So, it's been said that people that are active in sports tend to be the freakiest and most uninhibited, and most athletes abide by the "No Strings Attached" philosophy. During the Olympics, that's when this philosophy is in full swing because no one really has time to be getting attached to anyone, especially with their busy schedules. Being that I wasn't very athletic when it came to basketball, football, or baseball, I never had the luxury of being able to experience what goes on in the locker rooms and bus rides back from game events, that is until I discovered that I could run, and very fast too. When I made the track team in high school, I finally got a chance to experience what everyone else was getting the chance to do, and it happened fast. My second track meet, it went down.
We had a track meet in Delhi, Louisiana that day, and it felt like we were on that bus forever. When we finally arrived, we got off the bus and unloaded the necessary equipment we needed for the meet. When I walked through the gates of the stadium, my eyes bulged out my head. I had never seen so many people in one setting. Schools from all over North Louisiana were at this track meet and I tell you there were some fine ass boys there. Watching all these boys in the various styles of uniforms, were enough to make my dick rock hard. The leotard uniforms I have to say were my favorite, watching those firm asses and dicks swinging took my breath away. I didn't realize that I was staring until my cousin snapped me out of my reverie and told me to get my ass to our assigned spot in the bleachers. We were the smallest school in the Class B division but I wasn't worried because I knew we were good. At the beginning of every track meet, coach gave a prep talk and then we started our warm ups. Field events were always first and they seemed to take forever so we were warming up for a while. I began with my routine, which started out with stretching. I always stretched with my cousin because we were so close, two peas in a pod as they say, although we were 5 years apart. I liked stretching because this always gave me a chance to show off my flexibility. When I put both my legs behind my head, that's when the looks from the other teams came, boys and girls alike. My cousin laughed and said, "Boy, you know what you're doing." She was right, but this was usually how I was able to scope out the guys that were questionable. When I got up from stretching, I saw one guy who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. I will never forget, he was from Mangham, Louisiana, and ironically, their team colors were purple and gold too. This dude, whom I assumed was a senior, was fine as hell. He was every bit of 6'1, muscular, and my favorite of all, dark chocolate skinned. Of course I looked down to see if I could get a view or what he was working with but I really couldn't see anything, so I diverted my attention back to my warm ups.
Next I started my warm up run around the track which was usually a mile, jogging very lightly so that I would not wear myself out before first race. This may sound weird but when I feel someone staring at me, I get this feeling of ice on my skin and this was exactly what I was feeling while running my first laps. When I turned to look, it wasn't who I hoped it would be. It was actually another guy from another team, Epps to be exact. This dude wasn't bad looking at all and when he ran by me, he lifted his head and said, "Wassup?" I responded and continued my jog. Across the track, I saw Dae staring with an evil glint in his eye. I failed to mention that my brother's best friend was on the team as well. I turned my head and continued my jog thinking what the hell is he going to do now. I continued my warm ups and when I finished, I went to our assigned seating area and watched the field events. That feeling of ice on my skin was back and when I looked beside me, Mangham was standing next to me. I said hey and he sat down beside me and we sparked up a conversation. He asked me what school was I from and what events that I ran and vice versa. While conversing with him, I couldn't help but take in the scent he had. I smelled of ivory soap and sweat with a hint of grass. It was a very weird combination but at the same time, it was very intoxicating and it was making me kind of hot. We continued to converse and I learned that he ran hurdles and the 100 meter dash and that he was a senior as I thought. He would be attending LSU in the fall and he said he would continue with running track there. I didn’t notice that he had a hard on in his purple and gold leotard until he stood up and said that he had to prepare for his events. I know he saw me staring and somehow and had a feeling that he hoped I had noticed. When he left, Dae came and sat beside me and started to grill me with questions about who is that dude and why was I talking to him. Of course I ignored him but that really didn't helped as it resulted in him hitting me in that same spot on my shoulder where he would always hit me when I didn't give him a response that he wanted. The loudspeaker announced that it was time for the 4x200 meter relay and Dae stood up and said, "Get up, that's our race, but this isn't over." I stood up and went to the starting blocks and did one last quick stretch since I was the first leg in the race. The gun sounded and I took off. I have to say that I was proud of myself since we ended up getting first place in the first race of the meet. After that race was over, I thought I would have time to rest and cool down before the next one but I was wrong. Somehow coach had got the list mixed up and I had to turn right around and run the 200 meter dash. I was totally fucked. When the gun sounded for that race, I took off and barely made in 3rd place. When I reached the finish line, I collapsed. My muscles were so tired and I couldn't move so I just laid there in the lane until I felt I could move. All of a sudden, I felt myself being picked up and carried. When I looked to see who it was, it was the guy from Mangham carrying me off the track. I must have given him a crazy look because his response was "Don't worry, just trying to help you out." I thought he was carrying me back to my assigned spot but I noticed that we were not heading in that direction. We were headed under the bleachers. I asked him what was he doing and he said you will see. I definitely saw.
