Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2021 00:15:47 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Logan's Run by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories on the authors page under Cutter09 Logan's Run by Cutter09© The tow truck had taken away the car. The ambulance had taken the driver. The police had taken my witness statement. The scene had been cleared, and I was getting back into my car. I was still shaking after witnessing the rollover accident. If I were a drinker, I would reach for a bottle of booze to calm my nerves. It was horrific seeing that car fly and spin in the air before coming to a stop on its roof. I had dialed 911 in hopes of saving the poor guy. I thought for sure the driver would be decapitated. By some miracle he wasn't. I started my car, and reached for the gearshift, when suddenly the passenger door opened, and someone jumped in. "Please go." "Hey! I don't pick up hitchhikers," I yelled at him. Then I saw the lump on his head, and blood on his clothes. "Were you in that car?" "Please. Just drive." I saw a very wet looking blood stain on his leg just above the knee. I could tell it was still bleeding badly. I took off my belt, and wrapped it around his thigh and tightened it for a tourniquet. "Keep this tight so you don't lose any more blood. I'll get you to the hospital." NO! No hospitals. Just drive away from here," he pleaded as he began to cry. "Kid, you could bleed to death if you cut an artery or something." "No hospital. Can you please just drive?" "Where do you live?" "Uh... take me to your place." "No way. I'm not getting involved in kidnapping." "I promise, you won't be charged with kidnapping. You gotta help me." "Okay... um... I'll take you to my place, and look at that wound. If I think it's life threatening, I'm taking you to the hospital. No arguments or I call the cops." I somehow figured the threat of police involvement would work, and it did. "Okay, just drive." We got to my house, and I had to help him inside. We entered through the garage door into the kitchen. It was as good a place as any to lay him down. The floor is tile so at least he wouldn't get blood on my rugs or furniture. "Okay. Let the belt go, and take off your pants," I instructed as I lay him on the floor. He did as I ordered, and I took a look at the gash in his leg. Without the belt to stop the flow, it began slowly oozing blood. I tied the belt around his thigh again, and examined the wound closely. It wasn't spurting blood like I assumed it would if an artery was severed, but it definitely needed stitching. "I'll be right back." I ran to the bathroom medicine cabinet and took out anything I thought might help. "Please God, don't let this kid die on me," I said aloud as I gathered everything. Back in the kitchen I handed the boy two leftover painkillers with Codeine. I grabbed a Coke from the fridge. "Take the pills." "What are they?" "Just swallow them, or it's off to the hospital." I had some toothache medicine. I figured the gums are soft tissue, so maybe this would help as a local pain killer. I poured some into the wound. And waited a couple of minutes before dousing the wound with alcohol. I looked at the kid's face to see his reaction. He was out like a light. I got out my sewing kit. Pushed the sides of the wound together, and started sewing. Twenty two stitches later, I wrapped the leg in a bandage, and prayed. I must say, for my first time at sewing someone up, it didn't look half bad. Very neat, evenly spaced stitches. I noticed a few scrapes on his legs, and cleaned them with alcohol. I took off his shirt, only some bruises there. Then I looked at his underwear. No blood on them, but of course I should check to be sure he wasn't wounded in some way. Right? I looked at his face to make sure he was still unconscious, before slipping my fingers under the waistband. I could feel my heart racing as I slid the underwear down. First his nearly hairless pubis came into view. Then a nice dick was exposed. Though it was soft, it looked to be sizable. And finally two plump, full looking, balls, in a hairless sack appeared. I stopped breathing as I took his dick in my hand. Just the bell shaped knob stuck out above my fingers. Nice size indeed. Not even hard yet, and it filled my hand and then some. I got angry with myself for taking advantage of the unconscious boy. I also didn't want him to wake up and catch me playing with his dick, so I let go of it. I picked him up and carried him to my guest room. I laid him down, then grabbed a towel to lay under his leg in case it continued to bleed. I looked down at him, naked on my guest bed, and thought he probably wouldn't like being here like that so I rolled him to the other side of the bed so I could pull down the covers. I laid the towel down again and him on top of it then folded it over on top of his leg so blood wouldn't get on the blanket. I started to pull the blanket over him, but took one