Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2004 17:27:27 EST
From: KNJB856@aol.com
Subject: Body Shop Chapter 2     Gay/HighSchool/Bodyshop

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Body Shop

Chapter 2



It was sweltering today. We had just finished our first meeting for
drama club and I was heading to my Jeep to go home. It looked like it
might rain when I left home this morning so the top is up baking my
interior. I plan to put that down and swing down to the back side of
park and watch the Cross Country team run. I step outside and the sweat
just pours from me almost instantly and I haven't even started to lower
the top. Without much effort I was able to get it lowered. With that
done, I push in my newest CD and pull from parking lot.

 I leave the main road just behind the old train depot and
shift into 4 wheel drive. It takes me just a few minutes of pushing
through weeds and over a few small saplings and I am sitting on a ridge
overlooking the town park below me. Just over the river about 20 yards
away I can see and hear the team getting ready to run some wind sprints
on the short field just below where I am at. I discovered this place a
few weeks ago. I can only come here on very sunny days in the
afternoon. The only time I would want to anyway. With the sun shinning
from fairly high in the sky no one can see me perched up here looking
down on the show. I take my usual position, sitting with my legs
dangling over the side of the cliff I watch as the boys begin their run.
Back and forth across the small field they sprint, taking a 10 second
break after each short run. The objects of these short runs are to hold
there breath for the run then take 2 breaths as they are resting, then
repeat the cycle. I watch as the boys get sweatier and their legs, the
muscles lacking oxygen, begin to turn to Jell-O when they run. I can't
help but laugh, they look like Bambi on ice and they are almost as cute.
I feel like I can reach out and pat their bottom when they stumble they
are so close, but I don't, wouldn't think of it. After they finish 25
"hypoxics" they trot over to get a drink of water then for a 2 mile
run. I know the 2 mile course will bring them even closer to me. So I
get ready.

 I know I have about 5 min before they will come partway up
the hill then run within 20 feet of my hiding spot. As long as no one
decides to stray from course, I am safe. My cock hardens knowing what is
to follow. I kneel in a small stand of trees and shove my shorts to the
ground, no boxers today. I absent mindedly fiddle with my pecker as I
wait for the team to make there pass. Sooner than I expect, about three
and a half minutes, I hear the first runner approaching. As he runs
through my tight field of vision I can see he has shed his shirt. His
running shorts, that never leave much to the imagination, are clinging to
his legs. Then, he is gone. My only complaint; I only get each guy for a
split second. But I can still hear him, his steady deep breathing I find
so sensual and the thumping of his shoes. The leader of the pack is
followed shortly by the rest. Again I watch in awe as like a slide show
gone awry boy after shirtless sweaty boy glances by and continues on down
the trail. By now I furiously stroking my cock, and, like the runners,
panting like mad. I still have my t-shirt on and can feel the back
starting to cling to my back with sweat. Just as I think it can't get
any hotter on this planet, my body bursts into a sweat like I have never
felt before and explode all over the ground. Long ropes of cum shoot
from my piss slit and land in the dirt, on some plants, and a few drops
hit an ant hill, the ants scurry away, but I stare as I see a few return
to explore this new thing that has landed in there mitts.

 I start to get up with the intent of shedding my now soaked
shirt and pulling up my shorts, but I am startled by the sound of foot
steps and heavy breathing, so I jump behind a bush. The breathing this
time is very ragged and sounds more distressed. I look up just in time
to see a young blond guy maybe 16-17, his hair stuck to his forehead with
sweat, stop within feet of me. He bends at the waist just enough to lean
his hands on his knees like he needs to catch his breath, he does. We
only have a middle size school, and it is uncommon for a new guy or girl
to come to our school without you at least seeing them once or twice. I
have never seen this boy before. He must be new to the school and the
team. I assure myself that I will find out who he is very soon. He stands
like that for about 20 seconds then stands up. I am frozen, he is
looking directly at where I was kneeling seconds ago, the only think
keeping him from seeing me now is a small bush I am hidden behind. Still
huffing and puffing, the boy reaches into the waistband of his running
shorts and pulls them out from his body and looks down. Then his fingers
stay in the waistband as he runs them around the whole circumference of
his waist, a short trip by all means, about 29 inches, and he quickly
shoves the short down an inch or two in the fronts. Oh goody, he needs
to piss. He fishes in his shorts for a second like he can't get his
dick out, then with an exasperated look shoves his shorts to his knees to
free his cock from his shorts. Now I understand why. With a limp, 6
inch, dick in those minuscule running shirts, mixed with sweat, I am sure
he was all tied up in there. He outwardly groans as he relives himself
on the side of the trail, inwardly I do the same. As he is pulling his
shorts up he mumbles a string of obscenities the only portion I
understand being "I'm not a fucking runner (breath), let me swim to get
in (breath) shape" then he just grunts as he starts down the trail
again. Having had enough of a show for one day, I wait until I am sure
the last of the pack is across the river where they won't hear my Jeep,
I start it up and leave; much happier, far less horned, but just a bit
intrigued by this new boy.

