Track and Field Encounter

Disclaimer: All characters in the following and any other stories of mine are over 18 and legal. They are both seniors late in the school year where they have both already passed their birthday.

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After 4 hours on the bus, we finally arrived in L.A. I stepped off the bus and breathed in the air and from then on, I was ready to win. The aroma was created by the fresh cut grass, the smell of sweaty bodies, and the concession stands, letting the smell of grilled meats penetrate everyone's nostrils. I was here for the track and field tournament, though, and told myself to focus.

"Oh, no, her head's in the clouds again," Lucy, my best friend, said. "Alice, we're going to the changing rooms, c'mon!" she implored. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the line of female athletes from Salinas. I was lucky to have Lucy as a best friend and she knew everything about me. In fact, she was the only one that knew my secret: that I was a transsexual. That's right; I had a dick and balls between my legs like no other girl on the team. Thankfully, I had never had to do any gender testing, but why would I? It was only high school track. Anyway, I told Lucy this when I was in 6th grade and she had found my hormone pills. I had just started taking the pills after noticing that the other girls were wearing training bras, and I didn't want to fall even further behind the rest. Lucy took it quite well, but I don't even know if she understood at the time what it meant. Either way, we were inseparable now.

"8B, 3rd door on the left," announced our coach. "And then be outside on the track in 3 minutes!" We all shuffled into the tight space and stripped down. I pulled off my shirt and revealed a healthy B-cup chest, which I then covered quickly with my sports bra and running top. The running top worked almost as another bra which held my breasts up and in place, showing off my abs. I slipped on my spandex shorts, which hugged my ass nicely, giving me a curvy and sexy figure. Of course, their being so tight meant that I would be at higher risk of someone discovering my secret, though I had come prepared. As soon as my mom found out I would be wearing those shorts, she ran out and bought me some panties that I could easily hide my less-than-womanly parts in. They worked well, but every now and then, I'd run to the bathroom to readjust.

I finished changing and got out on to the track to start warming up, but on my way out, I caught the attention of a well-built man, probably a junior or senior, wearing short track shorts and a tight shirt. I gave him a smile and he returned it, then I took off for a lap. On the run, I was thinking about him and had started to feel something between my legs grow. That was one of my weaknesses; I couldn't control it! I got to experience the awkward growth stage for young women going through puberty and the awkward random erection stage that guys had to suffer, although this one wasn't so random. Whoever he was, he was definitely an all-around athlete, as evidenced by his broad shoulders, and I had been seeking some male attention for the past few days. It's not that I couldn't get a boyfriend, but going further than first base was nerve-racking for me. Whenever my last boyfriend, Jake, and I would make out, I would be having the time of my life, but when he tried to feel my breasts, I became tense. I kept telling myself in my mind he knew my secret, but in reality, he was probably only thinking about touching them more. They felt real, but I was too nervous to try anything else, with any guy for that matter.

I ran to my team, where our coach talked some more, but I was just scanning the field for my dream man. Throughout the day you would have seen me on the lookout, but unfortunately I couldn't find him. He got away from me, which was disappointing, but I was determined.

Later that day, moments before the race, I spotted him in the stands. "As if I needed any more pressure right now," I thought to myself. I looked at him but he didn't seem to be looking back, not that I had time anyway, as I was walking to the starting blocks. After "get set" was called, I heard a loud wolf whistle, as all the other girls and I raised our asses in preparation. This wasn't the first time. I assumed it was for the hot blondes on the outside, but coming into the home stretch, I heard someone call out my number with a suggestive remark. I was flattered but insulted; however, I turned it into motivation for the last sprint. I ran harder than I ever have, and took the lead with less than seconds to spare. I was so ecstatic I jumped up and down at the finish line. In all my excitement, I failed to notice the bulge in my pants from the combination of my celebration and the randy fan.

Lucy ran over to hug me and then whispered to me, "I see someone else is excited you won," with a wink.

"Oh my god, did he see me win?" I asked gleefully.

"What? Who? No I meant your secret wood in your shorts!"

