Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 19:37:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Running and Rubbing

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Running and Rubbing


My name is John. I am fifteen years old. I'm on the wrestling team at
school. I have team practice three days a week. I run a couple miles at
least five days a week as part of my training. Sometimes I practice with
the track guys. Where I live it gets cold during the winter so I generally
wear skintight, moisture –wicking track pants to run in; so do most of
the track guys. This led to an encounter that I think you might find
interesting.

I guess you should know upfront that I have a big cock. I've gotten used to
people staring at my crotch, this happened even when I was a kid, like at
the pool, but especially after I hit puberty at age twelve. I don't mind
people noticing, well, sometimes I do; it depends on the person doing the
looking.

I guess I should describe it as best I can.

Well, like I said, it's big. First of all, it's really fat. It's about five
inches in circumference when it's hanging, more than six when I'm
excited. The head is even thicker. I'm uncut; my foreskin is long enough to
just cover my cockhead when I am erect, but it is really a smooth fit
without much extra when I am limp. Hanging, I'm over four inches long,
erect I'm nearly seven.

But, it's not just my cock that's big, my balls are too.  This makes my
penis jut out even farther. I don't have that much pubic hair for my age;
it's mostly above my cock and I don't have any hair on my upper legs yet,
like some of my teammates.  The skin on my penis and scrotum are really
much darker than other guys, however.  There is a big contrast between skin
on my legs and the skin on my penis.

I usually wear jockey shorts because of my size; otherwise I'm flopping all
over the place. When I'm in my track pants, even with jockeys, there is no
hiding it. I see guys looking and then I see them trying not to look; if
you're a guy you understand this.

Well, back to the story.

So, I'm out running around the track after school and I am running next to
this guy and we both finish our run at the same time. While catching our
breath we introduce ourselves and I find out he is a ninth grader named
Matt who's on the track team. Matt's almost as tall as me and athletically
muscled. What I mean by athletically muscled is he's lean, but solidly
defined. I can tell this just by looking at him; he has the whole outfit of
tight athletic wear that runners wear.

I also notice something else – Matt's got a big cock, too.

His isn't thick like mine, but it's just as long, hanging down his left leg
about four inches and this is in cold weather.  I can tell he isn't wearing
anything under his track pants and I can see him checking me out as we cool
down.  We both notice each other and know what we're doing.  Now, since we
were at the far end of the track we were pretty much out of earshot of
anyone else running around.  Matt caught me off guard with what he said
next.

"You're big," Matt stated matter-of-factly.

I knew what he was referring to; I was just surprised he would say it.

"Yeah, you're big too," I replied a little abashed.

There was a short pause.

"Do you ... Do you think I could see it?"

Wow!  I couldn't believe he would ask.  I would be too embarrassed.

After a moment to make sure I heard what I thought I heard I replied,
"Well, yeah, if you want to.  But, we can't do it here."

"Yeah, you're right," Matt concurred.

"I live just over in R______ (the name of my neighborhood).  We could go
over to my house, my parents aren't home," I suggested.

"Okay," Matt agreed, "Let me get my stuff from my locker and I'll meet you
in front of the school in five minutes."

"Okay, I'll see you there."

I ran to my locker, grabbed my backpack and made it to the front of the
school in about three minutes; Matt was already there.

"C'mon, I'll race ya'," I jovially challenged the freshman, "This way we'll
get more training in!"

Off we went down the path at a brisk trot. There was no doubt that Matt was
faster than I was, after all I outweighed him by about forty pounds. It was
obvious that he had way more endurance than I did, as well. I knew I was
going to win, though, because I knew where I lived and Matt didn't. I was
breathing pretty hard by the time we made it to my street. I sneakily made
a quick turn up my driveway and sprinted to my front door.

"Ha ha, beat you!" I taunted, pretty much out of breath.

"Not fair!" Matt protested, barely breathing hard.

I fumbled with my keys opening the front door, definitely from excitement
and probably a little nervous, too.

"Just dump your stuff here in the hall," I said dropping my backpack.

"Wait here a second," I told Matt.

I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two water bottles from the refrigerator.

"Thanks, my mouth is kinda dry."

So was mine, not just from running. We both took a few swigs standing in
the hall. We kind of looked at one another.

Matt had not too long dark brown hair that fell in disheveled waves,
curling more where it touched his sweaty neck and forehead.  He was pretty
cute to me, dark brown eyes and a slightly misaligned pug nose, but Matt
wasn't going to be a model to be truthful about his looks.

He looked about nervously when I made eye contact and it took me a few
moments to work up the courage, but I finally asked if he wanted to go
upstairs.

With a gulp, Matt said, "Yeah."

