You twitch once. "You're insane." William laughs. But he quickly gets up crushing you deeper into the seat in the process. But as he rises he reaches back and plucks you up. Even before he has fully risen he uses one hand to pull back the tights and slides you down into his crack, deeper and deeper the two mounds are bulky and firm and squeeze a little as his hand slides you down towards the place where he's gonna land on you. Suddenly his hand breaks contact and as it retreats the tights close in around you wedging you deep into the crevice. And with a snap the tights close. "Now that feels like a close fit." You hear William jest. "Hope you're ready and suddenly he bends down and as he bends the tights do give him a bit of a wedgy and push you deeper and as he makes contact with the chair. The mounds on either side snap you in place. "Nice." William sighs. And you realise he might be talking about the fact your face is practically kissing the dark hole in the center of his ass. "You still with me?" You can't even twitch your arms or legs, but you can slightly bump your head against his pucker. "Wow, I guess you are pretty sturdy. But you probably can't keep this up for an hour, can you?" You bump once, realising it isn't all that different from being sat on. Just a bit warmer and smellier. William laughs, shaking his body. "I don't know if your bluffing or not. But as long as I don't move too much, you should be fine I guess." You bump once. "Although I should probably get you out, because I need to go for a quick run before dinner." William seems to wait for your answer, but you don't know the question. "I wonder how it would be to go for a run with you in there though. But I'd be too scared to actually grind you to a pulp." Suddenly he gets up and stretches a bit lifting one leg grinding you left. Then his other grinding you right. Squating down a few times. "Does this hurt you at all?" You bump two times, realising it isn't comfortable, but it doesn't really hurt. William walks around a bit. "How about this?" You bump twice again. "Okay, well if that doesn't hurt, you could probably survive a run down there." You bump twice. But at the same moment he takes another step missing the second bump. "Well, okay, fine with me." And you feel him sit down and lean forward to our on shoes. As he gets up he stretches up, probably changing his shirt. And before you can protest. He walks out the door and starts jogging.
You feel like you are in hell. It is hot, smelly and pure torture as he trains intervals between running full-speed and jogging. The jogging isn't the worst. But when he explodes into a run his ass crushes you from all sides you feel like a bean in a coffeemaker. And the fact he gets sweaty make you slide even deeper against the depths of his crack, ramming your face deep into his anus and scrubbing it around. By the time he suddenly stops jogging you can barely recall your name or anything that happened before you were shoved in here. And the stretching part is a cooldown for him, but a different kind of torture for you. Finally he enters his room and laughs. "I know your still alive down there for some reason. And you slide your face around once." Now that was a proper run, don't you think. And I didn't even go all out." You hear him tap some water and drink. Next he fishes you out with two fingers scraping you through his crack as he lifts you. Dangling upside down he brings you to his face. "You okay." You can barely speak but give him a thumbs up. You notice how his shirt is soaked and sticks to his chiseled upper body. He brings you closer to his face and sniffs. "Boy, do you need a shower. And he walks you to his small ensuite bathroom. There is no sink, just a shower a washing machine and a clothes rack. So he places you down on one of the shelves in the corner of his shower and undresses. Before getting in with you completely naked. You see his small shoulders and waist go over into trunklike thighs and veiny calves. Not trying to look at the dangling piece of meat that dwarfs your own size. Thankfully William doesn't notice as he tries to turn on the shower. It spitters a but. But no hot water comes out. "Crap, I forgot, they were gonna turn of the hot water for a few hours today. Guess we have to wait for now." He turns around and grabs a washcloth from the rack. But as he pulls it free, it snap towards him and as he stumbles back he accidentally swipes it pas you and your arm gets stuck in a loop as it passes by and sweeps you with it. Without noticing this William slides his hand in the cloth and you end up right on top of his hand as he slams it into his pit and starts rubbing himself dry.
How he figured this would be better than a normal towel is beyond you. But he rubs you down his body. Pit for pit and down his chest and abs. Inside and outside his legs and his groin he hardly ever lifts the cloth, he pushes hard though and you wonder why he doesn't even notice you. You get to smell and taste every inch of his body and it is bad. You almost wish you were back in the gymbag. Finally you get pushed back through his ass. And he seems done. As he lifts the cloth to pull it of his hand he suddenly notices you. In the middle all covered in his sweat. "Wait... How did you." And he suddenly burst out in laughter. "Oh wow. I guess I gave you a little more than you bargained for." At that moment the shower spitters and warm water falls over you and William. "Well lucky you. At least now I can clean you up. And he quickly rinses you off before pulling you from the cloth and giving himself a quick wash.
As he gets out he puts on sweatpants and the oversized hoodie again before picking you up and carrying you back to the desk. "So... That must have been just about the worst thing that ever happened to you. Sorry about that." You grin. "You mean the run or the rubdown." He laughs. "You tell me." You nod "definitely the rubdown. I guess I don't see a future career as living washcloth work out for me." William laughs, "well you can always have a career as a training buddy, because you kept up with me every step of my run." You shrug, "that can't have been comfortable for you." William chuckles, "I dunno, it felt kinda funny at the start, but it was getting a bit more fun feeling you being pressed in deeper and deeper, wondering how far I could go." You tilt your head, "you mean you enjoyed it?" William thinks for a second. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I didn't hate the feeling and it was different from my other runs, where I usually only deal with other runners. At least this way I knew I was crushing at least one person... In a way." You notice something. "You're not even thinking to much about the meet are you?" William blinks. "Now that you mention it... You kinda destressed me... Like a little stressball. So I guess thanks." You chuckle. "Well my pleasure. I wish I could do it in an easier way for me. But I'm glad I could contribute." William thinks for a second. "You live alone right?" You nod, "well why don't you stay over till after the meet. Help me get through this week."
You look up. "How could I get you through this week. You expect me to go running with you again?" William laughs, "Only if you want. But you helped me with algebra too and your pretty easy to talk too. I don't have that many friends. Running is just about all I do. I need the scholarship. So..." He gestures to the room with nothing more than a small kitchenette with a hot plate, a desk, a small couch and a bed. "How about mi casa es su casa?"
You wonder how much time you will actually spent time talking, but in the end you realise having a giant friendly with you might prove useful.
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