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Track Mates (runawayninja x neonhigh

runawayninja

runawayninja

Supernova
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Apr 29, 2010
David stepped out of the college's dressing room, the old college he used to attend and run at. He started to do some stretching for the run ahead. He had only taken his son out here a few times, but his son appeared to have a natural talent for it, especially with his long legs. Much like his father.

Truth be told when his young wife had passed away, David was at first overcome with distraught and grief. She had been such a perfect match for him, not only mentally and emotionally, but sexually, he was convinced he'd never find such a partner again. Then his grief turned to sexual frustration. She had helped to contain and tame the animal in him, mostly by him unleashing it upon her, but now his libido was active and sought distraction. He had fucked some young boys and girls at clubs, sometimes ones he met here at the college, sometimes elsewhere, but he still sought diversion.

David was a good looking guy for his age. Tall and athletic from many years of track with a slender but muscled body, short, neatly kept silvery platinum blond hair, and bright, intelligent green eyes that could either be kind and compassionate, or cruel and lustful. He was a hard dom and always on the look for another sexual playmate. He liked younger ones, teens or early twenties.
 
Noah sighed gently as he slowly turned himself around, his supple body shifting to where his bright, vibrant green eyes were capable of spotting his rather studly father exitting the changing rooms of the college that, from the almost mentally deranged way his father spoke about it, he was assured in himself he would be going in a few short years. His soft, silvery-blonde hair sat tight upon his neck, styled into a sort of roman curl.

The fifteen-year-old chuckled gently as his father jogged his way out of the entrance cavity, Noah rolled his eyes lightly at the high-hemmed, seventies-worn college shorts his father wore. They didn't exactly leave anything to the imagination, as if that were a bad thing! His own attire did similar, shorts two sizes too small made his backside burst out, as if it needed any encouragement, and a baby blue v-neck tee that seemed to be almost see through, and showed off the teens feminine curves, lightly muscled for a little flavah.

'Hm. Seems Ol' Daddy doesn't have much of a sense of shame' he whispered under his breath as he pushed off form his roman emperor-esque slouch and slid himself up to where he could then toddle on down the stairs of the stadium where he sat to meet his father. "Took you long enough~" he teased lightly, before suddenly twisting around and starting off at a good speed, leaping his way over a hurdle he had set up. "Try and catch me up this time, Old man!" he chuckled, turning to wink at his father.
 
David grinned as he saw his boy taking off already like an over-eager adolescent. "Don't forget who's been doing this for over a decade!" He said as he sprinted off after him. He tried not to focus on his son's soft, supple, girlie ass that showed every once and awhile through the gym shorts. They certainly didn't leave much to be desired.

Noah had worried him at some points. Noah certainly didn't appear very masculine or even boyish. And Noah took to some feminine ways at times, not that David was a close-minded type of person, but...having an effeminate son wouldn't be a plus. But Noah's sudden and recent interest in running and track sports had brought them closer in the wake of his wife's death and it seemed to be toughening Noah.

David kept his dark thoughts to himself when he was around his son, it didn't seem natural. Or at least he tried.
 
"One decade!?" Noah began, his face and momental mannerisms making it apparant that he was faking shock, before he finished his comic insult at his masculine father by saying "I would have thought it was at least three or four decades!~ Haha!".

He then seemed to smirk to himself, away from his fathers gaze, as he leapt over another hurdle, turning his body to the right, away from his father. Furthermore, he would slid his right hand to the left, pulling up the crotch of his tight shorts. This would have been rather odd, if it wasn't for what happened next. As he continue to run, the lowest parts of a pair of pale-pink, supple and very pert buttocks slid down between the small crotch-strap of his only underwear, a jock strap.

He whispered a "Got'cha lookin', old man.." to himself as he hurdled over another, and another, until he was halfway through the track. He was teasing his father, it was obvious to basically anyone else who may have been watching, though there was nobody in sight. It just didn't seem his father knew. Oddly, from the back, it didn't even seem he had a jockstrap on, and anyone who wished could see anything on the boys behind.
 
