Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 12:38:55 -0500
From: Kevin Metson <trojanboy2012@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Runners pt 9

This story contains erotic situations involving high school boys.  If this
offends you please leave now.  This is a complete work of fiction.


This story is copyrighted by the author.


**** Jake *****


As we ran back to my house, I savored the make out session Tommy and I just
had.  Were we boyfriends now? I thought for sure he was going to brush me
off, but the way he kept his hand on my leg was amazing.  It's like he
really likes me and ** wants ** me.


I look over at Tommy and smile.  He sees me turn my head and looks at me.
His return smile melts my heart.  He is so hot. His sandy brown hair
bouncing slightly as we run.  His hazel eyes sparkle. His lips parted
slightly.  I want to run my hand over his bare chest and slide into his
shorts...  and my smile falters somewhat.  Shit. How could I forget.


A look of concern comes over Tommy's face.  "What is it?" he asks.


Despite the fact we had those hot minutes back by the river, I'm a little
uncertain what this all means.  ***Are*** we boyfriends? Does he really
want me or just wants to have fun?  What really worried me was that I was
going to be gone for almost two straight weeks -- what would that do to our
.... well this thing we have?


When I didn't answer, Tommy stopped completely.  "What's wrong
Jake? Why do you suddenly got this doom and gloom look on your face?"


"Can we go talk somewhere private? Before we get to my house?"


Without any hesitation,Tommy immediately replied, "Of course. Why don't we
go to my house, we can talk in my room, my mom won't bother us at all.  She
never comes upstairs."  He took off again and led me to his house.


As we walked in, Tommy introduces me to his mom, who was in her office.
She greeted me with a smile and asked if I needed anything. Tommy mentioned
he was having supper over at our place and his mom gave this relieved
smile.  She told Tommy she'd be leaving in about a half hour for a dinner
meeting that just came up and hadn't been sure what to do for supper for
Tommy.


We headed up to Tommy's room.  It was filled with Lego models. The walls
were painted blue and his floor was hardwood.  In the center of the far
wall was his bed.  It was a queen size. Nice. Against one wall was a desk
with a IBM computer and printer.  Tommy sat down in a small recliner that
looked like it was specifically for reading, as it had a lamp off to one
side.  I sat down in the chair by the computer desk.


Tommy started tossing a small baseball in the air, I couldn't help but
admire the muscles moving in his arms.  He looked over at me and said, "OK,
spill it."


"I'm going to be gone for the next two weeks," I said simply.


Tommy stopped throwing the ball and gave me a confused look. "What?  What
about regionals next Saturday? If you don't run at regionals, you can't run
at state."


"I know. It's fucked up.  But you see my Uncle Ken has to go out to
California for work.  He just found out on Friday.  He and my dad were
trying to figure something out, but couldn't find any place for me to stay,
so I have to go with my dad on his next run.  He'll be back tonight and
we'll need to leave early in the morning. That's what Uncle Ken was talking
to me about when you showed up.  You made me completely forget about that
until just now."


I wasn't sure how much Tommy knew about my situation.  His next question
let me know it was not much.


"So what about your mom?"


I think Tommy realized he'd asked the wrong question, cause try though I
might, I could not keep a scowl off my face.  "That bitch doesn't even want
me alive. Fuck her, for all I care."


I regretted those words as soon as I said them.  Not because that weren't
true, but I was afraid Tommy would take offense.


But suddenly Tommy was over right behind me. I was sitting in the chair
backwards, so my back was open.  He wrapped his arms around me and hugged
me.  "I'm sorry, Jake," he whispered in my ear.  "She must have hurt you
somewhat awful."


I couldn't help myself.  I started to cry. I mean fountains erupted from my
eyes. How could Tommy know just what I needed to hear.  No recrimination,
no questioning my hatred.  Just simply acceptance.


He held me protectively until my crying slowed.  All along he was smoothing
my hair and murmuring I don't know what. But finally I calmed down.


"She left us when I was 9, said she wished I'd never been born..." I
couldn't go on.


"Shh," Tommy quieted.  "You can tell me when you're good and ready."


Suddenly Tommy got a mischievous grin. "I know a place you can stay for the
next two weeks."


"Where?" I asked cautiously.


"Why with me, of course."


I just stared at him for about a minute.  I couldn't comprehend what he was
saying at first.  Slowly it clicked.  Tommy wanted me to stay with him!


"Fuck, yeah," I said grinning for ear to ear.  I turned my face towards him
and we were kissing again.  Nothing tentative about it this time either.
But as much as I wanted to do more, I knew Uncle Ken would be starting
supper soon.


I pulled back as I pushed gently on Tommy's chest.  "We need to go get
supper, I said.  And tell Uncle Ken.  He'll want to talk to your mom."


