A Run Interrupted

“Fuck.”

Braxton Charles Cunningham, the youngest of four and the sixth generation of Cunninghams to go to the college paced the narrow space between the beds of his dorm room. His frustration was making his heart race because there had been a pop quiz, and he had not been ready for it. Add to that another paper to write, now two due by next Friday.

“Fuck.”

He moved up to the window and looked down in the commons at other guys coming and going from the dorm complex wondering if there was one willing to let him fuck them. He only needed one guy, just one to come up and lay face down and let him fuck their ass. He could hammer out his frustration until exhausted by the exertion.

He looked over at Gabriel’s bed wishing the handsome fucker was gay, or bisexual, and in the room naked and willing. He pictured the dark-skinned, black-haired hottie changing clothes as he had done in front of him just that morning. The dark brown eyes, the smile of perfect teeth, and the slight accent from being Argentinian.

“Goddamn it.”

He flunked that fucking pop quiz and tried to figure out if it would trash his grade point average. His father wouldn’t tolerate anything but the best. Rayford graduated with honors and a perfect grade point average. Catherine graduated with a 3.5, a failure by their father’s standards, but she redeemed herself by marrying Charles Matthews, oldest son of some old monied family from Kentucky. Rebecca renewed their father’s faith in his children’s abilities with a 4.0 upon her graduation. Perfect. Perfect children with perfect lives. That was the image to foster.  

Now all eyes were on him, the youngest, the one not planned, arriving six years after Rebecca. The one who was beginning to think it was all bullshit. His father’s arrogance was bad enough, but the expectation of perfection sucked out every ounce of one’s humanity. Rayford was a perfect example of that. Soulless, always looking at how to make a buck, screwing over whoever stood in his way. Their father loved Rayford or loved the idea of Rayford.

He wanted to do his best, studied dutifully to get good grades, wrote papers more extensive than required with references obvious and obscure. He did it for his own gratification, not his father’s. But over the last week, he had been distracted. His secret boyfriend dumped his ass for his refusal to come out to his parents.

What’s your problem? Braxton, it’s 2024. I can’t live in secret.

Yeah, Braxton, what is your fucking problem. He knew Rayford was taking over the family business and he could count on some lesser position within it, probably underneath Rebecca for Rayford considered him a parasite on their inheritance. He was held responsible for their parents having him, making every family gathering, an ulcer waiting to form. Paul had been right, he should have come out and let the chips fall where they may, but he had tried to gain Rayford and their father’s approval, causing him to be closeted.

So, he got hurt by Paul breaking up with him. Now he was fucking up in class, the failure of the day’s pop quiz the topping of the shit sandwich he felt like he had been forced to eat for the last week.

He paced, unable to sit still. He relived that agonizing pop quiz, how he had stared at the questions the professor revealed on the dry erase board, stumped by six of the ten questions. He sat in his chair, spun around then climbed out of it pacing the room again.

“Fuck.”

He had to do something, anything to exert himself.

At his drawers, he pulled out black running shorts and a bright yellow tank top. Changed from jeans and polo shirt, he put on his running shoes, pulled out his second room key that was on a wrist rope keychain, and headed out.

 

He had no idea where he was going. Didn’t really give a fuck as long as he was running. Exerting himself until his frustration lessened and he could refocus on what he needed to do. He jogged across campus checking out one guy after the next. He passed the student union with its lower level of meeting rooms. He knew the rumors. The lower level wasn’t used much during the day; therefore, the men’s toilet room was cruisy. It was a temptation. Just jog on down and see for himself, and if lucky, bend some guy over the toilet and fuck him. But he also knew the rumor of guys getting busted by campus security, and he didn’t need that hassle, so he kept jogging, around Madison Hall, across the large lawn then through a building complex that he knew was pharmacy and nursing.

Eventually he came out on the west side of campus where some new student housing was under construction, and as he jogged past, he looked at the men on site, wondering which one would suck cock and take it in the ass.

