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My cousin had stayed with me for a few weeks after he moved to the area. I had always run around this park. I never knew about the trails. But, he was into trailrunning. So, I decided to try them out. After some time, I go lucky. Redhead lovers: please be patient. The redhead enters later in the story. Also, I waited this time until I could finish the whole story. No installments. Leave some comments.
Cross-Country
It was early autumn, so still warm out. I would always run at a large city park. There are baseball diamonds, track, etc. I had always run the track. But, my cousin stayed with me for a few months and showed me all the trails through the woods. More challenging but also shaded! I had finished a run and was sitting on top of a park bench. I was sitting on the back with my feet on the seat of the bench.
There was a cross-country team just finishing their practice. The coach was in the center of the group making the usual after-practice speech. I was busy taking in the view. So many cocks, so little time! There was a tall, lean blond who I could not keep my eyes off. Curly hair. Smooth legs.
The team left and I was resting finishing off a bottle of water. Apparently from the back side this blond came around my side and to my front. He had taken off his shirt. All he was wearing were those skimpy long distance runner shorts, socks and shoes. His chest and stomach were smooth. There were a few curls of translucent hairs showing along his treasure trail. I guessed he was a junior. He asked, “Do you run the trails.” I told him I had finished. He asked me what he thought of his team. I told him I didn’t really see them run, but I thought they looked all right.
He lifted one foot and rested it up on the seat of the bench near my leg. He started rubbing down his thigh and calf. He stood close enough I could see a very nice crotch. He said it was good I kept in shape. He asked me if I thought he looked in shape. I said of course. He was very lean. He returned the foot to the ground and lifted the other propping it up on the seat of the bench. Again, a very nice crotch. He rubbed his thigh and calf. He said he it took a lot of work and practice to keep his legs in this shape.
I told him his legs looked really good. Very firm. He looked up at me and smiled. He asked me how firm I thought his thighs were. I said they looked hard as a rock. He still smiled and nodded. He said, “Go ahead and grab my calf. See if there is any fat on that calf.” I did. I grasped it. I kept my grip and worked my hand up and down his calf. I told him it was one of the hardest calves I have ever felt. He nodded and still smiled.
He said, “My thighs are just as hard. They’re as hard as my calves. Do you believe me?” I nodded and said, yes. He said, “Go ahead and grab my thigh. See if it’s as hard as my calf.” I gladly moved my hand and grasped his thigh. Far enough up his thigh to get a nice feel, but not too far just in case he was offended. Never know.
I kept my grasp but moved it around his thigh. He said, “That feels good. Do you do massage.” I told him I have done it. I told him guys like it. He nodded. He pulled his shorts further up his thigh. He said, “Feel up here. It’s just as hard.” I had no problem feeling further up his leg. My hand was about two to three inches from his crotch.
As he pulled his shorts up his thigh he also pulled them up and away from his thigh. His cockhead and his sac were ex-posed. He was not wearing any underpants. A nice, pink, fresh cockhead. His sac was smooth. I had a feeling he had caught me looking at him when his team was in a huddle.
He said, “That really feels good on my thigh. My thigh is hard.” He pulled back his shorts all the way and asked, “Do you think you can make it as hard as my thigh?” I smoothed my hand up his thigh. I slowly grasped his cock. It was not hard but it was filling up. I slowly stroked his cock moving my hand so it touched his boisac and a small, very curly blond bush. It was curly hair but still soft.
He said, “That feels good. My girlfriend is cool, but she can’t do everything really good. You don’t have a problem massaging a boy’s cock. Do you do other things like oral?” I told him I did and some guys thought I was really good. I kept massaging that long, lean cock. It was hard now. I looked at him and he nodded his head towards the trailhead.
I let go of his cock. We both walked together to the trail. We weren’t too far down the path. He whirled around on his feet. He pulled his trunks down to his shoes. His cock was still hard. I was facing him. He put a hand on each of my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. He took the back of my head with both of his hands and pressed his cock against my just opening mouth. He pushed his way in.