We bounded up to my room and I shut the door behind us.

"Nervous?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Me too.  Let's just strip off."

I suggested this quickly, trying to avoid an awkward discussion, and pulled
my hoodie and t-shirt off in one quick motion, throwing them to the floor.
Matt glanced at my torso then looked to check my reaction.  I smiled and he
smiled, relaxing somewhat.  I started kicking my shoes off as Matt unzipped
his running jacket.

"Just dump your stuff on the floor."

He still looked hesitant so I yanked my socks off one at a time and tossed
them into the air goofing around.  Matt laughed, dropped his jacket to the
floor and pulled his shirt off, adding it to the pile.

Matt was, as I described earlier, lean; fourteen year old lean, not totally
runner lean, though.  Me?  I've got actual bulging muscles.  Speaking of
bulging, I noticed Matt's cock starting to push out slightly from his
thigh.  I felt a warming start in my balls.

Matt unlaced his shoes and shucked them off in a few seconds followed by
his socks.  He stood, down to just his track pants.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and peeled them and the
slightly sweaty nylon down to my ankles in a tug or three.  I stood up and
kicked the garments off each leg with my toes.  My cock swung freely as I
stepped from foot to foot.  Matt wasn't shy about checking me out.  A few
seconds went by.

"Wow, that's thick," was Matt's understated judgment.

"Yeah," I replied, looking down myself.

I turned a little side to side, both showing off and swinging my now just
beginning to swell cock; as I said, I was nervous.  I reached down and
hefted my nuts and pushed my cock a little with my thumb.  After doing
this, I was just thinking of asking Matt if he would show me his, but I
didn't get to open my mouth.  As if we were on the same wavelength, Matt
started to tug his tight pants down his legs.

When he stood after kicking his pants off, I could see his penis swing
left, half way erect.  The tip of his glans was just peeking free of the
encircling caramel rim of his hood.  Matt had hanging nuts, not nearly as
big as mine, but he did have more, perfectly curled, hair above his dick.

The sight of Matt's cock caused a tightness in my chest; a hot rush of lust
ran through my body.  My cock responded immediately, swelling
uncontrollably, pumping up with every beat of my heart.  I felt embarrassed
and ashamed at how quickly and obviously I became erect.

I needn't have worried.  Matt's cock raced to reach full mast as rapidly as
mine.  We were both fully boned up in less than thirty seconds.  Looking at
his cock, his foreskin had pulled down to uncover the tip of his glans.  I
could see the end of his boner throbbing, moving in small jerks.  I felt
mine throbbing, too.

I reached without thinking and pulled on my cock.  My skin slid, revealing
a dark purple, wide-rimmed knob.  I could see the lust in Matt's eyes.  He
licked his lips and pulled slowly at his erection, revealing his reddened
glans.

Matt's cock was a deep, tawny brown, poking forward six inches from the
dark curls of his damp pubes.  The vein-entwined shaft emerged and ran
forward with a uniform thickness to a not much larger, angular cockhead.
It was shaped perfectly to slide easily down a welcoming throat unlike my
overly plump plum.

I couldn't stop myself.  I was so turned on I began stroking my cock with
sensuous, full strokes.  I inadvertently moaned at the combined visual and
tactile pleasure.  I flushed with embarrassment.

Matt stroked his male muscle right along with me.  We grinned at each
other, sharing the best thing that teenage boys do.  Both of us took turns
displaying our cocks as we jacked.  We both had a shiny wetness to our
cockheads; our skin rolled on and off with greater ease.  The distinct
squishy sound of sticky lubrication could be heard.

As the intensity of my excitement built, my mouth hung open.  Even though I
usually jack for at least a fifteen minute session after school, I was
getting close to coming.

The cold of the day, the heat of sexual arousal, the smell of sweat and
sex, the sight of Matt, lean and muscular in my bedroom, leering at me and
my thick, engorged member, his cock, masturbated with enthusiastic intent,
all of these overwhelmed me.  I had to speak.

"I'm getting close to coming, Matt," I declared definitely, aware of an
impending and unstoppable culmination.

"Me, too."

I stopped jacking and went to my laundry basket to grab a pair of dirty
sweatpants to use as a come rag.  I grabbed another pair and tossed them
over to Matt.

"Let's sit on the bed," I suggested.

I put the sweats on the edge of my bed, on top of my bedspread, and sat on
them, pulling the legs of the sweats forward between my legs to hang down
the side of the bed.  Matt copied my preparation and sat a couple feet over
from me.  I sat on the soft cotton since I was still sweaty from my run and
I could use the hanging legs to mop up the mess soon to come; a "no fuss no
muss" system since I did my own laundry.

