Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 22:30:35 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN Thanks to all of those who have been reading my stories. I appreciate your continued support. This will be the second 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, at 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/ Recap of Chapter 1 of THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN Once we were done with shopping, the next step was to meet his lawyer to discuss how my custody would be arranged. His name was Albert Graves and looked every bit the typical lawyer. Middle-aged, average build, dark hair with slight gray edges, and eyes that made you want to tell the truth, his looks belied a gentle, caring manner. We chatted about my name and family history, which he decided would have to be "altered." Coming up with a logical tale that made me Jeff's orphaned nephew, he set about obtaining the proper "legal" paperwork to assure that custody would be granted. We then entered a courthouse to file the necessary requests for adoption. A brief meeting with a judge and we left the court as a family. For the first time, I felt safe and loved. That was only the beginning of my new life and my emergence into a world where I truly belonged. THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN: CHAPTER TWO (2) Jeff Stanton was now my guardian and de-facto uncle. I was asked whether I wanted my last name kept the same or changed. After talking with Jeff, I decided to hyphenate my name with his as a thank-you for helping me so I became Xavier Paulson-Stanton. Getting back to our home, I began to worry about my future. Jeff had saved me from living on the streets at the hands of strangers but what now? Now I had my entire life ahead of me and had absolutely no idea what I was going to do. Jeff took me out for a nice dinner with two of his best friends. They were a unique couple of people who were doing their best to understand what Jeff had just had done. I sat quietly as he explained his reasons and watched them slowly come to terms with them. His best friend was a 26 year-old lesbian named Jennifer Frisk. She had flaming red hair styled in a retro 50's bob which offset her alabaster skin. The only feature more surprising were her teal blue eyes, which felt safe and comforting. Jeff called her "Magic Tits" because she had rather large breasts than made it difficult to find good bras. She managed a hair salon on Michigan Avenue where society ladies went to share the latest gossip and be seen. Throughout this whole process, she was the one person who really understood why Jeff did what he did. I liked her almost the minute I met her and she became a mother figure for me. Her partner, Wendy Lockney, was a 27 year-old graphic artist working for a large advertising firm. She was sweet but far more logical and rational with her advice. The only other person that was important was a 30 year-old man by the name of Killian West. He had thick blond hair, short mustache, and deep brown eyes. In public, he appeared straight as an arrow but behind closed doors he was the gayest person ever. Killian worked as a bank manager for a large Midwest company. I think he had a deep crush on Jeff but those feelings weren't returned. He even tried to hit on me but Jenny shut him down due to my age and situation. Other than that problem, he seemed to be a nice person. Jeff got me back home and I headed to bed because it had been a really long day. A couple of hours later, I got up to use the toilet when I heard strange noises coming from his room. Creeping slowly towards the door, I noticed it wasn't completely closed so I peeked in the open portion. There was a small amount of light coming from a dimmed overhead fixture. I could make out figures on the bed and the unmistakable sounds of sex. Jeff was on his back with his legs over the shoulders of another man. I could tell he was being fucked by the way they were moving around and moaning. Obviously, whatever this man was packing was more than enough to satisfy Jeff. I smiled as I quietly closed the door and went back to my room. He never really talked about his relationships so I hoped that he would be happy. The next morning, I was in the kitchen mixing batter for crepes when Xavier and the other man came in. He was huge and looked scary due to his shaved head and massive muscles. Jeff jumped when he saw me as he stuttered an introduction, eliciting a chuckle from this hunk. "Oh! Hi Xavier." he said, blushing. "This is Hank, a friend from the gym." We shook hands and I said, "Hi. I'm Xavier, Jeff's nephew." I indicated that I made coffee and breakfast if they wanted. It was Saturday and I hate to sleep late on weekends. I had planned on going to the conservatory to sketch for a little in the afternoon. They hesitated and I assured them there was enough food for everyone. We sat down and enjoyed some pleasant conversation until Hank said he had to get going. After he left, I chuckled and teased Jeff about Hank. Admitting