last look. It was too good an opportunity to let pass. I bent down and took his dick into my mouth. Having wanted to suck a boy since I was a boy myself, I couldn't resist. My god. It was worth the risk. I nursed on it for a minute, and felt it respond. Growing hard in my mouth, it thrilled me more than any experience I'd ever had. When it was as rigid as only a boy that age can get, I backed off him. It was at least five inches, probably close to six. Barely a hair on this kid and he had a cock that size already. He was going to make someone very happy. I wondered if he could cum. I really wanted to find out, but I was already hating myself for going this far. I fought my demons, and covered him up. I'm stronger than I thought I was. But weak enough to go to my room and stroke one out in the shower. Then again before falling asleep. In the morning, I went to check on the kid. First I checked to see if he was breathing. Thankfully he was. I shook him lightly to try to wake him, but he didn't. So down came the blanket. Just to check the bandage, of course. His cock was hard as a rock, and I could see it throb with his heartbeat. Damn, he looked sexy. I wanted to suck him dry, but forced myself not to. I went to put on coffee, and found his dirty clothes still on the floor where I dropped them. I threw them in the washer and gathered fresh bandages. Back in the guest room I unwrapped his leg and removed the bandage. There was no sign of bleeding, or infection. I felt relieved. I replaced the bandage and began to wrap it again, when the kid stirred. He opened his eyes and looked at me. Then noticed he was naked and his hands went to his cock to hide it. "A little late for that. I've already seen it," I pointed out to him. "What are you doing?" "Changing your bandage." "Why am I naked?" "I couldn't very well play with your dick if you weren't," I admitted as if it was a joke. "What?" "Look Kid, your clothes were covered in dirt and blood. I didn't want you to get an infection in your leg. I doctored your other scrapes, and checked you for further injuries. Your's isn't the first dick I've seen, I even have one of my own." "I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting... well, you know." "Do you need help to the toilet?" "I think I can make it." He swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood, keeping his hands in place to hide his boyhood. He managed to get to the bathroom without me seeing anything. I was pouring my coffee when he peeked around the kitchen door. "Where are my clothes?" "In the washer. Want some cereal? I have `Fruit Loops or `Cheerios'." "I love `Fruit Loops'. Uh..." "Sit at the bar, Kid. I won't look." I turned my back to him to get out a bowl and the cereal. When I set the bowl in front of him, I saw his hand in his lap. Being soft now, it was easier for him to hide it. "I can't keep calling you Kid. What's your name?" "Logan." "So, Logan, what's your story?" "My story? Uh..." "Tell me the truth or I call the cops. I'm taking a big risk having you here." "Okay, okay. Don't call the police. The driver of the car is my step father. He's really mean to me and my mom." "Still haven't heard why I shouldn't get the police involved," I said, pushing for more information. "My mom's a great person. But she has made some horrible choices in men. My real father bailed when he found out she was pregnant with me. They weren't married, so he didn't feel obligated to stick around. Her first husband was just as messed up, and when I was four, I got placed with Child Protective Services. Mom divorced him and married Frank. He's the one that was driving. He helped Mom get me back from CPS by showing she now had a stable environment for a kid. You know, a steady job, a place to live, all that. But he gets drunk and..." Logan began crying. Damn I hate when kids cry. I don't like to see kids emotionally upset. This must really be bothering him too, he hardly cried at all with a gash in his leg last night. Even then, I don't think it was because of the cut. I went around the counter and he threw his arms around me. "It's going to be okay. He doesn't know where you are. I won't let anything happen to you. Just tell me." "He gets drunk and slaps my mom around, and makes me...well he treats us both like shit. He keeps threatening to send me back to CPS, and she doesn't have any money, so she can't do anything. She finally couldn't take it anymore and left." "She left you with him? Why would she do that?" "She didn't have any money. Not even enough to feed herself, much less me too. She said he probably wouldn't send me back to CPS, until she came back, because he uses me to control her. But she's not coming back. She gave me a phone number to call a week from tomorrow. I think she's shuffling around from friend to friend until she can get situated to take care of me." "A week from tomorrow? I can't keep you here that long. My ass would be in a sling for sure." "Please! You