A very sweaty run

Soon it was 3pm and the bell rang. Time to run.

Watson walked into the boys locker room to change for practice. There isn't a gay bone in Watsons body, and seeing a bunch of naked boys his age put tight shorts on had zero affect on him. Now, that doesn't mean he didn't catch a glance at some of the neighboring penises just as interest. Most of them were quite small like his when they weren't hard. A few of them were packing real monsters and had no shame at all. Most of the guys in there didn't shave, like him, hairy dicks all round, and the ones who did clearly got around and had a reputation with the females at this school. But enough dick talk.

Watson walked onto the track. He saw his running mates stretching and moving, getting ready to pump blood and waste water. He looked over to the laundry room where he met Helen, no activity, he wondered if she was inside. He would surely pay her visit before he met Taylor to take him home.

He looked over and saw Mary stretching out, her hands firmly grasping her shoe laces, some other very firm things staring right at him. He walked over to her and began stretching beside her. Not a look, not a glance, no acknowledgement of his existence. Just standing this close to her... her smell, the essence coming off her was intoxicating. She moved her arm and Watson caught a glimpse up her sleeve into her armpit, unshaven, unlike her head, the sweaty smell wafted down her arm up into his nose and made his eyes roll back.

It's a good thing every student receives two pairs of track uniform, because her other pair of shorts were stuffed in the back of his drawer, their sweet smell permeating his socks and underwear. He wondered if she was confused to find only one pair in her locker, he wondered if Helen covered for him, and perhaps would even supply him...

Jacobsen strolled up in front of the group. "Kids. My dear children. My dear running children. Get ready. We're gonna run. We're all gonna run. Go get after it." And he took off down the trail. Watson started at the back of the pack, mostly to keep an eye on Mary and make sure she didn't fall behind like last time. Because his heart is so good and pure you see, and not because he wants to be her little **** and wipe her dirty ass hole after she poops and says to him, "thank you for making me so nice and clean down there my little ****.".... not because of that at all.

Mary was not a part of this social group. The runners were partly athletes, partly high-achievers, and partly kids who couldn't do any other sport but wanted to stay active. Watson had moved from the third category into the first category (surprisingly) over the past two years. His body had gotten more toned, more muscular, and he'd got to know some people he ordinarily wouldn't spend time with if not for this. It's an environment that welcomes all if you can stand to run for a few hours. Whatever Mary had been through over the summer could be wiped clean with a lot of sweat and a few well placed toe blisters, and he was determined to show her that there is always another place to belong; always a new group of people to belong to.

The runners began. After 25 minutes Mary's pace began to slow, slowly she drifted from the main pack of students and made her own pace a few hundred yards behind them. Watson felt his chance to pick up his speed from the rear and have some running chit chat. She was using the right form like he has shown her, her attention is clear.

"How you feeling? Pace a little fast?" He asked coming up behind her. He asked this without condescension, purely out of concern. Reluctantly, she looked over at him with a block of pride.

"Says you." she said. Her voice said she knew his intent, an intent of care and nothing else. But she couldn't acknowledge it, not yet, not this soon. More time, Watson. I need more time, her body told him.

"Yeah I'm a bit slow going today. I don't think I'll end up catching them. What made you want to take up long distance?" He decided to insert himself next to her without asking permission. He felt that's what she wanted, even if she did not know how to accept it.

"Just...just wanted something different. Something else." It's strange how moving your body will make you say things you never would say standing still. The endorphin rush has a disarming effect on the brain; the shared trauma of muscles slowly breaking down.

"How's it treating you?"

"Right now? Terribly."

"It gets easier!"

"That's what I keep being told."

"You don't believe them?"

"I don't know. Why do my muscles hurt so badly?"

"That goes away in time."

"I kind of like it."

"The pain?"

"Yeah. The pain."

A silence overcame them. Soon 40 minutes had ticked by and neither made a sound beside heavy breathes and the occasional spit to the side. If only she could do that in my mouth, Watson thought to himself. It was hard to not look over at her while they ran. His eyes trying to find a good time to peek while she was looking away. Her sports bra working tirelessly to keep her perky tits enclosed. Seeing the sweat run down her neck made him crazy. There's something so singularly hot about a woman running.

Then, suddenly. "This pace isn't too slow for you?" Mary asked.

"Nah, I'm trying to take it easy today, haven't been feeling it recently."

"Okay..." A pause... "Why are you trying to take it easy?" She asked this like it was the first question she had asked in a long time. Like it was the first time she had felt safe to ask a question in years.

Watson was surprised, he also didn't know how to answer because he was lying. "I'm... Heh, okay-- showing my hand, to be honest, I'm not trying to take it easy, I could be up there, but I thought you could use a buddy to run with."

"Ah--my savior." She said with disdain and contempt. As if she took him for a liar.

Watson was stunned. His honesty had not disarmed her, but offended. "Geez, sorry for being friendly."

"Huh," she scoffed. "Friendly."

"Well--"

A flesh wound! This hurt his pride down to his core. She saw through him, he had been seen, a liar and a conqueror. How did she know? The Siren always knows. Watson took a breath and increased his pace, clearly she is not impressed and wants him gone. He didn't need to be told twice. Soon he could not see her in the distance behind him.