Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 13:11:51 -0500
From: Kevin Metson <trojanboy2012@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Runners Pt 7

Greetings all -- thanks for all the notes.  I hope you all enjoy this
story. It is about High School mm friendships and such.  There will be
situations of an erotic nature that occur in it, so if you do not like m4m
erotic stories, than please stop reading now.


This story is copyrighted by the author.


***** Kevin********


I woke up the next morning to my dad knocking on the door. I was lying
naked on top of my sheets, cum crusted on my chest.  I brushed what I could
on to my bed (I'd clean it up later), but three or four patches of my chest
hair were still matted together.


"Hold on a minute, dad." I called out, as I pulled on the shirt and shorts
I had worn the day before.


After I called him in, my dad entered and said, "Kevin, we need to talk
about last night."


Oh shit, I thought.


"I talked to Roger this morning," (that's my team captain Andy's dad), "He
explained everything.  Most importantly that despite all of Alicia's
antics, you acted like the perfect gentleman. He also had a talk with Coach
this morning.  Coach Nils is lucky if he'll keep his job after this.  Girls
are not to be treated like some type of game trophy to be thrown at hormone
ridden boys because they won a game.  It demeans them and usually ends up
in trouble."


It slowly dawned on me that I wasn't in trouble.  My pa actually had a
smile on his face.


He continued, "And I don't want you to see that girl Alicia again.  I don't
like to speak ill of girls, but if she's anything like her mom, she's most
likely looking for a guy to knock her up. And I don't want that guy to be
you."  My pa's frank statement surprised me.  Oh, don't get me wrong.  He's
a full blooded Irish boy, who speaks his mind.  But he NEVER speaks ill of
women.



I started to smile, but then frowned.  Just at that point, my dad saw the 2
condoms packages on the floor.  They must have fallen out of my pocket when
I got undressed last night.



He frowned.  "Kevin -- do we need to have a serious talk?"


Quickly I piped up.  "No, no you don't understand.  Andy gave them to me
without me asking." I didn't see this as ratting Andy out. It's simply I
always tell my dad the truth.  "In fact," I continued, "I didn't even want
to be there with Alicia. I had actually told Andy to ask LISA, .... but I
stammered her name and he misunderstood," I finished sheepishly.



Dawning crept across my pa's face.  "I'm sorry, Kevin.  You do have my
permission to ask **her** out, if it makes you feel any better. Lisa's a
nice respectable girl."



I frowned again.  "Dad," I said with a small plead in my voice, "Alicia got
me to ask her to take her to the movie tomorrow.  Can you forbid me to go
to that?"



My pa thought for a moment.  I knew my dad was conflicted.  He obviously
viewed Alicia as "one of those girls." But at the same time, it was
improper to cancel a previous engagement just out of pique.  "No, Kev.  I
understand what you mean by she "got you to ask", I've dealt with a girl
like her before, but a promise is a promise.  Take her out, but then you
can make me out to be the bad guy. Just be careful."  With that, he scooped
up the condoms and left.



I needed to work out, but I also wanted to be alone.  So I headed out to
the garage, grabbed my bike and headed over to the school. At this time on
a Saturday after a game, the weight room would be deserted.



The football weight room has its own entrance from the outside.  This
allows us to get in whenever we want.  There is a keypad to which all the
football players have the combination.  I punched in the numbers and turned
the handle.  As the door closed behind me, I heard a bar clink into a rack.
Shit, I thought, someone's here.  I thought of leaving, but whoever they
were had heard me, so I proceeded in.



Zac was lying on one of the benches recovering from his last set.  He was
wearing short blue shorts and was bare chested. He looked up.  "Hey Kevin,"
he greeted me with a smile. I didn't know Zac all that well.  He was
normally really quiet when the team was around and I don't think I've ever
been around him one on one, like we were now.



"I thought you had to help with calving or some shit like that." I queried.



He sat up and got a sheepish grin on his face.  "Just between you and me --
that was just an excuse to get out of the after game -- I didn't like all
the girls being invited over.  It's supposed to be a time to celebrate with
the guys, you know.  Girls can wait til Saturday. Want me to spot you?"



