Date: Wed, 04 Nov 2009 15:24:32 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Long Distance Runner (gay adult youth, oral, anal, m/M)

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               Long distance Runner
                       By
                      Wolf

	When you are not very tall you make up for
your size by being faster than the bullies trying to
catch you.  I was one of those boys growing up in
Lancaster, England.  It is a large city near the west
cost of northern England.  I started running at a
local park regularly.  It was my desire to become a
track and field runner.  I was 11-years-old when I
entered high school.  I joined the track team, and
did well.  I was encouraged to work harder.  That
started me running laps at the park three nights a
week.

	My Mum used to follow me around in her car.  I
guess she didn't want a stranger grabbing me.  I was
a sandy blond haired slender boy much smaller than
my age would suggest.  There was almost a girlish
quality about my physical appearance.  My legs were
well defined because I had been logging 6 or 7
kilometers a day for about a month when I noticed a
man watching me.  He never said anything to me.  He
just watched me every afternoon.  One night Mum
was parked waiting for me to finish.  As I was
approaching the car I saw the man talking to my
Mum.

	It turned out he was a track coach for a local
track and field club.  He told us his name was Mr.
Adams.  He was asking my Mum if I would be
interested in joining the track team.  Mum was very
excited about the prospect of me getting
professional training and she would not need to stay
around to keep an eye on me.  All she would need to
do is drop me off and pick me up.  That would give
her a couple of hours she could spend doing other
things.  That was enough to convince her that it was
a great idea.  She talked to me about the idea and
she told me to give it a try.

	I was excited about attending my first
practice.  I was impressed with Mr. Adams, he was
about 6-foot three.  He ran cross country and kept
himself lean and in good shape.  As the days passed I
noticed that even though Mr. Adams hardly ever
spoke to me, I kind' a felt like he was watching me.
It was as if his eyes were on me all of the time.

	There were a lot of boys between the ages of
10 and 16-years-old.  There was naturally a lot of
testosterone flowing among the team, so there was a
natural desire to race each other during practice.
When we went to track meets to race against other
clubs I was selected to compete in the 800 and
1500 meter races and the four-by relays.  One meet
we went to was in Liverpool.

	During the race I got spiked in the leg by a
runner in front of me, when I was trapped by a
runner on my right shoulder.  After the race Mr.
Adams took me to the changing room and washed my
leg before using a first-aid kit to treat the deep
scratch with a cream and bandage my leg for me.
He was not saying much while he treated me.  When
he was patching me up, he rested his hand on my
upper thigh.  I was not used to anyone touching my
bare thigh and I sprang a hard-on.  It was clearly
visible the way it made my track uniform tent up,
like there was a tent pole in my shorts.  Mr. Adams
just winked at me knowingly, "Chris, not to worry, I
have seen lots of hard-on's."

	He was very casual about it.  When we exited
the hanging room Mum was there and concerned
that I was not hurt seriously.  She thanked Mr.
Adams after he assured her that it would hardly
leave a scar.

	After that Mr. Adams talked to me a lot more
during practice.  He assured me that it was natural
for boys my age to get hard unexpectedly, and it
would be our little secret that I got hard when he
touched my leg.

	As my abilities improved I was allowed to
compete in more events.  Mum's work made it hard
for her to attend all of my meets.  That required me
to rely on Mr. Adams for transportation more and
more.  On one of those occasions, during one race
another boy, that was taller than me, elbowed me in
the chest.  It knocked the wind out of me.  I threw
me off stride.  That caused me to finish forth.  At
least that was good enough to me to advance to the
next heat.  It was still enough to piss me off.  I may
be small but when I get mad I don't care how big
anyone is.  After the race I attacked the guy that
elbowed me.  He was surprised by my behavior
enough that he was slow in reacting.  Mr. Adams
grabbed me from behind and picked me up, pinning
my arms to my side.  "Hey tiger cool down or pick on
someone your own size."

	It may sound stupid, but I felt safe in his
arms, anyway he kind' a started spending more time
working with me.  He even talked to me more while I
waited for my Mum to pick me up.  He would ask me
questions, like "Do you have a girl friend on the
team?  Why not?  Do you masturbate?"