“Get a grip,” he uttered to himself as he turned on Revolution Drive, jogging along the old sidewalk as he moved further and further away from the main campus. He knew Revolution Park was about a half mile ahead and the idea of jogging out to it and around some of the trails felt like just what the doctor ordered. By the time he got back to the dorm he would be exhausted.

The front thirty acres had been designed with a large pond, wide concrete sidewalks, volleyball, tennis, and basketball courts, and near the parking lot, toilet rooms and pavilions. But it was the trails in the back one hundred acres that he intended to jog. Gravel paths that meandered through the woods and near the back bridged over a stream, a wood structure that was just a walking platform close to the ground with no railings. The front was always too busy with people walking dogs, leading children on bicycles, or worse, tricycles around the walks, especially the one around the pond. But the gravel trails were not nearly as busy and allowed one to jog freely without having to work around someone. It was a gravel trail just behind the pond that Braxton turned on, jogging into the woods.

The trail weaved through the woods, circled around a gully, and eventually came to a fork. He knew the trail that went left, but the right he had not taken for everyone said it circled along the edge of the property all the way to the back and had some rough sections for those jogging. But he wanted the distance, so he angled off to the right and slowed his pace.

He passed two women, then one guy and a hundred yards or so, passed another that smiled at him in a way that tempted him to stop and see if the guy was interested. At the rear of the property, the trail turned heading south, at times a pasture was visible through the trees, and he knew it was the adjacent private property. The trail curved back, deeper into the woods, then sloped down and turned parallel with the stream that flowed through the property.

He could see the stream swirling and falling over rock within its bed, but his footfalls were too loud to hear it. By now, he was sweaty, tank top soaked to the point he planned to take it off when he stopped to catch his breath. But he was in the groove with a steady breathing rhythm and legs past the initial burn. He was moving gracefully, smoothly. Maintaining his pace, he jogged along the trail until coming upon the low simple bridge over the stream.

Slowing, he turned to cross and came to a stop dead center of it. At first, he wasn’t sure what he was seeing and just stood there staring. There was a guy just ahead off to the side of trail. Facing the other direction, next to a tree. The guy appeared to be masturbating. Shirtless with running shorts angled down toward the front and the right arm moving in that familiar manner.

The guy looked back and smiled.

“Fuck,” Braxton uttered to himself. He recognized the guy, had seen him since the start of the semester in his second period class. Had sized him up more than once, none more so than when showing up in cargo shorts or cut off khakis that revealed muscular legs. He squeezed his own cock for it stirred with his arousal as he stared at the guy.

The running shorts were pushed down revealing a round smooth ass, and the guy looked back at Braxton again, motioning with his head for him to come closer.

Braxton moved toward him, slowly, eyes going from the ass to the moving right arm to the face staring back. He knew the guy had vivid blue eyes and wore a leather bracelet on the right wrist and was about his own height and…he wanted to fuck that ass, had since he first laid eyes on it at the beginning of the semester.

“You like my ass?” the guy asked.

“Yeah…I do,” Braxton replied getting close enough to touch it. To rub a hand over one cheek then the other. He slipped his fingers down between the cheeks, raking them up then down. The guy leaned over, reached back, and spread the cheeks. Braxton could see where he was touching, the tight opening. He rubbed a finger over it then pushed through its tightness, burying his finger inside the ass.

“Yeah, play with my ass.”

“You like to have your ass played with?”

“Yes.”

“What about having it fucked.”

“Oh, yeah, more than anything else.”

“Get me hard,” Braxton replied stepping back, tugging the tank top off, and pushing his own jogging shorts down. He let them fall around his ankles freeing his cock while the guy swung around and dropped to his knees.

Braxton watched that mouth take his cock, felt its slick warmth slide down his growing erection. He watched it move back and forth until he was fully erect. Looking past the head moving on his cock, he saw the guy’s cock, rock hard and curved upward. He looked at the sweaty chest with the nipples sticking out hard and he knew he would torment them soon.

Holding the guy’s head, he pumped his cock into the throat cutting off their air and at times choking him. He liked the feel of it on his cock and he kept it up until hands pushed against his thighs.

“Stand the fuck up.”

