Milliseconds before the start, I held as a perfectly still, low to the ground statue of pent-up energy, focused solely on the burst about to rush through my calves.
BANG.
I took off like a rocket, ignited and blasting off its launchpad.
My feet pounded the track, the force of my legs pushing me faster than almost any human being on earth. I was flying. The world narrowed around me. Seconds felt like hours. Then came the burn. A searing fire erupted in my thighs, screaming for me to stop. My lungs felt tight, begging me to breathe. There was no time for breathing.
One final desperate lunge. I threw my chest forward, willing it to cross the line. Silence…then a roar of the crowd. I crossed the finish and eased up to slow to a halt. I put my hands on my knees, bending over in a heap of exhaustion. I looked to the scoreboard.
9.82. My new personal best.
I was a champion again.
A smile beamed across my face and I lifted my hands in the air. Sweat dripped down my face and my blonde curly bush of hair bounced as I spun and laughed, another milestone achieved. My teammates crowded around me, hugging me, and ruffling my hair. I couldn’t help my large uncontrollable smile knowing what I had to give of myself to even run today. It was worth every second of the humiliation I had felt with Dawson.
“Ford!! You did it again, kid!” My coach hugged me in the locker room after the competition, “one more bud! One more win and you’re a two time national champion!”
“Let’s go, coach!” I high fived him.
“Keep those grades up! We’re almost there!”
I sat back at my locker and stared at the ceiling. What a whirlwind of a week. 5 days ago I had a professor’s finger in my ass and now I was back to being the fastest man in all of college sports.
I showered and went back to my dorm, plopping down on my bed and checking through my emails. One in particular caught my eye from Professor Dawson. I opened it.
Hi Miles,
I heard about your run today, congratulations! If you could come by my office Monday morning, I’d appreciate it. Same time as when you first came to see me.
Josh
My body shuttered, thinking of what he could want. I didn’t hate him. In fact, he really had been kind like Jake told me, despite the circumstances I’d met him under. But the thought of seeing him brought back a rush of embarrassment and a burning on my backside thinking of the bruises that had taken days to heal.
Monday morning came too fast as I anxiously arrived to Professor Dawson’s office just before 8:00. This time he was already there…waiting for me.
“Hey Miles, come in,” he beckoned me with his hand.
“Hey Professor,” I tried to make eye contact but felt too ashamed, keeping my eyes fixated on the ground.
“Congrats on the win, sounds like your time was all-world stuff?” He was trying to make things less awkward.
“Yeah…thanks…” I mumbled, still staring at his feet.
“Thanks for coming by. I’m sorry but I have some bad news I wanted to warn you about.”
My eyes shot up to his. He was frowning and seemed concerned.
“I shouldn’t be telling you this but unfortunately your electrical engineering professor is going to fail your project you submitted a few weeks ago. I asked around after I worked my magic on your grades to make sure you were okay for the rest of the semester. Unfortunately I think this guy has it out for athletes here…thinking they aren’t taking academics seriously.”
I felt my eyes start to well up, “but…I worked my ass off on that. There’s no way…” I squeezed my hands into fists in frustration.
“I know. I’m sorry. I think I can get him to delay putting the grades in until after your championship race but it’s risky…he’s going to question my motivation to push outside my department with him…” he eyed me curiously, as if waiting for something.
“Okay. I…really need the help. Maybe I can come by again this week?” I lowered my eyes again to his feet, praying this would be simple. I was at a loss for words. Running was everything to me. I was at peace with meeting him in the middle but the thought of being humiliated again felt terrifying.
“Miles.”
I looked up at him, my eyes welling, “yeah?”
“Come by again at 8 on Friday if you’d like…”
“That’s fine…” I offered.
“Great. I will see you then.”
I didn’t say another word, turning and leaving his office.
I showed up to Professor Dawson’s house Friday just after 8:30, half an hour late, toying with whether this was all worth it. Of course it was.
There was another car in the driveway this time, one that looked familiar but I couldn’t quite identify it.
I knocked on the door.
“Hey Miles,” Professor Dawson let me in but didn’t push on my tardiness.
“Hi Professor.”
“Josh. Still Josh,” he tried to ease the tension in the room.
I walked in and was shocked to see my old mentor, Jake, sitting on the couch. He had graduated last year and was the former best sprinter in our school’s history. He was my mentor for the two years we overlapped in school and was the only who originally told me about getting help from Josh. I remembered how Professor Dawson told me that Jake was actually the one who’d negotiated offering himself up in exchange for help with his grades.