 The next day at school, I am beside myself, 2 quizzes in my
first hour class and home work in several others. It might feel worse
being I am so geeked up. It's Friday and my parents are leaving town
for "Parents Weekend" at my brother's school. Just me for the weekend.
Me, my hand, and a whole string of internet porn.

 I get home and find the house empty other than the dogs.
Twink and Chunk are in there crates and very excited to get out. Twink,
my parents still have no idea why I named my dog that. I put them out;
Twink promptly jumps the fence and runs away. LIKE USUAL. I have to
search the neighborhood for over an hour to find the little bastard.
After such a stressful day and afternoon I need something to relax. I
head to my room, I guess I will pull out some pics and get one off. I
try to get started, but it just won't get hard. I try and try but all I
can achieve is a partial erection and I just feel so disinterested.
Finally I throw the pictures beside and close my eyes; I immediately
start to see images of my mystery man from yesterday. The straggler from
the rest of the group, I started to wonder why he was by himself. I
started to feel akin to him, being left behind by the rest of the pack,
lagging a few steps back from the group. I know how it felt to be left
behind. I closed my eyes and envisioned his heaving chest, his legs,
then I landed on his face. He was so hot, yet I couldn't put my finger
on why, it was the whole package, it all made him just so. As I imagine
his lips touching mine, we caressed each others bodies; I run my hands
through his blond locks. I cum, not a violent surge accompanied by a
groan like usual. It all feels different, tenderer, with each pulse I
could feel myself falling deeper and deeper for a guy I had never even
met.

 I try to relax after cumming, but I couldn't. I had to find
out who this boy is. My mind was going a mile a minute. No sign of him
in school today, but he must be on some list at school. I fear that I may
be starting on the road to stalking, but I can't stop. I decide to
start my search on the schools web site. The school does a short Bio on
new students when they transfer in. No luck there. No new students. My
next check is the cross country team rooster, nothing. Wonder if he was
just a tag along for the day? I know he mentioned swimming, so I try the
swim team rooster, but it is too soon, in the year. The coach hasn't
even started to assemble one. Well, I tell myself, if he is a swimmer,
then he may be on another schools team. I start to search teams from
other schools around, looking for pictures that might include him. I
turn up nothing, nothing, and nothing. I can't seem to stop myself, I
keep telling myself this is useless, but my mind keeps coming up with
more searches. I finally start to run out of ideas. On a whim, I decide
to search public pools also. That is when I hit jack pot, a picture of a
group of boys and girls sitting on the edge of a public pool in town.
Seated fourth from the right looking a few years younger, but it is
definitely him. In the caption it says that this is a group of home
schooled children. Until this year, children schooled at home were not
allowed to take part in school sanctioned sports, but the law was changed
this past year. I now know why he is only on the team but not in school,
but now I need a name.

 The rest of Friday is spent lying around on the couch. I
drift off to sleep about 9 and start to dream, my dreams are always so
strange, and the places never fit right. Take this dream for instance, I
am at school, but the school is at the top of the cliff in the city
park. I am looking out the window of my math class watching the cross
county team practice. In my dream they are running in a pool that's
just sitting in the middle of a field. I can feel myself getting
aroused. Suddenly, I look around the math class and I am by myself. In
walks my mystery man, the essence of perfection. Without a word or either
of us touching me I promptly drop a load in my jeans then he kisses me.
The kisses are nothing like I expect. This kinky boy! He seems to be
licking my face, then my neck and finally my hands. Then I wake with a
start to find both the dogs bathing my face in kisses. What a way to end
a wet dream, wake up with your dogs licking you face. But I had to laugh
they are so adorable. I remove myself from the couch and go upstairs,
strip, quickly shower to get the cum out of my pubes and head to bed.

 I planned to sleep in and then head to the auto parts store
for some mud flaps and install them today, but no luck on several
fronts. I wake up at 7am and can't get back to sleep. Exasperated I
get up and dress to go to the parts store. They don't have the mud
flaps I want. I ask them to call other stores, but it seems that the
company that ships to all the local stores has screwed up there shipments
and there are none within 100 miles. At a loss for what to do today I
figure I will just drive around town and hang out. I decide to head to
the park. Park my Jeep and take a hike. Much to my dismay the park is
full of people and school busses. I head into the lot and see a sign
"Parking $3.00". I am about to pull a U-turn and leave when I see a
guy, Greg, from school.

He comes to my door, seems surprised to see me, and says "never knew you
were into cross country?"

