Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 10:34:48 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Runaway part 1

THIS IS A HOMOSEXUAL FANTASY. IF IT  IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ IT FOR ANY
REASON PLEASE LEAVE NOW. BECAUSE IT IS A  FANTASY SAFE SEX WILL NOT TAKE PLACE.
BUT PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX  YOURSELF.

This all happened twenty years ago  when I was 14, I was a small child, about
5ft 4inches tall. I had dark brown  hair, brown eyes, and was quite skinny. I
had no body hair at all, apart from  about a dozen pubes; I had small brown
nipples, and a little belly. My saving  grace was my cock, it was quite thick
with a mushroom knob, and was nearly 6-1/2  inches long when hard, which was most
of the time since I'd woken up one morning  about a year ago to find my belly
covered in spunk. I loved to wank it, as did a  lot of the boys at school,
they loved the size and feel of it. I had the biggest  cock of my year, and
there were only a couple of 16 year olds, and one 15 year  old whose cocks were
bigger. It was uncut, with loose foreskin, and I loved the  feel of my soft,
silky skin rubbing against my steely shaft. All the boys knew I  loved cock, but
I was popular (the class clown), so they were O.K. with it. I  was forever
ducking into the toilets with any available boy for a mutual wank,  or, if we
thought the teacher wouldn't notice, I'd play with my neighbour in  class and
vice versa.
I'd been eating my own spunk from  day one, I loved the taste, and about
three months ago I'd started to suck off  any of my fellow pupils who wanted it. I
hadn't eaten their spunk at first, but  after a couple of days I'd risked it
and now there was no stopping me, some of  it tasted different to mine, but I
loved it all. Of course sucking the boys off  and eating their cum made me
even more popular. No one had sucked me off yet  though, but one of the older
boys had tried to coax me into letting him fuck me.  But I wasn't ready for
that, even if I did stick a finger or two up my bumhole  when wanking at home, it
felt weird, but good. I'd got that idea from a picture  I'd seen in an all
male porno magazine a schoolmate had leant me. It was of a  young man with a
dildo up his bum as he tossed  off.
I was an only child, my Dad was a  labourer and my Mom was a hairdresser. I
got on quite well with them, but I knew  that my Dad was disappointed that I
wasn't more athletic.
Disaster struck one Friday night  when I got home from school. Dad was home
early, usual on Fridays, he called me  into the living room, Mom was there too,
and she looked like she'd been crying.  To cut a long story short yesterday
Mom had found the porno magazine in my  bedroom. As I said, it had pictures of
nude men wanking off in it. One of the  older lads had leant it to me, it was
his older brothers. Then today they'd got  a letter from my headmaster about
my sexual behaviour with the boys in class.  Dad went ballistic; he called me a
little queer and lots of other nasty things.  It was all Mom could do to stop
him belting me. They were going to take me to a  specialist next week to get
me sorted, Dad's words, I was sent to bed in  tears.
I lay there sobbing, not knowing  what to do, my world had collapsed. I must
have dropped off to sleep, because  the next thing I knew was that it was 8:30
 p.m.  I resolved to run away. I could hear Mom and Dad arguing in the living
room, so  I got dressed in jeans and a thick jumper, my best trainers, and my
leather  jacket. I'd got a Mars bar and an apple left over from lunch and I
wolfed them  down as I stuffed some more clothes into my shoulder bag, then I
raided my  piggy-bank and I found I had just over $20.00. We lived in a
bungalow in the  country, so I opened my window and climbed out. I got my pushbike
from the shed  and set off down the road in the direction of Birmingham,  I was
going to get the train to London.  I gone about 5 miles when I got a puncture,
cursing, I began to wheel my bike,  then the heavens opened and I was soaked
through within minutes, I moved over to  the other side of the road where
there was more tree cover. To crown it all I  wanted a crap so I kept my eyes open
for a suitable gap in the hedge. I was  sobbing softly as I trudged along
when I heard a vehicle behind me; it drove  past, then stopped and pulled up
opposite to me. It was a Range Rover; the  driver rolled his window down.
"You all right kid?" he called out  in a deep voice.
"My bike's got a puncture," I  whined, sniffing back the tears, "I have to
get to New Street Station, I'm cold,  I'm soaked, and I want the toilet."
