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Summary of Chapter 2

Ricca returned to her apartment with fond memories of the intimate moments she'd spent with Ray. Unable to sleep, she encourages Ray to meet her outside the apartment block and leads him back down into the ravine. Making their way back to their special place, Ricca is intent on consummating their relationship despite the challenges Ray's size presents.

The first warm beams of sunlight shone through Ray's bedroom window rousing him from his deep sleep. He rose and picked up his phone from its charging cradle to check the time. 7:40 am. Still early. Flicking through his phone's menus, Ray opened the calendar app to see what kind of training he had planned for today. Being a track and field runner meant that he had to keep in shape during the summer months and his coach had pulled him aside to suggest a training regimen.

Today's program consisted of a 8 mile run followed by light weight lifting to strengthen his arms, shoulders and back. Before getting dressed Ray started his day with his usual 50 reps of situps and pushups just to get his blood pumping at a good pace. The sun was making his room hotter than normal and he began to sweat about halfway through his reps. Ray didn't mind however as he was distracted by the memories of the previous night with Ricca. Sneaking out without waking his parents took all his skill and coming back in was just as hair raising. But being with Ricca made it all worthwhile; they had actually had sex! Ray couldn't believe how lucky he was with Ricca being bold enough to take the lead and removing his uncertainty when it came to how to proceed.

Finished with his reps, Ray grabbed a towel and headed to the shower. He could tell that his mother, Lucy, was awake by the cooking smells from the kitchen. Ray's father, Butch, was still in his parent's room probably not yet awake. Butch liked to sleep in more often than not which had given him a reputation of being late for just about anything if it was scheduled in the morning. Ray stepped into the steamy shower just as he heard a knock at the bathroom door, it was his mother.

"Ray, I'm making pancakes, how many do you want?" Lucy asked him.

"None for me thanks, gotta run 8 miles today." Ray replied.

As delicious as his mother's pancakes were, Ray didn't want to get bogged down during his run. He'd have to be satisfied with fruit and maybe some sausages that usually accompanied a pancake breakfast. The hot water loosened his muscles and the steam cleared his lungs as he lathered up and methodically washed his body. Head, arms, chest, back, butt, cock and down to his legs. He pushed thoughts of Ricca away for the moment as he wanted to get his training done as quickly as possible, getting hard now would just slow him down. Satisfied and clean, he dried off and dressed in his usual running attire foregoing his jock since this casual run didn't require his spandex shorts.

Food was being served in the kitchen, the glorious smells of Lucy's cooking made Ray's mouth water in anticipation. He ate quickly as his mother tried her best to wake her husband who did his best impersonation of a log. Lucy's exasperated pleads to wake Butch were met with silence. Ray loved these morning battles to wake his sleeping giant of a father, and he secretly thought that Butch did it on purpose to rile up Lucy on a daily basis.

Ray finished up and cleared his place at the table before calling out to his mother that he was going on a run. He almost forgot his phone and raced back to his room to pick it up as it contained the route he planned to take today. He left the apartment and pressed the button to call the elevator as put on his earbuds to listen to some of his favorite music. Bracing himself against the anticipated blast of heat as he exited the building Ray instead felt the cool morning air fill his lungs as he began to run.

Falling into his rhythmic stride Ray passed by the usual morning crowd of walkers, commuters and fellow runners on the road. He recognized Mr. Henderson from the hardware store and nodded as they passed each other. Ray applauded Mr. Henderson for trying to get in shape, the bear had spent his life behind a counter which added more than a few pounds to his frame. Maybe Ray should stop by the store later to give Mr. Henderson some tips on his form.

A chime rang in his ears from his phone to indicate a turn ahead. The running app would signal an upcoming left or right with different tones as Ray ran his planned route. He liked to run on the lesser trafficked roads just to be safe, plus it gave him a chance to pass by a few of his friends' houses. Ray didn't expect to meet any of his schoolmates this early on a Sunday morning however he still enjoyed the familiar surroundings.

The blare of a car horn broke Ray from his easy strides as he scrambled away from the road. High pitched laughter rang out making Ray turn angrily to face his tormentors. Maggie and Heather, the co-head cheerleaders, parked an open topped convertible on the side of the road as they continued to giggle at Ray's startled expression.

"How's it hanging Ray?" Heather kept giggling at Ray which annoyed him to no end.

Maggie and Heather excelled as cheerleaders but not much else. Maggie, a voluptuous minx, drove while Heather, her red fox fur shining in the sun, leered at Ray. If the rumors were true the whole cheerleading team had a pool going, the winner would be the one who could sleep with all the team captains at school. Ray was the captain the track team but had felt secure knowing that Maggie and Heather's main focus would be the basketball, football and soccer captains before taking him on as a challenge.

