Prologue
Brad dreamed of going to the Olympic Games, but so far his only success had been at the Tiger Bay Athletic Club, in the Under 19’s. A long way to go but still he dreamed. In his long lonely training sessions, he was John Landy or Vladimir Kuts, depending on his mood and whether he was running in the 1,500 or 5,000 meters at the time, at his fantasy version of the Games.
Brad had lost his father when he was only 6 years old in a late-night traffic accident. His father had been a long-distance driver for the local Hardwick Transport. Since then, there had only been Brad and his Mum.
His mother had converted their three-bedroom, beachfront cottage into a four-bedroom guest house and they lived off the meager proceeds. He was regularly kicked out of his bedroom whenever they were full or if Steve from Sydney came to stay, and took over Bard’s usual small single bedroom with its study desk, which he did not mind as he quite liked his little private corner of the outside verandah, which they had added in the renovation. His mates often visited him there late at night.
Brad helped his Mum do the breakfasts every morning after his early morning training run on the beach. When Steve was there, they often ran together. Brad loved that as he looked up to Steve as a big brother and loved to impress him. Steve called himself a ‘boffin’, and was an IT techo, who often came to Tiger Bay when he wanted to concentrate on a new project, writing computer programs that Brad did not understand. Steve was due back again for a month or so this coming week and Brad was excited to be with his friend again and did not mind moving out to his little corner at the back of the verandah, a bed and bedside table, with a curtain on an overhead rail, the same as they have in hospitals, that gave him his privacy. Brad was 16, going on 17 and Steve was in 20’s, rich, single, and carefree.
1 – The Oval
It was Tuesday night so it was also athletics night at the Tiger Bay Oval, where Brad’s athletics club was based. Actually, it was officially called the Jack Hardwick Oval after the man who almost owned Tiger Bay and lived in a monster mansion up on the point at the northern end of the beach.
Jack Hardwick’s son, Berry, was the local superstar. He ran the sprints and his specialty the high hurdles for which he had already represented the state of New South Wales. Brad thought Berry was a stuck-up prick, though they had never even spoken. Brad was sure that Berry did not even know of his existence.
Berry was doing what they called a gap year. He had been a boarder at The Kings School in Sydney and was now due to go to Sydney University next year to study Medicine, but this year was just concentrating on his athletics, and living at home in Tiger Bay. Previously he was only at the athletics club during school holidays but now he was there almost every week
Brad had studied books by both Australia’s Percy Cerutty and Hungary’s Franz Stampfl, he loved them both and used both of their training cycles. Tonight, he was doing his circuit training, running a lap of the oval, 400 meters, at a steady 70-second pace, walking, or jogging, for 100 meters then doing another lap. This was what Stampfl called ‘fartlek’. He usually did 20 laps but tonight he wanted to step that up to 25 or even 30, as the local annual carnival was fast approaching and Steve may be able to come and watch. He always wanted to impress Steve as he was the only one who ever gave him any encouragement.
As usual, Berry had placed three high hurdles on the sprint track and was going over them, time and time again. What was the most sickening part was that at the end of every segment he would run over to the fence where his dumb blonde girlfriend was watching, obviously bored, and they would spend a minute or two with a big sloppy kiss. All Brad’s mates would go ‘yuk’ in unison. Girls were barely tolerated in their group although some of the boys boasted of dubious conquests of their own with girls which no one believed anyway.
After he finished training Berry would disappear into the change rooms under the small grandstand, and later emerge all freshly showered and climb into his 18th birthday present from Daddy, a Blue Porsche 911, with the dumb blonde no doubt off to have sex, or so all the boys assumed.
Brad has finished soon after, giving up after 27 laps but still happy with his effort. He had never used the change rooms, preferring to jog slowly home as a cool-down, then shower at home.
Tuesdays and Thursdays were training nights at the oval, other nights or early mornings Brad just trained alone either along the beach or on the roads.
Steve was arriving at the weekend but Brad had already moved out to his verandah hideaway so his mother could ready his room as a guest room. He had told his mate, Joey, as Joey often called around at night if he was bored at home but was too shy to come if Brad was living inside the house.
After his shower at home, Brad decided that he may as well crawl into bed rather than get dressed and then undressed again. He was relaxing in bed trying to read The Wooden Horse, which was this year’s novel for English, when the curtain was pulled back and Joey appeared. As usual, he plonked himself down on the edge of Brad’s bed.
