Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2012 14:38:20 -0400
From: taksallen@gmail.com
Subject: Running Wild part 1

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This story will contain sexual intercourse between same sexed couples. All
usual disclaimers apply. All the following characters are fictional.

I'm the author, so obviously, I own the story and copyrights. It can only
be spread with my permission or downloaded for personal pleasure.


-Main Character-

This story is almost all fiction. A little bit about me: I'm 25, a grad
student in New York and this is the first story I've written. I've been
reading these stories for years and have always wanted to pull the trigger
and write one. Please let me know what you think of this! I need to know if
these are even worthwhile! My email is taksallen@gmail.com.

The main character of this story is Mark English. Mark is a 16 year old
sophomore at West High School. He is a 5'11" cross country runner, toned
165 lbs from running 6 days a week and working out 3 days a week. From
running so much, he has a nice, natural tan covering his shaved chest;
except for a light treasure trail below his six pack leading down in
between his nice V. Mark has long, blonde, curly hair that hangs down to
his eyebrows. Mark has a great smile and intense blue eyes.

Mark is completely straight acting and is only out to a few close friends
(who will be introduced throughout the story). He is very outgoing and
tends to be the leader of the group. Although, he is extremely timid around
the guys he likes. He's not out to his family and because he lives in
Cincinnati, Ohio, they are very conservative and don't think that they will
take it very well.

The story is going to start out slow, fair warning. I want it to be both a
romantic story but something you can totally drop your pants for, too!



Running Wild

Chapter 1

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

UGH! I'm positive that the devil created the morning. I reach over and
dismiss the alarm going off from my cell phone. As my head goes back to my
favorite pillow, I'm yelling at myself in my head. You have to get up,
Mark. You have practice in 20 minutes. Get up. GET UP!

It's 5:40 a.m. on this horrible Monday morning in September. This is the
one time I absolutely hate running cross country: morning practice. I drag
myself out of bed, my boner leading the way as I slowly make my way to the
bathroom. The house is quiet, no one else being crazy enough to be awake at
this hour. I bend forward, eyes barely open, my hand against the wall
holding myself up as I point my 7.5" dick at the toilet, relieving myself.
I shake my dick a couple times, finally getting my boner to soften a bit. I
slide my athletic shorts back up and walk over to the mirror. I don't look
that bad. People say I'm hot. My hand runs over my chest as I admire
myself. My working out has really started to pay off! My coach has been
staying after practice to lift with me three days a week and I'm really
seeing the results after two months. However, my hair is everywhere right
now. I've decided to grow it out and go with that surfer look. It's
extremely curly and if I pull a strand straight, it goes down below my blue
eyes. But since it curls right up, it's just above my eyebrows. The girls
like it and I get a lot of attention with it.

I quickly brush my teeth, pat my hair down and head over to my room to get
dressed for my morning run at school. I glance over at my clock: FUCK! I'm
late! I dart around my room, throwing on a running shirt, briefs and
running shorts. I throw some clothes into my gym bag, grab my backback and
run out the door to my car. My family isn't doing bad, we're very middle
class living in a nice ranch house in the country. My mom does
administrative work at some packaging company and my dad is a manager at a
major corporation here in Cincinnati. When I turned 16, they gave me an 08'
black Honda Civic, which is my baby! I love my car and is so much fun to
drive.

I throw my stuff in the backseat, jump in the driver seat and zoom off.
Usually, it's a 12 minute drive to the high school, but being this early
and going 60+ in a 45, I can get there in 8. Good thing since it's 5:53! I
make good time and get to school just a couple minutes late for our morning
run. The coach isn't even here yet, but most of the team is here. I walk up
to my best friends, all of whom are half awake like me. "Sup?"

"Yo," Logan first responds. Logan is a cutie, but so not my type. He's 15,
a freshman, 6'3", long hair down to his shoulders. Very skinny! About 150
lbs soaking wet. He has these beautiful green eyes that I love to stare
at. He is extremely sarcastic (like me) and can be a complete asshole to
ladies. Yes, Logan is straight and always has some girl he is hooking up
with. A total player.

My best friend, Shaun, is also a freshman at 15. We pound fists and nod at
each other. Shaun hates the morning so much that it makes me seem chipper.
I have a little crush on Shaun, but nothing major. We got super close over
the summer when he moved up to high school and we started practicing for
cross, he was the first person I came out to. He was so reassuring and cool
with everything that I started coming out to those close to me. I came out
to Logan the week after and then my other close friend, Nate.

Nate hadn't arrived yet, but I see his car pulling into the parking lot. He
gets out of his Nissan Sentra and slams the door. Now Nate is somebody that
I have a total crush on. He's got on a green running shirt with the sleeves
cut off and black running shorts. His eyes are half open, so I take an
extra moment to stare. Nate does field events in track, so he's got these
massive arms from pole vaulting. Also, I absolutely LOVED running with him
while his shirt was off. Jesus it's beautiful! Absolutely ripped. And he's
straight. SO UNFAIR! But hey, a boy can dream!