The guy climbed to his feet letting his running shorts drop to his ankles and Braxton put one foot between their feet pinning them to the ground forcing him to step out of them to turn around. Naked, completely naked, the guy bent over and reached back spreading his ass.

“Don’t fucking tease me; jamb that cock in me. Come on; do it.”

Braxton smiled at his good fortune. A guy who just wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. He moved up to the spread ass, put his spit slick cock to the opening and pushed.

“Jesus,” the guy uttered.

But he didn’t try to stop Braxton, who kept pushing inch after inch into him until hips were against that ass.

Braxton ran a hand up the guy’s back feeling him shiver from his penetration. He pushed up the slick skin until his fingers were combing through the hair. Fist balled tight, he grabbed the guy by the hair and pulled the head up.

“Take me,”

A tug back and a shove inward, over and over and over, building up his pace until hips smacked against ass. He kept increasing his pace until the guy was moaning and grunting and uttering obscenely for him to fuck harder. He tugged on the guy’s hair pulling the head back until the guy’s mouth hung open expelling air with every shove into his depths. And Braxton shoved inward harder with a rapid pace, filling the woods with the sound of flesh banging against flesh and the utterances of wanting more, begging for it, pleading for him to do it.

Turning the guy speared by his cock toward the tree, he got him up against it. With the guy’s hands and face against the rough bark, he resumed fucking their ass. Fucked until his cock moved easily through the opening and the two of them were sweating as if jogging instead of fucking.

While holding a steady pace, he leaned over the back and reached around the torso, sliding hands over slick wet skin until he felt the hard nub of each nipple. He tweaked them, then pinched down hard on each, twisting a bit making the guy cry out and push back on his cock.

Braxton felt the surge of impending release. He tightened his hold on the nipples and bit at the skin of the right shoulder while he fucked with a brutal pace. Then he shoved into the guy’s depths and came. He shuddered with every ejaculation then moaned with satisfaction with his spent cock still buried in the guy’s ass. He didn’t go soft, instead stayed rock hard, still aroused, and he resumed fucking, pumping his first load out of the guy’s ass while using it as lube.

He fucked his cock through the wet slimy ass, slowing his pace so the guy could feel every goddamn inch moving through his battered opening. He pushed inward, slowly, until hips pressed against ass, and tugged outward until nearly slipping free. He leaned over the sweaty back again, pressed his chest to it feeling the heat trapped between them and ground his cock into the guy’s depths. He slipped a hand around the narrow waist and took the guy’s hard cock in hand. He smeared its drool along its curved length then stroked it, slowly, so agonizingly slow the guy shivered beneath him and began to beg.

“Please...fuck me. Fuck me harder. Don’t…do this… don’t tease me.”

Braxton pulled the guy from the tree and pushed him to his hands and knees, going to his own knees behind him. He felt the rough ground dig into his knees as he moved up to the ass, then shoved every inch into the guy. He held the waist and began to fuck again, this time relentlessly. A brutal pace that made him sweat and gasp for breath while the guy begged him to come.

He lasted a long damn time. A brutally long time, hammering the guy’s insides. He banged against the ass loving the feel of flesh hitting flesh, and how the staccato sound of it reflected his fuck.

The guy began to shudder, then cried out, and Braxton knew the bastard had finally gotten off. It pushed him to keep fucking, not to slow as the ass spasm around his cock with the guy’s release. Then he cried out and jerked and shuddered with his own release, pushing his spurting cock deep into the guy’s ass.

Back on his feet, cock finally flaccid and dripping with the last of his load, he watched the guy climb to his knees and swing around facing him.

“Let me,” the guy uttered, then took his flaccid cock and sucked it clean and got the last of his load.

He pulled his running shorts up and without another word to the guy, he resumed his jog as the guy was slipping on his own running shorts. He knew it was just a fuck and come Monday, the guy would probably enter their shared class and not give him a second look.

