Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 17:33:11 -0700 From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN: CHAPTER 13 Thanks to all of those who have been reading my stories. I appreciate your continued support. This will be the thirteenth chapter of this story. May everyone enjoy this story as much as the others. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy involving consensual gay sex between young men and older men, as well as love among men. The people in the story do not use protection because diseases do not exist here. In real life, PLEASE ALWAYS USE PROTECTION WHEN ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Also, if this sort of material offends you, is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE LEAVE THIS SITE NOW! This story is copyrighted by Harrison Westbourne. It can ONLY be downloaded for personal enjoyment, NOT for republication or sale and distribution. If you wish to provide feedback, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to contact me, using the story title as the subject line, using the email address: harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com In order to keep this site free, please consider a donation by using this code: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy this story, please visit my other stories at these locations: INCEST / DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/westbridge-spirit/ COLLEGE / HUMAN BIOLOGY IN THE GREENHOUSE http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/human-biology-in-the-greenhouse SCIENCE FICTION / FANTASY / FINDING LOVE ON THE RED PLANET http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/finding-love-on-the-red-planet Recap of Chapter 12 of THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN XAVIER Glenn and I had finally managed to find some time to be alone in our bedroom. It had been very stressful the last few days dealing with my grandmother, the violent attacks, and the stresses of school. As we entered the room, some soft music was put on featuring "Forever Love" by Reba McEntire among other love songs. Taking me in his strong, loving arms, we danced slowly expressing our feelings without speaking a single word. As the evening progressed, we worked our way over to the bed and slowly undressed each other until we fell atop the mattress. It felt so right with our naked flesh pressing against one another as we kissed and stroked each other. Rolling Glenn on his back, I began moving down his body using my lips and tongue to drive him wild with anticipation. As I reached his strong dick, he was gripping the sheets with his breath getting shorter and faster. I teased his even more by nuzzling his nuts and licking them with my warm, wet tongue until I thought he would jump off the bed. Staring at the thick base, my lips slowly inched their way to the dripping knob and the engulfed it in one sudden motion. Glenn's toes curled and he elicited a loud moan as I reached the bottom. Sucking as intensely as a vacuum, I wanted to make absolutely certain that he knew how much I cared for him and wanted to please him. I kept up my assault ignoring his protests as he squirmed underneath me. Find just the right spot near ridge of his head, I felt him shudder and shake as his testicles started to draw up close to his body. Knowing this was the signal that his climax was near, I simply sucked harder until I felt him shoot his sweet load down my throat. THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN: CHAPTER THIRTEEN (13) XAVIER Glenn started to recover as I crawled next to him on the bed. He smiled and kissed me before asking if I was ready for my treat. I told him to relax since making him happy was my reward and I just wanted to lay together like we were. Turning the radio down and lowering the lights, we snuggled close and fell asleep. I could hear his heart and feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. Even with everything happening in my life, I had never felt so safe and secure than at this moment. Shutting off my mind, I slowly drifted into that loving embrace of slumber. It was not to be a long one since my phone started ringing. Without even looking at it, I answered to find my grandfather on the other end. From the sound of his voice, he had been crying as he informed me that Rachel, my grandmother, had passed away just a few minutes earlier. She told him how happy she was to have seen me and apologize for her behavior. After a few words of love for her husband, she closed her eyes and slipped away. We talked a little while longer before he yawned from grief. Promising to call in later in the day, we ended the conversation. Glenn looked at me as I sat there with a blank expression on my face. It took him three attempts before I explained the nature of the call. Holding me, I didn't know whether to cry, scream, or thank God it was over. She was my grandmother but we had never been close. Even the final visit only served to ease her conscious more than mine. All she was really expecting from me was a sense of forgiveness. I pushed there thoughts from my mind and returned to my position next to Glenn. Hoping to sleep some more, I found myself wondering how I should handle this death as it wasn't the same as losing my mother. Sleep came only a few moments before there was a knock on our door. Jeff informed us that the detective returned and had some new questions for us. Glenn and I got up, wrapped ourselves in large robes, cleaned our face and walked into the main sitting room. As we came in the room, Detective Hollister and his partner were sitting across the small dining table from Jeff and Roger. The four men chatted until Officer Mastern spotted us. Rising from his chair, he came over to greet us and escorted us to the table. Once everyone had said their initial greetings, Wes began by explaining that some video footage of the dark blue sedan that Glenn had spotted near our home. There was a shot of a partial license plate that was being researched. Since the windows had been treated with the darkening films, the video showed no evidence of the individual behind the wheel. As he described the vehicle complete with a specialized spoiler on the trunk, I began to think about the cars I had seen in the school parking