Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2012 00:48:55 -0500
From: Kevin Metson <trojanboy2012@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Runners Pt 6

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 ******

Without thinking, I knew the ball would sail into my hands, like a baby
into his mother's arms. My body was on automatic, instinctively commanding
my legs to go right or left based on the images of the defense coming in my
peripheral vision. At the roar of the crowd, I knew I had crossed the
end-zone and scored the first touch down of the night. My eyes traveled
instantly to the fourth row, 35th yard line of the home side, where I knew
Tommy would be sitting -- well more like jumping up and down in
celebration.

I'm not sure what I'd so without Tommy. He's my best friend in the
world. Most people call us the Twins, though we don't look alike. I gave
him a thumbs up with my left hand. He returned the salute.  My dad, mom and
most of the ninth grade class also returned the left handed thumbs up
salute. I'd started doing that every time I scored a touchdown or threw a
touchdown pass during my second football game in seventh grade. They'd all
probably be appalled if they knew why I used my left hand.

Everyone but Tommy forgot that I gave the thumbs up with my right hand
during the first game.  Course, it was specifically a salute to Tommy
saying, "Yeah! I scored!" But after the game, Tommy quipped that he
couldn't believe I'd salute him with the same hand that "I slept with". We
about died laughing.

After the laughing subsided, I reassured him, that I would use my left hand
from now on.

With a straight face, Tommy replied, "I tried that once, it just doesn't
work as well." We almost died laughing again. I think that's the only time
we ever overtly talked about jacking off since my dad talked to us about
sex.

The funny thing is, I do know every time he jacks off, as he does every
time I do. We got this unspoken signal. If one of us flogs our noodles, we
greet the other with a slap on the back and the question, "How's it going?"
This might seem weird, but I get a thrill every time he greets me that way
or I greet him. It's like I can still feel a little stickiness on his hand
and he's marking me his special friend.

So, now when I ever I give my "scoring salute" I give a thumbs up with my
left hand.

After we won the game, Tommy came over to congratulate me. He gave me one
of those bro hugs, that says, great game, but I'm not gay. He told me he
had to get home. I was majorly bummed. Not only would he not be going to
the After Game, but he wouldn't be staying over tonight. Tommy had a big
cross country invitational tomorrow over in Waconia Valley. Although, if
the light in his room was on when I got home tonight, that would be a
signal it was OK to still come over. His meet wasn't until the afternoon,
so it might be a possibility.

Tommy and I have slept over in each other's houses more nights than not
ever since we were born, literally. I think we even shared the same crib on
the day we were born. We were born on the same day, three hours apart, in
the same hospital. Any night we aren't in the same bed, I feel like I'm
missing a part of myself.

Then again, lately whenever we'd slept over together, I've been afraid I
might do something that I shouldn't. I'll lay awake after he's fallen
asleep, just watching him breathe. I've even found myself wanting to reach
over and caress his smooth face and chest. Tommy has always been a strong
person.  When his dad was killed, his strength really came out. If my dad
had been killed, I think I'd have lost it.  But not Tommy, he just took up
his running and faced his troubles like a man.

Me -- I'm a coward. I could never tell Tommy how I really feel about
him. I'd lose him as a friend. He'd never talk to me again. The best I can
do is bury those feelings. Anyway, if I want to be picked up for football,
I could never let ANYONE know what I think about in my heart. Football
players have a certain image, after all. And it doesn't involve fawning
over other guys.

Hell, the way the upper classmen talk in the locker rooms, if they ever
suspected that I sometimes think about them (when I'm not thinking about
Tommy) while I put my right hand to good use, they'd beat the living shit
out of me.

All these thoughts were flying around my head as I headed to the locker
room to get cleaned up. Andy said he'd take me over to his house for the
After Game. Andy is the team captain, and always hosts the After Game. If
(on the rare occasion) we lose, we gather for an "After Game Chat"
instead. These take place at the old high school, located 3 miles out of
town. Trust me, you do not want to experience one of those. We only lost
one game this year, and that was one game to many -- thankfully we only
lost by 3 points. For ever point by which we lose, we have do run 1 lap on
the old track, and do 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 jumping jacks, and 50 up
downs (where you run in place in full gear and when the coach says down,
you drop into a pushup and get right backup). And then Coach leaves and a
couple recent "Alum" arrive on the scene to "remind of the former days of
glory."