"I'm not, I came here to go for a hike, guess I chose the wrong
weekend, huh?"

He laughs, "Yeh, guess you did. There is a big invitational meet today
15 schools here. If you want to hang out and watch and get in a bit of a
hike at the same time, I will let you park for free. Just return the
favor some day."

 I can't help but put a sexual connotation to that in my own head, yet
I know that is not what he meant.

"Sure" I answer. I have always felt that I needed more school spirit,
yet at the same time, I can't help but think what 15 boys Cross Country
teams all in one place must look like.

 I find parking, and get out of my Jeep. Luckily, I had
dressed for the weather, or I may have been miserable. I start across a
large open field and can see the banners of all the different teams
staked out around the field. I decide I will just wander around and
peruse the merchandise. After walking about 10 minuets, I started to
need a drink of water. Drooling does that to me. I decide to head to
the water fountains on the east side of the field. As I am walking, I
notice my school's team is set up right next to the fountains. Guess
that is the luxuries of the home team, picking the choice spot. As I
approach, I hear the guys joking and carrying on about different things.
A few of the team's groupie girls are hanging around, "lifting moral"
if you know what I mean. When the guys and gals see me coming they're
shocked see me, and a few of the guys seemed pissed that they have to
take there hands out of where they were exploring. I've read a few
research studies on sex before competition, but I have never heard that
finger fucking some skanky hag before an athletic activity betters your
performance.

I just chuckle, look around and very quickly apologize for interrupting.
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shadow her as she "sprints" to the finish line, shouting words of
encouragement the whole time. As she crosses the line, the few people
left, mostly officials and timers start to disperse. This girl, having
used all her strength to finish the run begins to stumble, then as if her
legs were taken away, starts to fall face forward toward the ground.
Without thinking, I lunged forward and grab her around her waist. I had
under estimated how much "pudge" she has and quickly realized that I
alone was not going to hold this girl up. I started to look around in
terror. Not for me but for her. How embarrassing, come in last in a
race, pass out at the finish line, then be to heavy for the guy who
grabbed you to hold up. Just as I am sure we were both going to fall to
the grass in a pile, I feel a set of strong arms wrap around her, just
below where mine are. Together me and someone else hoist her to her feet
and walk her out of the finish shoots. It not until we are out, away
from the other people, I say "Thanks" and peaked around the front of
our runner to see who the other set of arms belonged to.

 I almost pass out myself. It's him, my dream guy, my
mystery boy, what ever I have been calling him, and now we were face to
face. Well, almost, we were facing one another with a sweaty fat girl
between us. He just smiles and said thanks back, and then asks the girl,
Michelle, he knew here by name, if she thinks she could walk on her own.
She says not just yet, and thanks both of us for helping her. He assures
here that it was not a big deal, and she turned to me. I tried to say
the same, but my mouth just won't work. I squeak something like "its
ok" not what I wanted to say, but it does for now. We walked Michelle
for another 10 min to keep her from tightening up. All the while, he is
talking to her about her breathing and how to slow her racing heart. When
she can talk in full sentences again, he says he needed to get to his
team; his race was coming up and asked if I could walk Michelle to her
team's area. Dumbly, I just nodded my head, unable to speak. He
smiles, a million watt smile, kisses Michelle on the cheek and runs off.

 I asked Michelle which way we need to go; she points the
direction, and edges out of my arm. Thinking that I was making her
nervous having a tight hold on her, I quickly apologize.

"Sorry, didn't mean to make you nervous"

"No not that at all" She says, "I just figured that you didn't want
to get all sweaty."

"Actually I hadn't even though about it, shirts and shorts can be
washed, I just want to make sure you are ok."

"I am fine now" she answers as we come up to several large tattered
blankets spread on the ground.

"This is my team area, Thanks for walking me here" she says as she
drops to the ground.

 Just as I was about to say my goodbyes and head off, someone
who looked like a coach walks up with is hands on his hips. Looking less
than happy, he starts to lecture Michelle about not having boys in the
team area and how this is the area where the girls came to get ready for
there run and relax afterwards and boys aren't aloud. He then turns to
me, almost daring me to say something, and I do.

 "Well for you information, she didn't invite me over here,
I helped her walk over here after her run because it didn't seem that
you, any of your coaches, or any of her teammates could be bothered to be
at the finish line for here." I was on a role now, and I didn't even
know why. "So you arrogant fuck, I will be more than happy to leave
now" I spun on my heals like a diva and started to walk off when I am
passed by the coach leaving as well. Thinking that I might have made the
situation worse instead of better, I made sure the coast was clear and
walked back.

I start "Sorry about that, I never swear in front of ladies. I probably
just made the situation worse instead of better"

She laughs and shakes her head. "No what you did was just fine. I hope I
am not keeping you from something though?"

