Racing Hearts

ONE

The tall, skinny redhead, pale skinned and freckled, gulped a little as she looked up at the obstacle course. A huge cobweb of poles, rings, nets, slats, and bullseyes, mounted across thick wooden and stone pillars, spread out before and above her. She took a breath, and leaned forward. Her hair was tied back in a tight pony tail, and her tank top and short shorts did little to abate the heat of the sun.

Just beneath her bare feet, Evan laid naked, frozen stock still and straight. As tall as Hannah, lean but fit, his curly blond hair was cut short. Hannah's left foot was on his chest, her right foot planted firmly atop his hard, throbbing penis. He had a look of serene calmness, even as Hannah channeled teasing energy through his body, pleasurable tingles and stroking and sucking sensations up and down his penis and testicles. The boy let himself enjoy the sensations, going with the flow. Frozen in place as he was, the magic gripping him from the inside, most boys would still be twitching and gasping in their restraints. Evan had learned an art of self control that let him remain calm, even as Hannah's sexual magic flooded his physical senses with incredible feelings of lovemaking. Hannah smiled at him, and he opened his eyes just a bit. Hannah winked and blew him a kiss. Evan made a kiss back, though all he could do was twitch his lips a bit, before closing his eyes and letting himself bathe in her energies.

Next to the couple, nine others were lined up in place, nine athletic women standing atop nude men in the supine position, one foot on their chest, one foot on their cock. All were leaning forward slightly, invisible energy brimming around them.

A cool breeze blew across the field where the obstacle course had been constructed. To one side, a row of bleachers held spectators and prospectors, as well as the row of women who were each Monitoring the Boy Boarders carefully, to ensure no one tried to cheat. Another moment of anticipation passed, and then the sound of a starting gun went off. With a thought, Hannah lifted herself and Evan in the air, her telekinetic power over the male body enabling her to not only freeze Evan in place, but float him around at will. Around her, the nine other women did the same with their boys. Half a heartbeat later, all ten couples were rocketing towards the obstacle course.

Hannah focused on the set of rings lowest to the ground, large metal hoops big enough for two to enter, curved into a winding path that rose higher off the ground as it went. Three girls beat her to it, but she was able to just zip in ahead of a fourth competitor. Hannah crouched her body down to shoot herself and Evan through the large rings, banking to the left, then the right, passing through a tunnel of thirty. An easy move, but as soon as the ring tunnel ended, she had to immediately dive down along a sheer wall, skating along the edge just close enough that Evan's bare butt almost brushed around it.

Several feet of wall ended just four feet from the ground, and Hannah had to flatten her body against her boy for a second as she turned sharply under the wall, then got back on her feet as she shot up along it's opposite side. The wall stretched high into the air, 200 meters easily, and she poured on the speed as she went, passing one of the three couples ahead of her.

As she neared the end of the wall, she shot into the open sky, wheeled her boy around, and dove towards another tunnel of rings, this one winding in a steep dive, then shooting back up, before leveling out in a wide path around the whole of the course. The initial curves were tight and the rings narrowed gradually. She felt her ponytail slap the edge of the rings as she reached the level part, and she had to crouch fully against her boy. She could only crouch for a moment, however, as she had to stay on her feet as much as possible.

Then, the rings became jagged, misaligned by three to five feet from ring to ring, forcing her to zig-zag up and down and side to side to go through each one. As she caught up to the second girl ahead of her, the other couple didn't quite make it through one set, her boy's shoulder catching on the edge. The two spilled through the ring, falling out of the air for a moment. Hannah concentrated and deftly shot through the ring, ignoring the couple. Even at such speed, the magic toughened the body enough that the boy would be fine. The girl was already catching him with her own magic, and catching herself on his body, flying around to try that ring again. Unfortunately, four other couples made it through before she could try again, leaving her way behind.

That was the way of the race. One slip up could knock you from first place to last in the blink of an eye. Hannah made sure she remained calm, even as the ring tunnel terminated in a five-way looping weave between a set of rings formed into a tight circle. She barely managed to do the sequence right, and ahead of her, the girl in first place made a crucial error, skipping one of the loops as she wove back and forth through the circle. The girl jerked away from the circle, shaking her head and letting out a curse as she realized her mistake, and had to start the circle sequence again.

