My friend the runner
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Part three:
Shockwave therapy is recommended for many conditions. It's used to treat joint pain and soft tissue injuries like muscle damage. And by stimulating growth factors and the formation of new blood vessels, and also improving blood flow, it turns out to work spectacularly well for treating erectile dysfunction.
In Gabriel’s case, several factors might be responsible. When I got to know him, I realized many of his issues stemmed from the taboos he grey up with in a very religious household, where everything related to sexuality was forbidden. His wife, a wonderful and very beautiful woman, was not a challenge to him at all in that area, since she was just as (if not more) conservative, and that’s why neither of them noticed what was really happening. The nights when he felt no desire were the ones she looked forward to the most, because for her, sex was just another household chore, at least with Gabriel.
-"So what do I do now?"
-"You should lie down. Ideally, this would be done on a treatment table like the ones they used for the massages recently, but let's use our imagination."
He told me we could go to his room if I wanted, but for some reason, that didn’t seem like a good idea. He knew his wife and the kids wouldn’t be back for at least another hour and a half.
-"I could lie down on the carpet. I'd just need a pillow under my neck."
-"No, that would be too uncomfortable for me. Go ahead and lie down on the couch and lower your pants while I turn on the device."
I turned my back, pretending to prepare the equipment, but in truth, I needed to calm myself—my hands were shaking and I was breathing heavily. When I turned around, he was lying on the couch, undressed from the waist down, his shirt slightly lifted above his belly button. His hands were behind his head, fingers interlocked, staring at the ceiling with a furrowed brow, as if deep in thought or concern.
I was thankful he wasn’t looking at me, because my hands were still trembling, and my eyes were fixed on his body. I had seen it before, but that time I had done my best not to let it show. This time, I had no choice but to look, since it was part of what I had to do. I only hoped he couldn’t hear my heart pounding in my ears.
A fine line of hair ran down from his navel, widening as it continued downward. His body hair was natural, and although he wasn’t overly hairy, it extended to his thighs. He had a beautiful dick, about 7 and a half inches long and slightly wider at the base than the rest of shaft, ending with an almost uncovered pink head. He was uncut but his foreskin was so short, it was like he had been circumcised. The balls contrasted with the rest of his body as they appeared to be shaved, but in reality they weren't and you could see some very fine hairs on them that were way lighter than the rest.
He saw my eyes fixated on his groin but as the innocent giant baby he was, he thoutht i was giving him a medical look.
-"You see? All my brothers were circumcised except me, but it kind of looks like I was, right? I got lucky."
It was a Strange way to break the tension, but not entirely surprising, given the weird situation we got ourselves in, so I decided to mirror his tone to keep things light.
-"I haven’t seen your brothers like this but yeah, i can imagine. Oh and I see you only shaved your balls. Your wife likes it that way?"
-"Huh? No, I didn’t shave. I just don’t grow much hair there. I keep everything natural.
-Why? I know it’s a preference, but is not usual in guys our age. As you saw, i don’t shave but keep everything trimmed short.
-You see, one time when i was 13, my older brothers, the twins, tied my middle brother to the backyard tree, took off his pants and shaved his crotch as a prank. Two days later they told my dad Brady had shaved his pubes. That night he went to our bedroom lifted his sheets and made him remove his underwear to confirm it and beat him because men don’t do that. He never told dad what had really happened because he was not a snitch but he swore revenge. We still laugh about it.
-"I’m dying to hear the revenge story. Well, let’s get started."
I took a bottle of gel from the case that came with the machine. I didn’t even consider asking if they had any other kind of lubricant in the house because i knew the answer. I grabbed his flaccid cock with one hand and squeezed the bottle with the other. He yelled.
-"What’s wrong?"
-"It’s cold! Hahaha."
-"Sorry! I’m turning on the device. Just a heads-up, it might be uncomfortable or painful. You know, kind of like on your knee, but this is a much more sensitive area. I’ll start at the lowest intensity. Sound good?"
-"I’m naked with my junk in your hand—do you think i will turn back now?"
The shockwaves made a soft but audible buzzing and pulsatile sound. I started moving the device along the sides of the shaft, up and Down, where the corpora cavernosa are located, the parts that fill with blood to harden the dick and get an erection. At first, Gabriel winced slightly and clenched his teeth. He said it felt like a very mild electric shock—like licking a battery—but there. Over time, the sensation seemed to grow less unpleasant, and he stopped flinching.
This kind of therapy usually takes two or three sessions before results begin to show. In this case, the results came quickly, too quick if i might say. I could feel his dick growing and stiffening by the minute.