	At a race meet I was in a qualifying heat for
the main event.  A bigger guy was bagging on me,
(hell everyone was bigger than me) after I qualified
for the main heat I confronted the guy that had
been bagging on me.

	Even if I'm smaller than most guys, I have a
bad temper that flares up when anyone makes fun of
me.

	Mr. Dams had to restrain me again.  He had
heard the verbal exchange and knew by the
expression on my face, what I was likely to do, so he
anticipated my reaction.  He physically dragged me
away from the guy.  He escorted me back to the
changing room and along the way he cautioned me,
"Tiger if you didn't control my temper you will be
disqualified from the meet."

	Another reaction when I get really mad is that
I cry.  It is not because I'm hurt or anything like
that.  At least I didn't start crying until we were in
the changing room.  Mr. Adams sat down on a bench
and sat me on his knee.  "Clam down son, its okay."
He was rubbing my back and belly with his big hands.
He actually slipped his hand under the top of my
track uniform and continued rubbing my bare skin.
It felt nice.  We had been sitting there close to ten
minutes when another coach stuck his head in the
door and called out, "Is everything okay?"

	Mr. Adams shouted, "YES...EVERYTHING IS
UNDER CONTROL!"  Then Mr. Adams sat me on the
bench next to him and ran his hand up my upper
thigh.  It felt good.  He asked, "Your okay then?"

	"Yes"

	Then he looked at me and said, "Let's get back
to the meet then."  He seemed a little
uncomfortable.  It was as if he regretted touching
me too personally.  He didn't say much to me for the
next couple of days.  That upset me.  I wondered
what I had done to upset him.  I had enjoyed the
personal contact that had taken place at the last
track meet.

	I it must have been two months later that the
word was spread that we were being invited to a
race at Oxford.  Everyone was excited because that
meant we would get to spend a couple of days there.
Everyone was talking about it all week.

	When the list of members of the team going
was posted my name was not on the list.  At first I
was disappointed at being left off the list but the
longer I thought about it the madder I got.  I
stormed into the coach's office, demanding to know
why I was not traveling with the team.  Mr. Adams
knew I was mad.  "I have spoken to your mother and
she told me that she can't take the time off from
work.  Without someone to look after you, I can't
take the responsibility of allowing you to come with
the team."

	"I don't need anyone to look after me!  I will be
fine."

	He just laughed, "It doesn't work like that."

	"Well you can look after me like you did in the
changing room!"  I challenged him. "I know you
fancied me."

	He suddenly became cross with me.  He
grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently, "Don't
ever say that again!"

	When he let go of me, I practically ran out of
his office.  I was disappointed that I did not get to
go to Oxford with the team.  He didn't talk to me
for more than a week.  I regretted ever saying
anything about him fancying me.

	Eventually he did start chatting to me again.
He got my E-mail address, so that he could send me
training information.  There was advice about
warming up before practice or competition,
nutritional advice and running tips.  One day after
practice practically everyone had gone home.

	Mr. Adams told me to go to his office.  I was
kind' a nervous, thinking I had done something to
incur his wrath.  When we entered his office, he
waited until we were seated before he asked me if I
would be interested in entering longer distances, for
instance the 3,000 meter.  I was not sure about my
ability to run longer distances.  At that point he
reminded me of my accusation that he fancied me.

	I felt my cheeks go flush and knew that I was
blushing.

	Mr. Adams put his arm around me, "It is true I
do fancy you, and always have.  You're like a China
doll."

	I could not help laughing at the suggestion that
I was a China doll.

	"I didn't want to rush things with you.  You just
shocked me when you accused me of what I was
thinking about.  It took me awhile to come to grips
with my feelings.  If you were serious about me
looking after you the way I did in the changing room
then I want to do it.  We do have to be careful.  He
could get in a lot of trouble and very embarrassing
to you if anyone suspected that we were gay lovers."

	He placed his hand on my head and started
stroking my hair.  I found myself actually placed my
hand on his cock, with only the material of his pants
and underwear separated my hand from his cock.
His cock was as hard as a rock.  He started moaning
as he slipped his hand down the front of my shorts.
He gently started feeling my cock.

	Then he said, "Not here it is too risky.  You
need to ask your mum about extra training.  I will
talk to her on the phone about training you for long
distance running, Okay?"  Then he kissed me and
sent me on my way home.

