A Long, Smooth Run
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The sun was midway up and the temperature was already in the mid-80s. The sky was a perfect, endless blue and there was no wind on that hot July day. I looked down the long, clear road, marveling at its perfection. Almost three-quarters of a mile of perfect, dry, clean asphalt, just redone and butter smooth. And it was all mine. I tightened the Velcro on my slide gloves, adjusted the strap on my helmet and felt the foam inside squish a bit, having soaked up my sweat from the first two runs. My knee and elbow pads were secure and I took one more look around for cars before I stepped onto my longboard and pushed off, dropping into a speed crouch almost as soon as both of my feet were on the board.
I picked up speed at an amazing pace and soon the road became a blur as I moved up to almost 40 mph as the hill began to level halfway down. I focused on the feeling of speed, the wind cooling my sweat-soaked body and whistling in my ears. Finally, as my lower back began to ache, I carefully stood up and began a slow series of carves to scrub off some of the speed as the road leveled and began to angle upwards. After a few more gentle arcs, the board slowed and I dragged a foot to a final stop, my breathing heavy and my heart pounding from the adrenaline. Speed runs were always like this, which was why I only did one every third or forth run, preferring to longer, gentler feel of a carving run, almost like a slalom down the road. I took off the helmet and turned and hopped on the board, allowing gravity to take me on a slow ride down to where I would start my walk back to the top.
I was halfway up the hill when I saw an old Honda Civic pull up behind my motorcycle and wondered who it was. As I got closer, my eyes began to widen at the passenger. He was a little older than me, maybe early to mid-twenties to my 19. He was small, like me, maybe 5’ 5” tops and he was luscious. As he closed the door and came into full view, my cock twitched in my shorts and my mouth went a little dry. He reached into the back seat and came out holding a beautiful high-end longboard much like mine and a well used helmet covered in stickers.
I walked the last 50 feet in a bit of daze as I began to get a view of his face and body and the twitch in my pants began to grow. He had a full long ponytail of lustrous brown hair that matched his beautiful eyes. He wore a pair a very small running shorts and running sneakers and had no shirt on. His body was all smooth curves, tight muscles and a light colored bit of chest hair. He gleamed with sweat in the sun and smiled as I came to him. “Is this a private hill?” he asked, his voice lower than you would have thought and melodious.
“Well, no, although nobody rides it but me,” I said, trying to sound friendly but not starstruck. “It was just repaved about a month ago and it’s really fast,” I added, thinking I’d hate to see him fall and mess up all that physical beauty.
“I saw your last run, you looked amazing,” he said, his admiration genuine. “So, do you mind if I try,” he said, a true gentleman. I nodded my assent and he quickly donned his helmet, walked to the center of the road and stepped onto his board. I gave him about 20 seconds and then started down too, following his smooth carves and admiring the fluid way his body moved as if it was part of the board. He was good; really fucking good. He was obviously experienced because he took my hill like a pro. As we hit the bottom and came to a stop on the upslope, he turned with a huge grin and just laughed. “Omigod, that was like a ride on velvet.” I laughed too, having never heard my hill described quite that way. He stuck out his hand and I quickly pulled my slide glove off and took it. His grip was warm, moist and firm, just like his entire body and my cock began to throb. “I’m Keirin,” he said. “Just moved down from Vancouver.” Well that explained a lot. Vancouver was one of the world’s hot-spots for longboarding and this guy knew his stuff.
“I’m Theo, born and raised around here,” I said, not letting go of his hand and noticing that his grip remained too. He looked into my eyes and the smile got wider and, if I wasn’t crazy, a bit knowing. We finally let go and walked back up the hill and began to compare skate stories, We took a few more runs and talked for awhile and I noticed he liked to move closer to me and brush his hands against my back or my ass as me moved. I was very glad my shorts were baggy because by the time we go the top of the hill after our fourth run, my cock was rock hard. As if he could see this, he turned and nonchalantly whispered in my ear. “I really have to pee, is there a quiet spot around here?”
