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15.Heat on the Track

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Ok, now check this out. I ain't no writer or nothing like that, but I want to tell you a little story about my freshman year in college. That was a few years ago when I was 19 and not quite as knowledgeable about the world and what goes on in secret. Since then I've learned a lot and have gotten more comfortable with myself.

Well, I was on the track team that year and was one of the up and coming runners. I had a lot of attitude and didn't really care what other people thought. Right away I made a lot of enemies with the other runners. In particular there was this one guy, Ricardo, who hated me more than anything in the world. The instant he would see me he would either shoot the finger, frown, or call me something like a f**king queer. He did everything he could to turn the other runners against me and cause me problems.

And to make matters worse, we both ran on the frosh/soph team, so I had to see him almost everyday. He was actually a pretty good looking guy. He was 20 years old, about 5' 11" and about 165lbs with a killer dark complexion, piercing brown eyes and a nearly shaved head. His body was thin and lanky, yet sculpted just enough to catch the attention of both men and women. And, he knew he looked good. He was pretty popular and had lots of friends.

One day we were running 4 x 400's in practice and we ran against each other on opposing teams. The whole time we were nearly side by side. I could see the evil look on his face as he would sneak occasional glances at me. We were about the same in ability so I could not break away. We were jockeying for position as the last turn came up then he leaned into me clipping me with his foot and a sharp jab of his elbow into my side. Within an instant I was headed straight for the tartan track below.

The next thing I remember is a crowd standing over me, looking as if they were looking at a dead man. And I was wondering what they were looking at. It suddenly dawned on me that I was the subject of all the stares and worse yet, that I was on the ground and in much pain.

In one instant everything came back to me just as Ricardo leaned in and said to the crowd, aw he's alright, he got what he deserved" At that instant I somehow sprang to my feet and jumped on his back as he was walking away. We both went back down to the ground. He was absolutely stunned, but quickly gained composure and started to fight. We wrestled around on the track, but neither one could get a good grip on the other as our bodies were still covered in sweat. I kept trying my best to get in some good shots, but he kept blocking me and I did the same. Meanwhile everyone just stood back and watched. I thought it would never end and then the strangest thing happened. I could have sworn he had gotten a hard-on. Damn, that was strange and before I could finish the thought I felt myself getting one as well. Meanwhile we are still hiting and grabbing and rolling on the track. It was very odd, I wanted to hurt him, but at the same time something else was going on.

Being only 5'8" and about 135lbs I quickly found that I was no match. He finally wrestled me off and jumped to his feet. Before I could get up he kicked me in the side with his spiked running flats. I looked down at my side to see the blood running down my singlet and then the sharp pain made it's way to my brain and I yelled out in agony.

Well, that all happened about 3 months before the city championships. And after a brief suspension from the team we were both back in the competitions. At this particular meet, he had gotten injured and was unable to run in the final heat of his 4 x 400 relay. The coach decided to substitute me in his place. He complained for the coach to pick anyone but me.

My leg was the final one and we were way behind. When the batton was handed to me I suddenly sprang forward and ran like never before. I was out to prove to Ricardo and the others that I was worthy of their company. The other teams must have had at least a 5 second lead on us, but not for long. As I ran them down one by one, I could hear my teammates yelling for me and to my surprise I could hear the distinct voice of Ricardo which made me run even harder. Before I knew it I was in the lead and crossing the finish line. I was completely spent. I went down to the ground, but before I could feel the pain of impact, I felt the arms of my teammates lifting me up in victory.