Once he leaves, we have three more things to do. First, the alum have us
strip down to just our jack straps. The alum take this slim leather belt
and strike each boys ass once for each point by which we lost.

The second task is that we have to clean out the horse stable which is
still located on the school grounds. Many residents keep horses out there,
since they can't keep them in the city. Normally the stalls are cleaned out
every day -- but not on Fridays when there's a game. We have to clean out
one stable each for each point. Try mucking out a stable when you are only
wearing a jock strap and are sweaty from running and calisthenics. It's
itchie, smelly and gross.

Finally, we have to stand out on the old football field, naked, except for
our jock straps. We're given a half gallon jug and told to hydrate
ourselves. Which means every five minutes we're told to take a drink for 10
seconds. This is spaced our enough so that we don't hurt ourselves drinking
the water too fast, (did you know you can die from drinking too much water
too quickly). But, with in 20 minutes or so, you have to piss like a race
horse. We have to stand out there for 30 minutes for each point. Talk about
torture -- and if someone pisses themselves -- they have to lie down on the
ground underneath one of the other guys and hope he doesn't do the same
thing!

The night we lost, one guy finally lost it when we had five minutes to
go. He was right next to me, so he dove under my legs. (The alum stops the
timer until he's in place -- trust me, it's bad enough when you piss
yourself, but you don't want to add to the other guys time). Thankfully it
was only five minutes left. I'm not sure which was harder, keeping from
peeing on the guy or keeping from getting hard cause I have a naked guy
staring up at my nut sack! When the Alum blew the whistle twice, signally
the end, we all ran over to the side of field, ripped off our jock straps
and let her rip. Can you imagine a couple dozen naked teen football players
just pissing like race horses all in a line?


We finally got done around 1am. We were rushed through the school showers
and taken home. Trust me - it's a good motivator to win. I'm told the
sheriff keeps a patrol car out by the school entrance to make sure no one
comes snooping around -- the city "knows" what goes on -- but it considered
a part of growing up and learning to win.

But when we win -- we head over to Andy's house and chill. It fun --
there's pizza, soda, music and just a fun time. We can bring a friend, so I
always bring Tommy. Only the Seniors are allowed bring a chick, so everyone
else brings a bud to hang with. It is the Bible belt and all. Which is fine
with me, cause I had rather hang with Tommy any day than with a girl. I can
admit that to myself, but, like I said before that secret can never see the
light of day.

As we gathered in the locker room and began to remove our sweaty game gear,
Coach came in. "Good news guys, all of you can invite a girl over to Andy's
tonight. He'll come around and ask who you want to come, and he'll get the
word to them."

Shit, I thought. Who am I going to invite. Good thing Tommy had to go home,
he wouldn't be able to come anyway.

Each of the guys rattled off a name, I stood at the back of the locker
room, hoping I'd be missed. But alas ... "Hey Kevin -- what about you?"
Andy asked.

"Aah..aah... Lisa, on the cheer squad. I stammered. Lisa was a class mate
of mine who was one of two freshmen on the cheer squad. She was really cool
to hang with, cause she didn't act like the other girls.  She said they
were all just a bunch of drama queens. Lisa often ate lunch with Tommy and
I, she was really fun to joke around with. She was only on the cheer squad
to keep in shape for gymnastics. But even with that reason, she's usually
thinking of quitting the "snob club" as she calls it.

I took my time taking off my gear. By time I got in the shower, there was
only two guys left. That's how I like it. The shower bay is all open with
six poles down the center, each with 5 shower heads. If I'm in there with a
dozen or so guys, I have to share a pole and we bump into each other. Such
close interaction with other naked guys would surely out me by my reaction
down below. Now I can shower all by myself and I'm not distracted by naked
guys.

After I finished showered, I toweled off and got dressed. Amazingly I
wasn't the last one done. Zac was one of defensive linemen. He was still
standing in front of his locker with only a shirt on. He was naked from the
waist down. Zac was a junior. He was also a pretty big guy -- muscled, not
fat. He must have been 6'1" and around 230 #. I couldn't help but notice he
was gifted in his manhood as well. Zac made me think of Tommy. He's got
that same sandy blonde hair and looked almost hairless cause his pubes were
so light.

Zac saw me staring over at him, and before he could comment I chimed in,
"You coming, Zac? If I'm done, everyone's probably in their cars by now
waiting for us."