David felt his heart pumping. Was Noah bare?! No strap?! He gritted his teeth and started pushing harder to catch up to him. He tried not to think about those rosy cheeks and the soft feel of those same silky round cheeks of his rear. He snapped out of a daydream he was having of the cutest boy he met last week at a rave club. No. Certainly he'd never think about his own son like that.

Never.

"I'm catching up! Better push it if you don't want me to come and getcha!" He said teasingly.
 
"Fine then, old'en" The boy purred to his father as he too sped up. Both males were a blur, and he smirked as his lean, muscled father approached him. "But on one condition.." he began, eyes opening wide to turn slightly to stare for his father, whilst still making sure he could see the track fully.

"Whoever loses this time..has to jog a lap.." he spoke in a usual, calm, collected tone. If anything, Noah was the intelligent one in the family. He had been from the time he was a child, and always knew how to wrap his big, strong daddy around his teeny tiny girlish fingers. It was far too easy, sometimes.

It was then that, after his little speech had sunk in, he spoke on more word, one that he knew would either make or break his plan, one that he had set into play a month ago, three months after his own mother had passed away. He knew his father needed to get laid, really get his rocks off, and not just a quick fumble as he had. "Naked.."
 
"Are you crazy Noah?! Hell no! We'd be caught and arrested!" He said, stunned his son would suggest such a thing. He narrowed his eyes at Noah firmly. Then he took off at a full-sprint, running faster than Noah had seen him do so. Just like his college years, he would leave the last bit of speed in reserve until he was underestimated. Noah was now, for some reason, a competitor to be blown away.

He had silently accepted Noah's condition as he easily cleared hurdle after hurdle.
 
Noah actually smiled to himself as the events of the past took place. His soft skin shivered gently at the thought of seeing his father in the all-together nude. His cock twitched for a brief moment, before he grunted to himself as he continued to push his body faster, harder, until he was easily keeping up with his older, stronger, and usually faster father.

But, this time, something much stronger than adrenaline was fueling him. His lust made him move. Made his lean muscled body glide across the air, until, suddenly and just a few feet from the end of the track, and toe-to-toe with his father, he spectacularly tripped and fell. It looked all too real, but he knew in himself that he had wanted this all along. He awaited his fathers win, before slowly rising up again, the smirk fading from his face.

When his father turned to spot his downed son, he would see his son, but what he saw might just shock him. Or, turn him on even more. His girlish little boy was completely naked, hands upon his hips, standing there in the middle of the afternoon, and in the middle of a college track. "Aww..you won. Well, I did say.." he purred, a sly smirk appearing upon his soft, girlish lips.
 
Adrenaline, and the bet, now both passed, he sighed and his hands went to his bent knees to support himself as he breathed firmly. He heaved in air as he struggled for another breath. He hadn't done that in a long time. His eyes slowly locked onto the boy, his son. A strange look fixated on him as his voice took on an unusual and surprisingly dark tone that Noah hadn't heard before. "Never squelch on a bet son. Run, boy."
 
Feigning sadness, a mock frown upon his face, Noah slowly began to suanter forwards, his body moving just like Pam-An on Baywatch. He purred gently as he passed his father, just like a kitty-cat. He was hopeing that very soon, he'd be tasting his fathers own special kind of 'cream'.

"Fiine, if I gotta.." he giggled gently as he jogged forwards, his 'spank me' ass and fine, J-Lo esque hips swirving like a hookers, his slim back and soft skin shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. It seemed as if the pretty son was luring his father into his, for lack of a better euphemism, cove of desires

"Mean~" he purred gently as he continued his trotting, eventually repeating the track and coming up behind his father. His body heavily resembled his mothers when she was his age, but with the obvious addition of his fathers well-blessed crotch. It was odd, though, that a fifteen-year-old teen had no body hair, not even the remnants of shaving or waxing.
 
That was it. If there was any doubt now, it was blasted away by this display. David's eyes were locked on Noah's body and doubt was not replaced by resolve. He knew what he was going to do. He let Noah run around a second time, but then David told his son to collect his things quiet as he headed back into the dressing room, moving to the showers.

