Date: Thu, 29 Apr 2010 12:55:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: muscle_sprouts@yahoo.com
Subject: What I Saw 17(1)

Here is yet another installment of this clearly never ending story. Though
I am still able to keep churning them out-I hope I am not getting too
formulaic. Let me know your thoughts-hope you enjoy and as always don't
read this if you will be offended by erotic fiction.

Life went back to the normal dull routine after the incident with Shane. I
used the images from that afternoon for weeks afterward to fuel my
masturbatory fantasies. A couple of months went by with no action on the
sexual front. The holidays came and went and still I was unable to spot any
signs of illicit sexual activity either in school or at home. I was getting
pretty frustrated and had sort of "used up" my memories of the other great
scenes I had witnessed and was really itching to seem something new. I was
feeling pretty pent up and though I was still jerking off pretty regularly
it wasn't the same as the incredible thrill I got from my voyeuristic
exploits. For a couple of weeks now I had been edging and cultivating that
pent up sexual energy I got when I really worked myself up over and over
again. My dick almost seemed to never get completely soft and the slightest
thought or sensation would send it thrumming to an immediate erection. The
weather was just starting to warm up and I was using the opportunity to get
in a lot of running. I would usually go out either early in the morning and
do three or four miles or run after a workout at the gym after school.

I got home from the gym this day and found the house empty. My dad must
have still been at work and mom was out somewhere. I decided to stay in my
work out clothes and go for a run along the river near my neighborhood. The
run I did consisted of some side streets that eventually led to a bike
trail along the water. It was surrounded by trees and in the summer months
was populated by families, bikers and roller bladders. This early in the
season though, I knew it would be pretty deserted. I started the run and
had just gotten off the side streets and started on the trail when a young
guy ran past me going in the opposite direction. He looked to be in his
twenties and was a bit taller then me, maybe 5'7" or so. He had light brown
hair that looked longer in the front and kind of floppy over his dark
eyes. His face was ruddy and kind of boyish. He had full red lips. He had
on a sweatshirt and shorts and I noticed as he passed that his legs looked
great. He had nice thick, defined thigh muscles and almost no hair. I
whipped my head around as he blew by me to check him out more fully. His
ass made my eyes pop. In the tight nylon shorts it bulged out appreciably.
His cheeks looked firm and really round. He must have felt my gaze because
he turned and caught me looking. I quickly whipped my head around and went
on with my run. Shit just that quick glance of a hot guy and my dick was
thickening and lengthening in my sweats. I continued on my run and got to
the end of the trail where it met the waterfront and I turned around to run
back towards home. As I exited the trail at the other end I saw the guy
standing there talking with a couple of older guys. One of the guys was
tall wearing a tight t-shirt and a baseball cap; he had a goatee and
swarthy skin. The other guy was even bigger with sandy blond hair and a few
days worth of stubble. They both looked a bit rough-blue collar types. I
slowed down to try and eavesdrop on their conversation. The young guy
looked uncomfortable and was shifting around from foot to foot nervously.
As I slowly jogged past I just caught snippets of their conversation...

"Don't go so fast...kid...stay and hang a while" said the guy with the
goatee.

"Yeah want to party?-we got beer in the truck." The lighter haired guy said
indicating a HVAC repair truck parked off to the side of the trail
entrance.

"No...I gotta get home...my folks are expecting me..." the kid stammered.

"You sure...you looked like you mighta been looking for...something?" said
the goateed man.

"We can be real nice...give us a chance..." the other man said and I saw
him slide a hand to the tight crotch of his jeans.

All three looked in my direction as I passed and I heard the kid say behind
me, " No...maybe some other time...I run here every day...maybe we'll run
into each other again."

The kid ran off in the other direction and I slowed down and as quiet as I
could circled back to try and listen in on the men.

"You see that kid...he looked like he was going to faint when I grabbed my
dick." Laughed the light haired guy.

"Yeah...he was definitely cruising...this trail is notorious...he was a hot
little piece of ass too." Said the darker guy.

The Dark haired guy said. "His dick was already poking out the front of
those running shorts...horny little queer."

"Yeah it's too bad he took off...I'm fucking rock hard and could have
really used a blow job."

"Yeah me too-j'you see his ass...I wouldn't have minded getting a piece of
that..." the guy in the cap said.

"Well maybe next time...let's go to a titty bar." Said the guy in jeans as
they headed for the truck.

Shit, my own dick was rigid as I ran home. I thought I was going to get to
see something good. I fantasized about the dark haired guy that night as I
jerked my cock to the brink over and over again. He had thick arms with
nicely rounded biceps and his shoulders looked huge. He looked a bit tough
and I had gotten very good at spotting hung guys and I imagined he had a
big, thick, beautiful cock. It took all my will power not to push myself
too far and just explode all over my sweating stomach and heaving chest.
Instead I tucked my aching cock back into my underwear and rolled over to
go to sleep. I was determined to run there tomorrow and maybe catch them in
action.

The next day I timed it so I was running the trail at approximately the
same time. It was empty of other runners but I did notice some random guys
just sort of hanging around the trail at different points. I had made it to
the end and was heading back to the street when the same kid ran past me
heading towards the waterfront. I let him get a bit ahead and then reversed
my direction and followed him from a distance. He was wearing just a
t-shirt today and had on grey cut off sweats. He looked in great shape and
his arms were pretty well defined. The shorts were pretty tight around his
thighs and again I couldn't help but getting hard just looking at his round
ass bouncing ahead of me as he ran. His calf muscles were cut and I could
see this kid logged some serious time on the road.  I made sure to hang
back far enough so he wouldn't notice I was following. As he ran by a guy
standing off to the side I saw him slow down and catch the man's eye. I
stopped and darted into the cover of the trees.