He simply stared back for a moment. His face reflected some deep inward
thoughts. "No," he drawled out, "I already told Andy.... I have a pretty
busy day tomorrow. Our cows are calving." Zac's family lived on a ranch
outside of town. They raised cattle, pigs, and goats. Hate to sound
stereo-typical, but Zac was the image of a corn-fed farm boy. Gentlest guy
on the team -- that is until he was lined up on the field. Five more sacks
this season and he'd break the school record.

I left Zac realizing I actually **was** the last guy to leave the locker
room, at least of us going to the party. I rushed over to Andy's car. I
could hear Garth Brooks crooning out a song over his blaring radio.  Andy
had a six-pack F-150 (a large pick-up with six passenger seating). The rear
windows were tinted, so I couldn't see who was in there with him. I saw
Jenny his girl snuggled up to him in the front.

"Get a move on it, hoss," Andy bellowed when he saw me exit the
school. "Your girl in back is starting to over heat."

Lisa? Overheat? I doubt it, but Andy was a horn dog. He was probably
thinking about his girl, Jenny. His dad's moral preaching apparently was
lost on Andy, at least if I believed half the stories he regaled us in the
locker rooms about Lisa. According to him, Jenny's favorite appetizer was
Andy's baby juice, which she's slurp out of him like a starving
kitten. (His imagery, not mine).

I opened the back door and jumped in.

"Hey Andy," I heard a female voice greet me. It sure didn't sound like
Lisa, and when I turned ....

Shit -- it wasn't Lisa. It was "Ahh,-- Lisa", as in Alicia. Fuck -- with my
stammering, Andy had misunderstood me. Alicia was the ** other ** freshmen
on the cheer squad, and I had ** NO ** desire to hang with her. Lisa is
awesome wicked fun to hang. Alicia is, in my humble opinion, a 'bitch,
cunt, ho' who I'd probably catch something from just talking to her. And
this from a man who's daddy taught me in no uncertain terms, you *** NEVER
*** even think about such language towards a woman.

Sure enough, Alicia saddled over next to me as soon as I got in. By all
accounts, Alicia is the image of a Spanish goddess. She has golden skin,
her chest is more than starting to develop. She is fit. Her hair is a
shimmering black that hangs to just below her shoulders. She was wearing a
white halter top that covered her chest, but left her midriff open and a
pair of shorts that was tighter and shorter than most guy's boxers. I've
heard many of the guys in the locker room, including a couple of seniors,
who have shared how'd they like to "tap that" in reference to Alicia.

"Thanks for inviting me, Kevin," she purred. "I was surprised when Andy
asked me. I thought for sure, you'd invite Lisa. She didn't seem to happy,
I have to say."

Fucking -A -- Andy asked her in front of Lisa? See, this is what I mean
about Alicia. I have no doubt she knew I would have rather invited Lisa. It
probably got her juices running to have Andy snub Lisa
unintentionally. Shit -- not to mention what Lisa thought. This was also
Alicia's way of letting me know that she knew I hadn't actually invited
her. I had a bad feeling start to form in the pit of my stomach.

I glanced up and caught Andy's eyes in the rearview mirror. I saw
realization dawning, and he gave an apologetic nod of his head. But then he
broke into a devilish grin as if to say, "Sorry, but enjoy the ride."

Suddenly, I felt something else in my stomach, or I should say, ON my
stomach. Alicia had moved her hand under my shirt and was lightly caressing
my stomach, playing with the hairs that trailed from my belly button
downward. Have you ever been excited and repulsed at the same time? Alicia
was leaning up against me, her head on my shoulder. I leaned my head back,
close my eyes and let out a soft sigh. I was suddenly picturing Tommy
sitting next to me and having ** his * hand caress my tummy.

Then I felt I new sensation -- down lower -- as she circled my stomach, her
hand dipped lower and a couple of fingers slipped under the waist band of
my shorts. I jumped at the unexpected invasion.

Jenny glanced back at my sudden movement, her gaze lingering to Alicia's
exploring hand. She whispered something in Andy's ear. Without looking
back, he called back to us, "Easy now, hoss. I just had my cab cleaned and
don't want no spillage back there. We got plenty of rooms at our place
after my folks take off."

At Andy's words, Alicia pushed her hand all the way down my shorts, even
under my underwear. She grabbed hold of my dick and nuts and gave them a
squeeze. At the same time she hummed in my ear.