David turned the showers on, seeing the dressing room was nice and empty. Good. He was about to do something unthinkable.
 
Noah moaned lightly as he heard -that- tone come from his uslla straight-laced, blue-collar Father. It turned him on to no end to hear his father speaking to him like the bad little bitch-boi he really was, deep down inside. He just needed his own father to..prod it out of him.

"Yes Daddy~!" he chuckled lightly, making sure his father heard him. He would remember that when his son was much younger, he was Daddy's Little Boy, and was the daughter his father never had. He would always sit upon his fathers lap, and was sometimes accidently called "My little princess" by his father. Though, in all reality, he loved it.

He picked up his clothing, his bag that he had left upon the side of the track, and then slowly turned to walk in after his father. He really did think he knew what was about to happen, and as such he did not replace his clothing, standing there in the nude, his soft, supple body and long, chubby rod on display.
 
The dressing room appeared empty at first. The showers were on and warm, but no David. Until Noah stepped forward into the showers. David came from behind a corner and pushed Noah up against one of the tile walls, facing the wall. He quickly pinned his arms up above the boy as he started to position himself. "My little princess...you really are..." He whispered low and lustfully as David slowly pushed his huge, throbbing cockhead into the boy, forcing him to take him. Inch after mind-blowing inch pushing into the boy's tight virgin ass.
 
Whistled a cute little tune as he sauntered on into the warm, foggy shower room. It looked just like the shower room at his high school, a place where he had been 'forced' to suck and jerk off a great deal of his class-mates. Yes..forced.

He smirked lightly, only to himself, as he heared the obvious foot-steps of his father behind him, before he was all but tackled against the wall with a shud. "Ugh..shit!" he grunted as the biggest dick he had ever felt, or seen for that matter, forced it's way deep into his tight, wet anal cavity. "So big..ohh..so thick" he whimpered as he slid his hips back up, connecting his backside with his fathers lap.

Then, he showed his families aggressive nature by quickly and smoothly turning on his right hip to pull his father around, so his fathers back was against the large shower wall. His hips bucked, grinding and churning like a two-bit hookah's, but this kid was hundreds of times better than aanyone twice his age. His perfect motions set off his insides, his tight passage massaging the dick that made him. "Oh..d-don't stop, Daddy!~"
 
David gasped and grabbed Noah firmly against him humping him again and again, forcing his huge cock inside of the boy harder and deeper with each thrust. "Y-yes...yes...your dad needs it Noah. C'mon little princess, give it to me..." He said low and lustly, speaking like some kind of hungry animal. His hips spoke of a man that needed it so badly. His erection was throbbing so hard, it felt like it would burst at any moment inside the boy.
 
Noah nodded his head as he slid himself forwards, at first allowing his father complete freedom to slide into him time and again, his fat rod stretching his near-virgin passage to the limits with each thrust. It was something that he dare not explain, as he knew he would not be able to decipher the feelings, that wracked his tiny body. Such feelings seemed to be created of every single little orgasm, every single birthday, christmas, kiss-on-the-cheek, hug hello and 'I-Love-You' rolled into one massive pleasure, all of this simply from his fathers sex throbbing inside him.

"Dad..I love you.." he whispered to his fathers, a small smile appearing upon his truly contented face, his fathers warm, strong arms wrapping him up from behind. He slid his hips up with each of his new power-tops thrusts, and down as it exited, giving it enough room to maneuver each bone-jarring, tooth-gritting, eye-watering thrust and no more. He moved his hips like a salsa dancer, so talented and so precise, his firm, fat backside clenching purposely onto the meat inside.
 
He grunted and groaned out like an animal. "Noah...you feel so good...unn, your so tight and soft and warm..." He gasped out as he continued to slam into Noah. He rammed into him again and again, unleashing months of pent up lust on the boy. "Noah...Noah I love you too boy...I love you son." He was lost in a fog of lust, his head flooded with desire and want. He needed this. He needed to have his giant shaft pleasured by a young boy.
 
