This is the last, and longest, of the stories that I had already written prior to joining Lit. I hope you enjoy it, if you do please comment, if you don't, please comment. I have started a new story, straight, that I will be posting soon so please look out for it and let me know what you think.
Thanks,
UKD
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It was wet and it was windy, the only excuse that our PE teacher needed to announce that today's lesson would be the all time favourite... the cross country run.
SHIT! For a class or eighteen year olds this was a form of medieval torture. We all sloped off to the changing rooms, the mood darker than before the announcement was made, to get changed into the appropriate gear -- white t-shirt, white shorts, white socks and white running shoes. Fashion was not an option.
In the changing rooms there were the normal cliques that develop in any group of young men, the sporting types, the nerds, the fatso's, the gay's (although there was no proof to uphold the slur) and then there were people like me, the loners. I was the kind of kid that did not seem to fit in anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I had friends it's just that I used to drift in and out of groups, never really settling with anyone for long.
So, on this wet and windy afternoon I was keeping myself to myself, getting changed in the corner when I happened to look up and saw two of the gay's walking towards each other and then quickly flashing each other their cocks by lowering the fronts of their briefs. At the sight of this I suddenly felt a slight stirring in my own briefs and was surprised to feel an odd fluttering sensation in my stomach. I quickly turned away to hide my discomfort and hoped that they had not noticed me.
Soon after, the teacher called us all to order and had us marching out into the wind and the rain to begin our lesson. I hung back from the throng at the door hoping that no one would notice the slight bulge that had appeared in my shorts and tagged onto the end of the line. Soon enough the line began to break up as the sporty ones took the lead and the teacher chided the others into action. We took off across the playing fields and then onto the public path and up a hill that would lead us onto a footpath across neighbouring farmland and through a small wooded area.
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, thinking about what had happened in the changing rooms and what it meant, that I did not notice that the runners in front of me were the two gay lads. Nor did I notice that they kept glancing around at me and snickering to each other.
Shortly the three of us were well and truly at the back of the line that was heading across the field and the first runners were well out of sight. As we approached the wooded area the runners in front of me left the footpath and headed into the woods, assuming that they were following the pack I followed. As we neared the centre of the woods the runners in front stopped and turned to face me. It was then that I realised whom I was following and my heart thudded into my mouth and I came to a stop.
Without a word passing between them they faced each other and began to kiss, using their hands to explore each other's bodies whilst their tongues explored their mouths. I was in a state of shock, could this really be happening, here, in broad daylight, right in front of me. Obviously it could because it was. Whilst I watched, mouth agape, I again felt the sensations that had assailed me in the changing rooms. My stomach was doing somersaults and my young cock was growing in my briefs.
Suddenly, they stopped kissing and their gaze landed on me. They turned towards me and began to walk in my direction, still not saying a word. As they got closer they separated and David stood in front of me. He fixed me with his hazel eyes and then let them scan my body from head to toe before his face broke into a broad grin.
"I told you" David said to Andrew "I told you he'd be interested, look at the bulge in his shorts."
"OK, so you were right. Now what do we do about it?" asked Andrew looking me up and down.
"About wha...?" I tried to say, but I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything as my mind raced through what I had seen.
"Lets see just how interested he is, shall we?" said David.
Not knowing what they intended to do, I was surprised to see David lift his t-shirt above his head and hang it on a branch revealing his smooth olive toned torso. My head was spinning as I took in this firm stomach, his sinewy arms, dark nipples and his smattering of body hair. This was wild. Against my wishes, my cock leapt in my shorts and pushed at the material restraining it.
"Very interested I'd say," said Andrew as he pointed to my tenting shorts.
David's hand slid to the waistband of his shorts and slowly peeled them and his pants down, revealing a light growth of mousy coloured pubic hair and a smooth, slightly swollen cock. As he nimbly stepped out of his shorts my gaze was fixed on his swinging member, imaging what it would be like t o reach out and touch it, to feel the hot smooth skin in my grasp. My cock twitched again.
"Careful David, I think he's going to blow!" exclaimed Andrew with a degree of glee.
"You never know, he just might," said David cryptically.
I was so transfixed on David that I had not noticed that Andrew had also shed his clothes until he walked up to David and began to kiss his neck. I stood there mesmerised as they began to caress each other, watching in awe as blood started to pump into their cocks.
Soon, David's member was fully erect and Andrew began to stroke it lovingly. As his hand ran up and down the 6inch shaft I noticed glistening spots of precum escaping from his swollen purple head. How I wanted to taste that, to lap it up and delight in the flavour of his youth.
