"Alright, I gotta go run with my team, give them someone to look up to."
I made an exaggerated show of staring down at her breasts. "I'm not sure any of them are going to be looking up at all." She punched me lightly in the shoulder in reply. "Ouch!"
"Wise ass," she said with a smile, before running ahead to keep pace with her teammates.
I used the opportunity to reflect upon what she had said. Maybe I really could have fun with all of this. Maybe I was already having fun, but just didn't want to admit it.
The only thing that I was certain of was I couldn't keep it up forever.
"This sort of thing is highly variable, it could last weeks, or years, or it might never go away," I remembered Mrs. Olivia saying between lapping up pre-cum. Needless to say, I was hoping for weeks, or less even.
I was jolted from my thoughts by a slap on my back. Kathy ran round to my right. "Don't forget to keep masturbating!" she yelled over her shoulder as she passed me with her team.
Trying to jerk off while running at first required a bit more concentration than one would initially think, but after a minute or two I kind of got the rhythm of it.
By the time Kathy and her cross country teammates came round again, I was simultaneously running and wanking like a pro. This time as she passed, my friend turned around and ran backwards, eyes on my currently- being-masturbated member, before looking up at me and saying, "Keep it up! You'll be done in no time!" It was unclear if she was referring to ejaculation or the end of the ten laps, but I kind of thought she meant both.
I tried to enjoy myself like she had advised, both for pleasure and to take my mind off of the embarrassment of running the track nude with dozens of girls in gym uniforms. Perhaps it was the sudden attention on my genitalia, but I suddenly realized the rising urge to pee in my bladder, despite having gone only perhaps a half hour earlier. It was all that water Mrs. Olivia was making me drink, I supposed.
I knew that I wouldn't be held responsible for basically anything I did while in this state of treatment, but I can't say that I wasn't resistant to the notion of peeing openly in gym class without consideration of innocent bystanders. I briefly considered trying to sneak off and perhaps pee in a supply closet, or even try to make it all the way back to the girls locker room and use a real toilet.