lot. From the information I just heard, there was only one person who had a similar style of auto. My heart started to pound and I got dizzy as I realized that we might be dealing with someone who had been giving me trouble since my first day. Glenn noticed and grabbed my hand until I calmed down. When I was able to think clearly, I told them whose car I thought it might be. As I spoke the name, Timothy Boatswain, Glenn's face became red and you could almost see steam pouring out of his ears. Wes noticed his reaction as well and asked what the problem was. Glenn calmly explained that this man had been interested in him before I arrived but was rejected because he was not interesting to my lover. Taking down the name, he agreed to interview him and examine the vehicle. GLENN When Timothy's name was mentioned in connection with the car I saw by our house recently I almost exploded. How could I have been so stupid not to realize that he was the perfect suspect. From the time I was 6 years old, he had been trying to be my friend and, most recently, expressed his interest in dating me. I liked him but found him to be rude, obnoxious, and quite insensitive to other people's problems. While I volunteered with Home For Humanity, he chose to sit back and have his parents write big checks to avoid doing the actual work. I have ridden in that same car and felt stupid that I failed to recognize it. The detective promised to investigate so I swore I wouldn't do anything crazy until I heard back. If it is revealed that Timothy is involved in any way, I will be forced to defend my family to the fullest extent of my ability. TIMOTHY BOATSWAIN My contact in the police force informed me that a car had been identified on video around the time of the latest attack on Xavier's house. I don't think that it is mine but I will take the necessary precautions to avoid being linked to this case. One of my mother's uncle's owns a junkyard where they are liberal about receiving trashed cars. It is okay as long as you don't ask too many questions. He could even get me a brand new ride that would be untraceable. I'll drop it off tonight and he can bring me my new car first thing in the morning. Uncle Carl will make sure that nobody ever finds my car, which is a shame since I spent so much time restoring it. The next one will be just as sporty but I'll not be using it to spy on that little harlot who stole my man. XAVIER After the two officers left, I informed Jeff and Roger of the phone call from my grandfather. They were both upset and promised to offer any type of help they could provide. We talked about the brief discussion I had with Isaac about the funeral my grandmother wanted. It was going to be a simple and elegant event. I asked if any of their former church friends would be there but he hadn't let any of them know about her passing. Jeff offered to drive me over to the mortuary parlor to help with the arrangements. Glenn and I went to our room to dress when my phone rang. It turned out to be another detective who was calling about Isaac Xavier. My number was the only contact they could find but I was confused as to why I was being phoned. The gentleman on the other end explained that he had been found dead in his hotel room by room service. It happened shortly after he spoke to me but I didn't know what to do about it. The last thing I recall was falling before everything went pitch black. I woke up to find a paramedic taking my blood pressure with my family standing behind him. The young man explained that I lost consciousness due to the sudden shock from the phone call but was otherwise fine. Helping to sit up on the sofa, they packed up and left me with Glenn. I realized at that exact moment that I had no one left. My father was in the wind somewhere, my mom died after I was born, and now my only biological family was gone. The tears flowed as Jeff and Roger came in to help me cope with this loss. My grandparents had treated me horribly and caused me to run away from home but now they were gone. Emotions swirled around in my mind as I struggled to process this realization. One train of thought made me sad because I was an orphan but I had also found a new family that loved me more than anything in the world. We all cleaned up and dressed before eating a quick meal from room service. The escort officers drove us over to the hotel where Isaac had been staying to get a positive identification before taking him to the same mortuary where Rachel was. I stood there, surrounded by loved ones, as they showed me his face. Nodding and grunting a positive statement, we followed the coroner to the funeral home. His preliminary cause of death was a massive heart attack but wanted to know if an autopsy was wanted. Apparently my grandparents had signed papers assigning me power of attorney for all their affairs. I asked what he minimum was required to determine cause and time of death and he said just some blood work as there was a long history of heart problems. The samples were obtained and we waited for the mortician to meet with us. Jefferson Andreys came from a long history of morticians. His family started performing this service during the American Civil War. They built a successful business that included several locations throughout the Midwest. A tall man, at 6 feet 7, his cool blue eyes and light brown hair helped him have a calming effect of his customers. As he spoke about the plans that Isaac and Rachel had begun, I found my sorrow abating a tad. We approved the plans and made a few additions that had not been finalized before leaving for the day. Glenn never let go of my hand the entire time we were out and it gave me such confidence that I would survive. The next several days flew by in a haze of activity. We went back to school, with police escort, for three days before my grandparents were laid to rest. During the service, I walked like I was in a trance but I swore that Eddie and his parents had been sitting near the rear of the church. They left before I got myself around to thank everyone for attending. It had to have been my imagination working overtime due to grief and stress. After the luncheon, we returned to the hotel where Glenn and I retreated to our room. Stripped to our underwear, we cuddled close to each other listening