Chasing The Finish Line

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Chasing the Finish Line

This is a nostalgic tale from 1980's. An era with no cell phones, just Walkmans and mixtapes.

Danny Harper, a high school senior and cross-country runner, meets his muse. This is a journey as he navigates desire, team spirit, and the thrill of pushing limits. Expect a mix of steamy encounters, heartfelt camaraderie, and a bittersweet coming-of-age arc.

By Sinfantasy

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Chapter One: Starting Line

The end of September brought a crisp, sharp air. It smelled of fresh-cut grass and a hint of sweat. Lincoln High's cross-country course was no joke. Two miles of twisty dirt trails and hills really made your legs burn and lungs ache.

I am Danny Harper, an eighteen-year-old senior, all gangly arms and legs. My dark hair always flopped into my eyes. I was the fastest guy on our co-ed team, but I wasn't one to brag. The team kept big egos in check. For me, running wasn't about trophies. It was about my heart thumping, the blur of the ground, and the world narrowing down to my next step.

We lined up for a practice run. There were twelve of us, all buzzing with energy. Our sneakers dug into the dirt. The sun was setting, painting the field golden. A faint hum of a lawnmower drifted on the breeze. Our new assistant coach, Ms. Lauren Tate, stood with her clipboard. Her auburn hair shone like a sunset in the light. She was Twenty Seven, fresh out of grad school from Ohio State. She had a runner's build, lean and strong. Her legs looked like they could outrun a hurricane. Her black shorts and tight Lincoln High tee showed off toned thighs. They also showed just enough curves to make my heart race.

Mike, my best friend, kept elbowing me, nodding towards her. Sarah, our fastest girl, watched her with a fascinated stare. Everyone seemed a little captivated. Me? I tried so hard to act cool. But every time her bright green eyes glanced my way, my stomach did flips.

"Alright, team!" Lauren's voice cut through our chatter. It was clear and warm. "Two miles, full gas, no slacking. Regionals are three weeks out. Jefferson's not getting our spot again. Got it?"

"Yay Team!" we yelled. Our cheesy chant echoed across the field. Lauren's grin was contagious. Her eyes sparkled like she was in on the joke. She blew her whistle. We were off, elbows bumping, sneakers pounding.

I quickly found my rhythm. My legs were loose, my breathing steady. Running was my escape. The world melted away. Only my pulse and the dirt under my feet remained. Behind me, Mike, my best friend and the team loudmouth, was huffing. "Whoa, Harper, setting a new record or something? Give us a break!"

Sarah, our fastest girl, cackled. Her ponytail swung. "Toughen up, Mike, or I'll lap you!"

I grinned and pushed harder. Lauren was watching from the sidelines. I wanted her to see me fly.

I crossed the finish line first, ten seconds ahead of Sarah. My lungs screamed, but the rush was incredible. Lauren was there with a stopwatch in hand. Her hair seemed to shimmer in the fading light. Her gaze held mine as I finished. My heart tripped. It wasn't just from the run. "Nice one, Danny," she said, writing on her clipboard. "Two seconds faster than last week. You're our ace for regionals."

"Thanks, Coach," I said. I tried to sound chill. I was sweating a lot. Her smile made my knees weak. Her green eyes seemed to see right through me. I looked away quickly. I didn't want to stare and make it awkward.

We collapsed onto the grass for stretches. We traded silly jokes while groaning through Lauren's routine. "Hamstrings, people! Don't half-ass it!" she called.

She dropped into a lunge. Her shorts rode up. They showed a smooth thigh with a few freckles. My eyes wandered.

Sarah, stretching next to me, smirked. "Eyes on the grass, Harper, or you'll pull something."

Mike snorted. "Yeah, like his heart." I flipped them off. My face felt hot.

Sarah laughed. "Don't choke at regionals drooling over Coach Blaze."

"Shut up," I said, grinning.

They started calling her "Coach Blaze" on the first day. It was because of her hair. And the way she pushed us with that killer smile. I didn't mind the hard work. The way she commanded the field, confident and easy, had me hooked.

Lauren clapped to end practice. We yelled "Yay Team!" while grabbing water and bags. I hung back. I messed with my laces like an idiot, hoping for a moment alone with her.