“How’s life?” Joey asked.
“Just relaxing after training. What have you been doing?”
“That Maths assignment, but that was easy”
”Easy for you, I have not even started to do it. I am struggling with this stupid novel. I would be much happier reading that Percy Cerutty book I got for Christmas from Steve.”
“I thought that you had already read that?”
“About 5 times but I could re-read it again, every week, it inspires me to train harder”.
“How boring” was Joey’s response, he whose max exercise was to walk the 100 meters to Brad’s place or the half km to school every day when his mother did not give him a lift on her way to work.
The small talk was always how they started but Joey came around for the same reason every time, and soon he was leaning back across the bed with the back of his arm loosely draped across Brad’s legs. The two boys had discovered the joys of mutual masturbation long ago and it was almost like a drug, whenever they were together alone, it just happened. It was so much easier when Brad was out on the verandah in bed, almost naked. Joey’s hand went under the covers and it all started one more time. They never talked about it or about anything sexual, they just did this for each other. Neither had ever thought about experimenting with any other sexual activity, although Brad sometimes did think about other actions that the boys at school were always talking about and wondered what they would be like. He was sure that Berry had experienced everything sexual that it was possible to do, but he could not ask him about it as he could not even talk to him.
2 – Normal days.
Brad’s alarm went off at 5.30 every morning. This morning he jumped out of bed, pulled on his tracksuit bottoms, and went to the backyard toilet to wash his face, and take a piss to get rid of his painful early morning erection. Socks and his new ASICS running shoes, an old T-shirt, and it was time for him to hit the road. Today was to be the hard wet sand of the beach, not the soft stuff, that was reserved for late afternoon runs. They had guessed that the full stretch of beach in front of and across the road from home was approximately 2 km, Today, Brad would do two full laps, so 8 km in total. When he ran with Steve they would usually finish up in the surf, not swimming just mucking around, mock wrestling, and such.
As he ran north along the beach Berry’s house loomed on the cliff ahead, easily the most expensive house in Tiger Bay. He wondered what Barry was doing now, probably still asleep in a monster bedroom, no doubt furnished with a king-sized bed, air-con, a desk with a computer, and maybe even a private bathroom.
He shared the beach with hundreds of screaming seagulls, but no other humans were stupid enough to be out at this time of the morning, the cold wind from the sea freezing his ears as he ran, his body was hot and cold at the same time, a weird sensation.
He was back home at 6.30 for a shower and it was time to help Mum in the kitchen. They only had two guests at the moment, it will be three when Steve arrives later in the week. The two were also very regular guests, referred to as the spinster twins, two rich old sisters who took the two front bedrooms, one each, argued with each other all the time and complained about everything, Miss Doris and Miss Mabel. They always wanted their breakfasts delivered on a tray to their rooms at 8.00 precisely. When Steve was there, he preferred to have his breakfast with Brad and Brad’s Mum at the small kitchen table.
It was Thursday so more training at the oval at night. More or less the same procedure but tonight they were having a few races. After his warm-up of stretching exercises then 4 slow laps of the oval Brad was ready to run in the 1500 meters or the metric mile as it was often called. In two weeks’ time, they would be running the Tiger Bay Mile at the club’s annual carnival and Brad had high hopes of doing well in it, hoping that Steve would come to watch and support him. The Tiger Bay Mile was almost a social event and many people came to watch. A field of 8 lined up for tonight’s 1500, two older boys in their early 20’s and 6 kids including Brad. At the gun one of the older boys, Tom Carroll, sprinted to the front and the rest packed behind him, Brad settled in the middle running one out alongside the other older boy. The pace was steady and Brad felt good, so as the bell rang for the start of the 4th and final lap, he decided to up the tempo and go the front, more with the intention of extending himself rather than any great tactical move.
As he ran around the back of the oval he felt his lungs begin to burn and his legs ache. It was then that he remembered one of Percy Cerutty’s many quotes from the book that he treated as a bible…when it hurts, sprint! The reasoning is that if you are hurting then the others are hurting even more so and if you sprint past them, they will think that you are feeling OK, and much better than them, and they will be demoralized. The effort of going to the front, running into the cold wind, was sapping his energy but as he rounded the final bend and saw the group standing at what was the finish line, he got his second wind. He was amazed that no one had passed him and when he crossed the line in the first place he looked back and saw that the leader of the rest was a good 50 meters behind, with some stretched back some100 meters or more. He checked the time and once again he had been unable to break the 4.30 that he had been striving for. He knew he would have to do better in the Tiger Bay Mile if he was to be successful.