"Need a ride somewhere big guy?" Maggie almost cooed at him.

"Nope," refused Ray, none too gently. "I'm training and I have to finish."

"Let us cheer you on for inspiration then!" Heather said as if this was the best idea ever.

"No thanks, I probably won't hear you through my music anyway." Ray pointed to the wires hanging from his ears as proof.

Ray turned and continued to run, if not faster than necessary as he wanted to put some distance between him and the cheerleaders. Out of the corner of his eye the convertible shadowed him and he heard the muffled sounds of cheering. He waved in acknowledgement to satisfy whatever they wanted from him while scanning the road ahead for an escape route. Ray saw a path between two houses and turned abruptly leaving the singing girls behind. Breathing heavy in relief, Ray decided to stop to drink and backtrack along his route to avoid another chance meeting.

Peering out from the path, the road he'd left was clear, Maggie and Heather long gone in search of easier prey, or so Ray hoped. He did find the pair attractive to look at, almost beautiful until they opened their mouths to speak. Absolutely nothing of consequence ever came out of their lips save for the tired, old high school gossip that seemed to fuel the whole cheerleading squad. Some of his friends drooled after the squad knowing full well that Ray was to be a target of t"heir affections. Realizing his new status as a newly mated stallion, he smiled to himself with the knowledge that he was off the market.

As if on cue Ray's phone chirped with an incoming call. Ricca's name filled the display as he pressed the answer button.

"Hi Ricca! You're up early."

"Just getting ready now. Thanks for the great sleep last night." Ricca said casually.

Ray blushed in spite of himself. "You're welcome, I guess? How do you feel?"

"Satisfied and sore. I'm gonna try to get out and shoot some baskets to limber up. You're out running right?"

"Yeah. You'll never guess who stopped me."

Ray recounted being accosted by the cheerleaders much to Ricca's disgust. They joked that Maggie and Heather would be greatly improved by having their mouths taped shut on a near constant basis. Sharing a good laugh and put at ease, Ricca needed to get off the phone to take her shower and said her goodbyes. Ray reopened his running app and entered the school courts as his destination estimating that he and Ricca would arrive together after his run and her shower.

He set a quick pace to get his heart pumping again and soon he got into a good rhythm, his powerful legs making giant strides in tune with deliberate deep breaths meant to maximise endurance. Ray's hooves clicked on the ground with each step despite the padded soles he wore for comfort. His body performed mechanically leaving his mind free to focus on the previous night spent with Ricca. Ray remembered how her toned body felt in his hands, how her soft breasts almost melted in his palms and how wonderful it was for his cock to be wrapped in the tight recesses of her pussy. Lost in thought he didn't realize what effect his memories were having on his extending sheathe. With no jock to contain his member, his shaft snaked down his leg threatening to make an appearance at the base of his loose shorts.

Ray was distracted from his thoughts of Ricca by an insistent thumping against his left leg. Suddenly aware of his situation, he looked down in horror as the outline of his cock was clearly visible through the light material of his shorts. He stopped and bent down to maintain his dignity while looking up to see if anyone was watching. A mother pushing a stroller was approaching him but she was too far away to have noticed any details. Mock rubbing his leg as if Ray was cramping up, he waited until the lady passed by before adjusting himself to appear descent.

Running was out of the question, even a slow walk shifted his member about making Ray perform constant small adjustments. Using lessons from his breathing classes Ray tried to calm himself down. He counted to 10 over and over again, breathing the same number of breaths all while his hands were rooted deep in his pockets supporting his shaft. To his dismay, no amount of breathing exercises could drain the blood from his cock and he had to find a place to sit for a few minutes to decide what to do next.

A convenient bench, partially shaded by a willow overhead, provided him much needed relief as he sat in contemplation. In his experience the only way to deflate his monster was to seek release; how could he manage that in this exposed position? The answer presented itself in front of him as the tops of wild trees indicated the location of his now favorite ravine just a block away. If he could avoid notice for a minute or so he could make a mad dash to the tree line and be hidden from any curious onlookers.

Taking one last deep breath for confidence Ray stood and sprinted as fast as ever, his cock making an obscene bulge in his shorts that bounced from left to right with every stride. He closed the distance to the ravine in a time that would make an olympic runner proud. There was no path in sight but Ray sprinted ahead, eyeing a gap between two small bushes that looked like they would give way. Fortunately for him, they let him pass and Ray skidded to a halt before reaching the top edge of the ravine. The slope down wasn't too steep from this angle, footholds were easy to find as Ray made his way down to the bottom.