"Oh, shit!" I quickly adjusted discreetly and then took a victory walk with Lucy while I explained who I was talking about.

"Yeah, I saw him too. His name is Alex Bradley, everyone says he's going to break the mile record in a few years if he continues on the path he's on now. Athletic and really cute," she giggled, "just your type!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on," she sighed, "you always go for the jock type guys," That was true, but was it such a crime?

"Yeah? So what?" I wanted to get defensive but held back.

"Nothing, just shows you like guys with a lot more meat, if you know what I mean."

"Very funny," I smiled and put my arm around her as we walked into our team as they congratulated me on the win.

I grabbed a towel and water bottle and sat down on the bench, to relax and cheer my teammates on. I got about 2 minutes of sitting done before I left to go refill my water bottle in the changing rooms. It was a tranquil escape down there, compared to the hectic atmosphere of the track; also, the changing rooms were a short walk away. I was at the sink when I heard a voice from behind me.

"That was a great race you won back there, really got me off my feet." I turned around to see Alex standing in the door way, strap bag on his shoulder and smile on his face.

"Thanks, was it you that was yelling out my number during the race?" I smiled at him as he walked up to me at the sink.

"No, that was my dumbass friend, sorry, but can you blame him?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're beautiful obviously, every guy here is thinking that!" I blushed a bent down a little.

"You really think so? Well, you caught my eye the minute I walked on, Alex" I responded.

"How do you know my name?

"I've heard of you. Alex Bradley, future track champion and high school hunk."

"Well, there's a slim chance of being a "track champion", but I don't know anything about that second part."

"Definitely, someone like you probably gets all the girls." I flirted so conspicuously, but the attitude coming from told me it wouldn't matter in a few minutes.

"I've had a few girlfriends, but the girls have been with lack something I just can't put my finger on. I need a girl with something extra. I think you know what I'm talking about."

"If only he knew," I thought, oblivious to his remark hinting that he knew about my secret. "Um, I'm not really sure what you mean, sorry." I was suspicious, but I didn't want to boast my uniqueness without being 100% sure.

The room fell silent after that, so I tried something I learned from the other girls. I turned around and began to spin the cap back on my bottle when I purposely dropped it onto the floor. "Oops, I'll get that." I said, as I bent down from the waist to pick up the cap, giving him a front row view of my ass.

"You're such a tease," he said as I bent back up.

I turned around to face him and played dumb. "What are you talking about?" I said coyly.

"You know what," he said confidently, then pulled me in by the arms softly but firmly. Then he bent his neck down and we shared our first kiss. It was an unexpected scene, but I didn't want to protest. I had to brake us apart before he pulled me any closer, though, and my conscience wouldn't let me trick another innocent boy into this.

"I don't think you want to do this," I said

"Yes, I do. There isn't a reason in the world why I wouldn't want to," he proclaimed.

"No, you don't understand. I have something else," I said, putting emphasis on the last word.

"Is it this?" he said as he reached between my legs and quickly but firmly stroked my stiffie in my pants. I couldn't believe it! How could he have known, and where did this sudden confidence come from? "I saw it bouncing in your pants during your victory celebration, and it's a good thing you have such a good friend or the whole world would have, too!"

"Oh my god!" I was in shock. How could I have been so close to ruining what I had been doing for my whole life? "Are you going to tell anyone?"

"Of course not! I find it even more appealing, like a woman, but so much more!" He stroked my hair back. "Just so much more interesting." He then went in for another kiss, but this one was allowed. I returned it, and with my go-ahead, he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I brought my arms around his neck and he pulled in my waist, almost lifting my off my feet. I ran my fingers though his hair, pushing his face into mine. He pushed me back into the wall I was leaning against, leaving me surrounded by this man on three sides, and the wall on one. He broke the kiss and smiled at me and I smiled back. There wasn't and still hasn't been a happier moment in my life.

But soon thereafter, his eyes darted to the left, where he saw an empty changing room with a low injury table in the center. The look in his eyes told me what he was going to do next. He picked me up by the ass and carried me into the room. He closed the door behind him, but I told him to lock it.