gotta help me. If you call the police, they'll stick me back in the system, and my mom will never get me back," he begged, throwing his arms around me again. That's when I lost my mind. I happened to glance at his lap, and there was that beautiful boy meat. Suddenly, I wasn't thinking with my brain. My dick was doing all the thinking. The buzzer on the washer went off. I drew away from him and noticed he was looking at my face. He must have caught me staring at his dick. I was on autopilot when I transferred his clothes from the washer to the dryer, I was only thinking about how his dick felt in my hand and mouth last night. Thank God he didn't know about that. He'd run screaming from my house. My cock was hard, and difficult to hide in the sweatpants I was wearing. I had to get control of myself. I stayed in the laundry room until my cock subsided a bit. What if the cops came looking for him? How would I explain why I kept quiet about him? I would definitely end up in jail. Logan was still sitting at the counter. "I... uh... " I started to tell him he'd have to find somewhere to go. He swiveled the stool around to face me. His hand was not in his lap. "Can I stay here? I won't give you any trouble. I promise. I just can't go back into the system." "Logan, I'd like to help, but..." "Please. I'll do anything. Just let me stay until I talk to my mom." He was totally on display, and I was lost again. He reached out and took my hand in his. "Please?" he asked, pulling me closer. My cock had gone completely hard again by then. There is no way he didn't see the tent in my sweatpants. It was right in front of his eyes. I was standing over him looking down. His eyes traveled up from my groin to meet my gaze. His left hand joined his right holding mine. "Please, I'll be good... for you." "Okay. I'm probably already going to jail anyway." If my thoughts and last night's actions were ever discovered, that was definitely true. Logan jumped up and hugged me. His arms went around my stomach, his head on my chest. My very hard cock was trapped between us. "Thank you. Thank you. You won't be sorry." The sensations going through me were worth the twenty years I'd probably spend in prison. He was still clinging to me when I asked, "Would you like some orange juice with your cereal?" "That would be nice," he answered. I started toward the fridge, trying to adjust my rampant cock in my pants. "It's a little late for that. I've already seen it," he said with a giggle, repeating what I had said to him earlier. "You know, I can still call the cops, smartass," I said with a grin "You won't." He sounded pretty sure of himself. I guess he had a pretty good read on me. The dryer buzzer went off, and I assumed he'd race to get his clothes back on, but he didn't. He had already finished his cereal, rinsed his bowl and glass and placed them in the dishwasher, and was sitting on the sofa beside me, all without showing the slightest bit of shyness. "Your clothes are dry," I informed him. "That's nice." I couldn't believe he was so calm about it. I also couldn't believe that I wanted him to get dressed. My cock had been hard all that time, and he was sitting next to me and my straining sweatpants. I didn't know how much longer I could look at him naked and not rape him. "Do you work today?" Logan asked. "I'm self-employed. I do analysis, mostly at home." "Do you have any plans for today?" "Not really," I replied. "Good. Then I don't have to get dressed." Shit! Was he fucking kidding me? "Why don't you want to get dressed?" I almost pleaded. "Because you don't want me to." "I don't?" No, not really. Look at your pants. It looks like you've been watching porn, and I'm the only naked person around. I think you seem pretty happy about me being naked. What would you think?" I nodded. "I promised you I'd be good for you. I meant it. If seeing me naked makes you happy to have me around, then I'll be naked." Logan looked down at the throbbing tent in my sweatpants. "When I woke up, I was hard. You saw it. You were hard too. Did you like seeing it hard?" I couldn't look at his face. I only nodded again. "Last night there wasn't any blood on my underwear, yet you took them off. Did you do it so you could see me naked?" I nodded again in shame. "Did you touch it? Did it get hard?" I closed my eyes, and nodded. "Did you do anything else?" I hesitated. "Frank used to slap Mom around, making her run scared to the bathroom and lock the door. Sometimes she wouldn't come out until the next day. He would come into my room, where I was usually crying in my bed because of the fighting. The first time about a year and a half ago, Frank said he wouldn't hurt my mom anymore if I did something for him. I had to do it so he would stop hitting her. He drank almost every day, and at least once a week, he'd end up in my room. He was mean to me and my mom. Always hitting us, threatening to send me back to CPS, making me do things I didn't want to do for