He decided to find the clearing where he and Ricca had shared all their intimate moments together, no other place would really make him comfortable enough to take care of his problem. The daylight gave him a much clearer view of his surroundings and he picked his way through the trees as if drawn forward by lust. The low brush disappeared upon entering the clearing; Ray noted a small sapling growing in the center that looked new but he paid it little mind as he pulled down his shorts exposing his cock to the fresh air. Ray already felt better, not needing to touch his shaft just yet. He enjoyed looking over this spot, each branch, root and tree held a special significance to him.

His cock throbbed painfully, demanding Ray's immediate attention which he happily gave. Gripping his shaft with his right hand he began to stroke urgently, his left found a tree which he used to lower himself to the ground. Ray usually masturbated in the shower or when he took a rare bath knowing that he needed space for his sizable loads to flow freely. He liked to stroke his shaft with his right hand, avoiding the flare almost completely, and squeeze his balls with his left. Alternating a long stroke with a quick squeeze gave Ray the most pleasure as he felt his orgasm build within him.

Remembering what Ricca had tried yesterday, Ray lowered his left hand and pressed a finger into his anus. It was difficult to get the correct angle but he persisted, eventually slipping his index finger inside to the first knuckle. An unexpected moan escaped his lips as his right hand sped up, his hips thrust forward involuntarily to meet each long stroke. Ray wasn't sure what to do with his finger in his ass so he settled on probing around, curious to see if he could hit the same spot as Ricca did last night.

Ray closed his eyes, wrapped up in his self pleasure, the wave of his imminent orgasm increasing in intensity. He lost all sensation of his surroundings and turned his focus inward, feeling his right hand grip, stroke and rotate around his member. The finger in his ass pushing deeper until he touched the hard contours of his prostate. He pressed hard against that firmness as a powerful rush of pleasure shot through him. Again he pressed and the rush grew to new heights, his release near. His balls drew up into his body preparing for the massive load of cum that would soon follow. A sliver of drool ran from the side of Ray's mouth when his whole body tensed, lifting his butt off the ground.

The first shot of cum exploded from Ray's cock reaching at least 10 feet straight up. Every muscle strained with the force of his orgasm as a second pulse held him in place. Jets of jizz sprayed out in all directions, Ray unable to control where he pointed his cock. Some splashed on his chest, landed on his face and coated the dirt where he lay. Ray let himself go experiencing wave after wave of pleasure rock his mind and body. His muscles relaxed enough for him to flop down to the ground yet his orgasm continued unabated.

Cum no longer shot from his cock, rather it flowed like an open faucet over his chest and legs. Occasional pulses jerked his member to one side or the other, gradually slowing the stream of seed until Ray's balls emptied themselves of their contents. Ray regained his senses enough to see the mess he'd made of himself. Fortunately, his shorts escaped his blasts thanks to having taken them off a little distance away. He couldn't believe what he saw, his chest and legs were soaked and he felt small drops falling from his chin to his chest.

"No. Fucking. Way."

Ricca stood at the edge of the clearing holding a basketball while staring in disbelief at what she'd just witnessed.

"Wha... huh? Whoa..." Ray couldn't put words together, shocked to see Ricca standing over him.

"That must have been a great run." Ricca said slyly.

"No... I mean yes, I mean... where did you come from?" Ray pleaded.

"I told you I was heading to the courts earlier. For some reason I felt like coming through here. I heard some moans and rushed over to find you... well... fertilizing the dirt?"

Ricca laughed and Ray sheepishly joined her. He stood up, albeit unsteadily, and leaned on a tree for support, his cock hung limp between them.

"What am I going to do with you?" Ricca asked tenderly. "Do I need to satisfy you each morning and night?"

"I dunno," Ray said. "Maybe you just have this effect on me."

"You're blaming me now? I'm not the one who looks like a snow monster." Ricca couldn't help herself and laughed again.

"Point taken." Ray looked down at his soaked shirt. "I don't suppose you have an extra shirt on you?"

"Of course not, silly. Don't worry, I'll grab something from my closet... and a towel I think." Ricca turned away sharply. The sight of his cock and cum was driving her wild, but she needed to take care of him first.

"I'll be here!" Ray shouted after her, then realized that he had no option but to stay here. He didn't dare put on his shorts in his current state, so worked on wiping his face and chest with his hands. Ray failed to notice that drops of his seed were being absorbed by the dirt far quicker than normal and that the sapling in the center of the clearing had grown another 2 inches.