As usual, the 100 meters sprint and 110 meters high hurdles were just a training run for Berry as he won both in a jog, so to speak. Brad mucked around with his mates while the boring field events were being held, then feeling the need for a piss made a rare visit to the dressing room. When he entered, he was a bit embarrassed as Berry was limping around there, completely naked, grabbing the back of his left thigh. Brad was shocked that Berry even addressed him.
“Good run Brad, you are improving all the time, ready for the big mile?”
Brad was almost struck dumb but made an answer anyway.
“Yes, I've been training for it on the beach, running on the sand makes you stronger.”
Berry continued to hop around the room, all the time grabbing the back of his thigh.
"Don’t suppose you know how to massage? I think I have done myself an injury, the last thing I want with all the championships coming up”
“Sorry, I have no idea.”
“It is quite easy actually, maybe you could help me if I show you how?”
Brad was embarrassed by the suggestion but still answered a shaky, trembling “Maybe?”
Berry stood in front of Brad and reached around to the back of Brad’s thigh and gently massaged the muscles, then said “ I have some Dencorub, just rub it in like this, it may help?”
“OK I'll try if you want me to?”
Brad was embarrassed that Berry was standing naked in front of him but he could not help but look at his cock which was on full display, and definitely bigger than Brad’s one. Berry went to his large bag which was on the wooden seat that lined one of the walls and took out a tube of ointment, then climbed up onto the table that was in the middle of the dressing room, lying face down on it. He passed the ointment to Brad and gave him instructions.
“Just rub this in like I showed you, and massage the muscle at the back but be careful not to touch yourself anywhere until after you have washed your hands.”
“If you touch your cock or balls with some of it still on your hands you will think that you are going to die, it will burn like hell,” he added. “And if you touch my balls with it, I will kill you!”
Brad squeezed some of the ointment out onto his right hand and gingerly started to massage the back of Berry’s thigh.
“That's good, but do it slower and harder, grab the muscle.”
Brad did so for a few minutes until Berry told him that was enough, whereupon he got off the table and headed for the shower, still naked, seemingly totally relaxed even though Brad was there.
“That was stupid of me, should have had my shower first, wait for a minute and do it again for a few minutes when I get out of the shower.”
So, Brad sat on the bench seat beside Berry’s bag, and whilst trying not to ogle Berry in the shower, he could not help doing so as Berry kept talking to him and he had to face him to answer. He was transfixed as Berry vigorously soaped his cock and balls, without any inhibition. Brad’s eyes constantly flicked down to watch, but then he was embarrassed and looked away.
“You never have a shower here, do you?”
“No, I jog home as a cooling down exercise, then shower at home.”
“You should try it, it is a great shower and it feels good to shower and get dressed after training, you feel refreshed. Particularly since I talked Dad into putting the hot water system in here, before that it was rather painful.”
“Next time bring your track gear and a towel in a bag and try it?”
“Maybe?” Brad replied, not all that sure that he would do so. “But by the time I walked home, I would be all sweaty again”
“I could always give you a lift home, afterward, if the bitch does not want to come with me to training, she is always so bored here anyway.”
Brad was impressed, not only did the Tiger Bay superstar actually know his name, he was talking to him as if they had been friends for years, and even offering a ride in his amazing Porsche. He would have to give this shower suggestion some serious thought.
After making some crude suggestions of what ‘the bitch’ would do later with his block and tackle, all said with a big grin, Berry walked out of the shower and dried himself with a large towel, then climbed back onto the table for Brad to add some more Dencorub, which he did so, this time with renewed confidence, and being very careful that his hands did not touch Berry’s balls which were so close to where he was massaging, just the back of his hand brushed against them a couple of times. He was amazed that he was feeling all of this quite sexy and would not mind Berry doing the same to him but without the Dencorub.