Sweetness. Fresh meat. I could taste a little of his precum already. He started rhythmically humping my mouth. Slow at first. I had grabbed onto both of his very firm buttcheeks. He and I got synchronized in the face fuck. I took one hand off one of his cheeks, wiped my saliva off his cock and balls, and then reached around his nice little butt.
I took my middle finger and gradually worked it into his boipussy. Very tight. But, I gradually worked it in all the way. He went, “Ohhh. Mmmm.” Groaned. I then started finger-fucking him. Each time he thrust his cock into my mouth I thrust my finger into his pink pussy.
He really started to fuck my mouth faster. Grunts. Moans. Grunts. He was close. He was thrusting as deep as he could. Then he let out a yell, “Fuck, I’m cumming.” With that he shot deep and hard. It was like the pressure of a fire hose. Oh his cum was thick, but light tasting. Sweet boicum.
He looked at me as I was taking in all of his seed. “Yeah, dude, swallow all of it. Yeah, I see those throat muscles working my cum down!” I didn’t waste a drop.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth. He rubbed it all over my face. He spread the cum and saliva mixture all over my face. He kept going, “Mmmm. Mmmm.” I released my finger from his pussy. “Damn, dude, that was way better than my girlfriend.” I wiped off my face with a finger. I licked my finger.
He took both hands and petted both sides of my face. I got up. My cock was hard as a rock, showing through my shorts. He saw it, too. He stuck one hand down the front of my shorts and grabbed my cock. “Damn, dude. That’s a good cock. Look, I’m not gay. I don’t suck or fuck with guys. But, I used to jack off my older brother when I was lit-tle. Do you want me to jack you off?” I said that would be way good.
I stripped off my shorts and underpants. He grabbed my cock with one hand and started to slowly stroke my manhood. After a few minutes he took his other hand and grasped my balls and started massaging them. He was still naked. I started playing with his cock and balls. He got hard again. I looked at him and asked if he could cum again. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Let’s try.”
So we stood face-to-face jacking each other off. My precum started. He told me to hold off and slowed his jacking. I started working his boishaft faster. He was catching up. He resumed stroking me. He said, “I’m ready.” I nodded I was ready too. I grunted and went, “Mmmph.” I shot first, but he was shooting his wad right after. He was breathing heavi-ly and yelled, “Cumming.” Not as much as went down my throat, but the same beautiful, pure white juice. We shot on each other’s pube hair. I saturated his boibush.
We wiped each other off as best as we could. He thanked me. I thanked him.
I continued to run in the park. I had not seen him until about two weeks later. I was just going to start to run. He was sitting on the same park bench with another guy. They were both sitting on the bench back with their feet on the seat. This guy looked younger than the blond. But, I did not come up to them. If this guy was straight I was not going to expose him. I act/talk straight. But, if this guy wanted discretion I was not going to upset that.
I walked a good distance in front of the bench. But, the blond called out to me. “Hey, I want you to meet my team-mate.” I walked over. We greeted each other. His buddy was a bit shorter, fiery red hair, freckles, smooth as silk and a long distance runner’s body. I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I decided to let the blond take the lead.
“He’s on the cross country team. He wasn’t here at the last practice. His legs are as strong as mine. Go ahead and try to squeeze his leg.”
I reached over with both hands and grasped his calves. Yes, I told them, they were like rocks. The blond told me, “No, I meant his thighs, like you did mine.”
So, I slipped my hands up to his thighs. As I did this the redhead spread his legs wide. His legs were smooth, but also total muscle. Through the gap in his shorts around the thigh I could see his bulge inside of his briefs. I was letting go of the boy’s thighs, but the blond said, “No, check his whole thighs out. All the way up.”
I looked at the blond with a question on my face. He looked straight back, smiled and nodded his head. So, I gradually slid my hands up the redhead boy’s thighs. Slowly. As I reached the crease between his thigh and his crotch, he brought both his legs together pinning my hands and I could feel his boisac and a part of his cock.
The blond asked, “Would it be cool if we…” He circled his finger at me, his friend and himself. I nodded. So, we fol-lowed the same path and at the same spot we stopped. The blond started taking his shirt off. I looked at the redhead. He stared at his friend. The blond stripped off his shorts. He stood in his briefs. He walked over to me, put a hand on each shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I placed a hand inside each side of the waistband of his underpants. I leaned forward and playfully bit his cock through the fabric of his underpants.