him, saying "Be good, and I won't have to hurt you." things like that. So, I'd be good. Real good. A couple of weeks ago he told Mom that she needed to take lessons from me. Most of the time, if I was good, he didn't hit Mom nearly as much, until he wanted me to be good again." He paused for a moment gauging my reaction to his story. I guess he saw the sympathy on my face. "You've been nice to me. You helped me, You let me stay even though you could get into a lot of trouble. You didn't ask for anything, you just helped. So, I promise, I'll be good for you. I hated doing it for Frank. I don't mind doing it for you. I actually want to be good for you. Look... I'm hard for you too." My eyes moved to his cock. It was standing tall in his lap, looking delectable. Then he shocked me even more by slipping his hand into my sweatpants and gripping my cock. "It's okay. You can touch me too. I don't mind. I want you to. Frank never touched me, never did anything to make me feel good, and I was glad he didn't." I did it. My hand went straight to his cock and wrapped around it. "Mmm, no one has ever touched me before." Logan tugged at my pants, and I lifted my hips so he could take them off. "You're a lot bigger than Frank. And yours is prettier somehow. I want to be good...for you." He bent over my lap and took my cock into his mouth. Oh My God! Frank was right about one thing. He was damn good at it. After a couple of minutes, he stopped and asked me to stand. The kid could deep throat better than any hooker. He drew my hands to the back of his head and began pulling at my butt to establish a rhythm of face fucking him. "I'm gonna cum," I warned. He pulled me into his throat to accept my load. When Logan had finished cleaning me with his tongue, I spun us around. I sat down and he stood in front of me as I swallowed his dick. "Oh... Damn... Don't stop...Ummm.." His legs began to shake, and his tummy tightened. His hands gripped my head, as he bent his knees. He fucked up into my mouth a few more thrusts, then groaned, pulling me tightly to his groin. I could feel his dick throb, but wasn't sure if anything was coming out, until he pulled back a little. I could taste his nectar on the end of his dick, and swirled my tongue around it to gather any remnants. Logan collapsed beside me. "I've done that a hundred times for Frank, but that was the first time for me. Thank you." "Frank never did anything for you in return?" "He never touched me. But he was planning to." "What do you mean?" "He said he was going to show her who's boss by making her watch as he fucked me." "Has he...you know, fucked you before?" "No. last night he was drunk. He made me suck him. Then he said he thought he knew where she was and he was taking me there. He said `I'm gonna open up that boy pussy right in front of your mother.' That's where we were going when the accident happened. Then you came and saved me." "You didn't really give me much choice," I reminded him. "You're a grown man. You could've kicked me out of the car, or taken me to the hospital after I passed out. But you didn't, you saved me." "So why the change in attitude? When you woke up you were shy, covering up and everything. Then suddenly you didn't care if I saw you." "I've never been naked in front of anyone. Frank was only interested in what I could do for him, whether or not I liked it made no difference to him. So there I was naked. You saw me. You joked about playing with my dick, but I could tell you wanted me." "Yeah, and you used it against me to let you stay, You'd had experience sucking a dick, what's one more, right." I pointed out. "Well, yes, and no. I don't know how Frank figured out I wanted to suck a dick, or even if he did figure it out. But I was interested in it, just not interested in his. He was forcing me to do it. When I saw the way you looked at me, and saw that big tent in your pants, I wanted to do it for you. I hope you will let me do it again." I still felt guilty. The kid needed help. I let him suck me, and I sucked him too. Even if he did want it, I had taken advantage of the situation, and him. "Look, Logan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let this happen. You can stay until you talk to your mom. But I'm not Frank, you don't have to do that." "I'm not wrong though. You do want me, right?" "Get dressed. You're gonna need a change of clothes if you're staying here for a week." I said, avoiding his question. I took him to Walmart, and let him choose what he wanted. I kept looking over my shoulder, half expecting the cops to grab me. I picked up a paper at a convenience store, and found the story on the second page. It didn't mention my name, only that police were called to a rollover accident. The driver was in critical condition, and presumed to have been driving under the influence. McDonald's for lunch, then home again. Logan was really excited, and insisted on modeling all his new outfits, ending shirtless, with