3.0 Steve
It was breakfast time in the kitchen. Steve had arrived late the previous night and now he was sitting with Brad and Brad’s Mum. Maureen, at the kitchen table. Brad was concocting his special breakfast combining a chopped-up red dragon fruit with oat bran, chia seeds, and goji berries.
“What, no corn flakes?” asked Steve.
“Its all really your fault, Steve.” Interjected Maureen, with a smile. “It all started with that book you gave him last Christmas, now his bible for living!”
“Percy Cerutty calls breakfast cereals ‘packeted monstrosities” explained Brad. They are just salt, sugar, and fat.
”At least I suppose the new diet is very healthy, but it costs me a fortune.”
“Old Percy was certainly a bit eccentric, but he sure got results, are you going to be the next Herb Elliot Brad?”
“I wish, but no chance, I would just be happy to win the Tiger Bay Mile in two weeks, will you still be here then?” Brad asked nervously.
“Sure thing, four weeks this time unless your mum kicks me out?”
“No chance of that, you are our number one guest.” Brad added quickly. His mum just smiled.
“Do you think you have any chance in the Mile?”
“It all depends on who runs, I can beat most of the local regulars but they come from everywhere for the Mile, last year the winner came up from Newcastle. In fact, no local has won it for ten years now.”
“Are you coming for a run this afternoon? I did not want to wake you up this morning.”
“Maybe I am too slow for you now?”
“No problem, I will wait for the old man.” said with a cheeky grin.
“We will see about that, I think I can still whip your arse.”
“Haha!”
* * * *
The school was as boring as usual. When the bell rang to end the day Brad raced home, looking forward to his upcoming training run with Steve, hoping that Steve would be impressed with his improvement. Or so he hoped, as if he had not improved then he would certainly have no hope in the upcoming Mile.
At home he ran up the front steps and staying on the side veranda, went straight to his little corner at the rear, throwing his school bag on the bed, he immediately started to strip off his school clothes, replacing them with his Tiger Bay Athletic Club T-shirt, that he normally only wore to race nights, his running shorts and of course with his Speedos underneath as he was sure that this time both he and Steve would finish up in the water.
Then he went looking for Steve. He found him where he usually was, sitting at Brad’s desk in Brad’s bedroom, typing away at his computer.
“Are you ready?” a breathless Brad asked.
“Give me 5, and I will be,” Steve answered with a grin. When Steve jumped up, a few minutes later, Brad saw that he was already wearing shorts and a T-shirt, all ready to go. They hurried out down the hall to the front door of the house, one which Brad rarely used, preferring his own more private entrance. As both were without shoes just bare feet, for running on both the dry and the hard wet sand, it was tricky crossing the bitumen road that ran between Brad’s house and the beach, the stones in the gravel cutting into their soft soles. Then it was down the sand trail that led to the beach with bush scrub on either side for 20 meters. Only enough room for one person never the less Brad tried to run beside Steve, as they bumped, and jostled, each others shoulder to shoulder, the usual high jinks had begun.
“How many laps?” asked Steve.
“Two, up and back, and then I will introduce you to my Percy Cerutty sand hill.”
“Lead on,” Steve said immediately starting to run on the wet sand and getting an unfair start on Brad. That did not last long as Brad raced up to run at Steve’s shoulder as they raced at a very steady pace along the sand edge close to, but just outside of, the water.
As they approached the northern end of the beach, Brad looked up at the mansion on the headland, Berry’s house, and wondered what it would be like to live there. At his normal marker, he spun around and with Steve started the 2km back to where they had started. Then another lap up and back and at the end of their run Brad could not help himself, he upped the pace to a full sprint for the last 100 meters, they ran together for a few strides but he soon left Steve behind.
Then Brad was ready to show Steve his new little strength test inspired by his Percy Cerutty book about the Portsea sandhills credited for Herb Elliot’s power in a finish.
At the southern end of the beach was another headland, but unlike the one that Berry lived on, this one was just bush and scrub but between the flat beach and the headland was a small sand hill that took you from sea level up to the headland height, maybe 50 meters in length but quite steep, and as it consisted of soft deep sand, very tiring to run up once let alone with repetitions.
They stopped at the base of the sandhill and looked up at the top above them.
“Race you,” teased Brad, and took off immediately, his legs driving hard as they dug deep into the soft sand. He reached the top with Steve at his shoulder and then turned around to face downhill.