The redhead moved around to our sides to get a better view. I glanced up. His eyes were wide open. His lips were part-ed. He licked his lips.
I started licking the blond boy's navel and licked down as I lowered his briefs. I licked his yellow blond pubes. His cock popped out of his underpants. I took my tongue and started to lick the base of his cock near his boisac and slowly made my way up to his tip. "Oh man, that feels so good."
While I was licking, I looked over at the redhead. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts. I motioned with my head for him to come over. He walked over next to his friend. I reached towards his crotch. He moved his hand away and pushed out his crotch. I took the back of my hand and lightly brushed his cock as it was pressing against his shorts. Hard. I took my hand and reached up his shorts. I slipped my hand inside his underpants. I rubbed my fingertips against his boisac. Smooth. I reached further and grasped his cock. I thumbed the tip of his cock. Precum. And a lot of it. I removed my hand and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and underpants. His cock popped out while I pulled them down to his knees. I put my hand on his hip and pushed him so he was side by side with his friend.
I took both boys' cocks in my mouth. Sweet tasting. I took the middle finger of each hand and started to work them into each of the boipussies. They were both tiger, but I was ultimately getting both fingers all the way in.
The redhead started breathing loudly. He started moaning. "I... I... oh, it's really close." I took the blond's cock out of my mouth and started deep throating the redhead. I started rapidly finger-fucking his pinkness. That's all it took. He arched his back and tilted his head back. He yelled out, "I'm cumming!" With that he started shooting his dairy fresh cream down my throat. He was grunting with every thrust of his pelvis. Then he was spent.
He leaned forward. His cock was still in my mouth. He draped his body over me and hugged me. He didn't release his arms for a couple of minutes. He looked at his friend who was keeping himself hard masturbating. "I didn't know it would be this good. This is way better than jacking."
The blond moved over and stuck his cock inside my mouth. I started deep throating and finger-fucking him. He was ready. Gasping, "Oh, oh, here it cums. Here it cums!" With each thrust of his pelvis, I would shove my finger in his pink pussy as far as it would go. He shot thick wads of boicream against the back of my throat. Sweetness. He kept thrusting until he was drained.
I swallowed the last of the cream. I looked at both of them. I asked if they liked being finger-fucked. They both nod-ded. I pointed to my own bulge. I told them I knew they weren't gay, and I would never tell anyone, but if they liked my fingers why not try my cock.
The redhead looked at the blond inquiringly. The blond nodded. I positioned each one side by side.
I got down on my knees. I started to rim each one. I reached around each one and felt their cocks getting full. Both panted as I kept going deeper in with my tongue. It didn’t take long to get them ready.
I started with the blond. I wet my tip and began to rub my head around his rim. I heard him suck in air. I pushed in. Just the head. He sucked in air again. I slowly inserted my manhood inside of his boipussy until I was all the way in. His body shuddered. He gave a cry, “Oh!” I stayed like that until he got used to the feeling. The redhead was watching every move.
I pulled back most of the way. His sphincter relaxed. I moved right back in and started a slow fuck. He moaned and sucked in air alternately. I picked up the pace. He started to move his boicheeks in harmony. I looked over at the red-head; he was hard.
The blonde’s skin was covered in sweat. His cock was hard. I asked the redhead if he was ready. He nodded. I pulled out of the blonde. The blonde was breathing heavily.
I got behind the freckled redhead. I pushed against his back to bend him over. My cock was wet with the juice from the blonde. I played around the redhead’s boipussy with my head. I started to push in. His butt was tighter. I pulled out and then went back in again, a little deeper. He spread his legs wide. I pushed in deep this time. He caught his breath. He didn’t cry.
I started pumping. With each plunge he grunted, “uh, uh, uh.” Seeing my cock go inside between the sweet, smooth buttcheeks was too much. I started grunting hard. The blonde was jacking in front of the redhead. I felt it deep inside of me. With each thrust I shot a wad of thick, white cream. The redhead was panting and moaning. He stared straight at his friend’s cock. The blonde started to shoot. The shots splashed against the redhead’s freckled face. My cum was pushing out of the redhead’s boipussy.