	My Mum was excited about the idea when I
told her that Mr. Adams wanted to train me for long
distance running.  She said, "You look stronger since
you started training, and you are eating better.  I'm
sure the extra training would do wonders for you.  It
would be just you and Mr. Adams jogging through
the county side.  With her blessings I met Mr.
Adams at the edge of town the next afternoon.

	He told me, "I have a surprise for you.  We
started to run up a trail for about a half mile then
on to a caravan part (recreational trailer park).  It
was growing dark because it was well after school
during the winter.  We headed directly for a large
caravan while he pulled out a key.  When we were
inside he closed the curtains and turned on the
lights.  He said, "This has to be our secret.  No one
knows of this place."

	He took off his shirt before her took out a
laptop computer and showed me pictures of men and
boys.  I was clicking through the file stopping long
enough to study each picture.  Some of the boys
were really hot some were not all that hot.  Mr.
Adams was rubbing my chest and back while was
looking at the pictures.  He started kissing my neck
and eventually my nipples.  I thought it felt great,
and he kept asking if I was okay with what he was
doing.  I assured him that I liked what he was doing.
At that point he picked me up like a baby, and
carried be to the back of the caravan where there
was a bedroom.

	It had a double bed, that he laid me on.  He
removed my running shoes and shorts.  He was
kissing me everywhere.  He took my Willy in his hand
and started wanking me off.  All I can say is that it
was awesome.  It was much better than when I did it
to myself, at home.  I regretted it when he stopped
playing with me.  He took out a camera and took
pictures on me on the bed fully naked and sporting a
hard-on.  He asked me to wank for the camera.

	I asked him why he wanted to take pictures of
me like that.  He told me that he wanted so that he
could wank over them when I wasn't around.  He took
close up of me wanking off.

	When he was satisfied with the number of
pictures he had taken he discarded the camera,
before he took hold of my cock and stared sucking
my cock.  It was to thrilling to have my cock sucked
on like that.  My cock exploded, as I shot my load of
cum in his mouth.  I watched him swallow the cum
and lick my cock clean.  I felt like time had stopped
but I'm sure it was only about five minutes before he
sat up and pulled down his shorts.

	Mr. Adams told me to play with his cock.  I did
so without question.  He was hung very well.  I had
never seen one that big before.  I could wrap both
of my hands around the shaft and still there would
be plenty of the shaft left exposed below the thick
cap of the crown of his cock.  I started to wank him
off, while he kept saying, "Oh yes...oh yes go on doll,
do it faster."

	I did as he told me until he started shooting
loads of cum all over me.  When he was finished
squirting cum all over me, he just collapsed on the
bed.  I wanted to get up, but he said, "No!"

	I wanted to wipe the cum off of my body.

	Mr. Adams said, "No!"  He licked his cum off of
my body.  Then he licked my legs.  He turned me
over and licked my bum and even my bum hole.  That
was a strange feeling.  It felt funny but very
erotically good feeling.  I even had a climax caused
by him tonguing my backside.

	After he was finished he insisted that we get
dressed and go home.  His explained his plan to me
to make it clear, while we were heading home.  We
would run as much as a marathon three or four
times a week but every other day we would go to his
caravan.

	Mr. Adams also would set up his computer
camera so that he could connect with other men.
We would suck each other's cock for the men.  The
men would ask me to turn around and spread my bum
so they could see my bum hole.  Mr. Adams would
lick my hole too.  Sometimes we would connect with
other men that would perform sex for us.  That was
the first time I actually saw two grown men actually
take turns fucking each other's bum hole.  That
inspired Mr. Adams to teach me how to take a man's
cock up my bum.

	He prepared me by using a spray topical
anesthetic to numb my hole and greased my hole and
his cock before he put it in me.  I was sweating but
managed to accept it.  In time I learned to accept it
without all of the preparation.  We even entrained
men on the computer.  I would watch men wanking
off while Mr. Adams was fucking me.

	We have been meeting there for a couple of
years.  I have let my hair grow longer.  It is actually
long enough to put in a ponytail.  When we meet in
the caravan I dress up like a girl sometimes.  I
learned to love it when he would fuck my boy pussy.




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