“Just roll downhill, this is the easy bit,” he said as he started running down the sandy slope. Going down your feet did not sink into the sand as much and it was very easy. When they reached the bottom, Brad turned around to face the hill once more.
“One more time?”
Again Brad pounded up the hill but this time when he got to the top Steve was still 10 meters behind and well winded, struggling to make the last little bit. Again, the run downhill was a breeze but when Brad again turned around to hit the mountain again he was all alone, Steve just stayed at the bottom, hands-on-hips and breathing heavily.
When Brad completed his 3rd up and down, he pretended to copy Steve suggesting he was also out of breath.
“I usually do 5 times, but I won’t keep you waiting”
“Boy, you have certainly built up your stamina, very impressive. Race you to the water”
Back at the beach in front of the house they dropped their clothes in a pile and ran towards the water.
They arrived together, side by side as they entered the surf with a high knee lift to get over the small waves. Soon they were neck-deep in the swell, and remembering their childish games from past visits, Brad went up behind Steve and jumped on his shoulders, which resulted in a drowning wrestle that no one won. To stop Brad’s actions, Steve grabbed him and pulled his Speedos down to his knees, slapping him on the bum as he did so, more regular occurrences from previous games in the surf.
Brad, after re-adjusting his Speedos and tying the string more tightly then tried to reciprocate with Steve attempting to drag his costumes down, but Steve was still too strong for him and wearing normal swimming costumes, rather than Speedos, they were much more difficult to drag down. A truce was called and after a little body surfing, they gave up as the waves were not very big and all you got was a mouth full of sand.
Dripping wet, even after using their T-shirts to dry off, they trailed back to cross the road and re-enter the house. This time they both used the side veranda, round towards Brad’s corner, as the house rules required a shower in the back yard when coming from the beach, so as not to bring half the beach sand back in with them.
Directly behind the house was mother’s laundry, and an outside toilet and shower area in a concrete-floored tin shed. Just inside on a small table was a pile of fresh towels, so both Brad and Steve stripped off and jumped under the cold water, beside each other as there were two adjacent showerheads. Steve had no inhibitions about being naked beside Brad as they had done this, many times before. Since Brad had tackled puberty he had been more aware of Steve’s more adult body, and larger body parts. Whilst trying not to stare he did regularly take in the scene and wondered what it would be like to touch him there, not that he ever would dare to do such a thing, but that did not stop him from wondering.
4.0 – No Berry
The next Tuesday night it was training night again at the oval. Brad surprised his mum by packing a small bag with his running gear and a towel and leaving dressed in normal clothes.
When queried he told his mum about what Berry had suggested.
“I thought that you did not like Berry?’
“He does act a bit stuck up but last week was the first I have even talked with him, so maybe he is not so bad after all”.
“I have told you before that I think he is a nice boy. He has always been very friendly and polite whenever I have seen him at his place when meeting with Jack”
“Well, maybe you were right?”
“Isn’t mother always right?”
“Sometimes.”
“And he is going to give you a lift home, boy are you going up in the world?”
“Only if he is there and his girlfriend is not.”
*****
The training was the usual routine, though his mates were surprised to see him arrive fully dressed. He pretended that he had been running late and just grabbed everything at the last minute. What they would say if they saw him getting into Berry’s Porsche later he had no idea, they would probably disown him.
However, that situation never arose as Berry did not come to training that night. This meant that when Brad returned to the dressing room all alone he was faced with the decision of whether he would have a shower and get changed, or just go home as usual in his running gear. That would be way too complicated to explain to his mum so he had a 5-second shower, dressed, and left, by then all his mates had gone home anyway. By the time he walked home he was sweating all again and even thought of having another shower, He was disappointed that Berry had not been there as he had been looking forward to meeting up again, although he pretended otherwise. Maybe he would be there on Thursday?
5.0- Berry
Thursday training and once again Brad came fully dressed and changed in the dressing room. His mates said nothing this time and as he was doing his jogging laps to warm up, he was quite excited to see Berry’s blue Porsche slide into his usual parking spot beside the dressing room.
When Berry started his warm-up laps they passed going opposite ways. Berry waved to Brad and he mock-saluted in return, which caused some cryptic comments from Brad’s mates.
“Since when were you friendly with that prick?” asked Martin
“He is not that bad when you get to know him”, muttered Brad, a little embarrassed at the exchange.
