Reed Fischer Appreciation Thread

He made love to my sister. I was angry at first when I found out, but she said he was a perfect gentleman, making her feel safe and war, and treated her like a pristine angel. When she described the love making session, I got a little teary eyed. It sounded so beautiful. He's a great man, a spectacular runner, and a loving, yet assertive and vigorous, lover. Reed, congratulations on the race, and you can bring my sister to multiple orgasms anytime you wish.

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He made love to my sister. I was angry at first when I found out, but she said he was a perfect gentleman, making her feel safe and war, and treated her like a pristine angel. When she described the love making session, I got a little teary eyed. It sounded so beautiful. He's a great man, a spectacular runner, and a loving, yet assertive and vigorous, lover. Reed, congratulations on the race, and you can bring my sister to multiple orgasms anytime you wish.

Pics?

Also, his running form wtf? He looked like some hobby jogger who just read born to run prancing around at a 8 min pace on his toes. Jesus, how is it possible to run that fast with his running form?

My cousin would do long runs with Reed on a routine basis during Reed's college years. Legend has it that Reed would get erections that could cut glass during long runs, and he would stop at random homes and ask 30-something-year-old married women to help him out. He did this on nearly every long run, and over the course of his college career, he was never turned down. He earned his nickname "The Conquerer" because he brought to climax countless married women. The legend continues that each woman became impregnated with his seed, but, not wanting to derail Reed's burgeoning running career, would keep the true identify of their child's father to themselves. Reed just made sure each woman promised to name the child Reed, whether male or female. He likely has upwards of 187 children wandering the streets of the greater Des Moines area. I don't know what else can be said. He's a true stud.

My name is Francine Guthrie. I live in Des Moines. I am 87 years old, and Reed, while volunteering to help the elderly, would come to the nursing home and have sex with twice per week during his time at Drake University. It was entirely consensual and even more sensual. Nobody has ever before or since made me orgasm the way that girthy redhead did. Everyone in the home says I am a lucky woman to have had such an adorable and erotic man at my disposal. He made me feel for the first time since my husband's passing. And, God rest his soul, my husband did not even come close to stacking up to Reed, if you know what I'm saying (I'm referencing their penis sizes). Congratulations, Reed, on your success, and I hope you pay me a visit before you leave Des Moines this weekend. I'll be patiently waiting in my wheel chair, in good old room 124, for your arrival.

Reed used to bully me in high school. He called me derogatory names, beat me up, and had sex with my older and younger sister. I asked him once, "Why are you doing this?" His reply was, "You're weak, and my harsh treatment will one day make you a better man." I didn't know it at the time, but he was right. After high school, I was motivated to make something of myself. I moved to Silicon Valley, got involved in coding, began an internet start up, sold it for millions, and now I'm living the life I always dreamed of. I owe it all to Reed bullying me and having sex with my sisters. If it wasn't for him, I would never have achieved my dreams. Thank you, Reed, and congratulations on your race tonight. You may not have won, but you'll always be a true winner in my book. And my sister's said your penis is wonderful, and they've never came the way you made them. I don't know why they would tell me that, but they did, and I just think you should know...you're incredible. Thanks again!

I want you back so badly baby. I've been thinking about you so much. I know I was never good enough for you, but I'm willing to try to be the woman you deserve. My modeling agency agreed to give me some time off after our break up, and I did a lot of reflecting. I feel like I didn't do the best job of meeting your needs. You would bring me to orgasm multiple times per night, and all I ever did for you was love you. Love isn't enough. You deserve more, and I'm willing to give it to you. Reed, I'd like to sign a contract, giving you 3/4 of my income. I know I only make a measly 500,000 dollars per year off my modeling, and I really should find a real job, as you told me so often, but until I find that real job, I think you deserve the majority of my money. Your sexual pleasure is enough payment for me. Please take me back, baby. I beg you. I love you. I need you inside me. Thank you for your consideration, honey. I hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely, with love,

Madison Ivy

This is the first time I have legitimately laughed out loud from letsrun board posts in years...

I'd like to keep my identity secret, but I was Reed's teammate at Drake University. I was a sophomore when he was a freshman. I remember the first day of practice. This handsome redheaded dude walked into the locker room and goes, "So these are the guys who are going to be my bi&*hes for the next four years, huh?" We all looked at each other in shock and admiration. This dude was a real go getter, the likes of which we'd never seen before. We knew he was going to be something special. He would routinely dust all of us on workouts, but it was the profane put-downs, the wedgies, the swirlies, and the forced auto-erotic asphyxiation that really asserted his dominance and brought the team closer together. With Reed at our side, we eventually came to find that we could do anything. However, whenever he would leave us, usually to conquest another "tasty lady", we'd wilt. When I graduated and moved on from Drake, Des Moines, and Reed, I became lost. Without his constant and unique motivational strategies, I had trouble sleeping, waking in terror multiple times per night. I also had trouble keeping a job, not being able to handle even the most remedial tasks without my esteemed leader at my side. I miss you, Reed, more than you'll ever know. And I know all the other former teammates feel the same way. We've started a support group, trying to help each other get over you. We wish you'd come back to us. We know we never measured up, but we'll do our best to be the teammates you need, not just the teammates your "idiot coaches scraped off the bottom of the pan after Iowa, Iowa State, and UNI got the real athletes." We need your leadership...before it's too late. We don't want to die, Reed...but sometimes the darkness feels more like home than this life without you. But good luck on the race, Reed. You are our hero. You are our world. And we will continue to spin in circles until the day you give our lives meaning once again.