Now, I had no desire to do anything with ***her*** let alone any girl,
truthfully. But, feelings and hormones don't always coincide. Her humming
sent a vibration through my neck while her hand was like a glove of
electricity coursing through my whole body. I could feel myself begin to
grow. She pulled her hand out. I must have leaked a little bit, because she
turned her hand up and I could see a trail of clear liquid on her middle
finger. Once she registered that I'd seen the dick drool, she moved her
finger to her mouth and sucked it off.

"Mmm.." she hummed in my ear again. My shorts tented in an instant. All I
could think about was a mouth being lowered on to my hard rod. Only it
wasn't Alicia who I pictured kneeing between my spread legs, it was
Tommy. I leaned back again and let the fantasy wash over me. I frequently
had this fantasy, I have to admit. Me sitting on a couch, legs
spread. Tommy kneeling before me, his hazel eyes staring into mine, my
hands tangling themselves in his sandy hair. In fact that's what I think
about most every time I jack off.

The truck took a turn and slowed down. Our arrival at Andy's woke me up out
of my dream. For the remainder of the ride, Alicia had contented herself
with leaning up against me, holding my hand.

"Ok, you two love birds," Andy began as he pulled the parking break and
killed the engine. My parents will be around until 12, then they take off
for my uncles. I ask that you wait until they're gone, before you slip off
somewhere. He opened his glove box and pulled out two small light blue
square packets and tossed them back to us. They were a couple of
rubbers. In case you are unprepared, he said with a grin. I shoved them in
my pocket, as I got out of the car.

Jenny just laughed and said, "Have fun."

It was about 10pm when we got to the After Game. With all the girls there,
the atmosphere was different. I'm not sure if you can smell hormones, but
fuck if the whole house wasn't pinging with horniness. Granted it was a
warm night, but more guys than normal seemed to be cruising around without
shirts. The music, which is normally country, was now mostly dance
songs. At least a few of the couples where grinding to the music, and once
around 11:30, I saw Cory, our kicker grinding so intensely that I thought
he actually came right there.

I'm not sure what Alicia and I talked about for those two hours, she did
most of the jabbering. The more she talked the more uptight I became. At
one point, I think she was going on and on about some new movie called
"Atlantis Heart" or some shit like that. It sounded like a waste of a movie
to me. So I only half listened, grunting what I hoped was appropriate
responses at the right place. Finally, I thought I heard her say, "Do you
want to get me something more to drink."

I replied, "Sure, let's go."

She looked at me sweetly and said, "Great. We can't go tomorrow, since I
have to go to my grandparents, but we can go on Sunday. There's one showing
at 7pm."

I snapped out of my self-imposed trance and rewound the conversation in my
mind . Shit, I thought, she didn't ask for something more to drink, she
asked to go see that stupid movie. And on Sunday, no less. I was planning
on spending Sunday afternoon with Tommy after he got back from the
meet. And, I admitted to myself, looking forward to crashing at his place
Sunday night.

Unfortunately, I couldn't admit I hadn't been listening to her and could
think of no way to back out now. What was I supposed to say, "No, I want to
sleep, I mean hang out with Tommy Stark?"

I could not stand her. I mean, if she had been Lisa and had come on to me
like that, I would have jumped at the chance. Lisa is the one girl I find
myself at least somewhat attracted to. Ironically, though, it's precisely
because she *** doesn't ****do that, that I like her. Alicia is so self
centered, that she does not look pretty to me, but nauseating.

I also knew that as soon as Andy's parent's left and the clock struck 12,
she'd be dragging me off to some room so we could shag. I think she
desperately wanted to be my boyfriend, solely because I was the heir
apparent to the team QB and Captain position. I was afraid that if we did
the deed, I'd have her claws in my good. And possible something contagious,
as well.

I know what you might be thinking, why didn't I just break things
off. Hell, it was a mistake I was there with her. Simply put, I was a
chicken. I had such a fear of my true desires coming out, that I didn't
want to do anything that might call into question my so called
manliness. Alicia was every guy's wet dream if you believed the locker room
banter. I just thought she was a fucking nightmare.

At about ten to midnight, I saw Andy's parents walking towards me. "Kevin,"
his dad called out, "your dad is here to pick you up."