I was finished. Pulled out. The redhead tried to stand up straight, but couldn’t. His legs were too wobbly. So, I held him around the waist. I told him to crouch down. He did. I told him to push out my cum. A nice stream of white shot down to the ground.
I met them a few times more.
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I hated Halloween. When I bought my house three years ago it never occurred to me to think what the neighborhood was like Halloween night. I’d lived for years in an apartment on the edge of campus. There was never any trick-or-treating. The house I bought was just four blocks away from campus but it might as well have been in another universe.
I bought the house because I wanted a garden and more room to host small seminars for my students. A philosophy professor, I enjoyed having thoughtful discussions with visiting professors and my students in an informal setting. The house I bought had a spacious living room which looked out into a lovely garden. It was perfect setting for these seminars.
I moved in October 1, 2008, and was still unpacking and getting things just so when the doorbell started ringing non stop that Halloween night. It actually started late in the afternoon. No one had warned me of the deluge of nasty, ill-behaved, miscreant little people that swarmed through the neighborhood like a Biblical plague. The greedy little bastards quickly cleaned me out of any sweets I had. I locked my door at 6:15 pm, turned off all the lights and hid in my bedroom. When I woke up the next morning my front yard was littered with streams of toilet paper the nasty bastards had flung over everything.
The next year I was prepared. I had a fence and gate installed and just for the night, I borrowed two Dobermans from a friend. Any little ones who dared ventured up my unlit walkway to the gate were quickly running for their lives when they heard the two Dobermans snarling at them from behind the gate.The following year I did without the Dobermans. It only took that one time to set a reputation as a very scary house. The little ones stayed far away. Nevertheless, I made sure to turn off all the lights in the front of the house Halloween night.
After a soothing bath, I put on a robe, and was nestled in my comfortable reading chair browsing through a collection of recently published philosophy books when the doorbell rang. I ignored it. It rang again. A loud knock on the door followed. I ignored it. There was a louder knock followed by an even louder pounding. “God damn it!” I yelled. I got out of my chair and stomped to the doorway. When I opened it up there stood one of my students, Douglas Channing. He was dressed in a red cape. Devil horns sprouted from his head. He’d painted his skin red and when he saw me he let out a fiendish laugh and ripped his cape wide open. He was practically naked. A devil mask barely covered his essentials.
“I’ve got a special treat for you, Professor Hawkins!” my student proclaimed with a devilish grin. “Channing? Douglas Channing?” I gasped. “What the hell?” The young man just barged in. He tossed his cape onto the floor, slammed the door shut behind him, and pushed me all the way back to my bedroom. This was not the Douglas Channing I knew from class. One of my better students, young, debonair Mr. Channing wrote the most thoughtful papers. He actually read the books I assigned. He could carry on a meaningful discussion. And he was very good eye candy. Whenever teaching become tedious, I just had to settle my eyes on his handsome face for a minute to remind me why I enjoyed teaching young men so much.
“Ready for your treat, Professor?” Douglas asked rather firmly. He groped himself obscenely and with a deft flip of his hand, he snapped the devil mask off his crotch and flung out an erection that made my mouth pop open. “Oh, God!” I cried. Douglas just laughed. He grabbed my robe and yanked it off me. I tried to cover my sudden nakedness but my dick had ballooned instantly and it was impossible to hide. Douglas smiled and pushed me down to my knees. I was impressed with how my student took charge of the situation. I thought about things too much. I was all talk and no action. When confronted with a man of action, I was powerless.
“That’s more like it old man,” Douglas snarled. “You’re gonna open your mouth and take your treat like a good little boy, you hear!” he demanded. “Yes, sir,” I meekly said. He looked down into my face with eyes that burned with unfathomable desire. Douglas tapped the tip of his cock against my dry lips. His flesh was hot and heavy. I licked my lips to moisten them and tasted the energy flowing from his cock. How did he know I was dying to taste this part of him? Had my stares in class been so obvious?