I glanced at him, and he looked completely relaxed, eyes closed, his face reflecting anything but discomfort. I continued with the device, and he was now hard as a rock with an engorged and shiny pink head. I noticed a bit of precum beginning to drip.
“Not bad for someone who just said he couldn’t get it up, huh,” I thought.
His breathing picked up, though he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible. Less than 30 seconds later, his body tensed, and a huge shot of white pearly cum erupted from his pee hole, followed by a second and then tree more, it happened so fast it was unexpected and intense. I managed to tilt his shaft upward just in time, and most of it landed on his shirt and face. Who knew for how long he had been holding it.
He sat up, watery eyes and everything, he was very mortified and unable to look at me.
-"Oh my, i’m soo sorry… I don’t know what happened."
-"You don’t? I might have a theory."
-"This is so embarrassing. I don’t know how to explain it. Pam and I haven’t done anything in bed for months, and I thought I just couldn’t… you know."
-"Must have been stress, like I told you."
-"I guess so."
He removed his shirt to clean other areas where some of it had landed, like the wall. He was now completely naked, and his face was two shades redder than usual.
-"Did it get you? I’m so embarrassed—I could die right now."
-"Relax. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened to plenty of men. All of them i’m sure”
-"Yeah, but you’re my friend and a guy. That’s not supposed to happen. It was the pulses… it stopped bothering me, felt relaxed and then this heat spread through my legs and, well, you know."
-"Don’t worry."
-"I’m going to shower. Come wash your hands."
He grabbed a towel from the hallway and went into the bathroom. The shower had a fully transparent door.
-"Come in, use the sink."
While I washed my hands, I could see him inside, lathering up. My mind kept replaying everything that had just happened. He came out to get dressed, and as I picked up around the living room, his wife and kids arrived. She greeted me warmly and thanked me, saying Gabriel’s knee was doing almost perfectly thanks to my help. She had no idea other parts were doing just as well but something told me she wasn’t finding out very soon. I said goodbye as he, now dressed, started playing with the children.
Risking a speeding ticket, I made the 30-minute drive home in just 17, ran up the stairs, and locked myself in, my body still reacting to everything that had happened and a raging hard on ripping my pants off.
To be continued…
Shockwave therapy is recommended for many conditions. It's used to treat joint pain and soft tissue injuries like muscle damage. And by stimulating growth factors and the formation of new blood vessels, and also improving blood flow, it turns out to work spectacularly well for treating erectile dysfunction.
In Gabriel’s case, several factors might be responsible. When I got to know him, I realized many of his issues stemmed from the taboos he grey up with in a very religious household, where everything related to sexuality was forbidden. His wife, a wonderful and very beautiful woman, was not a challenge to him at all in that area, since she was just as (if not more) conservative, and that’s why neither of them noticed what was really happening. The nights when he felt no desire were the ones she looked forward to the most, because for her, sex was just another household chore, at least with Gabriel.
-"So what do I do now?"
-"You should lie down. Ideally, this would be done on a treatment table like the ones they used for the massages recently, but let's use our imagination."
He told me we could go to his room if I wanted, but for some reason, that didn’t seem like a good idea. He knew his wife and the kids wouldn’t be back for at least another hour and a half.
-"I could lie down on the carpet. I'd just need a pillow under my neck."
-"No, that would be too uncomfortable for me. Go ahead and lie down on the couch and lower your pants while I turn on the device."
I turned my back, pretending to prepare the equipment, but in truth, I needed to calm myself—my hands were shaking and I was breathing heavily. When I turned around, he was lying on the couch, undressed from the waist down, his shirt slightly lifted above his belly button. His hands were behind his head, fingers interlocked, staring at the ceiling with a furrowed brow, as if deep in thought or concern.
I was thankful he wasn’t looking at me, because my hands were still trembling, and my eyes were fixed on his body. I had seen it before, but that time I had done my best not to let it show. This time, I had no choice but to look, since it was part of what I had to do. I only hoped he couldn’t hear my heart pounding in my ears.
A fine line of hair ran down from his navel, widening as it continued downward. His body hair was natural, and although he wasn’t overly hairy, it extended to his thighs. He had a beautiful dick, about 7 and a half inches long and slightly wider at the base than the rest of shaft, ending with an almost uncovered pink head. He was uncut but his foreskin was so short, it was like he had been circumcised. The balls contrasted with the rest of his body as they appeared to be shaved, but in reality they weren't and you could see some very fine hairs on them that were way lighter than the rest.
He saw my eyes fixated on his groin but as the innocent giant baby he was, he thoutht i was giving him a medical look.