Jesus. Hahaha these are great.

I would like to give real congrats though. Big fan of the tinman group.

son of Rexroth wrote:

Struggling to name any other person who has run slower than 9:40 for two miles in high school and later went on to lead a USATF final with 600 to go.

What a guy.

Please post your Reed Fischer thoughts, well wishes, anecdotes and the like here.

Sounds like a modern day wejo. Late bloomer, has a job, training at altitude with a coach who knows what he's doing.

If you are a Fischer fan, then you must read this article on him from January.

Guys, let me tell you one thing about Reed Fischer. That man know how to bone. Once I was doing an easy out and back through the bike trails of the great Waterworks Park when I first encountered Reed. One would think he would've been running, as this was mid-summer and he was not yet a modern day folk hero. But alas, I came around the bend by the trestle bridge as Reed was taking liberties with a group of young and mostly unmarried ladies. I heard him howl and then he threw up his arms like it was the finish line of the 2018 USATF 10k and then the women all fainted. He then pulled up his trousers and sprinted off down the railroad tracks.

I thought nothing of this and continued my jaunt.

It was only later, when I returned to the spot where I had first encountered a young Reed Fischer that I slipped into some Proustian experience. For now Reed, young and able bodied, had returned to the feasting spot but with different prey. He now had another group of mostly married women but he howled upon the completion of the coital act, once again clothing himself before sprinting off into the twilight.

I later made it back to the parking lot, when out of the shadows he appeared once again and said "My name is Reed Fischer. I ran 9:30 for two miles in high school but I know how to ball".

To this day, I get shivers retelling this story.

I love how Rojo responds seriously and does not read every other response on the thread.

Someone better screenshot these. Top notch stuff.

I've been told that when he pleasures himself, at the moment of climax, Reed just stops. He takes his hand off as his member pulsates, ready to release. He then pulls up his pants and resumes his day. His roommate at Drake once caught him doing this and asked, "Reed, what the hell? Why didn't you finish?" And Reed simply replied, "The true bliss in life is the journey to one's destination, not the destination itself." He is like a modern day, masochistic, redheaded Mr. Miyagi.

Reed was caught in an orgy with the entire faculty of my high school, male and female. The orgy didn't stop until every single faculty member, including the cooks, janitors, and special education aids, got off from his doing. He made it his mission to please every single one of them as a token of his appreciation for all their hard work. They all ended up going to jail for a long time after this, but they said being able to feel the power of Reed's member made it all worth it. The high school became a much different place without Reed: quieter, darker. The new faculty members heard tales of Reed and scoffed at the idea that a man could be so irresistible, but they don't know the power of the Big Red Oak. You have to see it and feel it to believe it.

He ruined other men for me. They simply do not stack up. Reed has the most magnificent penis I've ever seen, and I watch a lot of pornography. He made my vagina...and butthole...impervious to the ploys of these feeble boys that come my way. I used to be an upbeat, enthusiastic young woman, but now, not having been pleasured in years, I've become bitter and I'm utterly alone. I miss you, Reed. Nobody can do it like you do, baby. Please, come back to me. I started doing heroin recently, just so I can feel again, and I have to say, it does not even come close to measuring up to a night with you, baby. I want you...no, I need you...inside me. Please, come back to me before my flower wilts into a tumbleweed. I pray for your response.

Reed has multiple ex-girlfriends responding to this thread.

When I recruited Reed, he made it clear immediately that he is the alpha. I entered his home, and he walked down without any clothes on, and I do not exaggerate, his member nearly reached the floor. He walked up to me and said, "Touch it." I said, "No, I'm not touching it." Reed stared deep into my eyes, peering into my soul, and repeated, "Touch it." I felt unsafe in that moment, so I did what he told me to do. I touched it. He then smirked and said, "I'm the coach now." From that moment to his graduation, he became the leader of the Drake cross country and track programs. His complete alpha move had me retreating with my tale between my legs. He is not just a man among boys, he is a God among boys.

This brings to mind another tale of Reed's carnal travails.

Once I walked in on Reed pleasuring himself to a video of Reed pleasuring a significantly older woman. The audio of the video was undisturbed. At one point she asked "how do I feel?" and he gruffly replied "lady, I'm trying to concentrate here!".

It was at this crucial junction that Reed, nearing completion, decided to put down his sword, change into some running shorts, and immediately begin a workout 12 400 meter intervals at an all-out pace of 63.5 seconds.

When Reed was in middle school, I walked in on Reed touching himself to a video of Reed touching himself. I asked him, "Honey, what are doing?" His response, with what I can only describe is a lizard-like quality to his eyes and voice, was, "I am sex." I was very confused and horrified. I walked out slowly, and this moment was never spoken of again...until now.