Hannah, however, completed it perfectly, and allowed herself a small whoop of success, shooting away from the ring circle like a bullet. Coming to the next part, she saw a crazy array of padded bullseyes, just like an archery course, arranged in a three-dimensional, roughly oval spread. A split second glance showed the gradual sequence of colors, shifting from red to blue, noting the sequence she was supposed to strike them. She shot for one target, a two-foot wide pad, flipped herself over and planted her hands on it, shoving away toward the next target. She repeated the move with every pad, slapping them with her hands and propelling herself to the next. Thirty in all, and she had to hit them in exactly the right order, or do the whole thing over again. She was twenty targets in, when the section was filled with four other couples. One girl shot around them all, bouncing between the targets like a superball, and surpassing Hannah with frightening ease. She was back down to second. Hannah slapped her last line of targets, another girl catching up right behind her, and the two shot out of the target zone, parallel to each other.

The competitors spared a glance. The other girl and her boy were dark skinned, both with long black hair, and brown eyes; Isa and Paulo if Hannah remembered correctly. Isa offered Hannah a small smile, which Hannah returned, and the two leaned forward, twin human rockets bolting towards a series of poles jutting out from pillars. Both girls reached them at the same time, and had to work around one another; one could not attack another competitor, and that meant running into or shoving each other out of the way. Hannah and Isa each grabbed the first pole, whipped around it, and let go, launching themselves at the next in sequence.

Firm poles, those anchored between two pillars, were supposed to be grabbed, spun around using your arm as a pivot. Loose poles, those anchored on one pillar and jutting into the air, were not to be touched, but were arrayed in such a way as to requiring weaving around them in tight turns and whirls. One firm pole spin, followed by a set of five loose poles, then a firm, then more loose, etc.

Hannah staved off dizziness by sending a small burst of magic through Evan's cock, teasing his nerves. She felt his cock flex beneath her foot, and felt the energy of his lust, his male need, surge through her, the healing effects of the magic keeping her focused and balanced. The magic not only enabled her to fly this insane course, but withstand the constant whipping and whirling without losing her lunch.

Unfortunately, Isa was just a bit more agile than her and pulled ahead as Hannah wove through the last set of loose poles. Hannah frowned, but didn't let herself get discouraged as she nose dived towards the next part, a series of slats and panels low to the ground. There was no way she could pass through them on top of Evan, even if she went as flat as possible. This was the trickiest part for her, the Jumper sequences. As she leveled out just two inches from the ground, the first panel, laid flat with only half a meter of clearance, barred the way. Hannah tensed, then leaped off of Evan. Her power pushed him forward, and pressed his penis flat against his stomach so it wouldn't hit the panel as he shot under it. Hannah herself, however, had to allow the momentum of her leap to do the work. She couldn't use her magic to float her own body in this competition. She was going fast enough, however, that the panel, three meters in length, was cleared in a second, and her feet reconnected to Evan once she cleared it. She'd almost pushed him too fast, so that he'd ended up past the panel before her, but she'd managed to catch and realign herself in just a moment.

Suddenly, another of the competitors shot past her, only to jolt, and curse, and immediately fly back to try the jump again, even as two more girls caught up. She must have tried to fly herself part of the way, and was called on it by the Monitors. Hannah smirked as she pressed her advantage, doing several more panel jumps.

Up ahead, shooting through one more tight ring tunnel, the girl who'd been holding first place clipped one of the rings and spilled to the side, having to redo the sequences. Isa and Hannah zipped past her, just inches away from each other. Hannah's only chance to win was to somehow shoot ahead, cutting her off to reach through a rings before she did. But the girl was just too damn fast! Hannah was close enough to reach down and touch the feet of her boy, but couldn't gain as she was forced to navigate the rings.

And then the final ring was in place, a rectangular one too flat for a girl standing on a boy to make it through. Isa tried to flatten herself on her boy as much as possible and tilted slightly. The two barely made it through, clipping the sides and tumbling through the air, forcing Isa to catch herself and Paulo before heading for the white and black checkerboard strip on the ground below that marked the finish line.

