MAX
I'm 26, single, college, living with my parents and brothers. I became a homosexual at the age of 17, in ways and motives bordering on the supernatural, so I'm not gonna tell you here.
I've been working together for over ten years sporadicly, and I relate after the races. I once met someone different, when I went running on the block track located in the neighborhood where I live.
I woke up this morning and saw it was gonna be another wonderful sunny day. Upon arriving at the court I saw him running on the track, he had beautiful long hair, swollen eyes, Mexican moustache like Miguel Hidalgo. His arms were dark and with lots of tattoos.
His name was Max, which I learned later. His chest was red, consumed by the peace pipe. He ran with dexterity, eyes closed without leaving the track, guided by the voices of the fields. Always with his head held high in the sky. Beautiful.
As usual I ran for two hours without stopping, then sat before the bench on the edge of the runway where he was. I realized his arms were shaking, he said it was the effect of the antibiotics he took in the hospital after a motorcycle accident.
He said I also took medication, which left me in a vegetative state for over three years. I asked where Max lived. While he was philosophizing, he would tell me: "I have no home. Life is not like that, my brother..."
At one point I stopped talking, and he looked at me.
I've never seen a guy run for so long.
- I've never seen anyone run with their eyes closed.
Without saying more, I walked to a nearby wasteland. Hidden behind the bush Max came after me, I was already in my shorts. You put the clown, and I felt a lot of pain, moaning low.
As his dick moved, the pain changed, and I began to feel the drama. I couldn't stand it. He said if I screamed, he'd kick my ass. I swallowed his jouissance, then he came out haughty and I followed him dragging me.
We sit on the bench and we continue to talk. Then Max left while he was away. I speeded up the steps and got to him.
- How far will you follow me?
The sun was at its peak. Max came into the house and I saw his brother say:
Did you find a partner, Max?
Then his cousin showed up at the gate. When I saw her I ran to the court, faster than a turtle, stronger than a rat, smarter than a donkey.
The other day I had sex with Max again. In the following days we were running together, and ever greater distances, his enjoyment was strong as Havoline lubricant.
I went running at dawn once. I stopped in the middle of the block. Max came in so hard, I started melting, and he consumed me until I dissolved in a pool of sweat and tears. In the place was born the black flower of Lotus Quina, which will never wither even with the sun, rain, cold, all the bad weather.
I've been working together for over ten years sporadicly, and I relate after the races. I once met someone different, when I went running on the block track located in the neighborhood where I live.
I woke up this morning and saw it was gonna be another wonderful sunny day. Upon arriving at the court I saw him running on the track, he had beautiful long hair, swollen eyes, Mexican moustache like Miguel Hidalgo. His arms were dark and with lots of tattoos.
His name was Max, which I learned later. His chest was red, consumed by the peace pipe. He ran with dexterity, eyes closed without leaving the track, guided by the voices of the fields. Always with his head held high in the sky. Beautiful.
As usual I ran for two hours without stopping, then sat before the bench on the edge of the runway where he was. I realized his arms were shaking, he said it was the effect of the antibiotics he took in the hospital after a motorcycle accident.
He said I also took medication, which left me in a vegetative state for over three years. I asked where Max lived. While he was philosophizing, he would tell me: "I have no home. Life is not like that, my brother..."
At one point I stopped talking, and he looked at me.
I've never seen a guy run for so long.
- I've never seen anyone run with their eyes closed.
Without saying more, I walked to a nearby wasteland. Hidden behind the bush Max came after me, I was already in my shorts. You put the clown, and I felt a lot of pain, moaning low.
As his dick moved, the pain changed, and I began to feel the drama. I couldn't stand it. He said if I screamed, he'd kick my ass. I swallowed his jouissance, then he came out haughty and I followed him dragging me.
We sit on the bench and we continue to talk. Then Max left while he was away. I speeded up the steps and got to him.
- How far will you follow me?
The sun was at its peak. Max came into the house and I saw his brother say:
Did you find a partner, Max?
Then his cousin showed up at the gate. When I saw her I ran to the court, faster than a turtle, stronger than a rat, smarter than a donkey.
The other day I had sex with Max again. In the following days we were running together, and ever greater distances, his enjoyment was strong as Havoline lubricant.
I went running at dawn once. I stopped in the middle of the block. Max came in so hard, I started melting, and he consumed me until I dissolved in a pool of sweat and tears. In the place was born the black flower of Lotus Quina, which will never wither even with the sun, rain, cold, all the bad weather.
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