She was by the equipment shed. She was stacking cones. She hummed what I swore was Springsteen's "Born to Run." My Walkman had "Master of Puppets" loaded. But her taste was pretty cool. I grabbed a water bottle and jogged over. My heart pounded harder than it did on the course.

"Need a hand, Coach?" I asked. I held up the bottle like a total dork.

She turned, wiping her brow. Her grin hit me like a tidal wave. "Already sucking up, Harper? Alright, stack those cones in the shed."

I followed her into the cramped, dusty shed. The air was thick with old gym sock smells. We worked in silence. But it felt charged. Like the calm before a storm. She brushed past me to reach a shelf. Her arm grazed mine. It was warm and quick. Her fresh peppermint shampoo filled my senses. I froze. My breath caught in my throat. Her fingers lingered near mine for a second. I caught a tiny flash in her eyes. Then she stepped back. She shoved a cone into place like nothing happened.

"You're quiet," she said. Her tone was light. But her eyes were curious. "Something up?"

"Just focused," I lied. My voice cracked.

She raised an eyebrow.

"You ran at Ohio State, right? Were you fast?" I scrambled.

Her laugh hit me like a shot of adrenaline, warm and deep. "Fast enough for medals, not nationals. Why? Think you could take me?"

"Maybe," I said, grinning.

I felt bolder than I should have. Her eyes held mine. A flicker of something daring was in them. Then she shook her head. It was like she was shaking off a stray thought.

"Keep dreaming, Danny. You've got enough to chase out there."

She handed me the last cone. Her fingers brushed mine. They were warm and quick. Her smile lingered. It was playful. Like she knew she was messing with my head.

As she turned, she said, almost too casually, "New town, new job... it's a lot." Her voice softened.

It was like she was letting me see something real. Then she shrugged it off and walked out. She left me wondering what was behind that.

***

That night, I lay sprawled on my bed. "Master of Puppets" blasted through my Walkman. I stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. They had been there since I was a kid.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. Those green eyes. The way her shorts hugged her hips. That electric touch in the shed.

She was my coach and nine years my senior. She probably had a grad school boyfriend. My barely legal brain didn't care. Lauren Tate was everything. Her laugh, her confidence, the way she saw me. It was a high I couldn't shake.

***

At the next practice, I ran harder. Part to impress her and part to burn off the fire in my gut. Halfway up a killer hill sprint, my calf cramped up. Pain shot through me, and I dropped to one knee, grunting.

Lauren was there in a flash. She knelt beside me. Her hands were steady on my leg. "Easy, Danny, don't move," she said.

Her fingers worked the muscle. They were firm but gentle. Her touch was all business, but it sent sparks through me. I prayed my shorts hid what was happening. Her shimmering hair brushed my knee. Her fresh peppermint scent hit me hard.

"Breathe," she murmured, her voice softer now, almost too intimate for the open field. Her breath grazed my ear as she leaned closer, adjusting her grip to work the cramp. "You're way too tense, Danny."

Lauren's hands slid upward to the edge of my thigh as she guided my leg into a stretch. Her fingers lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary. Her warmth seared through the thin fabric of my shorts. My body betrayed me before I could stop it. A sudden, uncomfortable tightness in my shorts made me shift again. I tried to angle my hips to hide the obvious bulge straining against my shorts. The movement was too abrupt, a clumsy attempt to adjust myself. It only drew her eyes to the embarrassing tent I was failing to conceal.

Her gaze flicked downward for a split second. A faint flush bloomed across her cheeks. She bit her lip, stifling a laugh, and quickly looked away. Her hands retreated to the safer territory of my calf. "Sorry, I... didn't mean to..." she stammered.

"It's okay," I mumbled. My face burned hotter than hers. I wanted to make myself disappear if I could. My heart pounded so fiercely I thought it might burst.

She stood, brushing her hands on her shorts. She gave my shoulder a quick pat. It was like she was testing something or maybe steadying herself. "Gotta keep my star runner in one piece," she said. Her smile suggested she meant something more, but I couldn't be sure. "Walk it off. You're done for today."

I hobbled to the sidelines. I watched her jog back. Her ponytail swung. Her stride was smooth.

Mike jogged up, grinning like an idiot. "Dude, you're toast. Coach Blaze's got you running laps in your brain."

"Shut it," I said, laughing louder than I meant to.