"Hold on." He  ordered.
I stopped and a guy got out of the  passenger side, he was about 5ft 10,
black, with an afro, in the pouring rain he  looked to be in his twenties.
Wordlessly he took my bike, carried it across the  road, and strapped it to the roof
rack. The driver opened the back  door.
"Hop in," he ordered, "there's a  blanket to put round you. Our cottage is
just up the  road."
I was so grateful to get out of  the rain that I climbed in and draped myself
in the blanket, I didn't worry  about accepting help from strangers; I was
desperate. I couldn't see much of the  driver in the dark, but I sensed he was
big. The black guy got in and we drove  off. Nobody spoke, so I sat there
shivering, pulling the blanket tighter to try  and get warm. After five minutes or
so we took a right, then a couple of minutes  later we turned into a long
drive. We pulled up in front of a fairly large, one  storey building; the black
guy got out and opened the garage doors, turning on  the lights as well. We
drove in and parked, the black guy had carried on into  the cottage. The driver
got out and opened my door; he was 6ft 2, heavy set,  with blonde hair and blue
eyes, I noticed a stud earring in his right ear. He  looked to be in his early
thirties. He reached in and lifted me out with  ease.
"Come on," he muttered, "let's get  you into a hot bath. I'm Don, and my
mate's  Bob."
"I'm Paul." I replied, my teeth  chattering.
He carried me into the cottage; we  went down a passage and through an open
doorway. It was a bathroom, and Bob was  in there running a bath.
"Strip off and give Bob your wet  clothes so that he can dry them, then we'
ll let you get on with your toilet.  When you've finished turn right and go to
the next door, it's the kitchen, we'll  be in there."
I was getting embarrassed as they  stood looking at me, waiting for me to get
undressed. Playing about with  schoolmates was one thing, stripping off in
front of adults was something  completely different.
"Hurry up lad, we haven't got all  night!" Don said brusquely. "We're all
men  together."
I blushed and rapidly pulled off  my sodden clothes, throwing them into a
heap on the tiled floor. I stood up  straight, my hands covering my genitals.
They both openly appraised me, running  their eyes up and down my shivering body.
"Nice!" was all Don said, and he  left the bathroom.
Bob scooped up my clothes, looked  me up and down once more, then he smiled
broadly, winked and followed Don  out.
I was a little confused, were they  looking at me sexually? And wasn't it
wrong for adults to have sex with boy's my  age? In the porno mag nobody had
looked younger than 18. I was so desperate for  the loo I put it at the back of my
mind. After I'd used the loo I took a bath  and, as I'd started doing at
home I eased a couple of soapy fingers up my  bumhole and cleaned that out. I
climbed out of the bath and towelled myself dry,  I felt so much better. There
was only the towel, so I wrapped it around me, just  below my small brown
nipples and made my way to the  kitchen.
It was a large kitchen with an  open fire; my clothes were draped over a
clothes horse stood in front of it; I  could see the steam rising to the beamed
roof. On the large kitchen table I saw  my wallet and loose change. Don and Bob
were sat in two cane chairs at the other  end of the kitchen, dressed in short
white bath robes. Don waved me over,  pointing to a stool in front of his
chair. I went over and sat  down.
"Right Paul, don't say anything  until I've finished." He admonished. "We
know you're running away," he held his  finger in front of his mouth as I went
to protest, "that you've probably had a  run in with your parents. I checked
your library card while you were bathing,  and we both believe you're too
young to go to London;  so we've come up with an alternative. Stay here with us
for a few days to give  yourself time to think things over. If you still don't
want to go back home  we'll try and think of another alternative. O.K.?" He
smiled  reassuringly.
My mind was in a whirl, they knew  I was running away, but they weren't going
to take me back home, they'd got my  address from my library card. They were
offering to help me. I felt relief flood  through me.
"I ran away too," Bob said in a  soft Jamaican accent, "Don helped me."
That made up my mind.
"I'd like to stay with you both  please." I said my voice breaking. I felt a
tear trickle down my cheek, as they  smiled down at me.
"You look uncomfortable down  there," said Don, "why don't you come and sit
on my  lap?"
I got up and sat on Don's lap, I  hugged him tightly.
"Thank you, thank you." I blurted  out as I buried my face into his hairy
chest.