A smile played across my face, as he said that.  That's exactly how I felt.
Well, except for the "girls can wait til Saturday" bit. **My ** mental
addition was, Saturday was for hanging with Tommy.




"Sure", I replied.




The weight room is not air conditioned on the weekends, so it was warm.  I
whipped off my shirt and lay down on the bench.



Zac suddenly laughed.  "Looks like you had some fun alone time there,
Kevin.  Either that or you're trying to advertise. " He rubbed his hand on
my chest and flaked off some dry cum.



Fucking A, I thought. I never cleaned up the rest of crusty cum from my
chest.  My face must have turned beet red.


"Don't sweat it dude.  I'm sure I got some crust on me too, somewhere." He
laughed. " What else you gonna do before you fall asleep?" He made a
shaking motion with his fist, as if I would miss what he meant. " And
there's no point in showering before you work out. Come on lift."


His frankness caught me off guard, but I liked it. If the dried cum on my
chest didn't bother him, then what the hell - it didn't bother me.


I braced myself and pushed the bar up.  Zac helped me lift up the bar.  I
cranked out 8 slow reps and then, with Zac's help again, replaced the bar
again.  As he helped me, he stepped forward a little, so his crotch was
nearly over my forehead.  Normally I wouldn't have even really noticed,
except my eyes fixed on the fact that Zac was wearing neither a supporter
nor underwear.  His junk was clearly visible through his shorts leg.


I know I looked longer than I should, but I was mesmerized.  Not to mention
that there was also a tantalizing musky smell that emanated from his groin.
I finally looked past the shorts and saw Zac looking down at me looking up
his shorts with a grin on his face.  "Maybe you are advertising." he
commented.


I wasn't sure what to say, but Zac spared me the awkward silence.  "Come
on, he said, let's do some squats." With that he moved away and over to the
squat machine.  This was an apparatus that basically was two vertical
shafts.  A weight bar fit in between them.  The bar would move freely up
and down, unless you leaned it forward, at which point it would trigger
latches to release that would snag the bar.  This was for if you couldn't
push the bar back up from the squat, you could trigger the safety, it would
catch the bar, and you could walk away.  It was still good to have a
spotter.


Zac and I worked out for the next couple of hours. During that whole time,
we joked and talked about all sorts of things.  School, football, movies
and books we liked, nintendo games. Throughout it, Zac would make subtle
inuendos about sex.  Nothing awkward, just a comfortable banter between
guys who were able to joke about things like jacking off and shit like
that.



I couldn't help but feel some sort of tension (a good tension, almost
sexual, I might say) between us.  It was nothing overt, but subtle.  For
instance, when we spotted each other, we were a hair closer than what is
normal.  Not enough that anyone would notice, but just a little closer than
was normal for your average teen age boy.  When there was a need to tough
each other, such as helping the other finish an arm curl, the tough seemed
to linger a second longer than was needed.  And I think Zac's shorts were
filled out a little more than normal.  I know mine were.



I had never felt as comfortable around another guy in my life. Not even
with Tommy, I had to add almost sheepishly to myself. Even with Tommy, as
with all other guys, I feel like I need to guard what I say and do, else my
true feelings about guys come out. Here we joked even once about "lending
each other helping hands."  I don't know what it was about Zac, but I had a
feeling I could come right out and say I liked guys, and he'd not only take
it in stride, but would even be approving.  Not that I dared do that, but
that's how I felt.



As we finished, Zac asked me if I'd stay and shower with him.  This was not
odd in any way -- while we were allowed in the weight room alone, we were
not allowed in the locker rooms alone.  The school has an indoor pool and
there is a policy that no one can be in the water alone.  Some
administrator interpreted that to mean both the pool and the showers.  If
you are caught in either one alone, you get an in school suspension and
have to sit out your next extracurricular activity.  I think some kid
almost drowned back in the 80's or something like that and the school over
reacted.