that I overheard them last night, he blushed even more deeply and said they got together once every few weeks to have some fun. That evening, Jeff had to perform at a local charity event. Since it wasn't being held in a bar, he asked if I wanted to see what he did for his second job. His primary job was an accountant for a tax company, although he didn`t need to work at all. The drag shows were fun and provided extra money here and there. I had never seen this type of event so I went along out of curiosity. Jeff showed me how he started his makeup at home and put on a pre-show outfit. Then we packed his gear into a travel suitcase and headed out to the cab he called. Jeff explained that he used taxis because he often drank or went out after shows and didn't want to risk a drunk driving ticket. We got to the restaurant where the show was happening and the director led us into an adjacent room they were using for a dressing area. Once there, he introduced me to some of the other queens. They were all shapes and sized and most seemed surprised by my presence. Jeff quickly explained who I was and they all smiled and hugged me. We set up his table with his makeup, jewelry and other items after hanging up the extra costumes. The show wasn't starting for an hour and Jeff was later in the line-up so we went out to greet the crowd. I was amazed that there were so many people waiting for the show. So many of them were straight but they were all friendly. Some of them knew Jeff and welcomed me with open arms. Right before show time, I helped Jeff get into his first outfit and finish his face. Watching from the back of the room, I found myself really enjoying the entire event. The show was fast paced and very loud. People in the audience would put money into a large box by the stage. All of this plus the admission fee went to the charity. Once the show was finished, Jeff put on his post-show costume and packed up his kit. I was tired so he got us in a cab and made sure I got inside the house before heading out to meet some friends. The rest of the weekend was Jeff and I planning out the next few days and talking about my future. SCHOOL STARTS Jeff enrolled me in a local charter school that specialized in math and had an excellent arts program. I always loved to sketch and create, even to the point of working with ceramics and clay sculpture, even though I was a tad clumsy. After passing a rigid entrance exam with higher than expected scores, I found the class work stimulating. One elective that I found surprisingly rewarding was an introduction to architecture class. With this subject , I found a method of combining my superb math skills with my love of drawing and sculpture. The teacher, a 30 year-old man named Roger Blake, was extremely patient as well as drop-dead gorgeous. He stood 6 feet 1 inch tall and his manly physique was formed from a five year stint in the U.S. Navy. I found him intoxicating when he would stand close to personally help me with our projects. His deep blue eyes and thick, ebony hair mad it difficult to concentrate sometimes. The fact that he tended to wear jeans or other slacks that accentuated his firm backside and packed crotch made him even more alluring. I found myself becoming aroused almost every time I entered his class. He also was a frequent figure in my jerk-off fantasies and nightly dreams. The class was two semesters long and very highly coveted by students. Jeff's adoptive grandparents knew the principal so I was "bumped" ahead to get into the class. From the beginning, I excelled at most of the class assignments on paper. The problem was my lack of fine motor control when trying to build three-dimensional models. Frankly, I was all thumbs and got frustrated quickly. Mr. Blake never got upset and offered to help me during my lunch and study hall periods. One month into the first semester, we had to construct a scale model of a living room complete with fireplace. My project started out simple enough until I tried to add the walls. Three different times they collapsed or I crushed them trying to get them properly secured. At that point, I threw the materials on the floor and slammed my head down on the desk. As the rest of the class laughed, Mr. Blake quieted them and came over to talk to me. "What's wrong, Xavier?" he asked, leaning down to my ear. His breath caused the hair on my neck to stand up and I answered, "I can't get these walls in place." Roger smiled and said, "Calm down and let's see what the problem is." We worked so close together I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. It made me even more anxious that had ever been. Smiling at me as we worked, I found the longer it lasted the more relaxed I became. Eventually, we identified the problem and developed a solution. As the wall mishap was remedied, Mr. Burke moved on to other students, patting me on the back and sending chills throughout my body. The class went by smoothly and we put everything away with five minutes to spare. Gathering our books and waiting for the