The following story is a work of fiction. Kav Maroney, McKayla Maroney, and any celebrities mentioned here are real people, but they are treated as characters in this story. The text in no way implies any knowledge of the celebrities' true sexuality or actions, and it is not intended to suggest that the celebrities are straight, bisexual, or homosexual.
Sporty Siblings by Peter de Ruthyn
Chapter 1
His legs pumping, Kav Maroney swerved around the hairpin curve in the trail and kept climbing the hill. Gravel scattered out from under his feet and rattled down the cliff. He could feel the pebbles through the thin soles of his blue Asics sneakers. Those, and a matching pair of royal blue shorts, silky nylon that were split all the way up his hips, were the only things he was wearing. It was an appropriate outfit for the California spring, at least when the sun was out. And it was appropriate for other things, too.
He liked coming up on the weekend and jogging in Runyon Canyon. There was always eye candy parading around there, and he dressed accordingly. Athletic, but a little bit slutty. He liked looking at the other guys. He saw no reason why they shouldn't look right back at him. Besides, wearing just track shorts and sneakers was so fucking sexy. The combination made him hard every time. It was who he was, a runner to the core. His cock would have been visibly straining against the thin, too-revealing liner of his shorts by now if he didn't keep moving.
The trail leveled out ahead and he picked up the pace, flashing past a bona fide Andrew Christian model who was resting, a couple of gawky teenage girls who weren't showing near enough skin in his opinion, and a heaving cougar with an annoyed chihuahua on a leash. He leaped the chihuahua and pushed on.
Something sparkled off to the left. Another trail ran down to join this one, and another runner was coming up on him from it. Kav glanced over quickly, then took a second, longer look. It was another boy, about his age, maybe a couple of years older. He had dark hair and brown eyes, a lean runner's body, and he was as nearly nude as Kav was. Except his shorts were white, and his shoes were white Pumas with silver flashes. It was a sensational combination. The boy caught Kav staring at him and flashed him a brilliant grin that made Kav's spine tingle. This day was getting better all the time.
They fell into step together and kept climbing. The number of runners on the trail diminished as they went higher and the grade increased. Soon they were alone, their bodies gliding forward in unison as they shamelessly admired one another.
Then the boy in white spurted ahead. As Kav pushed himself to catch up, he saw that his new running mate was taking a different path, a narrow one that branched off into the woods and scrub. He followed him. He didn't mind the change much, since it mean he could admire the firm, muscular butt that was just peeking out from beneath the hem of the shiny shorts. The other boy took a quick look over his shoulder to make sure Kav was following him and laughed out loud when he saw the admiration on Kav's face. But he kept running. He swerved abruptly to one side, into the woods. Reflexively, Kav followed him before he could stop himself, and instead of crashing into a tree, he found himself slipping between them. He saw the boy stop, and put on the brakes. Panting slightly, he looked around. They were in a tiny clearing just off the path, but hidden from it by the way the trees grew. In the other direction, he could see the sun glinting off the skyscrapers of downtown LA through the branches.
"Hi," the other boy said. He was smiling again in a way that made Kav want to go down on his knees right this second.
"Hi."
"I'm John."
"I'm Kav."
John put out his hand. Kav took it.
"Short for...?"
"Kavnaugh."
"I like Kav better."
"Me too." John was still holding Kav's hand, almost caressing it. Kav didn't mind at all. In fact, he took a step closer to make it easier.
"You're a real runner," John said, looking him over in admiration. His eyes kept coming back to Kav's toned legs and the bulge that was growing in his shorts.
"Wilson High. I do the 200. You?"
"I run cross country for my college. Back in Connecticut."
"Hot," Kav said. "What brings you out here?"
Again that boyish smile of John's. "Porn, actually."
Kav blinked in shock. But it was a good shock. He felt his damp shorts sliding wetly over his hardening shaft. That was so good, too. And John had noticed it, he was sure. "Umm...straight or gay?"
"What about bi?" At the look of surprise on Kav's face, John chuckled. "Just kidding with you. Gay."
"That's awesome," Kav managed to get out. He was usually a lot more forward than this, but the suddenness and the brazenness of this encounter were making him struggle to catch up.
John finally dropped his hand and began playing with the hem of Kav's shorts instead, running them through his fingers. Kav's hard teen cock was clearly visible just above it, but he didn't touch that too. Not yet.
"Sooo..." John said, "what about you? What's your story?"