We got in the shower and I couldn't help but stare at Zac's cock. Hw was
standing under the shower head, leaning back to let the hot water roll over
his beefy chest and abs.  It was almost like he was thrusting his groin in
my direction, but surely he was just enjoying the nice hot soak after the
workout.
  His package seemed bigger than what I remembered from Friday, almost like
it was about to lift off his left leg, upon which it now rested.  With his
pubes wets, he looked almost hairless.  His nuts hung down like two small
golden plums.  He looked over at me and saw me staring at his junk, but all
he did was smile and look down at my mine.  With that, he turned his back
to me and washed up.  I followed suit.



I don't know what was going through his mind, but mine was all a tumble.  I
realized that I **liked** Zac.  He was comforting to hang out with, and not
to mention nice on the eyes.  But I felt like I was being unfaithful
somehow to Tommy. Zac was giving some indication that he might be like me
and into guys, maybe even me in particular. Tommy has never given any signs
that he's interested in me in that way.  Should I go with the bird in my
hand? Or wait for the bird in the bush?



I figured it didn't matter, cause most likely I was imagining Zac's
interest.  He was probably just not wanting to embarrass me or maybe
enjoying the attention, but at the end of the day, followed the other road.
After all - 'he liked his girls on Saturday.'



But then, as we left the locker room, Zac looked over and asked me, "You
free tomorrow night? I wondered if you might want to come over and watch a
movie with me at my place."




My heart stopped.  Was he asking what I thought he was asking?  I suddenly
had a picture of Zac and me sitting on a couch, my head on his shoulder,
his hand in my lap.  I'm glad I was wearing a pair of jean shorts, cause my
cock sprang an instant boner. I could have sworn Zac's eyes flicked down
towards my crotch and a small smile touched his lips.



"Yeah..." I began, but then continued, "Shit. No I can't.  I have to take
Alicia to the movie."



Zac frowned at that. "Alicia? Didn't you go to Andy's with Lisa? What kind
of guy are you?" He sounded genuinely scandalized. Guys in our town just
did not "date around". It was considered rude and cast you as a male skank
or something.



I frowned myself for a minute, then remembered Zac hadn't gone to Andy's.
I explained the mix-up to Zac, including the unfortunate "date" that I
agreed to because I wasn't paying attention to her.



Zac's frown disappeared.  "Fucking A, bro. That blows.  Lisa's my cousin
and I know she thinks the world of you.  Want me to explain to her the
mix-up?"



I'd been avoiding thinking about how Lisa would have reacted to whole
thing.  And here was a golden opportunity. "You'd do that, Zac? That would
be awesome. Last night would have been 100 times better if I had been
hanging out with her."



"So you like Lisa? I could have her come over tomorrow and watch the movie
with us. You could still stop by after your 'date'", Andy made the quote
signs with his fingers, " with Alicia.  We don't have school on Monday,
it's Columbus day. So we can hang out later. " There seemed to be a slight
hint of disappointment in Zac's voice when he asked the question.  Could it
be because **he's** interested in **me**?



I knew how I should answer this question, so as to ward off any questions
about my manliness, but suddenly the thought of spending the evening with
Zac made my whole body tingle in anticipation.



I decided to go with my heart and not my head. "Truthfully, Lisa and I are
just good friends. Don't get me, wrong, I like hanging out with her, but
I'm guess I'm just not interested in having a girlfriend right now."



I looked up at Zac. I sure my face conveyed a little of the fear I was
feeling and making such a bold confession. The fear melted away at the
smile I saw on his face.



If you've never experience sharing with someone your true feelings about
guys, I'm not sure you can understand this next part, but Zac's smile at
just that moment cause a happiness to bloom in me like a rose opening up in
the morning sun. I am almost 100% sure that Zac understood those last two
words were superfluous and that "right now" meant "never".  At least for
that moment, I felt an almost physical shift in my feelings.  Tommy would
always be my best bro, but Zac seemed to crowd him out in my thoughts.



"So does that mean you'll come over after you "date"?" Again the air quotes
were brought out.




With a smile on my own face, I said "Sure!"  And we part ways.




Not much happened that rest of Saturday. I did some chores around the
house, played some games on my nintendo, shit like that. I guess I should
mention though, that that night, as I stroked myself to sleep, it was Zac's
face and junk that occupied my thoughts as I brought myself to the blessed
release of hormones and pleasure.