Hannah, however, released her feet from Evan, let him shoot past her, then as she fell, reached forward and snagged his ankle. The two threaded through the tight rectangle ring like a long needle, just barely missing the edges. Once through, Hannah immediately pulled herself forward, planting her feet on Evan, and shooting past the dark haired couple as they were rebalancing themselves.

Hannah shot down twenty meters in a steep angle, then leveled out barely three centimeters off the ground, and shot across the finish line. Just as she reached it, Isa caught up to her, and both crossed the line at the same time. Slowing rapidly and veering off to the side, they came to rest as the remaining eight girls shot past them. When the final girl made it, a whistle was blown.

The girls looked up, towards the people on the bleachers. Above them, a large light up panel showed the time. Hannah/Evan and Isa/Paulo had completed the course in forty-point-three seconds, the others coming in just a few second after. Not quite the official record, but close to it.

Hannah and Isa stepped off their boys, smiled, and shook hands. The two boys, released from their girls' magic, let out gasps and sagged upon the ground. Their cocks were quivering hard, and they stood up a bit shakily. Such a complicated course required the girls to tease them intensely for maximum energy, to give them the mystic strength and finesse to run the course as fast and precise as possible.

Isa pat Paulo's shoulder and rubbed his back affectionately, while Hannah gave Evan a kiss. Both girls used a bit of magic to ease the ache in the loins of their boys. But unfortunately, neither boy would be cumming any time soon. For a pro-Boy Boarding team, they needed to be as primed up as possible to provide the girls with the energy they needed.

The ten couples went over to the bleachers to get their assessment.

TWO

Boy Boarding had been around almost as long as Sex Magic itself. Within a few weeks of Sex Magic's appearance, women had already figured out how to use the magic to freeze men in place or make their bodies move how they wished, including floating them through the air.

A group of skater girls in Los Angeles had first figured the trick out while messing around with their powers. One girl tried it out on her boyfriend as a way to tease and humiliate him, and her friends thought it was so funny, they had to try it with their own boyfriends and boytoys! Soon, videos of their stunt were shared on the internet, and the technique became popular as a Sex Magic prank. Some women even started using the it as a regular means of making short trips around town!

However, the original group of girls, as well as other skaters and surfers very quickly realized the trick had actual merit as a sport, just as much as skating and surfing competitions. Likewise, plenty of female daredevils and stunt performers found it an exhilarating new challenge.

Within a couple years, amateur Boyboarding Races were being held, and quickly grew in popularity. By the seventh year of Sex Magic, the first official Boy Boarding League was founded in southern California, with the now mostly disused Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum converted into the first professionally designed and constructed obstacle course. Boy Boarding teams from around the United States came to compete, and the turn out was even larger than expected. Soon, similar Leagues were formed in a dozen other countries throughout the Americas, and large stadium conversions were done in Chicago, Montreal, Mexico City, and Rio de Janeiro, with a European League and the first built-from-scratch stadium being constructed in Marseille, France.

Hannah and Evan were just one couple hoping to qualify for the grand opening race in Marseille. The two were almost giddy as they entered the old apartment building that had been converted into a dorm for the competitors. The place was composed only of studio rooms and one-bedroom apartments, but it was more than enough for the hopeful couple. Some rooms were already being emptied as some couples didn't make the cut. Hannah and Evan exchanged a few pleasantries with some, ignored jealous glares from others, but did their best to not rub in their victory. Of all the sets of competitors, they had come in fifth place overall out of two hundred hopefuls. There were still more competitions to come to whittle the sets down to a solid ten for the big Marseille game, but they were well ahead of the curve so far.

"We're gunna do it!" said Hannah as they burst into their studio room, grinning from ear to ear. "We're going to make the Internationals!"

Evan grinned and hugged her tightly. "I knew you could do it!"

"Hey, we did it, silly boy," she said, hugging him back tightly and kissing him deeply. As she did, magic welled up around them and Evan's cock throbbed. The boy let out a soft moan and his hips twitched for a moment. Hannah pulled away from him, smiling apologetically. "Sorry!"