bell to ring, we sat and talked about the ultimate goal for the design. As the students filtered out, Mr. Burke pulled me aside and offered to help me during my homeroom hour. I stared into his eyes as he smiled broadly, revealing what I thought was a flirtatious innuendo. Heading to my last class, I couldn't concentrate as my mind replayed his final words. JEFF Xavier has been adapting extremely well to his new environment. I am so happy that I was able to prevent him from suffering some of the same horrors I experienced. My biggest issue was how to keep my hands off his tight little body. He is just so adorable that I want to take him in my arms and never let him go. Is this just a crush or do I really love him? I really don't know but I would love to find out. My bigger problem is that he might feel that I am forcing him and I really don't want that to harm the trust he seems to have with me. Most likely I will just continue to act like his "uncle" rather than a potential lover. Today he came home from school talking about how excited he was about his architecture class. All I heard was how great Mr. Burke was and how helpful he could be. It makes me wonder if Xavier might have a bit of a crush of his teacher. I will find out in one week when the school hosts a parent-teacher night. He really wants to show me this design project he had struggled with completing. I guess Mr. Burke saved it from being a total disaster. Jenny and I have been busily planning for Xavier's 14th birthday, which is coming up in ten days. I know he really needs a laptop for school so I'll probably get him that plus and I-pod as a bonus. Jenny wants to get him a cat since he had one as a child. Luckily, I love animals and am not allergic to cats so we may get a pair to keep each other company when we're not home. All my friends can't wait to spoil him since I haven't exposed him to many of them until I felt he was feeling safe. XAVIER Tonight is the Parent-Teacher Night at my school. I am so nervous for Jeff to see how well I am doing in my school but especially Mr. Burke's class, cause it's my favorite. The plan is to have our parents follow our normal schedules for an evening. Mr. Burke was my last class so I had all night to wait. It really shouldn't have been that important for Jeff to like him but it was. I think my crush on the teacher was probably the reason. We went through the other classes and my math teacher raved about how advanced he though I was. He even suggested that I might be ready for an advanced placement course next semester. Jeff beamed and laughed that he couldn't balance his bank account. The other instructors were just as polite. I didn't have much trouble with schoolwork. The only issue was my interaction with other students. So far I hadn't connected with any of the other kids. I don't know why except that I'm just shy. Finally, we got to the architecture lab and my palms were sweating. Mr. Burke was there in a dark blue suit with a pale blue shirt and no tie. Damn if he didn't look even hotter than he normally did. The blue of his eyes seemed even deeper and my crotch felt hot. Jeff and I walked in and I showed him my project since other parents were crowded around Mr. Burke. He was impressed with how attractive and clean the design was. Mr. Burke came over to introduce himself and Jeff's jaw dropped. I don't think he heard a word the man said after "Hello." He struggled not to stare as the three of us stood there chatting for a few minutes. Why am I angry? Jeff has been so good to me yet I hate him right now. It must be the way he's leering at Mr. Burke. He's my teacher and should be off limits. I know that sounds irrational but that's how I feel. Suddenly, I noticed both of them staring at me with questioning looks. "What?" I stammered. Mr. Burke laughed and asked, "I was wondering if you might be willing to volunteer for an after school extra credit project." "Sure. What does it involve?" I responded. He explained that he worked with Homes For Humanity. They were rehabbing several local properties for low-income families and needed volunteers. It also contributed time to the school policy of community service hours. Jeff agreed that it might help me better understand the class work and how to build scale models. When I asked why I was selected, Mr. Burke smiled and said that I was a promising design student who needed to improve his construction understanding. I was thrilled because it would allow me to spend time away from school with my secret crush. JEFF God, now I understand why Xavier loves that architecture class, Mr. Burke is incredibly sexy. Personally, I had a difficult time concentrating on anything but his blue eyes and sexy mouth while we chatted about Xavier's progress. Glancing to my left, I could tell that Xavier was lost in though and he looked a little angry. When the subject of the volunteer project came up, Mr. Burke had to ask his question twice. As he explained his suggestion, I noticed Xavier's eyes light up and his body relax. I thought about