 

Braxton was backtracking across campus heading to his dorm. The tank top tucked into the back of his shorts, he was jogging at a slower pace, preparing to slow to a walk to cool down. He looked at the guys he passed, which ones gave him a second glance, the ones that looked at his crotch before looking into his eyes, making him wonder which ones were just curious and which ones were willing. He knew he was giving them an eye full for all the way back all he could think about was fucking that guy in the park. How the bastard took his most physical fuck, one to bleed out his frustrations and pent-up energy. He relived the feel of that guy’s ass, what it looked like with his cock sliding in and out of it. It made his cock stir awake, flop heavily in his running shorts until he was close to getting another erection.

At the dorm, Braxton climbed the steps and entered the lobby feeling the cool air start to dry his skin. At the elevator stood five or six guys, one of which was a holy roller Braxton detested for he made disparaging remarks about drinking, the music they played, and worse of all, gays and lesbians. He turned to the short corridor to hit the central stair where he found himself falling in behind a guy from the floor below his own. He had seen him around but never had a chance to get to know him, and he did want to know him. Tall, lanky build, with blonde hair so light he wondered if it was a dye job, and the darkest brown eyes.

Up one flight, Braxton tried to recall the guy’s name. Luke. Louis. Landon. No, it’s Levi, a good porn name he jokingly thought as he watched the ass move in tight jeans as they climbed up the next flight.

“How’s it going, Levi?”

Turning to look back, smiling with recognition. “Hey, Braxton. Good since I got a paper finished.”

“So, you’re finished for the day?”

“Yeah. I see you’ve been out for a jog.”

“Yeah, but I feel like I could still jog for five miles,” Braxton joked.

“Maybe you need another means of exercising.”

“I was thinking the same,” letting his eyes drift from the face down to the ass.

“I was thinking of working out.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

On the third floor, Braxton followed Levi out of the stair shaft, down the corridor, and into his room. He closed the door and locked it as Levi tossed down his backpack, kicked off his shoes, then began to get out his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt as Braxton came closer dropping his running short and stepping out of them. Braxton grabbed the front of Levi’s jeans and tugged the button loose, unzipped them, and went to his knees working the jeans down as he went. He got the jeans off each leg, then buried his face in the bulging boxer briefs. He mouthed the cock, working his tongue on it, then using his teeth, tugged them down until loose enough to fall around the ankles. He captured the cock in his mouth and sucked. He tongued it, slid his lips along its growing length then released it watching it bob up and down with Levi’s arousal.

“Fuck, I need this,” said Levi.

“Me too.”

Braxton sucked Levi until the cock grew too long take. Not as thick as his own but he looked at it in awe for it was nearly three inches longer than his seven. For a moment something a past friend had said years ago about some hung guy: he would touch my soul, places no woman could touch. They had laughed uproariously. Yeah, Levi could do that, touch places most others could never do.

Leaning down, Braxton mouthed the hanging sac, worked the nuts within it, then sucked one into his mouth and tugged down. Letting the sac go, he spun Levi around and pushed against the back for him to bend over. He kissed the left ass cheek, dragged his tongue across it then across the right one. He spread the cheeks and dragged his tongue up the crack all the way to the lower back. Then he zeroed in on the tight puckered opening, dragging his tongue over it, then circled it until Levi was moaning.

Looking up the back to the shockingly blonde hair, he buried a finger in Levi’s ass.

“Can I fuck you?” Braxton asked.

Levi looked over the left shoulder. “Only if you let me fuck you.”

Braxton smiled for it was obvious Levi was not like the guy in the park or so many others he had fucked of late. They had been submissive, willing to lay back and let him fuck to the point of exhaustion. Levi would give as good as he got. It would be flip fuck, something he had not done in far too long.

“Yes, let’s do that,” said Braxton as he climbed to his feet stroking his hard cock. He put it to Levi’s opening and pushed, slowly until a couple of inches were inside him, then he held still.

“Feels good,” said Levi and after a short time, began to push back, to take inch after inch until most of it was inside him. “Now, fuck me.”

