"I don't know how you do it" Andy said to me "Every afternoon, in the hotest weather and you come home so tired, I think you'll be needing 911". I had started running in high school but not seriously until I went to college. There, it helped me relax, get away from the pressures of freshman year and even more. By the second year of college, dorm life behind me and only Andy to deal with at home, my running had become a habit. True, I lost weight, people said I had never looked healthier and I could run longer distances but Andy was right. By the time I got back to our apartment all I could do was shower and collapse. Hours later, I'd awake and do classwork...take another nap and then go to classes. "Why do you do that to yourself?" Andy said. He had become my closest friend and surrogate mother when I was away from home. "Because I can" I'd answer flippantly. Andy didn't know the other reason. After I had gotten used to running around the perimeter of campus I began to run to the local town and back just to change the ritual. I got used to people staring at me...some smiled..others talked to each other and once in awhile they called out to me. I liked the attention. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew my defined stomach and chest got some attention. I knew that my shorts riding low on my hips got some stares ... especially as the front of my shorts slid so low one might expect to see pubic hair. And I knew that my buttocks had become tight and round..moving like biceps... And because I wore a loose sling type on purpose. At first I wore a jockstrap..but it hurt..then I wore some underwear and not only liked the feeling but I noticed I got some stares on campus. So the cloth sling, actually a g string type thing, gave me support and movement. And that too was the cause of many onlookers expressions and comments. Finally, I sweat like crazy. It feels good too. And by the time I returned from my daily exercise I was so sweaty that it looked like a shiny coat of moistere all over me. It was late in my Freshman year....actually when it was Winter. I ran in rain, snow, clouds or sunny weather. As I was running along a road on the otherside of town, another guy began to run with me. "Mind if I join you awhile?" I gasped "no". He talked now and then...and kept pace with me. He was older but youthful looking. He stripped off his shirt and I saw his physique out of the corner of my eye...it made my cock harden. "Want to stop awhile?" he asked me and for some reason I agreed as we trotted off the road and towards a small house...his house. He stripped off his jeans as soon as we went inside and his massive cock rose to exhibit his own excitement. We didn't discuss anything we just kissed and wrapped our arms around each other for an hour of passionate lovemaking. His cock wasn't the first I played with, sucked or felt inside me. I had a playful cousing years ago and an Uncle, his father, who buttfucked me during a camping trip. But that was different and it continued for many days afterwards. I'd arrive, panting and sweating and he'd lick, kiss, suck and fuck or have me do the same to him. Another time he ran up to join me, as he did now and then, along with a buddy and the three of us would turn his house into our passion palace. That ended and I missed it. But as I got the indication from others that they liked the look of my stomach, butt, basket or sweaty body, I was friendly and often in bed with them soon thereafter. Andy never knew. "Hey I got an idea...why don't I start running with you? I could use the exercise and lose some weight" "I don't think you know what you're in for" I said to him. "You seem to return everyday with a glow, so why not?" We ran together and as you might suspect, Andy learned quickly the advantage to half naked, sweaty college boys running through town. "You won't believe what that guy asked me" he said to me after someone had run with us awhile then trotted off. "Sure I would. Why do you think I run everyday?" I said and laughed. Andy didn't respond. But as soon as we got back to our place, he pulled off his shorts and waved his cock at me. I accepted the invitation and we had one hell of a 69 session. And after then we both could be seen sweaty, running everyday..sometimes one of us would dissappear for awhile and appear back at home later..to share the stories of new friends and feats. And like me, Andy would be so tired he'd collapse..in the bed we often shared too tired to do anything but kiss and hug. And that was ok too.