asking Roger on a date but decided to wait until I could talk with Xavier first. Because I suspected about the crush, I needed his okay to pursue any type of relationship with Mr. Burke. It had been a couple of years since I had any sort of personal involvement. Roger was almost exactly my type of man and I thought my "gaydar" was ticking. He looked irresistible in his blue suit and shirt. With no tie and open collar, I could see his hairy chest and wanted to rip off the rest of his clothing. How I truly hope Xavier is okay with me asking out his teacher? I wouldn't want to hurt him since I know he is fragile right now. Trusting me is important so I can't risk anything that might damage that trust. We got home from the school after stopping for a quick dessert to celebrate his progress. Chatting about the after-school project, I asked if he was sure he was ready to get involved. Xavier insisted that he could handle it and he needed the hours anyway. Our thinking was it should expand his comprehension of how structures are secured and strengthened. He smiled when I complimented his teacher's faith in his ability to succeed. As we walked into the house, Xavier turned to me and asked if he could talk to me about something that was bothering him. Telling him that we should have no secrets, he told me how angry he got when I stared at Mr. Burke. Looking at his face, I could tell that he was about to cry. He added that he knew I was lonely and felt bad if I wanted to date his teacher. Hugging him close, I whispered, "If you don't want me seeing Mr. Burke, I won't. I am attracted to him but will back off if that`s what you want." "No," he responded. "You should have a chance to be happy. He is only my teacher." We sat in the living room and talked about his feelings for Roger and me. I explained that I wouldn't hurt him by seeing Mr. Burke. He assured me that I had a right to be happy. When I mentioned that Mr. Burke might not even be interested, he said he was pretty certain he was gay. Xavier admitted that he had overheard part of a call one day after school. Roger was yelling from the storage room at someone he told was a two-timing bitch. The name Leo was mentioned and he thought it might be an old boyfriend. I asked if there were any students that Xavier found interesting. He blushed a deep crimson and told me about a boy named Glenn Chester. I asked him what this boy was like and he smiled. Slowly he began describing a boy about 5 feet 11 inches tall, who played on both the tennis and swim teams. With strawberry blonde hair and light brown eyes, he was one of the few boys Xavier got along with in school. He even invited him to his swim meet one Saturday and possibly a quick lunch after the event. Realizing the lateness of the evening, I smiled and said he should pursue a friendship with him. We headed upstairs and both took care of our nightly business. Passing each other as we walked to our rooms, Xavier reminded me to ask out Mr. Burke. He repeated that I should be happy if I had the opportunity. Giving him a final hug, we both went to sleep. JEFF'S DREAM That night, I couldn't help but dream about Mr. Burke. He was showing me around his classroom when he deliberately bumped into my ass. Turning around, his eyes were smiling as he reached out to stroke my cheek. I turned my face and kissed his hand tenderly. Roger then pulled me close and pressed his lips against mine, slipping his tongue into my waiting mouth. Moaning softly, I pushed my body even closer to his, feeling the radiating heat. My hands slowly reached around his waist and pulled him tightly to me. He moved to my neck and blew I my ear. His hot breath caused my dick to swell and throb against the front of my jeans. Roger grabbed my ass and pushed me towards his desk. Sitting up on the edge, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started to unbutton my shirt. He slipped one hot hand onto my chest and tweaked one of my erect nipples. Moaning loudly, I shifted my hand to the large bulge in his pants. Using his hands to undo my slacks, he slid my shirt off and began kissing down my chest. I pulled his top off his body revealing his fabulous chest with swirls of dark hair leading to his crotch. As he got lower and lower on my torso, I leaned backwards onto the desk. With both his hands, Roger slid my jeans down my thighs revealing my bulging boxer briefs. Smiling up at me, he took my erection in his mouth, soaking the fabric with his spit. I somehow managed to push my shoes off and moaned louder as he continued to manipulate my cock. Grabbing his face, I buried my tongue in his mouth while using my feet to push his pants down his beautiful body. As we broke apart, he stood in front of me. I couldn't believe how handsome this man was. He reminded me of an old-fashioned cowboy in one of those old cigarette ads from the 1970's. The allure of his masculine body plus the cologne he was wearing turned me on more than I could ever remember being in my life. 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/