"Hush, hush." He cajoled holding  me tightly against his broad chest with
one strong  arm.
He started to rub my shoulders  with his other hand, and then he leant
forwards and kissed the top of my head.  He moved down and started kissing my neck
and cheek. I felt my cock start to  stiffen as my pulse began to race. I looked
up, he was smiling at me. I leaned  up and placed my lips on his, he kissed
me, gently pushing his tongue against my  lips. I opened my mouth, it just
seemed the natural thing to do, and we started  to gently tongue wrestle. All the
time his hands were massaging my upper body. I  jumped when he gently tweaked
my small brown nipples which hardened instantly at  his touch. I moaned into
his mouth and I forced my arms around his hard  masculine body, squeezing him
tightly.
I felt a tugging at my towel and  realized it was Bob pulling it from my
heated body. My cock was hard by now, its  full 6-1/2 inches, but I felt no
embarrassment as Bob turned me so that he could  see it in all it's glory.
"Jesus Don!" he gasped. "He may  have a boy's body, but he's got a man's
cock!"
I felt  proud.
Don broke the kiss and looked  down. "Oh my," he said with a chuckle, "I
think we'd better take this sex-puppy  to the bedroom."
Holding me tightly he stood up and  we followed Bob down another passage and
into a bedroom. Don laid me in the  middle of a big double bed and they looked
down at me as they removed their  robes. I was all eyes. Don stood 6ft 2, he
was heavy set with dirty blonde hair  on his chest and legs and arms. His
pubes were a little darker and they'd been  trimmed like some of the guys in the
mag. His cock was stiff and stuck out  almost straight, but slightly raised. It
was thicker than mine, 7 inches long  and cut with a torpedo shaped knob
which glistened with precum. Bob, who was 22  I later learned, 10 years younger
than Don, was 5ft 10. He was slim, but honed,  his body was hairless and his
pubes were shaved off. His cock was the same  thickness as mine, and uncut, it
was 8 inches long and stood pointing to his  chin. He had a mushroom shaped knob
too, and as I watched, his foreskin peeled  back to reveal his dark purple
knob, and a pearl of precum oozed from his wide  cock slit.
My own cock was jerking as I  stared at their beautiful men's bodies. Don lay
beside me and carried on  snogging me, his big hands caressing my squirming
body. Bob got on the bed and  started to lick my balls. It felt great to have
two grown men giving my boy's  body pleasure. I groaned as I felt Bob's mouth
engulf my throbbing cock. Then  Don started to play with my still hard
nipples. I grunted when Bob eased a  finger up my bumhole.
"Relax, take it easy." He  whispered in his lovely accent.
I was relaxed, and flexed my ring  closed then open around the invading
digit. Getting the signal Bob began to  finger fuck me. I was writhing beneath the
joint assault, my pulse was racing,  and sweat rolled off me. Bob added
another finger with ease causing me to moan  sexily as waves of pleasure rolled over
me and my rigid cock leaked precum into  Bob's expert mouth. I sucked Don's
tongue deep into my mouth as he continued to  torment my stiff little nipples.
Bob was working his tongue inside my foreskin,  and then he grasped my shaft
and pulled my foreskin as far back as it would go.  His tongue laved my knob
and he sucked hard, pushing a third finger up my bum,  it didn't really hurt,
just gave me a sort of dull ache as it broached my ring.  His fingers were
deeper in me than mine had ever been; then he found my  sphincter and began to
manipulate it. That was it, my back arched, my legs  stiffened and spunk raced
through my tubes. Bob pulled off just in time, and he  pointed my throbbing cock
to the ceiling as jet after jet of hot boy cum shot  into the air, to land
back on my body. They encouraged me as I had the best  orgasm of my young life,
I must have shot 7 or 8 times, but eventually I slumped  back onto the bed
exhausted.
"You enjoyed that?" queried  Don.
"Enjoyed it?" I gasped. "I LOVED  IT!"
I glanced down at my cum covered  body and saw that my cock was still hard.
Don's eyes gleamed. "Do you want  to continue this in our playroom?" he
asked pointing at my hard cock. "It looks  like you're still up for it!"
"You bet." I replied, my voice  full of anticipation.
Copyright June  2005-06-14
End  of part one, any constructive criticism welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
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