Training continued as usual with a few races which were really as much of a waste of time for Brad as they were for Berry as both of them were way above the standard of their compatriots at Tiger Bay.
Then came the time that Brad both dreading, and looking forward to. He had hung around in front of the dressing room till he saw Berry go into the shower and change and he then followed him in.
Berry was already half undressed when Brad arrived and greeted him with “So you decided to test out our showers?”
“I did that on Tuesday as well but you were not here.”
“My coach came up from Newcastle and we had a session with a video camera in my driveway with a few hurdles, he had said I was dragging my trailing leg too much, I think I fixed that tonight, it felt much better.”
Brad stripped off but was a little shy to walk around totally naked in front of Berry, though Berry did not seem to have any such inhibitions of doing it in front of Brad, in fact, he almost seemed to be showing off his body on purpose.
Berry went to the shower area first, so Brad waited for him to finish.
“Plenty of room, don’t be shy!”
“OK”, so he sheepishly stripped off his jocks and entered the shower area, there was enough room for two but still their shoulders did touch whenever either of them turned around.
“I did not have any more problems with that thigh muscle last week so that massage must have worked”.
“That was lucky as I had no idea what I was doing”
“Then you must be a natural”.
Brad did not quite understand why but he was quite chuffed to get any praise from Berry, even if it was from that stupid massage, which he had quite enjoyed doing, in fact, he would not mind doing it again but it looked as if that would not happen. ‘I will massage more than just your thigh next time’, he thought to himself, with a sly smile.
“Did you bring any shampoo?”, Berry asked.
“Did not think of it.” He replied.
Whereupon Berry reached for a plastic bottle on the shelf beside him on the wall and squirted a large dollop of shampoo on his right hand and standing very close behind Brad placed his hand onto the top of Brad’s head and massaged the scalp with the shampoo. It felt good, both the scalp massage and the feel of Berry’s body hard up behind him. He could feel Berry’s chest against his back and from time to time his soft cock against his backside. Then Berry shocked him by reaching around him and with much foam on his hand jokingly massaged Brad’s pubes.
“Must not forget the other hairs”, he laughingly blurted out.
The problem was that Berry’s hand in so doing its rough so-called shampoo massage sent Brad’s cock into overdrive and it was hardening immediately. He tried to cover it up but Berry seemed to sense it and gave it a quick grab.
“Too horny, you must not be getting enough sex young Brad”
“I was like that last year at school, without a girlfriend, getting a hard-on ten times a day, and always at the wrong time. Now the dumb bitch takes care of it.”
As he said this he grabbed his own cock with his soapy hand and gave it a few strokes, it only hardened a little bit. Brad was both shocked, and excited, he would have loved to have grabbed Berry but was too scared to do so. What Berry said next really shocked him.
“You are a certainty to win the Tiger Bay Mile next week. Are you going down to Newcastle for the district championships next month?”
“I would love to win the Mile but it all depends on whether anyone comes from outside or not, and I have never considered going to Newcastle I would never be good enough.”
“Of course you would be, and even if you only run a place it would be a great experience. You can never race too often, it gives you another level of fitness, plus race craft. You are way too good for these here”.
“I don’t know, never been to Newcastle and probably would not be allowed to, anyway I would have no way of getting there.”
“Easily solved, you can come with me. I will drive down Friday afternoon and come back late Sunday. My dad has a permanent suite at the Southern Cross we can use, he is never there on weekends. I’ll talk to your Mum if you like, she is a nice lady, I am sure that she would trust you with me.”
Brad’s head went into overdrive, the thought of going to Newcastle with Berry was exciting enough, as to the staying overnight in a hotel with him was just totally unreal. The racing part of it was just a side issue.
“It all sounds too good to be true”
“Leave it to me, I have a way with women.” said with a sly grin.
By now they were both dressed, and Brad was nervous in case Berry had forgotten the part about giving him a lift home and beginning to think that he had not meant it anyway.
No such thing, Berry put his hand on Brad’s shoulder and said,
“Ready for the ride of a lifetime?”
Brad just grinned. Following Berry he went to the passenger side of the Porsche, opened the door, and got in, surprised that he was almost sitting on the floor with the low seat and his legs stretched straight out in front of him his bag between his legs, sitting almost like a racing driver.