Sunday morning I went to church with my folks. We got back around 11.  I
changed out of my church clothes and headed over to Tommy's. I knew he'd be
home soon and wanted to see how the meet went. I greeted his mom as I
entered the house.  She was working in her office.  She waved back,
continuing her work.  I got up to Tommy's room and flipped on his computer.
Tommy had a dedicated phone line for his internet, so he could go online
whenever he wanted.  I dialed in and waited for the protocols to sync.
Tommy had created an AOL account for me, and I checked it.  I then went to
the chat rooms.  I'd discovered some interesting places where guys would
send me sex pics, especially if I told them I was 16. I got all kinds, but
definitely liked the ones with naked guys in it the best.




One pic was slowly downloading, when I heard steps on the stairs -- Tommy.
I clicked the exit button, and spun just as Tommy came through the door.  I
looked up at him and a smile slammed onto my face.  It's Tommy. Suddenly an
empty spot in me that I hadn't noticed til then filled up with his
presence. I realized I had been worried about how I would mesh my emotions
about Tommy with those of Zac.



But as I looked at him, I understood the shift I had felt yesterday morning
a little better.  Here again, I will try and explain what I felt at that
moment.  First, I suddenly realized that for the past several years, I'd
been putting a little distance between the two of us unconsciously.
Probably because I was afraid I'd say or do something (well for lack of a
better word) that was gay. But now, my desire had shifted to Zac. When I
looked at Tommy, I no longer thought 'Zac looks like Tommy', but 'Tommy
looks like Zac'.  You might say that before yesterday morning, Tommy was my
ideal, now it's Zac.  But what I realized also is that the shift took away
the need for the distance.  I felt closer to Tommy now than I had for a
while - but in a very platonic way.



"How'd you do?" I asked.



His face literally glowed as he replied, "Best....Time...Ever."



"No fucking way, awesome Hoss."  This deserved a reward.  Hell, I just
wanted to go somewhere with Tommy.  He was about to elaborate, when I held
up hand and stated, "No, wait.  This demands a more festive occasion.  I'm
taking you to AJ's. My treat."



He protested slightly, but readily accepted.  He biked over to AJ's and
grabbed a booth, sitting across from each other.  Tommy seemed to be off in
some other world. He must have been reliving his victory because he was
staring over my shoulder at nothing.  (Well it almost looked like he was
staring at me, but that couldn't possibly be." Personally, I could stop
thinking about going over to Zac's tomorrow night.



"Earth to Tommy," I waved my hand in front of his eyes and laughed.  He
shook his head, clearing his thoughts.  Just then Tina, the waitress came
over and took our order.  As it turns out, I didn't need to pay anyway, AJ
(the cross-country team captain's dad) said it was on the house.



Tommy regaled me with a turn by turn narrative of the race. He looked like
a glowing angel to me.  He was excited, he was energetic, he was.... my
best friend.  Part of me really wanted to tell him about Zac, but that
would mean putting myself out there and I just wasn't willing to do that
yet.




Just then the door chimes went off, and who comes in? Fucking Alicia.



"Hey, Kevin," Alicia called out in a syrupy voice that made my stomach
churn.  "What are you doing here?"  She focused on me, and I suddenly felt
like a rabbit being stalked by a coyote. The words of my dad came to mind,
and I envisioned her digging claws into me while she pinned me to the
ground, ravaging me.  Maybe the thought of being dominated by a woman
appeals to some guys, but me, the thought of being alone with Alicia made
me nauseous.



"I'm treating Tommy here to lunch. He got his best time at the Invitational
yesterday."



Alicia glanced quickly over at Tommy.  Her gaze spoke volumes - 'who's this
loser' - it said.  Alicia knew Tommy of course, we were all classmates, but
Tommy was obviously beneath her dignity. "That's nice," she said, in a very
uninterested manner.  She looked back and me and added, "Did you tell *him*
about your awesome game on Friday?" Maybe I felt more like a mouse who's
being toyed with by a cat before it eats him.



Now that was a load of shit comment.  I had a decent game.  I scored the
first touchdown, but hell my average was closer to two touchdowns a game
than one.  "It wasn't much to speak of," I replied honestly. "Andy was the
star on Friday."