Douglas pushed his cock into my mouth. Saliva poured out of my glands, coating the young man’s meat and making it glide all the way to the back of my throat. “That’s a good boy,” Douglas moaned. “Suck my lollipop kid and I’ll give you a good treat!” I was thirty years older than the young man. Yet being called a kid by him made my dick throb. Precum poured out of my cock, coating my dick head. I grabbed my cock and thrust my crotch forward. I wanted the young man to know how turned on I was by his forcefulness. “Little boy likes my candy, huh?” he growled. “Suck it harder, boy,” he demanded. “Show Daddy how much you like his cock.”
Oh, God! He called himself Daddy! What was it going to be like lecturing this young man in class tomorrow? What was my dick going to do inside my dress slacks when he walked into class? It was going to jut down my briefs and poke against my slacks. It was going to throb so violently inside my slacks that everyone could see the length and shape of my entire cock. Douglas grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face tight against his crotch. He buried my nose in his thick bush. The tangy aroma of his sweaty crotch penetrated my nostrils. His cock head plugged the back of my throat. I could barely breathe. I could have died that instant and not regretted a moment of my life. Having Douglas Channing’s pounding, juicy cock down my throat was that satisfying. “Take it, boy,” Douglas moaned. “Feed on Daddy’s cock, son. Suck it. Suck it!” he cried. I pounded my own cock with my right hand as I clung to his bare buttocks with my left. His buttocks were hard and trembling. I felt the spasms of ecstasy uncurling inside his flesh. I plunged my fingers into his butt crack and teased his butt hole. Douglas let out whimper when I popped a fingertip into his tight, hot asshole. He squeezed my head with his hands and fucked my face hard. Thick wads of precum flowed down my throat. The sweet syrup thickened. The first tastes of milky cum coated my tonsils. I felt his body shaking. He started panting. His fingers tore into my hair. Douglas Channing let out a cry and flooded my throat with rich, hot spunk. Full of vitality and rich vitamins, the young man’s essence caused me to explode with a furry I hadn’t experienced in years.
When the young man pulled out, I was amazed at how thick his cum was. A big wad clung to his cock head. He held it just above my wet lips. With a warm smile, he smeared that cum wad onto my lips and then pushed it into my mouth with his finger.
“God, you’re a handsome man, Professor,” Douglas said. “I’ve been wanting to fuck that sweet face of yours from the first day I saw you.”
His confession took me by surprise. “Handsome? You think I’m handsome?” I asked softly. “You’re gorgeous,” Douglas said with a warm smile as he bent down to give me a kiss. His lips touched my lips so lightly they practically hovered over mine. Slowly he pressed his lips more firmly against mine until they locked. His tongue punctured my mouth and fished deeply inside mine, tasting my saliva and the slick remains of hiscopious load.
As he kissed me, Douglas reached for my cock. It was coated with cum and still rock hard. As he kissed me deeply, he pumped my cock, making me shudder. He pressed his cock against mine and pumped them together. Our two shafts melted into one excited spear. The young man was more experienced than I was at this. He must have grown up being sexually active. Shy and hesitant to initiate action, my sexual encounter were few. I was like putty in this young man’s hands. Douglas pulled our bodies close together. His hand slid up and down our joined cocks as he kept kissing me. His movements slowed as we kissed. The slower he went, the more intensely I felt it. I could feel his shaft tightening against mine.
My head started to spin. The pleasure was so intense I felt dizzy. Douglas kept kissing me, breathing into my mouth, exploring my tongue and mouth with his. I felt his precum flowing onto my cock head. I was draining too. I needed release. My testicles clung to my shaft. Our bodies jerked in unison. Cum flooded out of our cocks at the same time. Douglas pulled his face off mine to look down to see our cock heads ejecting semen together. “Nice, man,” he said. “Love it.” He dove down and lapped up the cum off my dick. “Tasty,” he proclaimed. “We’ve got good chemistry, Professor,” he told me.
My student gave me a profound hug. He got up, fetched his cape and left me happy and befuddled. He also left me his devil mask. The next day I hung it on the wall in the living room. It would be a pleasantthing to gaze at when I got too caught up in my seminars.
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