loose basketball shorts. He plopped down beside me on the sofa. "Thank you so much. I never get new clothes." "It's just Walmart stuff." "Yeah, but Frank makes Mom buy our stuff at second hand stores, so this is great." He leaned over to kiss my cheek, and placed his hand on my crotch. "I should thank you properly." "Logan, I said you didn't have to... " "I'm not wearing anything under these shorts," he interrupted enticingly. I looked down at his shorts, and could see his pale thigh exposed almost up to his balls. My mind pictured what was hiding there, and my cock expanded in my pants. What can I say? I'm weak. Being a boy lover presents few opportunities to enjoy one's leanings. Logan was a dream come true. I couldn't help but take advantage of his offering. My face was in his lap in under a minute. "Oh God!" Logan moaned. I savored every moment I was gifted, slowly bobbing up and down his sweet shaft. His fingers entwined in my hair as my tongue caressed his glans. I pleasured him as long as he could stand it, before taking his load down my throat, the last of it dripping on my tongue. "Now I see why Frank wanted me to do that all the time," Logan attested when he had come down from his orgasm. Then he slid to the floor between my legs, pulled my pants down and swallowed my dick. "Man I love your cock," he said, looking up at me over my cock head. "I've only had Frank's nasty dick to play with, now I have a nice one to enjoy." He slurped up and down on it for a couple of minutes, then asked, "When are you going to fuck me?" "Um... What?" "Look. I'm gay. I like cock. I love your cock. I'm gonna get fucked sooner or later. If Frank finds me, he's gonna do it. I'd rather it be you. "Uh... Ok." I couldn't argue with his logic, I really didn't want to argue with it. I wanted to fuck him so bad, I could taste it. I'd had no experience with this sort of thing, but I'd seen and read enough to know what needed to be done. After some prep work, Logan was in bed on his hands and knees waiting as I lined up with his pucker. I had already used a couple of fingers on him but it was still going to be a tight fit. He pushed back at me as I pressed forward. The head of my cock popped into him a little quicker than expected and he grunted in pain. "Oh Shit! Now I know why they call it busting your cherry." "Are you okay? Should I stop?" "No. Don't stop. The hard part's over. Just fuck me," Logan moaned. I was inside a boy's ass, and loved it. As I sank deeper, Logan moaned in appreciation, exciting me even more. His virgin hole gripped and massaged my cock as I opened it up. Once I hit bottom, I started to give him long strokes and Logan moved into me with gusto. "God, I love being gay... This feels so good... Straight boys don't know what they're missing... Oh, fuck me hard." His words washed away any guilt I might have felt in taking advantage of him. He really wanted this, and I gave him what he wanted. My hands gripped his narrow hips as I slowly slid in and out of him. As I picked up the pace, Logan moaned appreciatively. Watching my cock move in and out of his bubble butt was my new drug of choice, and his moans added to the high. I marveled at the feeling of teen boy wrapped around my dick. I wanted to enjoy every moment and commit it to memory. Logan started pushing back at me, wanting me to go faster. I relented to his demands and sped up my thrusts, really pounding the instroke. His hand disappeared under him to stroke his cock. Soon I felt his chute grip me tighter, and he groaned in orgasm. That sent me over, and I filled him with my seed. We collapsed in a heap, my cock still soaking in his bowels. "Promise me you'll do that again," he whispered hoarsely. "That's a promise I'll have no trouble keeping." I called the hospital and said I was the brother of Logan's step father otherwise they wouldn't give out any information. They told me he didn't survive his injuries, and that I should contact the hospital morgue to make arrangements for the body. Of course I had no desire to do that. We had no reason to be afraid, so we went to their place, and Logan packed all his stuff and loaded it into my car. Logan stayed with me until he could call his mother. Seven wonderful days, and even better nights. Logan managed to stay nude most of the time, and I took full advantage of it, and my promise to fuck him. When we got ahold of her, Logan's mother explained she was staying with some friends in Florida. She had a job and was getting her shit together. She said it would be awhile before she could save enough money to get their own place, and asked if Logan could stay with me until then. Neither of us was very disappointed to tell her it would be alright. The End Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author at unicorn2012111(at)gmail(dot)com Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censer them for a general audience? Please donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html