Courtney the Gym Girl

You two hadn't been that close in high school. Sure you shared some classes here and there, and ran the Cross Country team together, but you rarely talked outside of class. That's why you were so shocked when you hit you up a few years later, asking if you were still in town. Still, you'd always had a bit of a crush on her, and opportunities like this weren't the kind you just passed up.

"Hey anon! How've you been? I know we haven't spoken in a while but I was wondering if you still ran? You were always pretty fast back in school haha. Anyway, get back to me when you see this!"

You had been keeping up with your fitness since high school, but you'd never been super serious about it. Sure you got out for a run on the weekdays, hit the gym now and again, but Courtney had always been a different breed of health nut. Still, it would be nice to reconnect with an old teammate, even if you couldn't keep up.

"Hey Courtney! I've been fine, and you? I'm not running marathons but I still get out now and then, hbu? Either way it's good to hear from you again!"

It went back and forth like that for a while, just some brief messages catching up. Finally she asked you the golden question.

"I've been looking for a new running partner if you're interested, anon? Maybe tomorrow morning at nine?"

With nothing better to do you agree, and with that you two say your goodbyes until tomorrow. Logically you know that her request was purely friendly, but the brain between your legs was telling you otherwise. You shave your little cock baby smooth during your shower, but you decide that tonight you wouldn't masturbate, hoping a free night might give you some extra testosterone for tomorrow. But as you ready for bed you feel the typical grip of horniness envelop you. It can't hurt just to check out her instagram right? As you pull it up you quickly feel yourself becoming hard, and your will only holds out through the first picture before you're slathering your little member in lube and stroking yourself to your old teammate. You quickly notice a common thread amongst them, something.

Courtney seemed to constantly surrounded by black men. In a third of her pics it seemed, she'd be accompanied by at least one black man, sometimes more. That alone wasn't anything too odd. Memories of interracial porn you'd occasionally enjoyed sprang up in you, and you used that to fuel this wank session to an especially early climax. Exhausted, you slowly cleaned up, preparing to turn off your phone. Until you accidently read the comments on one of the pics.

"Thanks for a great night girl ;)"

"LOL, someone's found a type!"

"Where'd you go after the party last night Court??"

That does seem a little odd, and for a moment your limp cock stirs, before dropping back down again. Surely it meant nothing, people left playful comments like that all the time. As you try to rest though, the night seems to take agonizingly long, and when you finally drift to sleep you dream of her wrapping her arms around a stronger black man.

The next morning you wake up with cum in your pants, likely from a wet dream you hardly remember. You pull the soiled underwear off, and look for a fresh pair to wear today. You realize soon that their are no other fresh pairs, and time is passing quickly to when you need to meet Courtney at the park. You aren't about to wear a soiled pair of underwear, so your options are limited. There was always your old crosscountry spandex shorts, though you were a little wider now and they might be a tight fit. Other than that, you could always go commando, though that had it's own range of problems considering you'd be running.