-"You see? All my brothers were circumcised except me, but it kind of looks like I was, right? I got lucky."
It was a Strange way to break the tension, but not entirely surprising, given the weird situation we got ourselves in, so I decided to mirror his tone to keep things light.
-"I haven’t seen your brothers like this but yeah, i can imagine. Oh and I see you only shaved your balls. Your wife likes it that way?"
-"Huh? No, I didn’t shave. I just don’t grow much hair there. I keep everything natural.
-Why? I know it’s a preference, but is not usual in guys our age. As you saw, i don’t shave but keep everything trimmed short.
-You see, one time when i was 13, my older brothers, the twins, tied my middle brother to the backyard tree, took off his pants and shaved his crotch as a prank. Two days later they told my dad Brady had shaved his pubes. That night he went to our bedroom lifted his sheets and made him remove his underwear to confirm it and beat him because men don’t do that. He never told dad what had really happened because he was not a snitch but he swore revenge. We still laugh about it.
-"I’m dying to hear the revenge story. Well, let’s get started."
I took a bottle of gel from the case that came with the machine. I didn’t even consider asking if they had any other kind of lubricant in the house because i knew the answer. I grabbed his flaccid cock with one hand and squeezed the bottle with the other. He yelled.
-"What’s wrong?"
-"It’s cold! Hahaha."
-"Sorry! I’m turning on the device. Just a heads-up, it might be uncomfortable or painful. You know, kind of like on your knee, but this is a much more sensitive area. I’ll start at the lowest intensity. Sound good?"
-"I’m naked with my junk in your hand—do you think i will turn back now?"
The shockwaves made a soft but audible buzzing and pulsatile sound. I started moving the device along the sides of the shaft, up and Down, where the corpora cavernosa are located, the parts that fill with blood to harden the dick and get an erection. At first, Gabriel winced slightly and clenched his teeth. He said it felt like a very mild electric shock—like licking a battery—but there. Over time, the sensation seemed to grow less unpleasant, and he stopped flinching.
This kind of therapy usually takes two or three sessions before results begin to show. In this case, the results came quickly, too quick if i might say. I could feel his dick growing and stiffening by the minute.
I glanced at him, and he looked completely relaxed, eyes closed, his face reflecting anything but discomfort. I continued with the device, and he was now hard as a rock with an engorged and shiny pink head. I noticed a bit of precum beginning to drip.
“Not bad for someone who just said he couldn’t get it up, huh,” I thought.
His breathing picked up, though he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible. Less than 30 seconds later, his body tensed, and a huge shot of white pearly cum erupted from his pee hole, followed by a second and then tree more, it happened so fast it was unexpected and intense. I managed to tilt his shaft upward just in time, and most of it landed on his shirt and face. Who knew for how long he had been holding it.
He sat up, watery eyes and everything, he was very mortified and unable to look at me.
-"Oh my, i’m soo sorry… I don’t know what happened."
-"You don’t? I might have a theory."
-"This is so embarrassing. I don’t know how to explain it. Pam and I haven’t done anything in bed for months, and I thought I just couldn’t… you know."
-"Must have been stress, like I told you."
-"I guess so."
He removed his shirt to clean other areas where some of it had landed, like the wall. He was now completely naked, and his face was two shades redder than usual.
-"Did it get you? I’m so embarrassed—I could die right now."
-"Relax. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened to plenty of men. All of them i’m sure”
-"Yeah, but you’re my friend and a guy. That’s not supposed to happen. It was the pulses… it stopped bothering me, felt relaxed and then this heat spread through my legs and, well, you know."
-"Don’t worry."
-"I’m going to shower. Come wash your hands."
He grabbed a towel from the hallway and went into the bathroom. The shower had a fully transparent door.
-"Come in, use the sink."
While I washed my hands, I could see him inside, lathering up. My mind kept replaying everything that had just happened. He came out to get dressed, and as I picked up around the living room, his wife and kids arrived. She greeted me warmly and thanked me, saying Gabriel’s knee was doing almost perfectly thanks to my help. She had no idea other parts were doing just as well but something told me she wasn’t finding out very soon. I said goodbye as he, now dressed, started playing with the children.
Risking a speeding ticket, I made the 30-minute drive home in just 17, ran up the stairs, and locked myself in, my body still reacting to everything that had happened and a raging hard on ripping my pants off.
To be continued…
Awesome new Chapter--great writing and excellent characters
Stesso, you must write another chapter, this is SOOOOOOO GOOOOD!
Just enough details to get images like watching on screen your storie.
I am sending you good vibes to write next chapter.