Noah began to mix up his technique, his own lust and that of his father urged him to release himself and truly let out his inner passion and desire. He shifted his right hip forwards, and pushed his left hip backwards, effectively grinding his butt upon each side of the larger males intensely throbbing, masterfully maneuvered shaft.

It was at this point that he began to do something quite random for the situation. As well as gently shaking his body from side to side, which to the naked eye of himself and his father looked just like he was shivering from intense cold, he began to release a low, stomach-drawn hum. Both of these, after a second or two would actually eventually bring themselves to the shaft hidden deep within the young teen, making it feel like there was a vibration device hidden within the boy, activated with a hum. "Ugh..Daddy..I think I'm gonna.." he gasped, motioning to his thin yet very turgid teen meat.
 
David took hold of his son's big cock and pumped it firmly as he rammed deep into Noah. He slammed harder and harder, gasping out as he felt his orgasm shook through him. He pushed harder and harder into him, ramming deep as he roared out, bursting into his son with his hot, thick, virile seed. His spunk flooded deep into the boy, until it slowly ran down Noah's leg being pushed away by the stream of water.
 
Noah began to mumble, whimper and groan like some dime-store hooker on crack as his father all-but raped his young hole. It seemed the mane had gone momentarily mad, a sex-berserker for the brief period of his orgasm. The boy was trapped against the wall and pounded without any mercy, his tight passage being torn open by the man who made it. "Ohshit-daddy!" he groaned out quick, teeth gritted as he slammed his hips back, his thin six inches of smooth teen-cock firing off four three, four, and then five jets of hot, albeit very clear seed. "O-oh, cumming! Daddy, you're making me cum!!!"
 
He gasped out, pounding into the boy until his cock ceased pumping seed into the boy. He finally let him down, pulling out slowly. He groaned in relief and moved into the stream of the water and took some soap slowly starting to soap up Noah's smooth flesh. "You have to take care of your skin Noah..." He said softly. "It'll stay smooth and soft and you'll remain my little princess..." He smiled and kissed Noah's neck warmly.
 
Noah purred like the cat that got the cream, which in reality he was, as he felt his fathers twitching member deposit ever more of the exact seed that made him. He sighed gently, eyes closing for a moment as he pulled himself backwards, wrapping his fathers arms around him. His own soft, feminine hands sliding atop his fathers, fingers gently tickling his muscled, manly arms.

"Mm. I knew it'd be good, but..that was just amazing. Intense, rough, loving. And well, that fat dick of your always helps." he chuckled, his voice as smooth as melted chocolate and as sweet as sugar. After a moment or two, he pulled his hips forwards ever so slightly, thus pulling his fathers member from himself and then turned to face the man, wrapping his thin, pale arms around the big males hips.

"So..what now then, hmm?~"
 
"Umm..." He thought for a moment as he cleaned off. "Why don't I pick us up some good food, would you like that? I'll rent some movies for us too." He smiled as thoughts entered his head. "What do you say, that sound good?"

Once they had dried off, he started dressing in his normal clothes, some jean shorts and a black tee. He smiled at young Noah. Something seemed sneaky about that boy.
 
Noah smiled up at his father, young eyes shimmering with what looked like lust. Though, it was obvious to him that his son was planning something. "Mhm, sounds great Dad!" The Boy purred like a cat on heat as he gently nuzzled his own nose against his fathers nose, before then lightly but quite lovingly kissed the large man directly upon his lips. He then smirked the same smirk as he had before, before nodding his head towards the door.

"I'll meet you at home later. I've got a..surprise for you~" He chuckled, hips swinging as he turned to pop on the shower behind him, stemping in to sadly wash off the musk and sweat his father had placed upon him during their first and most amazing fuck of his young, horny little life. He moaned lightly as the steaming hot water hit his worn, used body. Still, his little plan was going to continue, and his father was going to have an even hotter time when he got home. He turned and waited for his father to leave before drying himself, dressing and exiting the area for home also. He just had one stop, and then he was home hours before Daddy..
 
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