to soft music until we drifted off to sleep. WESLEY HOLLISTER Standing near Xavier and his family, I recalled the funerals of both my parents and Mitchell. They died shortly after I graduated the police academy because of a drunk trucker on their way to a casino in Indiana. My partner Mitchell had been the one to receive the call and when I returned from my shift he had to tell me. I could see that he was intensely disturbed the minute I came in the door. His family had abandoned him when he came out so my parents were like his own. As he fought back tears, I learned about the crash and the cause as my blood began to boil. Mitchell collapsed in a sobbing heap and I ran to hold him while we both cried. We somehow managed to pull ourselves together and went to retrieve their belongings from the police department and have their bodies transferred to a funeral parlor. The plans for their service took less time than I expected since they had most of it decided ahead of time. Watching them be laid to rest, side by side, gave me strength that at least they were still together. My memory then flashed to the news of Mitchell's death at the hands of a psychotic serial killer. There had been several street musicians murdered in the previous seven months. All were male and had been found castrated with their throats cut. Mitchell worked as a violinist with the symphony but did occasionally perform in the subways on off days. After the first three victims I convinced him to stop the street gigs and he had actually gotten a job with a recording company. As the task force was going over the evidence again, a call came in about a new body being discovered near the Belmont Red Line station. I rushed over to the scene only to be told not to approach. As I monitored the crowd , the coroner wheeled the body out followed by an officer carrying a violin case. Seeing the color and condition made me realize that it was Mitchell's. It had been a gift from me when he became first chair with the symphony and had his initials on a brass plate. Suddenly I was falling and I could hear other policemen calling for medical assistance. Waking up later in the ER, I was confronted by a police chaplain and my commander. They informed me that they had positively confirmed that the victim was Mitchell. He had been coming home from a recording session early in the morning when he was attacked and there was video evidence capturing the face of the killer for the first time. My only consolation is that his death resulted in the capture and conviction of the serial madman. It was then that the church bells brought me back to the present and it took me a couple of seconds to remember where I was. TIMOTHY I felt stupid hiding my face with this makeup and black fedora. Sitting a few rows behind the family, I seethed as Glenn spent all his time coddling that little tramp. This was a funeral and even I felt bad that Xavier's grandparents had both passed but he still took my man. Police had stopped by my home to look at my car and I managed to produce a stolen vehicle report created by my inside contact. It made it appear that the car had not been in my hands for three months. Once they saw that and asked some questions, I felt relieved until I learned about this latest development. These idiots think they have everything figured out but I'm SO much smarter than any flatfoot detective. Glenn will be mine soon and Xavier will suffer the ultimate loss if I have anything to say about it. ANDER MASTERN We interviewed Timothy Boatswain and he had a report that his car had been stolen three months earlier. I don't by it since people I interviewed at the school recall seeing him arrive in it until a week ago. There has to be a mole giving him the fake report and maybe even feeding him details about the case. Personally the young man struck me as a sociopath who though he was smarter than the world. Those type of people eventually make a small mistake that gets them caught. I just wish Wes would relax around me rather than act like I have the plague. His history reached the entire department so I know what happened but I still want to take him in my arms and make it all better. Sometimes I can see a desire to let me inside when I catch his glance from across the room so maybe it will happen soon. XAVIER After the funeral, Glenn and I crawled into bed not anticipating sex. About 1 am, I woke to find my boyfriend spooned behind me with his arms around my waist. As I moved, I felt his erection pressing against my backside and decided to have a little fun. Pushing back harder, I began wiggling all around and letting small sleep-like moans out. Within minutes I felt his hips start to move and his embrace tighten. This teasing went on for several more moments until I heard a little laugh. Turning to face Glenn, I slapped him for pretending to be asleep. He smiled and swatted y ass for teasing an "unconscious" man. I blushed deeply and began kissing the handsome face in front of me. His lips are so soft and make me want to never stop touching or kissing them, As he rolled on top of me, I could sense he was taking charge and it was making me even hotter. Pining my arms above my head, he attacked my armpits causing me to struggle and beg him to stop. That spot was one of my weaknesses and he knew how it drove me crazy. Licking from pit to nipple, I was bouncing between agony and ecstasy as he dealt out his form of "punishment" for teasing him. It was my own fault but I also loved to have him show me how much he loved me. Freeing one of his hands, he started to lightly spank me as his moved up to my neck and ears. I wrapped m legs around his waist and just enjoyed the sensations he was causing, forgetting the horrible events of the past few days. TO BE CONTINUED... Please consider a donation by using this code: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy this story please visit my other stories at these locations: INCEST / DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/westbridge-spirit/ COLLEGE / HUMAN BIOLOGY IN THE GREENHOUSE http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/human-biology-in-the-greenhouse SCIENCE FICTION / FANTASY / FINDING LOVE ON THE RED PLANET http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/finding-love-on-the-red-planet