Just enough details to get images like watching on screen your storie.
I am sending you good vibes to write next chapter.
Please continue the story I beg
Working on it. I’ve been very busy.
heavenonearth
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I've been super busy but i'll be posting the next part today. It's a little different but i promise you will like it.
I've been super busy but i'll be posting the next part today. It's a little different but i promise you will like it.
Chapter four:
Ed.
I’ve played soccer since I was a kid, which gave me a lot of endurance and, why not say it, pretty decent legs. My wife is a doctor and had just given birth. The pregnancy had been complicated, and I had to sacrifice a lot to be there for her through everything. I could tell she felt guilty—though not as guilty as I felt when I looked at other men—but she felt like she needed to make it up to me for the things I’d had to give up, like soccer and hanging out with friends from that circle.
She kept in touch with a former university classmate—well, “kept in touch” is a stretch, but they followed each other on social media, so they always saw what the other was up to. She said he posted about running all the time, the races he did, and he was always sharing photos of his medals. She asked me if I’d be interested in giving it a try since it was something I could do for an hour early in the morning while she and the baby were still asleep. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. I already had the endurance, and it seemed like a good way to get back some of the physical shape I didn’t want to lose. So she reached out to her old classmate, and he gave her info about the running club he belonged to—and, by chance, they were starting with a new group that same week.
I got to the park at 4:45 a.m. and walked over to the group of people wearing black shirts. I didn’t know Owen in person, but I recognized him from the photos. I introduced myself as Andrea’s husband.
“Hey, um—are you Owen?” I asked.
He turned around, big smile, “Yeah, that’s me!”
I noticed he gave a good look up and down, and paused for just an extra second on my legs, covered only by my mid thigh shorts.
“I’m Ed. My wife—Andrea—told you I’d be coming today.”
“Ohhh, you’re Ed!” he said, grabbing my hand with both of his like we were old friends. “Man, it’s great to finally meet you. Welcome to the madness. You have to be crazy to wake up in the middle of the night to run and sweat like this”
We laughed, and before I could say anything else, he tapped the guy next to him on the arm.
“Gabe, this is Ed—the one I told you about.”
Gabriel nodded with a small smile. “Hey, nice to meet you. First day?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I hope I survive.”
Owen laughed again. “No promises.”
He was tall, maybe around 41, but you’d totally believe him if he said he was 32. He had early-stage balding that he disguised with a close-cropped haircut, and a two-day beard that suited him really well. He introduced me to Gabriel, his club partner. He looked about the same age, but unlike Owen—who kept his hair almost shaved—Gabriel let his grow a bit longer to hide the receding hairline, and it looked great on him. He had a knee brace and told me he’d recently recovered from an injury, then gave me a few tips to avoid going through the same thing.
Three months later, I finished my club beginner phase, and they recommended I find someone who ran at my same pace since it’s easier to have someone to motivate you.
Owen and Gabriel were that kind of pair: always together, matching outfits, wearing the same running shoes, always signing up for races as a duo. But all of that was secondary. Where you could really tell how well they got along was when you watched them run. It was practically choreographed. Same pace, synchronized cadence, and according to the social running app where I followed them, even their heart rates were almost identical. If I didn’t know they were both married and hadn’t seen their posts with their families, I would’ve thought they were a couple. But apparently, they were just very close friends.
We always said hi, they’d give me advice even when I didn’t ask for it, and they always answered my questions—especially Owen. Gabriel was the quiet type, and you’d only see him relax a little and smile when he was talking to his friend. They explained that they’d met there just two years ago, which surprised me because I assumed they’d known each other their whole lives. Suddenly I wanted to know more about them, and I even felt a little jealous. I wanted something like that.
-“I’ve noticed you’ve got really good form,” Owen said as we were stretching after a run. “I was talking to Gabriel, and we’d like to invite you to run with us one of these days.”
-“Seriously?” I laughed, half flattered, half nervous. “Thanks, but I don’t think I can keep up with you guys.”
Owen waved a hand like I’d just said something ridiculous. “Come on, man, don’t sell yourself short.”
Gabriel looked up from tying his shoe. -“You’re faster than you think,” he added quietly.
I shook my head. -“I see you two flying by like you’re on rails. Meanwhile I’m back there begging my lungs to keep me alive.”
Owen chuckled. -“Trust me, we’ve all been there. Besides, running with people a little faster than you? That’s how you level up.”
-“Still,” I said, “I don’t want to be the guy holding you back.”
-“You won’t, we’ll leave you behind” Owen said, nudging my shoulder with his fist. “I’m kidding. You just have to stay consistent. That’s it. You’ll see—before you know it, you’ll be running like a pro.”