The guy was older, clearly in his forties or so. He was taller then the kid
maybe 5'10" or so and solidly built. He was wearing jeans, work boots and a
black t-shirt. He was bald and had on sunglasses. They seemed to chat
briefly and I kept noticing the kid dropping his eyes to the man's crotch.
As I crept closer and after a brief exchange the man turned and walked off
the trail to the woods. The kid followed after checking to make sure no one
was around. Being careful to be as quiet as possible I moved forward. They
were a little ways off the trail and the older guy was just standing there
while the kid faced him and ran his hand firmly over the now bulging front
of the man's jeans. The kid felt along the outline of the guy's dick while
the guy kept looking over the kids shoulder to make sure no one was coming.

"Hurry up kid...take it out and put it in your mouth...I don't have all
day." The guy said in an urgent whisper. The kid struggled and undid the
guy's pants; once the zipper was down he shoved his hand into the front of
the guy's exposed white briefs. I saw his grasp the shaft and run his hand
up and down its length before going lower and cupping the older man's
balls.

"Fuck kid, c'mon" the guy said looking around furtively and starting to
apply pressure on the kid's shoulders to get him down to his knees. The kid
dropped down into a crouch and pulled the front elastic waist of the man's
underwear down. The guys cock flopped out. It was thick and looked pretty
big, though not yet fully hard. The kid's eyes were locked onto it and he
grasped it lightly in his hand. He pumped it a few times and then flicked
his tongue out and licked the head. The guy gasped. "Hurry up...suck it!"
he whispered harshly.

The kid let the semi hard cock slip from his hand and got underneath it
with his open mouth, he took the entire thing in one gulp while the guy
threw his head back and moaned low in his throat. I could see the cock
thickening and getting longer inside the kid's mouth. Soon he had to pull
back and let the now fully erect cock slide out over his lips. He paused
looking at the now rock hard, shiny nine inch penis as it throbbed standing
straight up inches from his face.

"Fuck -I love cock" he murmured.

I noticed his sweats were tented out with his own erection. He leaned up
and wrapped his hand around the thick base steadying it and began to suck
up and down the full length with his wet mouth. He would get his lips down
to the base, the head deep in the back of his throat, then suck his way up
until just the crown was between his red lips as he swirled his tongue
around the ridge. The guy was watching and starting to breath heavy. The
kid's eyes were half closed but every now and then he would take his mouth
entirely off the cock and rock back on his heels and just admire the
towering erection in front of him. I could tell the sight of the
overexcited man's rigid cock was deeply affecting him. He looked like he
was in love. I was starting to lightly touch my own dripping cock when all
three of us heard the sound of footsteps and laughter coming down the trail
from behind us.

The kid jumped to his feet and the guy whipped his cock back into his
underwear with practiced speed. By the time the older couple passed on
their evening stroll the kid was already slowly jogging up the trail
looking back at the bald guy regretfully. The bald guy was gritting his
teeth and motioned for the kid to come back. The kid shrugged his shoulders
and tossed his long bangs out of his eyes and slowly shook his head,
running off.

Fuck, I pulled my hand out of my pants and adjusted my aching balls. I
slowly made my way back to the trail and slowly jogged in the direction of
the kid. Before I made it to the waterfront he ran past me going the other
way. His eyes flicked over me briefly but didn't linger. I noticed his cock
was still prominently outlined in the front of his grey cut offs and a
slight wet spot was staining the front. He was going to have to cover that
somehow when he got home I thought.

That night I edged myself to the brink of orgasm at least five times
thinking about the kid crouched down worshipping the standing man's cock. I
knew I had to go back and catch this kid when he really struck pay dirt.

I ran the trail for the next few days. Each time I saw the kid running. A
couple of time I saw him talking to men but every time something would
interrupt them and the kid would immediately break contact and run on. By
now the kid seemed to be crazed. His cock was fully erect in his running
shorts every time I saw him and his eyes seemed to scan the trail for any
man who would make eye contact.

I admit I was getting a vicarious thrill out of watching this cock hound
get more and more frustrated. I figured the longer he delayed getting cock
the better it would be when he did. On the third day of following the kid I
once again saw him exit the trail with a guy. It was a tall thin looking
utility worker who seemed to be using the excuse of taking a coffee break
on the trail. He was in yellow coveralls and a white hard hat. His
telephone truck was parked on the nearby side street. I saw the kid make
the connection then a hurried whispered conversation and off they went into
the woods.


I gave them a few minutes then crept forward. Sure enough the guy had
shucked out of the top of the coveralls and had pulled out a long thin
cock. It was about 9 ½ inches long with afat round head. It was steely hard
and almost vibrating as the kid rapidly stroked up and down it's
considerable length. I saw Running Boy moan and look down as precum smeared
all over his frantically working palm. He brought his hand to his mouth and
began to carefully lick the sticky fluid from his hand. He moaned
uncontrollably while he did it and the phone man just smiled and said.
"Fucking blow me and you'll get more.' Just as the kid rapturously sank to
his knees and was trapping the trembling, leaking head in his lips I
purposely made noises. I stomped my feet and laughed, making the
indications of a one sided conversation. The kid swore loudly and got to
his feet. The phone guy quickly started doing up his clothes. The kid said,
"Wait...maybe they'll go by...then we can keep going."  The phone guy
laughed and said. "Sorry junior your hot mouth isn't worth more then me
loosing my job...maybe some other time. " he started to walk back to the
trail.

"Fuck c'mon...I need cock." The kid whispered, his voice naked with need.

"Sorry kiddo-keep hunting." He said and continued on.

I chuckled to myself as I made my way back to the trail. This kid was going
to loose it soon...and I wanted to be there to see it...