When we were under the bleachers, he sat me down on a blanket. How the blanket got there was beyond me. My muscles were still aching and I still felt I couldn't move. He then began to massage my legs slowly yet firmly. My muscles finally began to relax and my breathing began to even out again. I then just stared at him as he was massaging me. When he looked up at me, he just began to smile. I just smiled back, not noticing that his hands were moving further up my legs. As he began to get closer, I inhaled his intoxicating scent which now had a bit of musk added to it. Before I knew it, I felt my dick getting hard and his lips were on mine. I forgot about the soreness in my muscles and began to kiss him back, but then I stopped. I got a little scared that we would get caught but he assured me that he had done this before and that no one would bother us. I then asked him about his events. He then said that he would make back in time for them. He then parted my lips again with his tongue and we resumed our new event of tonsil hockey. I began to rub his arms. They were so muscular and toned. I then reached down and touched his dick. It didn't feel very big though but the fact that it was harder than quantum mechanics was a turn on and feeling it through the leotard did something to me. I then felt him pulling my shorts down and of course I didn’t have on any underwear or even a jockstrap, so it was definitely easy access. He continued to kiss me in various places on my upper body and while doing so, he slipped two fingers in my asshole. They slid in rather easily on account of that it was 97 degrees and I was still sweaty from my race. Now normally I would not have even gone this far since I was sweaty but the thought that I was about to fuck under the bleachers at a track meet with this fine specimen of a senior was enough to make me not worry about it and in a way, it was kind of hot. He then slid down his leotard just enough to where his dick slipped out. When I looked at it, I can say what it lacked in length, it made up for in girth and as always, the fear returned that I was about to be split in half. Without warning, he rose up and stuck his dick in my mouth. The taste of sweat, salt, and precum filled my mouth. When the various flavors hit my mouth, I went straight into submissive mode. The allure of fucking around with the risk of being caught made my dick even harder and I felt the first drip of the clear sugar syrup leave my dick. I started getting a little wild sucking his dick and I began to deep throat like I never have before. I could tell that he was enjoying it because his dick kept throbbing in my throat and the salty taste of his precum kept leaking in my mouth. I began to suck harder and faster and let out a moan and then he stopped me and said, "I gotta sample the ass before I nut." I then laid back and he spread my legs. Without warning, he plunged deep into my ass causing me to cry out in pain but pleasure all at once. I forced myself to relax and feeling his sweat drip on me made it a little easier. He then lowered himself and pushed his dick further in me. It really began to feel good so I raise my body into his and put an arch in our back. Our bodies were so close that our pubic hairs connected and fucked too. He began to thrust harder and faster and we began to sweat more and it was so hot in a good way feeling his body slide against mine while he was working his dick to rhythm inside of me. Once again, I felt the tingling in my dick and I knew that I was about to climax. He must have seen the look on my face and before I could let out a moan, he covered my mouth as I began to squirt rope after rope of hot sticky love juice all over my stomach and his. Seeing this sent him over the edge and he bit into my shoulder hard, leaving a mark as unloaded his babies inside of me. We laid there for a few minutes, and right as we were cleaning up, the loud speaker came on announcing that it was time for the hurdles. We finished just in time as this was his race. We hurried up and pulled our uniforms back on and went our separate ways.
When I made it back to the spot where my team was sitting, Dae was looking at me with fire in his eyes. Why he was looking at me that way, I didn't know. The meet went on like any other meet did and when it ended, my team ended up getting 1st overall and we were ecstatic. As we were packing up to leave, the guy from Mangham came to congratulate us and then pulled me to the side. He said goodbye and that he would see me at the next meet and we shook hands and gave a buddy hug, but I while in the embrace, I felt his dick hard against my leg. We parted ways and I began to walk back to the bus with the rest of the team. As we were getting on the bus, Dae stopped me and said three words, "I saw you." There was only one thing that he could have been talking about and my mouth just dropped. He told me to sit in the back of the bus and I complied. I was happy to experience my first track meat but it definitely was not over...
To Be Continued…
NEXT TIME on The WRATH Experience: "The Bus Ride Home, Track Meat 2" (Debuting October 2, 2014)