Nate walks up to us, mutters, "hello," and we all decide to start our run.
The four of us chat as we run the four miles to start the day. Nothing too
eventful and as each mile passes, the four of us wake up a little more.
Being in September, it's a nice temperature outside and we have a nice
sweat as we finish up our last lap. We grab our gym bags and head into the
locker room to shower and get ready for school. It's the standard high
school shower with all of the shower heads lined up on the wall with no
dividers. This isn't the first time I've seen my teammates naked and Logan,
Shaun and Nate do not feel uncomfortable about getting naked in front of
me, even though they now know I'm gay. Of course, being an overly horny 16
year old, I have to take my glances, especially at Nate. From what I can
tell, Logan has the same size as me: about 4" soft with average thickness.
Shaun's dick is maybe a tad thicker, at 4.5" and pretty thick. But Nate's
cock always blows me away! It's a solid 7" soft and thick as hell! Has to
be 5" thick soft. It's beautiful. You have no idea how many times I've
wanted to drop to my knees right there in front of the team and take that
dick in my mouth. Ugh, it's no fair that he's straight!

"Dude, do you have to look at this monster every time we're in the shower?"

I shake my head and look up at Nate. Busted. He's got this stupid grin on
his face and shakes his dick a couple of times, laughing along with Logan
and Shaun. I feel my face turn beat red and look down, letting out a little
laugh.

"Bro, don't worry about it. I find it flattering. Now I know gay guys and
girls want to jump on this," Nate jokes.

I roll my eyes and give him a playful shove. Thank god my friends don't
care about me checking them out. Shaun once told me that he wishes he was
gay so that he didn't have to deal with all the shit that girls bring to a
relationship. I swear my friends are gayer than me though! They are
constantly slapping my ass and wagging their dicks at me. It's pretty
comical since I'm super reserved and don't want to come across as hitting
on my friends. We finish up showering and as I'm walking out, Logan grabs
my right ass cheek and says,

"Damn boy, you have one of the hottest asses I've seen. If you were a girl,
I'd definitely tap that."

"Fuck off, Logan. You couldn't handle this ass. Maybe if you had something
to work with..." I fire back.

I slap his hand off my ass and head back to get changed. My locker was
situated in between Nate and Shaun and they were already pulling on their
pants when I start to get dressed.

"Hey, Mark, did I tell you about my new neighbor that moved down the
street?" Nate asks.

"No. Is there another douchebag that now lives on your block?" I tease.

He lightly punches my shoulder, "No, you ass. He's from
Turpin. Transferring this year. He's in our grade."

"Okay, what's your point, Nate?"

"Dude, I think he's gay!"

"Whatever, dude. You thought your cousin was gay and that backfired and
turns out he's a huge hetero. Why do you think he's gay?"

Nate looks at me and very matter-of-factly goes, "Well, he bleached his
hair, he's on the swim team and he was wearing tight fitting clothes when I
met him."

I just stare at Nate before responding. "You realize you just described
every swimmer out there, right? They are not all gay, Nate. Quit trying to
set me up with random guys. I appreciate it, but I get enough as it is."

"Mark, sucking your neighbor's dick every now and then and him not even
returning the favor is hardly getting enough," Logan jabs.

I have nothing to respond with. He's right. I've been blowing my neighbor,
Alex, for the past year off and on. Alex looks like a god. He's 19 now,
graduated last year, 6'1", 170 lbs of muscle from working out constantly in
his basement gym he showed me inside his house. Cropped brown hair, totally
straight. I still get hard thinking about being on my knees with his 8"
dick down my throat. Ugh, it is so beautiful. Before I get too deep in
thought about blowing my neighbor, I quickly finish getting dressed.

"How about at lunch, I introduce you two? You never know..."

"Fine, Nate. But I'll be the one laughing when I tell you the boy is
straight."

We exit the locker room and head towards our first classes. Unfortunately,
I'm in honors classes without my friends from cross. I walk into my first
class and take my seat in the back. There's only a couple of people there
at this point; school doesn't start for another 15 more minutes. I take out
my notebook and start drawing random stuff on a piece of paper and the next
time I look up, the class is practically full and only two minutes until
the bell rings. A guy next to me asks me a question about the homework
that's due in two minutes and as I'm answering his question, I glance to
the classroom door and in walks this beautiful specimen. He's 5'10", bleach
blond hair, very tan skin and beautiful green eyes. He's wearing a pair of
tight fitting sandblasted jeans and a nice fitting purple checkered button
up shirt with nothing underneath. He had on a white gold chain necklace and
his sleeves rolled up. DAMN this boy is hot!

He timidly walks in the door, looks around for a seat and we lock eyes. I
sheepishly smile at the new boy, who looks down and smiles, breaking our
stare. He finds a seat in the second row and sits down, clearly the new
guy. This must be the guy Nate was talking about! Damn, I hope he's finally
right about this guy.

The teacher walks in and begins the day immediately with roll call. As he's
going through the names, I'm making sure to listen in for when he calls the
new boys name.

"Mark English?" the teacher calls my name.

"Here."

As the teacher continues through the names, I notice that the new boy
glances back at me when I say this and I half smile at him. I can see him
blush and face forward.

"Colin Daley?"

There's a name I haven't heard before.

"Here," the sexy voice announced.

That's his name. Colin. He again looked back at me and smiled. Jackpot.
This boy is mine. I was immediately head over heels for this kid and I
haven't even talked with him. God I can't wait for lunch...


Hey, hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I know that it's not the most
exciting and I wanted to really set up everyone. Again, I have in mind some
hot stories that will make you get your rocks off later on. But for those
of you like me who also like to read a story, I want to do that as well.
Please send me a line and let me know what you think, either way!  Just
send me an email at taksallen@gmail.com. I'll have the next chapter out
soon.