Gabriel nodded, this time with a small, sincere smile. “It’d be fun having you with us.”
Ed.
I’ve played soccer since I was a kid, which gave me a lot of endurance and, why not say it, pretty decent legs. My wife is a doctor and had just given birth. The pregnancy had been complicated, and I had to sacrifice a lot to be there for her through everything. I could tell she felt guilty—though not as guilty as I felt when I looked at other men—but she felt like she needed to make it up to me for the things I’d had to give up, like soccer and hanging out with friends from that circle.
She kept in touch with a former university classmate—well, “kept in touch” is a stretch, but they followed each other on social media, so they always saw what the other was up to. She said he posted about running all the time, the races he did, and he was always sharing photos of his medals. She asked me if I’d be interested in giving it a try since it was something I could do for an hour early in the morning while she and the baby were still asleep. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. I already had the endurance, and it seemed like a good way to get back some of the physical shape I didn’t want to lose. So she reached out to her old classmate, and he gave her info about the running club he belonged to—and, by chance, they were starting with a new group that same week.
I got to the park at 4:45 a.m. and walked over to the group of people wearing black shirts. I didn’t know Owen in person, but I recognized him from the photos. I introduced myself as Andrea’s husband.
“Hey, um—are you Owen?” I asked.
He turned around, big smile, “Yeah, that’s me!”
I noticed he gave a good look up and down, and paused for just an extra second on my legs, covered only by my mid thigh shorts.
“I’m Ed. My wife—Andrea—told you I’d be coming today.”
“Ohhh, you’re Ed!” he said, grabbing my hand with both of his like we were old friends. “Man, it’s great to finally meet you. Welcome to the madness. You have to be crazy to wake up in the middle of the night to run and sweat like this”
We laughed, and before I could say anything else, he tapped the guy next to him on the arm.
“Gabe, this is Ed—the one I told you about.”
Gabriel nodded with a small smile. “Hey, nice to meet you. First day?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I hope I survive.”
Owen laughed again. “No promises.”
He was tall, maybe around 41, but you’d totally believe him if he said he was 32. He had early-stage balding that he disguised with a close-cropped haircut, and a two-day beard that suited him really well. He introduced me to Gabriel, his club partner. He looked about the same age, but unlike Owen—who kept his hair almost shaved—Gabriel let his grow a bit longer to hide the receding hairline, and it looked great on him. He had a knee brace and told me he’d recently recovered from an injury, then gave me a few tips to avoid going through the same thing.
Three months later, I finished my club beginner phase, and they recommended I find someone who ran at my same pace since it’s easier to have someone to motivate you.
Owen and Gabriel were that kind of pair: always together, matching outfits, wearing the same running shoes, always signing up for races as a duo. But all of that was secondary. Where you could really tell how well they got along was when you watched them run. It was practically choreographed. Same pace, synchronized cadence, and according to the social running app where I followed them, even their heart rates were almost identical. If I didn’t know they were both married and hadn’t seen their posts with their families, I would’ve thought they were a couple. But apparently, they were just very close friends.
We always said hi, they’d give me advice even when I didn’t ask for it, and they always answered my questions—especially Owen. Gabriel was the quiet type, and you’d only see him relax a little and smile when he was talking to his friend. They explained that they’d met there just two years ago, which surprised me because I assumed they’d known each other their whole lives. Suddenly I wanted to know more about them, and I even felt a little jealous. I wanted something like that.
-“I’ve noticed you’ve got really good form,” Owen said as we were stretching after a run. “I was talking to Gabriel, and we’d like to invite you to run with us one of these days.”
-“Seriously?” I laughed, half flattered, half nervous. “Thanks, but I don’t think I can keep up with you guys.”
Owen waved a hand like I’d just said something ridiculous. “Come on, man, don’t sell yourself short.”
Gabriel looked up from tying his shoe. -“You’re faster than you think,” he added quietly.
I shook my head. -“I see you two flying by like you’re on rails. Meanwhile I’m back there begging my lungs to keep me alive.”
Owen chuckled. -“Trust me, we’ve all been there. Besides, running with people a little faster than you? That’s how you level up.”
-“Still,” I said, “I don’t want to be the guy holding you back.”
-“You won’t, we’ll leave you behind” Owen said, nudging my shoulder with his fist. “I’m kidding. You just have to stay consistent. That’s it. You’ll see—before you know it, you’ll be running like a pro.”
Gabriel nodded, this time with a small, sincere smile. “It’d be fun having you with us.”
Is Owen the original perspective from the previous parts?