The team's "Yay Team!" chant rang out as practice ended. I joined in, my voice carrying across the field.

Lauren glanced at me. I swore she winked. A quick, playful flash that set my heart off again.

***

A week later, Lauren announced a team-building strategy session. It was to go over race splits and regional goals. She paired us up. One person was absent from the team, and we were in odd numbers. Since I was the fastest, I ended up pairing with her.

"Danny, you're with me," she said. Her voice was chill, but her eyes lingered a beat too long.

The team hooted. Mike muttered, "Teacher's pet."

I ignored him. My heart was already in a full sprint.

We met in the equipment shed after practice. It was the same dusty, cramped space. Now it was stuffed with clipboards and water bottles. The team was scattered outside. That left us alone.

Lauren sat on a stack of mats. Her legs were crossed. Her black shorts rode up to show a freckled thigh. She patted the spot next to her. I sat down. My pulse hammered. The air was thick with her sweet peppermint scent.

"Let's check your splits," she said and leaned closer. Her shoulder brushed mine, hair grazing my arm. It was a soft and distracting feeling.

"You're crushing the flats but dragging on hills. We gotta build your strength." Her hand landed on my knee.

My breath caught as I tried to hide the stirring erection in my shorts. "Yeah, hills suck," I said roughly.

Her smile was slow, like she knew exactly what was up. Her hand slid up an inch. My skin was on fire.

"You're strong, Danny," she said. Her green eyes looked right through me. "You just gotta... let go."

Her fingers squeezed my inner thigh. The air was buzzing with anticipation. Before I could respond, she removed her hand and leaned back. Her gaze lingered on mine as if she was daring me on.

Mike's laugh cut through from outside. It was loud and annoying. Lauren glanced at the door. Her brow furrowed for a split second, and then she looked back at me. Her look was almost wild.

"We've got a minute," she whispered. She stood and brushed past me. Her hip grazed my shoulder as she locked the door. The soft click sounded like thunder. She turned. Her eyes bored into me.

"Danny," she stepped closer. Her body was inches away from me. I could feel the heat radiating from her. "You've been... distracted." Her hand landed on my chest. Her fingers were over my racing heart. They were firm but teasing. "Anything I can help with?"

I swallowed hard. "You're the problem, Coach," I said. My tone was half-laughing, but it failed to hide my desperation.

Her laugh was soft and warm. Her thigh brushed mine as she closed the gap. Her sweet peppermint scent was overwhelming.

"Good to know," she murmured. Her hand slid down over my shorts. Her fingers grazed my bulge from above the fabric.

My body betrayed me as my cock twitched at her touch.

"You need all your focus for regionals," she said. Her eyes were teasing. "Can't have you this... tense."

Her fingers traced the length of my erection. It was slow and deliberate. It sent a shock through me. I froze. My mind was blank, my body on fire.

"Coach..." I started. My voice cracked.

She put a finger to my lips. "Shh," she whispered. Her eyes locked on mine. They were mischievous and confident.

She knelt down in a smooth motion. She tugged my shorts down to free my cock. Her fingers wrapped around my length. Her grip was warm and steady.

"Nice," she whispered. "All gangly, just like you." Her eyes flicked up. A teasing smile curled on her lips. "First time like this, huh?"

I nodded, speechless. Her touch was electric. I gripped the mat as her tongue flicked the tip of my cock.

My cock twitched in response. The jolt made my cock hit her nose. We both giggled at that.

"Relax," she murmured. Her breath was hot against my skin. Her lips closed around my cockhead. Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue moved slowly and teasingly across my bulbous head.

I bit my lip to stay quiet. We could hear the team's faint chatter from the outside. The risk made every sensation feel insane.

She pulled back from my cock. Her hand stroked my length from base to tip. The touch was firm and confident. Her eyes never left mine.

"I feel your eyes, Danny. I feel your burning need," she purred. "Let me help."

She kissed my thighs and trailed higher. Her tongue ran along my ball sack. The sweat did not bother her. Infant, she liked the youthful muscularity.

She looked at me and opened her mouth wide. My cock dispersed in her mouth slowly. My length was no challenge for her as she took me deep.

Her mouth was incredible. I felt the tightness of her throat as my cockhead slid deeper.

