt the cum
coat his entire sole almost immediately, there was so much of it.

"Wow," he said, his eyes wide.

"Yeah," John agreed.  "I think your cum feels better on my feet than mine."

"Maybe it'll make you run faster now."

"Want to test that theory?"

The smile that had captured Kav from the first moment he saw it was an
invitation he couldn't refuse.  They took off running together.


Comments and feedback welcomed at peterderuthyn@gmail.com!  Also look out
for my upcoming collection "Toyboys and Other Stories".