Thank-you pa, I thought. It hadn't dawned on me to tell him I'd be staying
later than normal, so, as he had after every other After Game, he had come
to pick me up a little before midnight.

Alicia turned to me. "You're leaving?" she asked incredulously.

"You think I can ask my dad to let me stay because of a girl? He'd woop my
ass into the next century."

"Well, you're still taking me to go see Hearts in Atlantis on Sunday,
right?" Trying to keep a frown off my face, I assented. She grabbed me in a
bear hug and slipped her hands ***inside *** my shorts, giving my ass a
quick squeeze. This time my lack of desire kept my hormones firmly in
check.

I looked over and saw my pa in the doorway waiting for me. The frown that
suddenly appeared on his face showed he'd clearly seen Alicia's hand down
my pants.

"I gotta go, my pa is getting anxious." With out even a peck on the cheek,
I pulled out of her embrace and headed to the door.


I followed my dad to the car. We drove home in silence. I knew he was upset
about what he had seen, but my dad won't say anything when he's mad. That
just made we feel worse. I also knew that the next morning we'd be having a
man-to-man chat again.

When we got home, I looked over at Tommy's bedroom window. He was still
awake, his reading light was on; a sure sign he was waiting for me to come
over. On the two other occasions he's had an afternoon invitational, I
headed over after the After Game and I regaled him the account of the
night. I really was wanting to talk to him about what happened tonight.

My dad saw me looking up at Tommy's window. "I think it best if you stayed
home tonight, Kevin."  With that, he put a big kabash on my plans. He
apparently thought all of Alicia's attention had left me in need of some
solitary relief. (Well they had, but not because I was thinking about
**her**.) And I knew I wouldn't be able to change his mind.

I climbed up the stairs to my bedroom. I entered the room and closed the
door. Quickly I stripped and climbed into bed. My body was vibrating from
nerves. It was mixture of frustration and anxiety, sprinkled with a healthy
dose of randyness. A picture of Alicia crossed my mind and I almost became
physically ill. What did Lisa think about all this? Did she care, was she
upset I had "asked" for Alicia and not her? Lisa had shared with me on
numerous occasions her feelings about her classmate and squad mate. I know
I would view it as a betrayal if I were her.

My queasiness increased as I contemplated on how I would miss spending
Sunday evening with Tommy in order to take her to some sappy movie. Well at
least I could spend the afternoon with Tommy, I'd explain the situation and
he could help me figure a way out of this mess.

Tommy .....

Just the thought of spending Sunday afternoon with Tommy eased the
disquiet, in fact the picture of his smiling boyish face, framed with his
beach blond hair started some embers simmering in my gut.  Almost on its
own volition, my hand moved down my chest and cupped my nut sack.

Tommy .....

How nice it would be to have Tommy push his hand into my shorts and fondle
my balls and squeeze my shaft. My fingers moved up and rubbed the ridge on
the back side of my mushroom head. It was slick with some ooze coming from
my piss slit. I brought the drop of clear nectar to my lips and tasted
it. I wish I could taste Tommy's pre jizz. Was it bitter or sweet?

Tommy .....  I've seen Tommy nude hundred's of times. We don't think
anything of changing in front of each other.  I know what his entire body
looks like. His chest is smooth --no definition to speak of, but his legs
are like the haunches of a bull. His penis sticks out when it's soft, I can
only imagine what it looks like hard and in it full glory.

Tommy hard ....

My hand is now grasping my enlarged cock and traveling faster and faster up
and down. The pre jizz easily providing enough lube to make it feel
awesome. I imagine Tommy is the one bobbing up and down on me.

Oh Tommy ...

Oh Tommy ....

OH TOMMY!!!

And with one last pump down, my hips buck up and a glob of white cum sails
out and lands on my nose. My ass falls back on the bed for a spilt second,
before another spasm bucks my hips up again and a second wad sails up to my
chest. Two more powerful spasms assail my body, before the spurts die down
to a trickle. I can smell the pungent odor of spunk through my nostrils. I
grab a sock from the floor and begin to wipe up the mess.

Oh Tommy ....

Why can't I tell you how I feel?

The orgasm left me spent -- I was asleep barely a minute later.

To be continued ....

Next time we will again follow Kevin through his day on Saturday and into
Sunday. Hope I'm not keeping you in too much suspense about Tommy's talk
with Jake.

Feel free to let me know what you think is going to happen.

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