I spread my legs, leaned back on my elbows, and started jacking.  My nuts
were tight, from the cold run and my "almost there" state.  I looked over
and Matt had leaned back, following my lead.  His rod stood up in his hand
like a rocket on the launching pad.

I was painfully erect with Matt watching me.  I gripped my shaft hard.  My
torso tightened, my muscles contracted with an animal ache that needed
release.

"Uhhh ... Fuck.  I'm close," I breathed out.

Matt grunted in agreement.  I could see his cockhead, juicy with precum; I
could hear the slapping of his hand against his ballsack.  I could smell
our goat scent thick in the air.  Drips of perspiration ran down my sides
from my armpits.  We both jacked faster.

"Uhnn ...," I moaned out loud.

Matt looked over, his face tense, but not as tense as mine.  He gasped as
he jacked even faster.

"Uhh ... Uhhh!"

I couldn't hold back any longer.  I sat back, spread my legs apart and
jerked my fat shaft in short, forceful strokes.

"Uhh ... Uhhh ..."

My glans was an angry purple, the peehole gaped ready to erupt.  My thighs
pushed and my hips rose.  My jaw dropped as I gasped out.

"I'm ... I'm gonna shoot, Matt!"

I did.

"Ihhhnngh!  Uhhnngh!  Ohhh!  Ohhh!"

I shot a lot, I mean more than usual and I pump a lot of jizz.  The first
two shots went up a few inches.  There followed a gooey fountain of almost
unending splurts that ran down my knuckles and onto my balls in a creamy
river.

I was still riding the pulses of my orgasm when Matt called out, bringing
my focus to his rigid six inches.

"I'm coming, John!  I'm coming!"

A rope flew up.

Matt's buttocks tensed, his thighs arched him almost off the bed.

Another rope.

With the third, Matt released a deep gasp of satisfaction and fell back
down on the bed.

"Uhhhhnnnhh ..."

I watched as he finished his jerk.  Slimy globs slid down from Matt's naked
cockhead.

"That was awesome!"

"Yeah, it was!"

We both laughed and smiled at our shared satisfaction.  We lay in a
post-orgasmic high, catching our breath.  After a minute or so, I sat up
and reached down to grab a leg of my cotton sweatpants and proceeded to
wipe the gooey mess from my crotch and balls.  I could smell the fragrant
odor of my semen as I did so.

Matt gave me a look asking for permission to mop up his jizz puddles with
the sweats I gave him.

"That's what they're for," I replied to his non-verbal request.

I stood up and finished wiping any drips, especially ring at the tip of my
cock.  I drop pretty fast after I come, but I still stay fat, so my
just-jacked cock hung down thick over my now drooping balls.

"I think I got some on your spread," Matt said apologetically.

"Don't worry.  It isn't the first time."

I tossed the messy sweats in my laundry basket and pulled out some dirty
shorts to wear until I could shower.  I glanced over as Matt got up and
wiped down; I tried to see his cock without his noticing.  I was starting
to feel a bit self conscious now that my lust had passed, yet I still
wanted to see his long cock. Matt lost his erection as quickly as I did.
His cock was still chubby, but hanging limp.  When he was through wiping,
he looked up.

"Just throw it in there with mine," I directed.

Matt grabbed his running tights and bent over to pull them on.  I took a
quick peek before he stood and tucked his limp meat away in the damp knit
fabric.

There was an awkward period of silence as Matt dressed and put his shoes
on.

"I ... uh ... gotta go and ... do some homework."

"Yeah, I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Yeah," Matt acknowledged, not looking me in the eye.

I guess he was feeling as self conscious as I was.

When he finished dressing, Matt stood and said by way of ending our mutual
masturbation session, "I'm going to go now."

"Yeah, I'll show you to the door."

Dumb thing to say, I know, but my parents raised me to be polite.

When we got downstairs, Matt picked up his backpack.

"Well, I'll see ya, I guess."

"Yeah ... Hey, I'll see you at the track," I said as he went down my front
steps.

And it was truer than I knew at the time; I would see Matt and his cock in
my mind, if not in reality, for a long, long time.

As I went upstairs to shower, I stuck my hand in my shorts to grab my still
messy and sweaty cock and balls.  I don't think it will come as much of a
surprise that I jerked off in the bathroom for a second time thinking of
Matt's cock before taking my shower.

I wasn't too sure at fifteen whether I was gay or not, it took a few more
years before I admitted it to myself, but I knew I liked thinking about and
seeing other guy's junk.  I think Matt wasn't too sure about what direction
he was really interested in, he dated girls and all, but I kinda think he
might've changed his mind later.  I don't know, we only fooled around a
total of three times.  I wish it was more.


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