Berry started the car and revved the engine a little bit, at which Brad thought that it made a great throaty exhaust noise. He was now sad that all his mates had already gone home and did not see him in the Porsche. Berry drove out from the sports ground and headed towards Brad’s home, now with a full roaring exhaust as he accelerated down the road. Brad was in heaven.
Brad was surprised that Berry even knew exactly where he lived, as he pulled up in front. As he started to get out of the car Berry reached across and grabbed Brad’s cock.
“And don’t forget to look after this tonight, I think it needs it.”
“Not a problem,” he answered, wondering at the same time if Joey would come around tonight to help him do so.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“Any time.”
5.0– A surprise
Steve thought that he was getting the ‘flu, so told Brad he would miss their runs for a few days so it was just Brad on his own. In Percy Cerutty’s book, he often talked about running in the sand trails in the bush behind Portsea beach. Brad had noticed that there were two ways to get up on the headland, by the sandhill that he was already using and what appeared to be sand trails through the bush between the beach and the road, some shrubs and trees were just waist-high and others were shoulder high. So, he had decided today to investigate them as an alternative, knowing that variety in training was essential to prevent boredom and laziness.
So today he wore his road running shoes and after completing his usual two double laps of the beachfront, diverted to the trail that he hoped would also take him to the top of the headland, he could always do a few sandhills runs after, maybe starting with a run going downhill from the top..
The trail was very narrow and as he ran he was constantly brushing the bushes along the twisting trail. It felt good running on the well-packed sand and Brad was doing so at quite a good pace, even when it started to climb. As he came over the top of the first climb he saw that he had to run down into and through a small gully of softer sand before meeting up with a further trail that continued from the next hill. As he ran along and then started climbing yet another hill the trees and bush were much thicker. At the top of the next hill he stopped to a walk for a few meters, he was not sure why as the hill had not been that steep, but perhaps he had heard something out of the ordinary.
Suddenly he sensed a presence and slowed even more. He was hearing unexpected noises. As he crested the hill and was getting ready to run down into the next gully, he froze!
Straight ahead, in the base of the gully were two bodies, naked bodies, and he did not need his biology teacher to tell him what they were doing. The girl was lying on her back, making funny noises, which was probably what he had heard and caused him to stop, her legs were wrapped around the boy’s back whilst his bare white bum was bouncing up and down. He had only watched for a second and the girl noticed him.
“Hey!” she called out.
At her yell, the boy looked around and screamed, “what the fuck are you doing, fuck off!”
Brad did not need any more advice, he turned around and sprinted back down the trail scared that the boy would chase him and attack him. It did not happen, but he ran straight home anyway, no more training for today.
*******
When Joey came around later that night, he was all agog at Brad’s story of what had happened.
“You are stupid, you should have hidden in the bushes and watched.”
“Yes sure, and get thumped.”
‘I wonder if they go there every day?” Joey said, fantasizing.
“They may have been there before but not very likely now they have been sprung.”
“That is a bastard, I would have liked to watch them, live porn!”
Whereupon live porn began to happen on Brad’s bed, with the two boys lying opposite ways, Joey’s knees up near Brad’s head.
“You can suck it if you like?” Joey asked, rather hopefully.
“You must be joking, in your dreams.”
“It feels great, Matt Smith showed me the other afternoon, you do it for me and I will do it for you?”
“No fucking way!”
Brad had heard much about oral sex and had often wondered what it would feel like but the thought of him actually doing to another boy was repulsive to him
So, they finished each other the usual way. In fact, they had only just finished when Steve came to the curtain and sang out. Brad quickly tried to hide the pile of wet tissues beside the tissue box.
“Are you decent?”
“Come in, just with Joey.”
Steve pulled back the curtain just enough to gain entrance.
“Hi Joey, how’s things?”
“Fine Steve, Brad has been telling me about his training experience this afternoon.”
“Different from the usual?” Steve asked innocently.
“Very,” Brad answered, and knew that now he has to go through the story again, for Steve, who laughed uproariously when he heard what had happened.
“That sounds like good wanking material for you two horny boys for a week or so.”
Joey just laughed but Brad felt himself going red, That was the first time that sex had ever been mentioned between Steve and Brad. He did not understand why that embarrassed him so much.