I went and sat down on the soft mattress table, with my legs crossed and a grin on my face; I couldn't wait for what was coming next. Whatever was coming, I knew that I was going to love it.

"Finally alone," he said as he walked over to me. But before he could get any closer, I dropped down to on my knees in front of him, and easily pulled down his loose shorts and boxers, to reveal a cock that sprang forward. I had denied myself this pleasure for years now, but at this moment it was going to be all worth it. I plunged down onto his cock, and took it deep in my mouth. I left the cock in my mouth to play with and lick all over. I grabbed his balls with my right hand and starting fondling them like a pro. After I licked the underside of his cock's head he let out a soft moan.

"Like that, sweetie?" I asked in the most innocent and sexy voice I could pull off.

"Oh, god, yes!" he groaned as he put one of his hands on my head.

"Well, I've got plenty more of that for you," I said, and what I had I gave to him. I sucked in every way I could, and did all I could to give him the most pleasure. I licked and sucked and played with his balls, and he loved every second of it.

"Stop, stop, stop, I need to be in your ass now." He didn't even have to ask, but then again he didn't. He didn't even say it either, he demanded it and I got on the table and lifted my legs up in the air. He got between my legs, then put them on his shoulders. He grabbed my water bottle then squirted some water onto my ass in an attempt to lube it up, but that was all for nothing. "Looks like I'm just going to have to eat you until you're wet enough."

"Fine by me," my brain said as he knelt down. He found his tongue in me for the second time today, but this time, all I could do was moan out in pleasure at his amazing oral skills. I was taken aback at how natural this was for him. He was so good I thought I would cum right there.

"That should be enough," he said as he got up, admiring his work. I was only disappointed that that was the last of his tongue, but that was very brief, as the next thing on the menu would make me forget all about it. Once more, he grabbed my legs that were flailing in the air, and took control of my ass, only this time, he put his cock at my hole. The sensation was driving me crazy, he was so close to penetrating me, and I was going to lose my virginity. Then, without warning, he jammed it in. Initially, it was a bit painful. I had grossly underestimated the size of his monster. When I sucked it, maybe I was just too excited to take note, but now, I surely noticed it. He slowed down when he saw my discomfort, but I told him to pick up the pace, not caring about the little bit of pain getting in the way of ultimate pleasure. He took that and ran with it. He pulled my legs into him every time he thrust inside me, and every time he did, it felt like he was mapping uncharted territories in there. His cock was going places I didn't even know existed inside me, and I loved it.

My moans of pleasure were good enough signs for him to keep going, which he did in full force. I knew know that he was getting close to cumming and I wanted to cum with him, so I started jacking off with him in me. When he saw this, he eagerly said, "No, I'll do that," and gripped my little dick in his big hand and started jerking it in sync with his fucking. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy every wave of pleasure every time he cock would go all the way in me; his large, solid cock. Soon though, he started pushing in deeper and more furiously, which caused me almost to scream loud enough for the track runners to hear. He was about to cum. He thrust a few more times into me before slamming once more and then shooting his hot stream into me. After his first jet hit my anus walls, I started ejaculating with him. It was the most I had ever cum, all over his hand and my stomach. He also must have came buckets because my ass was overflowing with hot man juice.

We lay there collecting our breaths for a minute before deciding to get back to our events. I cleaned up inside me, pulled up my shorts, and tucked everything back in place, then walked out with him hand in hand.

"Will we ever see each other again?" he asked with a sad look on his face.

"Maybe, give me your hand." I pulled his hand to me and took out a pen. I wrote my phone number and 'Alice <3' next to it. "Call me, ok?"

"Of course," he said elated. "Every day, I mean, if that's want you want," he said shyly, unsure about his next sentence.

I smiled at him. "Just give me a call when you get back tonight. I had a really great time though, thanks." I put both of my hands on his cheeks and we embraced for one last, deep, long kiss that I knew would unfortunately be our last.

"How about next year?" he said. I said sure, and with a wink, walked off to my school, swaying my hips with confidence as I left him standing there with his eyes heavy on the ass he just fucked.