You are panting hard, leaning against a light pole. You kept up with Gene for the first 10 minutes, but he went to a faster pace and left you behind. You watch as Gene moves from light beam to light beam on the sidewalk around the small lake in the park. He is on his third lap since you've been resting. You have at least 2 miles back to the dorm. You feel a second wind and begin to jog the same path that Gene is on. You meet hir back at the light pole you were resting on. Gene smiles and takes off, but not leaving you behind. Forty-five minutes later, you arrive back in Gene's apartment.
Gene smiles as he gives you a cold water bottle, "I signed up as a walk on for the track team. I did 10 miles in 50 minutes. My sprint drills were not very good, but coach says he can work on that with me. I would be honored if you would be my training partner."
You think for a moment, "Can I let you know in the morning?"
Gene smiles, "You got it."
You don't know why you took a shower earlier, as no good deed goes unpunished. You are still sweating, your singlet clung to your body like a wet swimsuit. Gene has you stand up when you finish the water, unzips your singlet, then pulls it down like peeling a banana. Slowly, you step out of the singlet and make your way to the shower. Gene joins you in the shower for a moment just for a quick soap and rinse, then he is out, leaving you alone under the hot water spray. Gene snaps you back into reality, "Come on," he says, knocking on the shower door. Not done, you turn off the water, and step out. Gene is changing the sheets when you step into the room.
Gene points to his towel, "Use mine, it's just damp." You make slow work of the towel as Gene continues making the bed, and proudly slaps the edge of the bed when he's done, "Let's get you to bed." Gene takes the towel from you and leads your tired body to the bed, pulling the sheets back, then easing you down and tucking you in. "I didn't mean to run for an hour tonight. I just felt so good," whispered Gene. The next thing you know, you awaken to the sounds of Gene sucking is own cock next to you in bed. You smile, roll over to face Gene, and wrap your arm around his waist, and slowly slide your cock, though not as long or as big, into Gene's now relaxed ass. Not having Gene's super body, also means not having his longevity. As you orgasm quickly, you hear Gene give a loud slurp from his cock and giggle, "Tease. This time you change the sheets."
You groan in response, and try to keep sliding in and out of Gene, but your softening shaft betrays you. With the morning festivities now concluded, you both get out of bed. After a quick shower, you change the bed sheets and Gene helps you finish up as soon as he dries off from his shower.
Gene smiles at you, "Breakfast?"
You nod, and Gene tosses you a pair of track tights and a compression shirt. You just finish putting on the tights and shirt when Gene opens the door as he slides his feet into his sandals. You love Gene wardrobe selections, a too tight tube top and shiny black compression shorts vacuumed tightly around his cock. You slide your feet into the teva sandals close by and the two of you head to the campus dining hall for breakfast. Gene follows behind you, constantly reaching down and groping your butt, once cheek at a time.
As the two of you arrive at the dining hall, you turn and kiss Gene softly, and pulling away you whisper, "Put me down as yes for your training partner."
Gene's response is to reach with both arms around your waist and squeeze both of your butt cheeks at the same time, lifting you into the air, and lets out a gleeful, "Yea!"