“Jake what are you doing here?” I hadn’t seen him all year in person. He had tall, medium length, swooping brown hair to the right, and a narrow face with brown eyes. He started modeling on the side as a senior and even I could admit he was good looking. He was much taller than me at 6’3” and was tan and slim, with a six pack from a decade of running that had erased any ounce of fat on his body.
I’d seen him naked plenty of times in the locker room and knew he had a pretty smooth chest with just some stray hair in the middle, defined abs covered in a very thin layer of fur, and a wild happy trail leading below his waist line to a cut dick that seemed a little bigger than mine soft. I’d tried to not check out my teammates in the locker room but it was difficult, especially as a freshman, to not compare myself.
I remembered he didn’t seem to groom often down there and also noticed last year that his ass was a little furry. It stuck out to me because it made me realize I was the only guy on the team whose ass seemed completely smooth, which always made me feel a little ‘younger’ than my teammates in a way.
“Hey buddy,” he always talked to me like his mentee even though I was now faster than he ever was.
“What’re you doing here?” I was puzzled.
“Josh called me and filled me in on your situation.” My heart raced. “He felt bad and thought up an idea.”
“What kind of idea?” I was nervous.
Josh spoke up, “I thought someone you’re more comfortable with might make things easier.”
I looked between the two of them. Were they fucking crazy? “Your plan is to invite my straight older friend here so I could be even more embarrassed? More humiliated?”
“Calm down man…Miles, I’m bi” Jake got up and walked towards me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I thought for a minute before speaking, “Huh?” I looked over to Professor Dawson.
“Yeah I realized it last year here…” Jake said, flashing a small, comforting smile, “you’re so hot dude, I’ve always kinda had a crush on you, I think…”
My eyes narrowed, surprised but weirdly not put off by his compliment and learning about his infatuation for me. I’d always interpreted his time-consuming mentoring as him just investing in a younger teammate with championship potential.
“Are you okay if I just watch you two figure things out?” Dawson asked.
Jake squeezed my shoulder. I did at least feel more at ease than last time, knowing he’d always had my back. I could trust him.
“Yeah…I think so…” I offered up.
“Come sit down on the couch,” Jake helped to guide me over to the coffee-colored leather sofa while Professor Dawson took a seat in a lounge chair in the corner of the room under the dim light from a few lamps scattered about the room.
Jake knelt down in front of me, in between my legs. He reached out and gently unzipped my jeans, checking my face before lowering them. I nodded at him and gave a small smile, an attempt to convince myself of my own comfort.
I lifted my butt off the couch to give him space to pull down my jeans but felt his fingers hook all the way under my underwear instead, his touch cold against my smooth skin. Before I had a chance to question it, he yanked down my entire lower half of clothing, my soft, small package now exposed to the air. I’d never wanted to curse myself more for having a ‘grower’ than right now as Jake sat a foot from my penis.
“It gets bigger…” I tried to offer some lightness to crack my own pulsing anxiety.
“It’s cute,” Jake smiled at me as I rolled my eyes, feeling vulnerable and a lot less brave than I did a minute ago.
Jake took me in his hands and started to play with my penis and balls, almost as if they were a toy. He ran two fingers over my foreskin and caressed my balls, a mesmerized grin playing on his face that triggered a weird mix of both embarrassment and excitement at his older hands touching me like this.
To my surprise, I watched my dick slowly harden, his hand constantly moving and changing its playing style as he could do more with more as the minutes trekked on. I found myself fully hard now, maybe a little over six inches now firmly in his right handed grip.
Jake smiled and winked at me before he leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth, sending another jolt of surprise through my entire body. His mouth was warm and it definitely seemed like he’d done this before. I turned my head, observing how much he genuinely seemed to love having my cock in his mouth.
It was so odd to see my longtime mentor in this position with my own dick gliding in and out. The intimacy and ‘wrongness’ of it turned me on even more as I caught myself letting out an involuntary moan at the pleasure. I wondered if this was what Jake experienced last year when he realized he was bi. I couldn't believe how good it felt, and I found myself getting lost in the sensations of his tongue.
After two minutes, Jake pulled away and looked up at me, his brown eyes gleaming with desire. "Would you be open to touching mine?" he asked, his voice husky with need. I appreciated that he made me feel like I was in control of where this all went. I hesitated for a moment, but nodded. I was curious, and I trusted him.