Braxton held the waist and fucked. Tugged outward, then pushed inward, working up a pace that could only be described as a solid fuck. He worked his hips into a steady rhythm, then pushed in deeper, until bumping up against the ass. He rocked Levi and could see in a mirror, Levi’s long cock swinging freely between the thighs. He fucked harder just to see it slap against the stomach.

Slowing his pace, Braxton pulled all the way free, let his cock flex in the open, then buried it back in Levi’s ass. Over and over, until the feel of each penetration was too much, and he buried his cock all the way and guided Levi to a bed, not caring if it was Levi’s or his roommates.

Levi lay face down, ass up, and Braxton never let his cock slip free. On his knees, he held the waist and fucked. Fucked hard enough to make the bed rock then squeak in some deviant rhythm aligned with his pace. He fucked until hips banged against ass, the sound of it far too loud as it echoed in the room, but Levi only moaned and grunted and begged him to keep fucking.

And he kept fucking. Fucking until his muscles burned and he was gasping for air. His body was covered in sweat, and he felt feverish, delirious, mad with his lust. He tightened his grip on the waist and shoved into Levi’s depths over and over, then shuddered with the release of his third load.

 

As soon as he was out of that ass, Levi was moving, spinning around, taking him by the shoulders and spinning him around. He was put on his back and Levi kicked his legs apart moving up between them.

“My turn,” said Levi.

“Yeah,” Braxton uttered in a low deep tone as he held up his legs. Hands gripped each at the ankles and spread them wide apart, and pushed back until he knew nothing was hidden from Levi’s lustful stare. His half hard slimy cock, his nuts in a tight sac that was slowly loosening, and below it, his spread ass, and a hole not yet fucked.

“Slow and easy, or fast and rough,” said Levi.

There was no question what the day demanded. No question as to the kind of fuck he needed, and Braxton looked up, into those dark brown eyes and smiled impishly.

“Fast and rough, mother fucker.”

Cock busted through his tightness, bore into his depths, inch after impossible inch, until he didn’t know how he’d take it all. He clutched the bed and threw his head back and cried out, then heard himself begging, pleading for Levi to fuck him. To fuck him hard. And that cock sank into his ass until hips pressed against it, then Levi began to fuck.

 

The tall lanky bastard had far more stamina than Braxton could ever imagine. He had laid on his back and taken Levi’s fuck until his own cock grew erect. Then he was flipped to his stomach and fucked. As Levi hammered his ass, his cock grew painfully erect with being pinned against the bed and squeezed against it with every shove into his depths.

Was Levi’s cock only about ten inches long. It felt longer, much longer, as it bore into the depths of his ass. As Levi pumped it inside him, working it through his loosened opening he no longer felt the difference between a push inward and a tug outward: it was just cock working his insides to the point he wanted to come again.

Levi manhandled him, pulled him to his knees, held him by the throat pulling him back until their sweaty bodies were rubbing together as Levi pumped cock into his depths. He rocked with their fuck, his own cock flopping around until Levi’s other hand took it.

“Fuck,” Braxton exclaimed as Levi continued to fuck while stroking his cock.

“Please…Levi…come in me,” uttered Braxton breathlessly as he rocked rhythmically with every shove of cock into his depths.

Levi was relentless, hammering hips against his ass, and he knew Levi was coming. He heard the hard exhales and grunts and how the hand on his cock stroked with an irregular rhythm. It made him want to cum and he shuddered, then jerked as cum bubbled at the head of his cock and dribbled down the shaft for the hand to smear.

 

“That was just what the doctor ordered,” said Levi.

“What do you mean?”

Levi laughed, then rolled to his side propping his head up on one elbow. “My girlfriend broke up with me two days ago and I flunked a test this morning.”

Braxton laughed, so hard and long it made Levi laugh too.

“Damn, you too. My boyfriend dumped me last weekend. I can say I feel much better. But are you straight…bi?”

“I guess I’m more fluid about sex than I originally thought. When I saw you looking at me, I thought why the fuck not.”

“Would you be willing to do it again?”

“Maybe,” Levi replied, grinning ear to ear. “What do you say we get cleaned up and go grab something to eat then come back and…work out any lingering frustrations.”