 "No" I answer, and explain that I just happened on this
meet by accident. Michelle grabs her water bottle for a drink, but finds
it empty. Seeing her plight I grab it and walk a few feet to a cooler to
fill it. I handed it back to her, and try to figure out how to slip in
some questions I have. I am forced to beat around the bush with
questions about her, her school and her running. I find out that she was
new to her school. She used to be home schooled but here parents both
took full time jobs to make ends meet and now she is thrown to the wolves
of public school. She started to run this year. As is evident by her
finish (her words) she has some work to do. So now I figured that is how
she knows, what's his name, but I have to at least get a name.

 "So, You two don't go to the same school, how did you know
that other guy?"

"Rodger?" she asks, "Oh, he isn't my boyfriend if that is what you
think, we are just friends" She seems way too eager to inform me "I am
not dating anyone!!" "Rodger is home schooled" (I already knew that
but don' tell her) "We used to swim at the same pool when we both were
being home schooled." I close my eyes for a second and see her sitting
next to him in that picture from the internet last night. Now things were
looking up, I had a name and now I have the inside scoop on my dream
guy. I didn't want to seem too interested and raise any suspension, so
I have to change the subject, but I decided to keep this line of
communication open. "Listen, I am not looking for a girlfriend right
now, but I really like talking to you, can we exchange numbers and
e-mails?"

 "Sure" She answers, but does look a little disappointed, as
she digs in her athletic bag for a pen and paper. As she and I write our
vital information, she trudges on. Hers was the first race of the day,
her first race of the season, first race ever, there are two more races.
She really wants to get home, she has a party tonight, it is with her
cousins, her parents couldn't make it today, blahhhhhhh. Sure is a
sweet girl, but she sure can be a drama queen. I have to take the wheel
in this conversation or we will be here all day and night.

 After steering her back to the present, I hear another bang.
I jump, not because of the gun, but I think that I may be missing the
boy's race and I am NOT going to do that. She sees my face and comforts
me.

"That is just the junior high race" she says. "It should take half an
hour then the boy's race after that"

"Great", "Half an hour" I inwardly groan. "Well, I guess I could
have a very deep interest in this race" I tell myself. I start to get
up.

"I think I am going to go see this race" I say, "Do you know where I
can get a map of the course?"

Michelle laughs "turn that paper over"

On the back side of the paper with her number is a course map. Making
sure that I don't make it possible for here to tag along I smile, say I
will send here an e-mail soon and damn near run away.

 I watch the junior high race from a distance. I fell so
guilty, am I supposed to be looking at guys that age. Aren't there laws
against it? No one can really police people's minds, thank god.
Finally the boy's race was up. I had checked the map and chose several
places along the course where I could hit without having to run around to
much. I put myself at the first point and wait. I hear the gun and felt
a lump jump up in my throat. It was just a few minutes when the first
few guys ran by. I clap and cheer a number of the guys on, but I am
still waiting for the one person that will make all this worth while.
After what seems like forever, second to last, Robert rounds a bend and
starts to approach. I have to contain my excitement, at seeing him. I
start clapping and yelling for him. Good job, looking good Rob. Keep it
up. As he passes me, he looks over at me, looking very confused. I keep
yelling until he disappears around a corner. I stop and move to the next
spot. When I get there, a number of the runners have already passed and
I only have a few minutes until he gets here. Again I yell for him, same
words, but I also get a bit braver and even yell a bit louder and
longer. Again he gives me the same look and just keeps on running. I
take myself to the 3rd spot I had chosen on the map. By the time I get
there, he is already approaching; I yell, jump a bit and clapped like
crazy. I was feeling so good about myself; here I was encouraging my
schools team. This time as he passes, I am not sure, but, it looked like
he gave me the finger and a very dirty look. I have to run to get to the
finish line. I get myself there just in time to see him cross the finish
line, fall and begin to sob. I try to get closer to him, to give him a
hand getting up, but before I can, the team coach was yelling at him to
get up and get cooled down. The bus is leaving in 10 min and he better
be on it. By the time I get to him he is walking off, away from me. All
I see is his back.

 I am on a high, I have his name, I have a friend who knows
him, and I have gotten more fresh air today than I had gotten in weeks
prior. But at the same time, I am at a loss. Did he really flip me
off? If so, Why? Something I said, something I did? Is he jealous I was
talking to Michelle? I was so drained, a short trip to the auto parts
store had turned into a whole day affair and I hadn't gotten anything
done that I wanted to. I went home and collapsed on the couch. I woke
later that night, went to bed and woke Sunday. All day Sunday was taken
up with driving from auto part store to auto part store finding mud flaps
and installing them. I had to keep myself busy to keep Robert off my
mind. My parents got home late Sunday night while I was doing my
homework, we all went to bed.