Well later that night we had a victory celebration at our home track. It was dark except for the bleacher area where we were all drinking beer and talking about the race. Well, we had all had a lot to drink and I needed to take a leak. I decided to go around to the back of the supply building since everything was closed. As I stood in the dark using the bathroom, I could feel the presence of another person. At first I was scared, but then a reassuring hand grabbed my shoulder and began to massage my back. I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know who it was. All I knew was that it was another man. And, I suddenly became so alive with too many emotionsfear, excitement, wonder, curiosity. Shit, I had never felt this way from the touch of a man before. I didn't know what was going to happen. Just as my mind was racing I felt one of his hands reach around the front of me and begin to stroke my cock. F**k, it felt good, but damn, this was another guy, what was going on? I was so confused, but either unwilling or unable to stop him. I wanted him to continue. The whole uncertainty of it made it more erotic.

I then realized that I could feel the bulge of his hard-on being pressed against my ass. That really freaked me out and I quickly turned around, thinking that this had all gone too farbut just as I was facing him and opening my mouth in protest, I could feel his lips and then I could taste him. I was kissing a man. What the hell was going on? Now my dick was harder than everI was fully aroused with all 8 inches standing up in front of me. I then found myself reaching down to feel his dick. Damn it was hard.

Without even thinking I found myself pulling out his dick and playing with it. It felt real warmIt wasn't as long as mine, but it was thicker and I liked the way it felt in my hand. Then I explored his balls. He had really large balls but his sack was very soft to the touch. I alternated back and forth, playing with his dick and balls not even realizing that we are still kissing with great intensity. Suddenly it crossed my mind that we could get caught at any moment.

While the fear of being caught was growing in my mind, he dropped to his knees and began licking the side of my shaft. I was overcome by the warm sensation and could not pull away. I wanted this. I wanted more. And that's what I got. He began sucking my balls one at a time and the warmth of his mouth felt so incredible that I could just feel the cum building up inside of me. I had never felt like this with a girl.

Just when my fear was about to overcome me and I was about to push him away, he finally took my dick in his mouth and nearly took the whole thing. I thought I was going to pass out in ecstasy. After all that teasing on my balls and the side of the shaft, this deep throat nearly made me shoot my load. F**k this shit was good. I couldn't believe I was standing there in back of the supply room in the dark, outside, with another guy sucking my dick. It was unf**king believable.

Well, at this point I figured I might as well make the best of it. If we were going to get caught I might as well relax and really enjoy this. I took one hand and placed on the back of his head and began f**king his face. I pushed and pulled him back and forth. I could hear him occasionally gag but I would just keep going. I figured if I was too rough he would stop me so I just keep pumping that mouth.

Finally, I could take no more. I didn't want it to end though, so I said, yo, you better slow down a bit or I'm gonna shoot a load in that hot mouth of yours." Before I could finish saying it, he sped up the intensity and depth of each stroke. Holy shit, he was working my dick as if he wanted me to cum. Then it hit me that, he wants me to cum in his mouth. So, I started pumping in rhythm with his mouth. Back and forth we went I thought surely I was going to choke him as he would try to go deeper and deeper.

Then, I grabbed his head with both hands and suddenly was nearly paralyzed and the first load of cum started to prepare to shoot. He could feel that I was about to give him what he wanted and he just shoved my dick deeper down his throat. Then I let out an intense moan as I felt my dick swell and damn I must have shot 4 or five times, but it felt like an eternity. I have never felt an orgasm that powerful or that long. I was writhing in pleasure all the while clutching onto the back of his head with both hands when I finally noticed that he was gagging for air. As I released his head he fell backwards to the ground and just lay there wiping his mouth.

I said, that was one hell of a blow job." and he said, I'd love to be able to do that again sometime." I said, I'd be up for that, but what's your name?" He then got up and said, I'm sure you'll figure it out" and walked away. Panic then hit me as I stood there with my pants around my knees, spent and confused. What had I just done? And, when could I do that again? Shit, I was feeling more alive than ever. I then quickly put myself back together and went to rejoin the party.

As I walked back over to the rest of the runners someone said, hey does anyone know what happened to Ricardo?" And then it hit me! Ricardo had just given me the blow job of a lifetime. Needless to say, Ricardo and I had been expressing our mutual attraction in a perverted way, through hate. Well, after that night, we never hated each other again.

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