I gulped and nodded, my cock jumping at the nasty thoughts moving through my mind. I led him up the road and we stopped by his car for a minute. He reached in and grabbed his backpack. We left the boards, helmet, pads and my shirt at the car and I jumped the chain stretched between two posts in an opening in the woods on the left side of the road. I led him down a winding dirt road that was once supposed to be a driveway to a house that never got built. “There you go, total privacy,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t betray my pounding heart and raging erection. He turned and looked me straight in the eye and then he did something I will never forget. He dropped his backpack, kicked his sneakers off and slid his shorts off, standing before me, nude and smiling.
We stood that way for a long, endless minute before he moved off a few feet and arched his back, sticking his cock out in front of him and moaning softly as a huge stream sprang from him and went on for quite awhile. I watched, transfixed, my eyes glued to his tight, tanned ass and his perfectly formed cock and balls. He looked like some statue, but carved from honey brown, tanned wood, not stone. His penis was amazing. It was circumcised, beautifully proportioned and lightly veined. His pubic hair was light brown and looke d soft with droplets of sweat glowing in his bush and on the hairs on his large, pendulous balls. His scrotum hung low and heavy, looking almost too big for his slender frame. His cock was equally large and thick, but not porn-star massive, just more than you would have guessed.
When he finally finished he shook himself a couple times and then turned to me and smiled, now with a truly knowing look in his eye and an invitation. “Don’t you need to pee?” he asked, obviously interested in seeing what I had.
“I can’t,” I said, groaning at the pressure in my crotch.
“No, well, here look,” I said, kicking off my sneakers and stepping out of my shorts, allowing my engorged cock to come into his view in all its glory. It was his turn to look awed. You have to understand that I’m a pretty short guy and while I’m in great shape, my cock, when soft is nothing special. But hard? Well, I’ve got an honest 8 plus inches of thick muscle to share with that special someone and I had certainly met him that day. He stared at my cock and moved towards me slowly before sinking to his knees in front of me, his eyes level with my cock.
He reached a tentative hand out and stroked my tip, rolling his finger in the clear drop of precum that had formed there. He brought his finger to his lips and licked the clear fluid and sighed. Then he gently took my shaft and guided it to his open mouth, taking the first couple inches in, running his tongue under the head and making me moan. His other hand stroked my balls and then moved further back to tickle my sweaty, sensitive hole. I looked down, my eyes half closed and watched as his mouth and hand slid up and down my shaft while one of his fingers slowly slid up inside me.
I began to shake all over and my moaning got louder as I got closer. I could feel it build and then he drove me right over the edge. He trapped my cock in his mouth and began to move his tongue just under the head while his finger slid in and out of me faster and faster. I cried out as the first spasm hit me. My back involuntarily arched, driving me deeper into his mouth. The second spasm hit and I could hear him gulping my fluid as his finger slid from me and the orgasm peaked. I cried out and nearly fell as he sucked and milked the final drops from my cock before he released me and sank back onto the soft ground and looked up at me.
“That was amazing,” I gasped as I lay down next to him, feeling the cool softness of moss and grass on my back. I tuned to him, looked down and nearly fainted. His cock was fully hard, the tip also glistening and I knew, right then, I wanted him inside me. I’m a pretty versatile guy, but right in that moment, all I wanted to do was spread my legs wide and feel him sink deep inside my ass. His cock was shorter than mine by a good two inches, but it was so perfect and thick that I could barely contain my lust. I reached down and stroked him gently and then took him into my mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. After a few more licks, I lay back, lifted my legs high in the air and spread them wide, exposing myself to him. His eyes were hungry as he knelt between my legs and he shook a little as he bent and began to lick my anus, sending shivers through me, making me wet and ready for him.
After he licked me and tongued me until I was hard again, he reached into his backpack and came out with a little disposable pack of lube. He tore the top off and worked some of the cool, slippery gel into me and then spread the rest over his cock until it gleamed wetly in the shafts of sunlight than came down through the trees. I gripped my legs behind the knees and closed my eyes, waiting to feel him. I loved that moment, the anticipation, knowing I was about to be filled by the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen.
