My running days on a small-town track team

My running days on a small-town track team


Running for our school's track team often involved bursts of excitement, then long periods of quiet as events took place in which we did not participate. On long hot days teammates who were not involved in the next few races found any quiet shady spot to relax and cool down.

This was often under the stands. I was a senior who ran mostly shorter races, 400M and relays. With all the practice I was in great shape, strong, but slender.

Our small school had enough runners to cover most races with men's and women's events often taking turns. Over the past couple of years, the biggest change I have noticed is the girls removing their uniform shirts and cooling down in their sports bras. It was enough to keep a young man energized.

I did not have a girlfriend at the time. I spent most of my days running and with schoolwork. Not that I did not check out my teammates. One was a junior distance runner Kelly Rogan. She was about 5-6 strong runner's legs, auburn hair always tied back in a ponytail. On this day, my early event was over, and Kelly still had a while until her distance events which were usually later in the meet. We happened to be sitting alone. I had noticed that Kelly did not ever seem to remove her uni shirt like her teammates.
 
Which was a shame since she might be well endowed. Sitting there in the hot sun, without thinking, I casually asked,

"Hey Kel, how come you don't go shirtless like the other girls?" Immediately I wondered if I had crossed a line, or gotten too personal. I was not exactly a ladies’ man who had a line ready for any occasion. Kelly looked over at me.

"If you must know perv", she said with a hint of a smile, "I'm not as flat-chested as most of the runners. I would not want all you guys staring at me."

"Oh, um, sorry." Now I was stumbling over my words. Smooth, Ryan, smooth.

"And anyway", she added, "why don't you guys remove your uni shorts? You are wearing compression shorts underneath. Same thing."

"Yeah but then..."

"Oh, so it's different for you."

"Well yes, I guess."

"Boys." She rolled her eyes, but I did notice her checking out my bare chest and tight stomach.

I looked back. She was leaning on the bleachers, letting the sun hit her face, her posture causing her shirt to be pulled taut against her breasts. Her strong athletic legs stretched before her. I could not resist.

"How hot would it have to be?"

"Oh, I'd have to be pretty hot." She opened one eye and looked at me. "You're persistent."

"You're already pretty hot."

"Ha, you say that to all the girls to get their shirts off?"

"No, they're nice girls, but not my type."

"Well, I do not just strip down for anyone. You would have to earn it."

"Really?"

"Next time we train, I'll race you."

"How long?" I knew I could easily win a shorter race.

"3200."

"Whew, that is a long way for me. But ok. So, what will the bet be?"

"You win I run the cool-down lap with no t-shirt. I win, you run the lap with just the compression shorts."

I quickly agreed without really thinking about it. Then I heard the coach calling for the 4 x 400 to loosen up. I had to go.

"See you later. Have a good race."

"You too Kelly."

After the meeting, Kelly and I agreed to practice together over the weekend. Since we had this bet, we decided to go for a run on a day separate from our teammates. If she lost Kelly was not putting herself on display for the other guys. On Saturday we met at a park with cross country trails the team often used for training. Two laps through the course would be about 3200 meters. I had thought about it and figured I could run out to a big enough lead and coast to a win. It was worth a try. I was wearing just my compression shorts and my loose track shorts. Kelly had her full track uniform. After a short warm-up, we got started.

"See you at the end, Kelly." As planned, I set a fast pace, using my sprint speed to open a big lead. That worked for the first 800m, then I started feeling it a bit and slowed my pace hoping I had conserved enough for the long-distance still ahead. At the halfway point I looked back and saw Kelly well behind me, her steady distance pace allowing her to slowly close the gap. At the three-fourths mark approaching a long uphill, I knew I was in trouble. My breath was about gone, and my legs felt tighter. A glance back showed Kelly relentlessly closing on me. And she smiled at me. Damn, she knew she had me. On I went up the hill. Before long I could hear Kelly behind me. With the finish in sight, she was right on my shoulder.

"There Ray. You can make it."

I had no breath to answer. I tried for a last kick on the final straightaway. But Kelly had a lot more left and went by me in the last one hundred. She had won fair and square. I was gasping for air as I finished. We had left water bottles at the end of the course and had a quick drink.

"OK, time for a cool-down run. That should be easier for you with fewer clothes." Kelly stood there with hands on her hips waiting to see if I'd cover my bet. In a moment I would be down to my skintight compression shorts and nothing else. Kelly would have a good look at my equipment. A bet's a bet. I put my thumbs into my track shorts and slid them down. I stood holding my shorts and letting Kelly get a good look.

"Damn Ray. That's kind of impressive." The excitement of the moment had sent some extra blood to my penis causing it to bulge in my shorts. I was not huge by any means, but I had a fair-sized cock. It looked better in my tight shorts.

"OK Kel, let's get this run over." We started jogging Kelly at first hanging back to get a look at my ass, then catching up and glancing over.

"You know, it is not like I have seen many before. So do not mind me staring."

"Oh, I do not mind. I am just disappointed I did not win."

"You're such a good sport, how about you win too." With that Kelly lifted her shirt off and I got my first look at her breasts bouncing in her sports bra.

"Wow, thanks. And yes, you are bigger than the other girls. You look amazing."

That was the last thing I said as my right calf cramped, and I went sprawling in the dirt. I scraped my knee and crumbled in the path trying to stretch out my leg.

"Oh shit, Ray, are you ok?" Kelly tried helping me up. I was now caught between pain and ecstasy as her boobs pressed against me as she helped me to a bench along the path. She helped me stretch my leg and massaged my calf, putting my leg on her shoulder to keep it extended.

"Oh damn. Thanks, Kel." I looked down to see Kelly on her knees, my leg on her shoulder, and Kelly looking at the bulge in my shorts a short distance in front of her. Kelly ran her hands up and down my leg, squeezing it to massage the muscles. Though the cramp was in my calf I noted that she was working her way well up to my thigh. Her hands crept higher. Then with a sigh, she let her right hand continue until she slid it the length of my hardening cock.

"I hope you do not mind. You are so sexy in just your tight shorts."

To be continued