He stood up and started with his t-shirt, peeling it off to reveal his smooth chest, a light dusting of darker hair tracing a path down his sternum. It wasn't coarse, more like soft velvet. Each ridge of his abs was shadowed with a fine light fuzz. A pathway, darker and more defined, led south, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
He caught my gaze, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. “Liking what you see?” he teased, his voice a little huskier than usual. I blushed but couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
His jean zipper came down with a rough sound before he stepped out of them, with just short white briefs left on his body. I could see a clearly damp spot on the front and what looked like a massive bulge running to the side, reaching all the way across his thigh. Before I could analyze it further, the briefs were down and off.
His pubic hair was thick, a dark bush that he clearly didn’t maintain often and in the middle, a massive, thick dick that was probably at least two inches longer than mine and far more ‘manly’ with a long vein running down the front side. It was incredibly intimidating and I finally understood why ‘meat’ was often used as a nickname for a dick.
He climbed onto the couch, straddling my waist, and I reached out to grip his cock. It felt hot from pulsing blood, and huge in my hand, or at least the part I could actually get my hand fully around. It was a weird sensation to feel another penis, especially one so different than my own, but it wasn’t gross or bad like I might have expected.
Jake started to hump into my hand, thrusting his hips forward and back. I couldn’t even imagine what this huge thing would feel like inside of someone, probably threatening to break them wide open.
After a minute, Jake shimmied down and grabbed my penis and his own in his two hands, pushing them together and using our pre-cum as lube. He started to hump forward and back, rubbing our penises together. It was strange to see my dick touching another, but it felt incredible. I couldn't believe how sensitive the friction between our two dicks were as I found my head falling backward in euphoric pleasure.
As Jake continued to thrust, I could sense him struggling to stay balanced, sometimes interfering with the rhythm. I found myself instinctively reaching around to help him like I would out on the track.
My hands made contact with his firm, furry ass, the same glutes that powered his speed in competition. Jake moaned softly, his glutes flexing as he thrust harder and faster with my help in balancing him. His ass felt awesome - muscular and sexy, just like it would with a girl, which was a shock to my system. I loved feeling it flex and contract as he gyrated on me.
I felt a tension building in my groin, the pleasure growing more intense with each passing moment. I could sense from his face and wide open mouth, the little whimpers he let out, that Jake was close to climax, and I found myself wanting to experience that release with him.
He kept going, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Jake suddenly let out a long moan, speeding up to a desperate pace, “Miles…I’m cumming…” His huge cock shot ropes of thick cream up onto my neck, shirt, and some even hitting my chin, making me jump.
The extra lubricant and wetness that dribbled out at the end onto my own dick made it even slicker, causing an immediate building orgasm to rise in my groin. Jake kept rubbing his spent dick on mine and I couldn't hold back any longer.
“Ughhh…” I grunted, feeling my abs contract and dick pulse, as I followed him in shooting cum up onto my neck and shirt. I dug my fingers into his ass, loving the feeling of how powerful his naked butt felt in my hands. I looked down to a massive pool of stickiness covering my upper body and feeling it all over my neck.
Jake still straddled me as our post-nut comedown hit, the both of us laughing and smiling uncontrollably at each other.
“Can I kiss you?” Jake asked.
“Yeah,” I didn’t think twice.
He leaned it and cupped my cheeks with both hands, partially rubbing some cum from them onto my cheeks. Our lips made soft, sensual contact. This wasn’t sexual, there were no tongues involved, just soft lips holding tight, an expression of emotion and gratitude of our friendship and this intimate moment. He pulled back and stood up, turning to pull up his underwear, giving me a brief view of the furry, toned cheeks that I’d loved squeezing for the last ten minutes.
I pulled up my jeans and underwear and as we both caught our breath, Professor Dawson, who I’d forgotten was even in the room tucked his cum-covered dick back into his pants and stood up to walk over to us. "Well done, guys,” he said, smiling, “Miles, I got you on the grades, I’ll fight that engineering professor if I have to…” he held out a fist for me to bump. I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation but returned the fist bump and rolled my eyes.
“Keep your grades up. Hopefully you two can voluntarily take things further in the future, I think you’d have a lot of fun.” Dawson added as I put my jacket back on to head home.
I looked at Jake, trying to read my own mix of emotions and confusion as my clearer thoughts came rushing back. I didn’t know how to feel but I guessed that Professor Dawson was right.
“Can you make nationals to watch me? We’ll go from there?” I offered as a starting point to my mentor.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Miles,” Jake pulled me in for a hug before we returned to our cars to go our separate ways.
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