He started slow, gently rubbing the head of his cock softly over my hole, sending jolts of pure pleasure though my body. He began to press forward and I felt the resistance give way as his bulbous head parted me and slid inside. I groaned, the pain soft, the pleasure intense. He slipped forward slowly until I felt his heavy, warm balls come to rest against my ass. I opened my eyes and looked up at him and he smiled at me. “You feel so good inside,” he said, his voice a low whisper.
“Your cock was made for me,” I groaned. He began to slowly rotate his hips, pressing himself inside even more deeply. The deep penetration made me break out in a whole body sweat that left me feeling coated in warm oil. His hands began to roam my body, gliding over my ass, my hips, my stomach, before coming to rest on my now flaccid cock. I know some guys stay hard when they get screwed, but I never do. His hands were soft and as he began to stroke me up and down, matching the movement of his cock inside me. I felt like I was floating then, his cock and hands perfectly in synch as he pumped my cock and steadily pounded in and out of my now glowing opening. The heat from his cock inside me spread through my body in waves and I could feel the sweat dripping from every inch of my skin. My cock was now getting hard and I could feel a second orgasm slowly beginning to build deep inside me as his movements quickened. His breathing began to come in pants and gasps and I felt his body against me becoming tense. I couldn’t wait to feel him cum inside me and just the thought of that hot fluid filling me up made me harder.
“Do it, come inside me,” I gasped, feeling my own cock begin to tense. He groaned deep in his chest and his movements became frenzied. His hand was now a vice around my shaft, jerking up and down in a blur and his cock was slamming into me as his thighs hit mine with a moist smack at each thrust. “I’m coming,” I groaned as I felt my body tense and then release, the first jet spraying from me and landing on my chest. My ass clenched and it must have triggered him because I felt him slam into me and grind his hips against my ass as he cried out and came. My insides became molten as he filled me until it began to drip out and down my ass. At the same time, I continued to come, covering my chest and stomach in large globs of thick cream.
Finally, with a sigh, he stopped moving, his hand loosening on my cock and his shaft beginning to shrink inside me. I slowly lowered my legs to the ground, my arms and thighs grateful for the release and I felt him slowly pull out and slump over beside me, panting, covered in sweat, his cock still oozing cum and glistening with lube. I breathed deeply, allowing the cool air to fill me and I waited for my steaming body to come down. My cock lay limply on my stomach in a pool of cum and I turned my head to see his cock finally go limp in a similar puddle. I think if I wasn’t so wasted, I would have rolled over and licked the fluid from his body, but at that moment, I couldn’t move.
We lay like that for a few minutes, our bodies cooling down and the world around us quiet except for a bird off in the distance. I sat up after a few minutes and felt his cum dripping down my ass, the fluid thin and cool on my drying skin. It was the most delicious feeling of all; having someone’s cum slowly leave your sore, well loved ass and slide down between your cheeks. I stood, closing my eyes and feeling the cum slide down my inner thighs. “We’re a mess,” he said. I opened my eyes and he was standing in front of me, grass in his hair, his cock sticky and dripping, his ass muddy. He pulled a bag out of his backpack and peeled off several baby wipes and handed them to me before taking a few for himself.
I moved off behind a tree to pee and clean myself up in private, making some progress before emerging to find him standing in the sunny clearing, combing our his long hair, still nude, but now cleaner. “How about you follow me home and we take a nice long shower,” he said. How could I say no? We threw our stuff into his car and I hopped on my motorcycle and followed him to a small house set outside the village I lived in. He led me into a large, light bathroom, stripped me naked and then we climbed into the shower and spent some serious time getting clean before we crawled into his king size bed and got messy all over again.
That was pretty much it for that summer. We skated, we made love, we fell in love and then I went back to college and he worked. I saw him at every vacation and after I graduated, I moved in with him. We still love to go back to that spot in the woods every summer though. It’s a great place to get back to nature although these days, we usually bring a blanket.
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