"Nonsense," she chided me, like I was some kid caught in a lie. "Anyway,
what time are you picking me up for the movie tonight?"



Fuck, why did she have to mention that? Well, as soon as that was over, I'd
be going over to Zac's.



"I'll come by at 6. We can bike over from you house."



"Sounds like fun," she said with a grimace on her face like she just
smelled a pile of dog shit. What was that about?  The look was gone as soon
as it appeared, and I don't think Tommy saw it. She replaced it with a
ravenous look (which I hoped was for the pizza and not me) and stated, "Oh,
I am so hungry." With that, she pushed me over and sat down next to me and
grabbed a piece of pizza, without so much as a by your leave.



I reminded myself of the plans to go to Zac's and a smile formed on my
face.  I looked over at Tommy and saw him frowning.  Oh shit, he doesn't
know any of this about Alicia.  How was I going to explain this whole
screwed up mess right in front of Alicia?  I simply stated, "The team had a
get together after the game on Friday. The cheer squad joined us, and
Alicia asked if I wanted to go see Hearts in Atlantis tonight.  I knew you
weren't overly interested in it, so I agreed."

Alicia had taken a piece of pizza with her right hand and had taken a bite.
She'd been sitting up against me, which I was trying to ignore.  But
suddenly I couldn't ignore her as I unexpectedly felt her hand slide onto
my crouch and start massaging me. Now Friday night, hormones may have led
my groin to react to her ministrations, but over the past day and a half,
by loathing of Alicia had grown to such an extent that I think I actually
shrank at her touch.  I looked at her with what I am sure was annoyance, I
then glanced at Tommy and saw **he** had noticed and was flushing from
embarrassment. I took a hold of Alicia's hand and laid it on the table,
holding it to prevent her from further fondling.

I guess Alicia misunderstood, because she turned to me, looked at me, like
I had just offered her the world. How could this get any worse.


Abruptly, Tommy stood up and said, "I gotta go. I'm suddenly really tired.
Catch you tomorrow, Kevin."  Before I could say a word, he rushed towards
the door.  He looked back once as he walked out.  I started to get up, but
Alicia suddenly leaned over and pressed her head on my shoulder, making it
impossible for me to stand up without shoving her off the booth.  (Which I
honestly thought about doing for 2 seconds.)


As soon as Tommy was out the door, Alicia's expression changed.  The
sickening sweet look she had shared with me morphed into a scowl.


"I'm glad he's gone, Kevin.  Cause I gotta know, what's this about
**BIKING** over to the movies?"


She looked genuinely mad.  "I don't have my license yet, Alicia. You know
that."


"That doesn't mean you can't drive. Your dad's got a nice pick-up, you need
to pick me up in that." She didn't ask. I pretended she had.


"My dad won't allow me use the pick-up, I don't even have my permit yet."


"But you were going to take me to Riverside Park after the movie. How are
we supposed to do that on ** BIKES **? **Bikes** are so middle school."


Now there had been no plans to go to Riverside Park, at least not as far as
I was concerned. But as I've learned many times over since then, Alica's
reality is not necessarily everyone else's reality. My dad's warning loomed
larger in my head.


"I could ask my dad to take us." I offered.


If I thought she was upset before, this last suggestion sent her off into
orbit. "YOU'RE DAD?"  I'm not sure if she realized it, but her voice was
steadily growing louder.  AJ jr came over.


"Hey is everything all right over here? I saw Tommy storm out and now you
too are being a little loud."


"Everything's fine," Alicia said in a huff.  She stood up and looked down
at me.  "You know what , Kevin, I just remembered Mark asked me over to
help him study for our math test on Tuesday. I don't think I'll be able to
go to the movie after all."And with a sniff and head turn, Alicia walked
out.  Mark was a junior on the football team.  He was the back-up
quarterback and was sure to be team captain next year.  I'd follow him in
the QB after he graduated, if everything went according to plan.


I stared at Alicia's back as she marched out of the restaurant.  AJ watched
her go with a bemused expression on her face.  He turned to me and said
simply, "Don't sweat it, man. You can do a lot better than her. Is she why
Tommy left?"