Her hand cupped my balls. Her touch was gentle but firm. She rolled my balls like marbles in her hand. The sweet pain only heightened my pleasure.

She tugged at my balls lightly, making me gasp. The heat of her mouth was driving we wild. Her nose pressed on my pubic bone. Her hair swayed wildly as she bobbed her head. It was too much for someone like me getting his cock worshiped for the first time.

"Lauren... damn..." I whispered. My glutes clenched. My muscles felt taut like strings.

She hummed around my cock. The vibrations in her throat wrecked me.

I lost it, hard. My vision blurred. She didn't stop.

Her lips were steady, but her tongue was rolling over my length. Her throat tightened around my cockhead. She took it all while moaning softly.

That satisfied sound that spun my head. My ejaculation went on and on until I lost the sense of my being. It was nirvana.

She eased back when I returned to the world of the living. She licked her lips with a sly smile. Her green eyes studied me. "Better?" she asked. Her nails continued to scrape my inner thighs, sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded with a shaky head. "Yeah... wow. Sorry, that was... quick."

She laughed and stood up. The hem of her shorts showed a peek of red lace as she brushed her hands against them. "No sorry, Danny. You're eighteen. You'll learn." She winked.

It was a playful and warm gesture that made my chest tight.

"Now you owe me, star runner." Her voice teased. Her eyes flicked to my lips. "Think you can handle it?"

I swallowed hard. "What do you want, Coach?" I asked. I felt bolder as I stepped closer to her.

She grinned slyly and leaned against the stand. The moment was weirdly sweet, but we did not have much time. "Maybe later, but this stays here," she said. "Not a word. Now, dress up."

"Got it," I said as I pulled up my shorts. My head was spinning.

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and opened the door. The team's noise flooded in.

She called, "Alright, Harper, splits again!" like nothing had happened.

I followed on my wobbly legs. The feel of her lips against my cheek still lingered.

Mike yelled, "What, planning a takeover in there?"

I laughed. Lauren's quick glance told me this was just the start.

***

Chapter Two: Breaking Stride

October arrived with heavy, gray skies, and the world seemed to be sulking. Lincoln High's cross-country trails turned into a muddy mess. My sneakers kept slipping, my legs burned, and my lungs screamed.

Lauren's voice cut through the cold. "Push, Harper! Find your fire!"

Our team was scrappy, but we had a lot of heart and hustle. Our "Yay Team!" chants echoed like war cries. Coach Blaze had us believing we could beat Jefferson High. She pushed us hard. We did killer hill sprints and fartlek runs that left us gasping.

We laughed over burnt marshmallows at the team bonfire. Mike's puns were terrible as always. Sarah's smirks and sarcasm cut through the noise, but my mind wasn't on the team. I could only think about Lauren. Her radiant hair was like a wildfire in my brain. Her smile messed with my focus.

I was eighteen and had just tasted the pleasure of intimacy. I was a hormonal mess. Lauren Tate was my obsession. Her black tights hugged her runner's thighs as if they were painted on. Her Lincoln High tee clung to her toned body in a way that made my brain short-circuit. I couldn't stop staring when she ran with us. My eyes flickered between her swinging stopwatch and her bouncing curves. "Move, Danny!" Her shout sent my pulse racing.

Lauren was showing a calf stretch. Her tights slid up, revealing freckled skin. My mouth went dry.

Mike caught me staring during stretches one day. "Dude, you're drooling," he grinned.

"Piss off," I muttered. He just laughed.

Lauren was a storm in my head. I was completely caught in it with no will to escape.

It wasn't just her looks that got me hot and bothered. Lauren actually saw me. She would nudge my shoulder during cool-downs. She'd say things like, "You're stronger than you think, Danny." Her bright green eyes would find mine. It felt like more than just coach talk.

I started staying after practice. I'd grab cones or ask about race splits. Anything to steal a minute with her. She never shooed me away. Her gaze sparked something wild in me.

***

One chilly afternoon, she found me at the water cooler. Her windbreaker was unzipped. It showed a strip of toned stomach. That sight hit me hard. "Danny, your stride's solid. Want to smooth it out?" Her eyes had a glint. It was like she was up to something. I was already the fastest on the team. But extra time with Coach Blaze? Absolutely.

"Count me in, Coach," I said. I tried not to grin like an idiot.