Tommy leaped away quickly.  "I'll go down and ask her to call him.  You're
going to stay over tonight, right?"


At those words of Tommy, my face exploded in a grin.  He wanted me to stay
over ***tonight****.  "Fuck, yeah," I repeated again.


**** Tommy ****


I couldn't figure out why Jake had suddenly become so moody.  All I had
done was smile at him.  Was he having second thoughts?  I have to admit, a
part of me wasn't sure about going so much against the norm. Liking guys
(Ok being Gay -- there I said it) was not acceptable here in southern
Texas, at least not in our rural community.  But, something about Jake
really made we want to be with him, to hang out with him -- hell, to do
more than that, I had to admit.  To thread my fingers through his dark
hair, to play with his little soul patch -- and, yes, turn the tables on
him and find out what it was like to feel another guy's jock.


But maybe he had some of the same reservations as me.


When Jake didn't respond to my initial inquiry, I came to a dead stop and
asked him again what the problem was.  When he said he wanted to talk
privately, a cold knot formed in my stomach.  Shit.  This is fucked up.  I
suggested my house and led him there.  After a quick intro to my mom, we
headed up stairs.  I sat down in my "chill chair" as I thought it.  It was
a wicker rocker that I loved to sit and read in. Most recently I was wading
through a lengthy fantasy series call The Wheel of Time.


Jake straddled the the back of my computer desk chair and faced me.  I
didn't exactly want to look at him, in case he was planning on calling it
quits.  I might have been hesitant at first, but damn, after giving in
after my initial resistance, I knew it would hurt like a shot to the gut if
Jake backed away.


Jake sat there quietly for a minute.  I occupied my mind by tossing a
baseball in the area. Shit - this was excruciating.  I looked over at him
and said, "OK, spll it."


When Jake first said that he'd be gone for the next two weeks, I was
slightly confused to say the least.  What did that have anything to do with
it?  And what did he mean he'd be "gone" for two weeks.  Regionals were
next week.  If he missed the regional meet, he couldn't continue onto
State.  Our team was sure to make it.  I told him so.


I knew his dad was a truck driver, Jake had mentioned that yesterday.  But
for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what his Uncle Ken going to
California had to do with him having to go somewhere, so I asked about his
mom.


How I wish I could have erased those words. A look of what I would say was
sheer horror came over his face, and I have never heard anyone speak so ill
of their mom.  I couldn't imagine what she had done to hurt him so bad, but
I knew what it was like to have a parent leave you.  Memories of how I felt
(and sometimes still feel, truth be told) when my dad was killed flooded
into me.  Late at night when these feelings were the worst and running was
not an option (well not always an option -- I actually had more than a fair
share of midnight runs), my mom would hold me and murmur senseless humming
in my ear.


In a flash, I knew I that's what Jake needed.  I was out of my chair and
behind Jake, holding him and humming.  The moment I hugged him, Jake burst
into sobs.  His body started to shake. My eyes started to water as well. I
knew this hurt all too well.


After a couple of minutes the storm passed.  Jake told simply how she had
left when he was nine.  I whispered he didn't need to tell me until he was
ready.  And then, it hit me.  I knew where Jake could stay, where I ****
wanted**** him to stay.  I glanced over at my bed quickly. I could feel a
wicked smile creep onto my face.  "I know a place you can stay for the next
two weeks."


"Where?" he asked.


"With me of course."


"Fuck, yeah," was his response.


It took a couple of moments for what I said to sink in and then suddenly we
were kissing.  I mean really kissing.  Jake stood up and we were full body
on body.  Our chests meshed together.  I was about to press my groin into
his, when he pushed me away.


"We need to go get supper, I said.  And tell Uncle Ken.  He'll want to talk
to your mom."


I leaped away quickly.  "I'll go down and ask her to call him.  You're
going to stay over tonight, right?"


At those words of mine, Jake's face exploded in a grin.  "Fuck, yeah," he
repeated again.


I ran downstairs and caught my mom as she was straightening up her office
to leave.  I quickly explained the situation.  Not surprisingly, she
readily agreed.  She likes other people in the house.  Jake gave her his
phone number and my mom and Uncle Ken chatted briefly.  Turns out mom's his
CPA, so Uncle Ken was easy to convince.


We ran back to Jake's house.  Jake's uncle had the barbecue blazing and the
steaks sizzling. "Supper will be ready in about 15 minutes.  We'll eat
outside, so don't worry about cleaning up." I had to grin, my mom would
never let me sit down to eat without showering after a run.