I sat there for a stunned moment.  And then, like the first rays of the sun
cresting on the eastern horizon, a thrill dawned on my soul. I couldn't
help but smile like a kid on Christmas morning.  I should have remembered
the old adage, red sky in the morning, sailors take warning, but that would
be a problem for Tuesday.


"What a fucking bitch," I muttered.  A little louder I answered AJ, "Yeah,
I got saddled with her by mistake on Friday and have been looking for a way
to end things.  First time I've been glad I don't have a license yet."



AJ laughed. "Will Tommy be OK?" AJ was a great team captain for the cross
country team.  Unlike my team captain Andy, who only treated you well when
you did well, AJ captained his team like they were all his younger
brothers.


"I'll check on him later, but yeah, Tommy will be OK."


AJ brought a to-go box and I boxed up the pizza. There was 3/4 of it left.
I headed out.


When I got home, I placed the pizza in the fridge and turned to head over
to Tommy's.  Just then my mom entered the kitchen with a couple of grocery
bags.  "Good, you're home," she said.  "Help me carry in the groceries." I
had no choice, so I followed her out the garage and proceed to carry in the
dozen or so bags. I then had to help her put everything away.  She asked me
to help her with a couple of other chores, so it was about 2:30pm before I
was able to head over to Tommy's.


When I walked upstairs, I saw that he was sprawled out on his bed. I
couldn't tell if he was asleep or just lying there quietly.


"Tommy, are you awake? Can we talk" I desperately wanted to talk to him
about Alicia.  And I had half a mind to talk to him about Zac, but Tommy
didn't respond.  After a minute, I walked back to house.  Well, I could
tell him tomorrow.


I looked up Zac's number and gave him a call.  I told him about my
unexpected freedom that afternoon. He invited me to come over for supper,
so I told him I'd head out around 4:30, which would get me to his place
around 5pm.  He lived a couple of miles out of town, but it was all paved
roads, so I could easily bike it.


At 4:00, I jumped in the shower.  As I was soaping up my naked body, my
mind drifted back to my showering with Zac the previous day.  I was rock
hard in an instant.  Would something happen between us tonight?  I laughed
as a silly thought entered my mind - at least I didn't have to worry about
getting him pregnant.  I thought of some of the pics I'd seen on the
internet.  Some of them brought some interest thoughts to mind.  My hand
yearned to travel down to my groin. Realizing where my thoughts were going,
I switched the shower to luke warm and let the shock of cool water wake me
up from my thoughts.

I hate to admit this, but I spent 10 minutes debating what to wear.  Should
I wear a work out T or a polo shirt? I settled for my Texas A & M T shirt
that I had ripped the sides and cut off the sleeves with a pair of khaki
shorts.  The orange shirt I thought complimented my tanned complexion.

By 4:30pm I was on my bike and heading to Zac's.  As I rode past Riverside
Park, I noticed two shirtless guys running towards one of the trails.  It
was TOMMY.  Damn, this was a good coincidence, I could explain to him about
Alica.  I turned my bike into the park and followed.  Just as I was about
to catch up enough to call out to Tommy, he seemed to just disappear.  The
path became a little too rough for my bike, so I ditched the bike and
started to jog to the spot I had last seen him.

I found myself at the edge of the bank by the river.  I noticed a trail
that had a couple of footprints in it.  That must be where they had gone.
I followed it down until I came to the spot where I could see Tommy and the
other boy.  They were sitting next to each other enjoying the afternoon
sun.  I was about to call out Tommy's name, when I saw him lean over as if
he were about to tell the other boy something.  Then I saw his hand rest on
the boy's leg, like on the upper thigh.  It's not a place you normally
touch another guy....

Unless...

Tommy?


Like another boy?


In that instant, I didn't know what I thought about that, I only knew that
the feeling hurt.  I turned quickly and rushed up the path.

To be continued.

Hey guys, sorry for the break.  Life has thrown some curve balls at me, but
I got a chance to work on another chapter.  The pace will probably slow
down some, but I promise the very next chapter will continue with Tommy and
Jake.


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