Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 11:32:56 +0800
From: Philip Whitney <pmwhit2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Cross-Country Run

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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