"I just like running here," Kav shrugged.
"You live in LA then?"
"Long Beach. Just came up for a run."
"That's a bit of a long way to drive to go running."
"Well, I wanted to break the new shoes in in style," Kav said, then bit his tongue. That sounded weird to anyone but him, he thought. "Ahhh..."
But it hadn't sounded weird to John, apparently. He'd let go of Kav's shorts and dropped to one knee in front of him. Kav barely had time to balance himself before John picked up one of his feet and rested it on his knee.
"Nice," John said with approval as he admired the Asics. He squeezed the sneaker a few times, testing its flexibility. That forced a moan out of Kav, which he pretended not to hear. "I see you don't like all that padding crap either."
"That just keeps you from feeling the track," Kav said. He was breathing more heavily than when he'd been running. John's fingers stroked the bare skin of his ankle just above the shoe and he felt his cock begin to precum into his shorts.
"Agreed," John nodded. "Well, you seem to be getting these broken in pretty well..." His voice died away. Kav felt suddenly tense for some reason.
"In more ways than one!" John finished. He grasped Kav's ankle firmly and gave the sneaker a twist. In another moment he was holding it up for closer inspection, leaving Kav's bare foot resting on his leg. Kav realized how nice John's skin felt against his naked sole, but he was too on edge to think about doing anything about it. He saw that John was examining a faint stain on the top of the shoe...
"I know this kind of mark!" John exclaimed. He looked up, and his smile was outright naughty now. "You've been cumming on these!"
The expression of enjoyment on his face reassured Kav. "Always do. Doesn't everyone?"
"Everyone who loves their sport should. And I guess you really love your sport."
"Seem like you do too."
"You have no idea how much! Do you do the insides of yours, too?"
"Of course! First I give my feet a good licking to get them ready. Then I slip my cock into the shoe and lie down on top of it and fuck it till I blow. Then I put it on and do the other one. That's always my routine before my first run in a new pair."
"Fuck, that's hot," John said huskily. He flexed Kav's sneaker in his hand. "I guess you'd feel even hotter if I gave you this back?"
"Fuck yeah!"
Slowly, John lifted Kav's foot and slid the tight, thin running shoe back onto it. He squeezed it gently, massaging the foot through the leather, and insisted on retying the laces for a snug fit. Kav twitched his toes in it. "Looks good," he said with approval.
John stood up. He was only an inch or so taller than Kav, so he could look him in the eyes. Both boys had long ago passed the bulge stage. Their fully hard cocks, trapped in the brief-cut liners of their shorts, pointed off to the side as if trying to curve around their hips. In John's case, his cockhead was clearly visible. The white nylon of his shorts, soaked with precum, had become completely transparent. A drop of precum was even forming on the outside.
"You look good," he said with emphasis.
The two runners thrust their hips forward at the same time. Their wet cocks, covered by double layers of nylon, slid freely over each other as they met. The sensation was exquisite. In an instant their bodies were pressed fully together, young soft skin on young soft skin. Their hips bucked and thrust, fucking one another without penetration. The pressure of cock on cock was more than enough. John's experienced tongue teased Kav's and then withdrew just long enough for Kav to bring his into play, then dove in again. Kav lifted his leg and glided his new sneaker up and down the length of John's calf muscle. John moaned at that and pressed his other leg more firmly into Kav's. From sole to hip, their bodies were joined, with only a tiny bit of fabric between them. And that little bit of fabric made all the difference.
"God, this is too hot," John panted, breaking the kiss. "I love how you look in your gear."
"I'd love to see how you'd look in my gear!" Kav shot back, thrusting even harder.
"I want to go running in yours!"
"I want to cum in yours!"
"I want to suck your cock till you shoot through my shorts!"
"I want you to fuck my sneakers till you fill them with cum!"
"Kinky slut!" John gasped. Their slippery bodies were a blur of fluid motion.
"Yeah!"
"Shoe whore!"
"Oh yeah!"
"Sneaker slut!"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Hot slutty track boy!"
"Fucking YES!" Kav screamed. He trembled and froze. His hard cock ached beyond description, and at that all too accurate description of himself, it began pouring hot teen cum into his shorts. John's mouth closed down on his again. He could feel John spasming as their tongues fought it out, could feel cum that wasn't his trickling down his thigh, could feel it dropping onto his ankle and soaking down into his sneakers. He had never felt so free, so fulfilled!