Uncle Ken (yes I know he's Jake's uncle Ken, but that's too much to type
each time.  Besides, I took to copying Jake and started addressing him as
Uncle Ken.  He smiled the first time I said it, but probably figured it was
the easiest way to address him).  Anyway, Uncle Ken was a riot. He regaled
us with tales of Jake's dad and him when they were growing up.  I was just
in a great mood.  Jake and I kept sneaking glances at each other.  At one
point, I swear Uncle Ken gave us a questioning look, but he also had a
slight smile on his face, so I doubted he noticed anything.


After supper, Uncle Ken said he'd clean up and told Jake to go and pack his
bags.  After he cleaned up, he'd drive us over to my place.  We raced up to
Jake's room.


Jake walked in first and I followed.  I close the door behind me.  He heard
the latch click and turned around.  I moved over to him and embraced him,
we were instantly kissing again.  Our tongues battled each other for who
could explore the other's mouth deeper.  Our chests were pressed together,
and wow I could feel his groin expanding into mind.  His hands were
gripping my back, digging into my shoulders.


I thought of pushing him down on the bed, but knew we needed to get other
things down.  I split us up this time, but as I pushed him back, I slid my
hand down his chest and into this shorts.  My hand wrapped around his cloth
enclosed hardness.  Wow, it felt awesome.  He felt bigger around than me.
Then I realized I wasn't just touching the cloth of his supporter.  The tip
of his dick had expanded above the waist band. And he was slick.  I moved
my fingers to his tip and could feel the slightly sticky liquid of his pre
juice. He thrust forward a little, involuntarily I'm sure.  But, ... yes
.. we needed to get him packed.  I started to move my hand, but he grabbed
my wrist and thrust his dick into the palm of my hand.  "Please," he
whispered.


With my left hand, I pushed his shorts and support down, I wanted to see
this.  I gripped his cock with my right hand.  He looked a little shorter
than me hard, but a little thicker, Maybe about 5".  He had some dark pubes
growing near the top base of his shaft.  His head was flared and seemed to
pulsate.  A steady stream of clear ooze was leaking out, giving my hand a
nice lube.


Jake closed his eyes and tilted his head back, as he continued to thrust in
and out of my hand.  I kneeled down on one knee and reversed my grip, so
that my thumb was now towards the top.  I stuck out my thumb so that I was
rubbing the crease on the underside of his head. Jake let out an
involuntary sigh and his body shook.


The smell was mesmerizing.  He was musky from his run.  And yet there was a
sweet smell almost that seemed to be from the pre ooze.


Jake picked up the pace and with two more thrusts jammed his cock
forward. I clamped down on the base of his shaft and watched it what seemed
like slow motion as his piss slit contracted. His nuts drew up.


And then with a grunt he spewed.


Jake's knees gave out and I let go of his cock as he fell back.  The first
volley had sailed over my shoulder and hit the wall.  The second shot
straight up and fell back to land on the floor.  By the time the third
volley went off, he was lying back with his bent legs, and the cum landed
in his pubes.  After that, there were a couple more small releases.


My hand was had a little bit dripping from my thumb and forefinger.  I
suddenly had a strong desire to taste it.  Here was Jake's batter, it was a
part of him.  I raised my hand to my mouth and licked it.  The taste was
salty and sweet, with a slight bitter aftertaste.


Jake just looked up at me amazing. "thanks," he simply said.


Just then Uncle Ken called up, "You boys about ready?"


I was boned like there was no tomorrow, but no hope for it I knew.  Jake
reached under his bed and pulled out a crusty sock from underneath that
obvious was no longer used to cover his feet.  He cleaned himself up and
wiped the spunk off the wall and floor.  He pulled up his shorts and then
called back.  "Sorry, Uncle Ken, we got distracted looking at my comic book
collection.  We'll be down in 5 minutes"


"What comic books do you have?" I asked, suddenly interested.  "You DC or
Marvel?"


"Mostly DC, but I also like the Fantastic Four.  I got Superman, Flash and
Green Lantern.  My favorite is Impulse."


"Awesome. We got the same tastes. Those are the same ones I follow."


Jake seemed about to dive into a discussion, when he brought himself up
short,"Hold it, we gotta pack."  Jake proceeded to opens drawers and fill a
suitcase with shirts, shorts, boxers, and bathroom stuff.


As we were leaving the room, he grabbed me from behind and wrapped his left
arm around my chest.  His right hand dove in **my* shorts and he grabbed
hold of my jock covered crotch and whispered, "Don't worry bro, I'll return
the favor when we get to your house."


He almost didn't need to worry about waiting.  If he had held me much
longer, I would have spewed right there, but his hold was brief and I
managed to simmer myself down.


Ten minutes later we were at my house. Uncle Ken pulled away and we entered
my empty abode.


To be continued.


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