"N-no problem," Evan breathed, calming himself.

She squeezed his shoulder affectionately. "I know it's tough, Evan. I'm really sorry."

He smiled and pulled her into another kiss, letting his cock throb against her. "I know," he said. "You really don't have to keep saying it." He couldn't help but push his hips against hers, and as they kissed, he pushed her back against the wall. Evan slid his hand down her tight shorts and pressed his fingers against her sex, already hot and moistening.

"Oh, Evan..." she breathed and held him tightly. She let out a soft moan as his fingers entered her, his strong hands exploring her in exactly the way that made her knees give out. He pressed himself against her, holding her up against the wall as he rubbed her inside and out with his hand, kissing and nibbling at her neck and earlobe. Soon, she was twitching and gasping against him, clutching him and burying her face into his shoulder as she cried out. His expert fingers on her sex, and the feeling of his own heightened lust, his cock throbbing so hard against her thigh, wound her up to a nearly hair trigger release. She cried out and dug her fingers into him as she came, wetting his whole hand as well as her shorts.

He let her relax against the wall, slowly easing her down before withdrawing. He held up his hand and she gazed at him adoringly, keeping eye contact as she obediently licked and sucked her own juices off his fingers. He then kissed her deeply, and though she tried to hold back, she couldn't help her magic leaking out a bit from her body, coaxing him to a fierce edging. He bucked and shuddered against her, gripping her even harder than she had him, and she held him against her, keeping the kiss going, until he let out a shrill whimper that signaled his limit. Hannah let him go and he stumbled back, rolling to the side to lean against the wall and catch his breath.

She squeezed his hand affectionately and smiled as he composed himself. "You're so strong, Evan," she said. "I love you so much."

He blushed and grinned and risked one more kiss, a quick peck, before he pulled away and half-limped to the couch to nurse his aching balls. Even though Hannah had made sure to remove even a hint of pain from his blue balls, there was no fully taking away the sense of immense pressure. Tease and denial had always been a fun foreplay for them, but she felt bad wringing him this tightly of energy. She wanted badly to make him explode, to swallow every single drop of cum he could give her. Sadly, they needed every iota of Lust Energy, the ethereal fuel of Sex Magic, born of sheer male sexual desperation that she could squeeze from him. She couldn't let him pop until they were booted from the competition, or until they had won. Such was the cost of being a professional Boyboard.

She went to get cleaned up, taking a quick shower. She thought about inviting Evan to help out, but she had to give him a break at some point! She came out, dressed only in a towel around her waist, motioning Evan to take his turn. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he took his shower cold, trying to ease down the erection he was still sporting since that morning's race.

Just as Hannah was about to sit down and turn on the TV, there was a knock on the door. Frowning, she cast out her senses and noticed a very hard cock standing just outside. A quick glance at the boy's thoughts told her it was Paulo, and next to him was Isa, the couple who had tied with them.

Hannah opened the door, smiling at the dark haired, swarthy-skinned couple. "Hey there!" she said, smiling brightly. "Something I can help you with?"

"Just wanted to congratulate you on your win," said Isa, giving her a grin.

Hannah laughed. "You too!" They stood there for a moment, and both girls giggled as they sensed Paulo's cock twitch as he scoped out Hannah's bare breasts. He was rather entranced for a moment, then made an effort to look away once he realized he was staring.

Isa pat his cheek. "Aw, it's okay to look," she said. "As long as she doesn't mind."

"Not at all," said Hannah. "We barely wear anything during the race anyway."

"Still more than the boys, at least!" said Isa. Hannah noted the two wear fully dressed now, both wearing bagging khaki shorts and loose black tee-shirts. Both wore sandals.

"So, uh..." she said. "We were just hanging out. Did you want to come in, or...?"

"Actually, we were about to go out for an early dinner," said Isa. "We were wondering if you'd like to join us."

"Like a double-date?" said Hannah.

"Sure!" said Isa. "Dinner, chat, see a movie if you're bored."