The boys staggered, leaning on one another to stay upright. The feverishness of their kisses dwindled to gentle pecks, nibbles on the lips and neck. John began carefully stroking Kav's hyper-sensitive body. The younger runner sighed and let himself melt into his new lover, gently returning his touches.
"Oh, fuck," he sighed. "I've never done that before."
"Never had a chance, eh?" John murmured in his ear.
"Hell no. Way too kinky for any of the guys I've been with. Or the girls."
"Sounds like you need to make some better friends."
"I think I just did."
"Anytime, hot stuff," John smiled, giving him another deep kiss.
Kav broke it this time. "You mean that?" There was a hint of worry in his expression.
"Absolutely," John said. He stared into Kav's eyes. "Afraid that I won't?"
"Well..."
"Do you want to do it again?"
"You have no idea how much!"
"Then we will. I've never been lucky enough to be with a guy who was as hot as you are - which you are, by the way - and who had the same real, sexual love for his sport and his gear that I do. I want this just as bad as you!"
The smile that lit up Kav's face was as big as John's this time, and every bit as eager. "Can we do it again now then?"
John's hand wrapping around his still-hard cock answered that question. Kav groaned. His shorts were so wet with his ample load that it felt like his erection was floating in cum. And the feeling of the two layers of nylon sliding over one another as John toyed with him was beyond description. He'd always loved cumming in his track shorts. He never wore a jock unless he was competing so that their silky smoothness would tease his shaved package and make him much more ready to unload. From the expression on John's face, he felt the same way. Kav let his fingers trace the outline of John's substantial manhood, explored the swollen ridge of his cockhead, polished the tip of it and made John bite his lip to keep from crying out at the overstimulation. A moment later Kav did start whimpering as John did the same to his eager prick.
"You. Have. A. Fantastic. Cock," John whispered to Kav in between kisses.
"So do you," Kav replied, starting to fist it. "Nice and thick."
"It's opened a few tight holes." That irresistible grin of John's came out again. "Including my own."
"Whoa! No shit?"
"Nope. I'm flexible."
"And I thought my gymnast sister could do crazy things with her body."
"Not as crazy as I can. I'll let you watch sometime." Kav's cock twitched and gushed precum over John's hand. John stopped stroking him and licked it off appreciatively.
"Tastes good. Got more where that came from?"
"Yeah, but I think I'll put it somewhere where it won't go to waste."
"Like where?"
Kav let go of John's cock. He reached down and unlaced the sneaker on his right foot. It slid off easily, the tongue obviously damp from his dripping cum earlier.
"Now yours," he said with a smirk. John had his shoe off in two seconds.
"Are we going to do what I hope we are?" he asked.
For answer Kav pulled the leg of John's shorts aside. His cock sprang up, all seven and a half inches of it, semen-slick and pulsing. Kav slipped his blue sneaker over the erection and squeezed gently.
"I want to wear your cum in competition."
"Holy fuck, you're going to, soon," John gasped. He fumbled for Kav's cock, enveloped it with his own shoe, watched the younger boy tense and instinctively thrust upward into it.
Their bodies drew together again. Their lips met, and their toes as John covered Kav's bare foot with his own. They worked each other's shafts through the thin leather and rubber and nylon of their running shoes, using them like extraordinarily sensual gloves. They felt themselves coming to the brink of orgasm, and slowed their pace more and more, not wanting the pleasure to end.
But in the end, the mere thought of what they were doing proved too much for both boys. Hardly moving their hands, they whimpered, clutching each other. Cum surged out of their cocks, hot and thick. They could feel it sticking to the insides of their shoes, knew it would soon be clinging to their soles, and that knowledge made them cum even harder. Their bodies shook and jerked with the intensity of their lust.
"That...was...way too good," Kav gasped. He leaned his forehead against John's neck, holding him close. The two boys stood there like that for a while, just embracing.
John was the first to stir. "Shouldn't we finish what we started?"
"Yeah," Kav agreed, half reluctant, half eager. Carefully, he removed his sneaker from John's now-softening cock, making sure that the cum stayed in it, brushed the dust off his foot, and slipped it back on. He felt the cum coat his entire sole almost immediately, there was so much of it.
"Wow," he said, his eyes wide.
"Yeah," John agreed. "I think your cum feels better on my feet than mine."
"Maybe it'll make you run faster now."
"Want to test that theory?"
The smile that had captured Kav from the first moment he saw it was an invitation he couldn't refuse. They took off running together.
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