Date: Thu, 03 Nov 2005 21:30:13 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: 'The Running Boy' Chapter One. The story below is a work of erotic fiction. If reading erotic material is illegal where you live, please leave this page now. If you are under age to be reading this type of material, please leave this page now. This story contains scenes of sexual interaction involving under-age boys. If this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. The chapter which follows is the first of fourteen. I will submit one each week over the next three months until the story is concluded. Feedback is more than welcome and I always respond to it. It's great to know that people are actually reading what I've written! Please e-mail thoughts, observations and constructive criticisms to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk I will reply as soon as I can. THE RUNNING BOY: CHAPTER ONE The start of the autumn term, and I'm a couple of weeks short of my eighteenth birthday. A few days in, a warm September afternoon, it's the first meeting of the school cross-country team. I've just been appointed team captain; a reward for a lot of hard work, I guess, and getting to be the best runner in the school. The changing room is buzzing with boys' chat as thirty plus guys get into their running kit. The juniors head out on their training run, leaving behind just our usual training group, plus one kid I don't recognise at all. Mr. Cartwright, our team coach, brings him over to me. "Tom! This is Ryan Crossley. He's moved here from a school in Kent. He's in year ten but I believe he's pretty useful. Take him out with your group; see how he gets on." "Yes, sir!" I respond, sizing the kid up. He certainly looks the part; about five feet five, slim without being skinny, longish legs with just a hint of muscle definition on his thighs. His face tells the same story; bright hazel eyes that don't seem to miss anything, brown hair which, though neatly trimmed, is collar length at the back, and a cute, self-confident smile. "Hi!" I say briskly as we shake hands. "Hope you're settling in okay." "Yes, thanks!" he responds, his voice that husky just-starting-to- break thing. We set out across the playing field. This kid may be a useful runner, but year ten? That's three years below me and two years below anyone else in the group. It seems almost an insult, having a kid that age training with us. He's not a big kid either; by the sound of him, his balls have only just dropped! Well, if he's going to run with us, he's going to find out what playing with the big boys is all about. We go out through the gate, across the road and head off into the woods. This is one of our regular routes: about seven miles, mainly on forest tracks, very undulating with a couple of stiff climbs, it takes about forty five minutes to run. The track begins to take us up a long gentle climb. I increase the pace slightly. A couple of the weaker runners start to struggle almost immediately. I glance across, hoping in a way that the young newcomer will be starting to feel it too, but he's right on my shoulder, looking very comfortable. I continue to press on; seven miles is a long way for a kid that age. He may seem happy enough now, but he'll be in bits by the time we've finished! Down through Oak Coppice, past Carnthorpe Lake and up `The Escalator', a really tough sandstone bank climbing a hundred feet or so, the pace is relentless. Every time I glance across Ryan is still on my shoulder and still looking easy, his face a picture of relaxed concentration, his eyes focussed straight ahead of him. By this point I'm well into my running, feeling strong. Hitting some flatter ground I kick on, ratchetting up the pace another notch. We emerge on the far side of the lake, a mile still to run. The leading group is down to four: Mark Wilson, Gavin Southall, Ryan and me. I press the accelerator one last time. Within seconds Mark and Gavin are off the pace; Ryan's still right on my shoulder like somebody glued him there. I'm fully committed now, really going for it. We press on, stride for stride, without a word being spoken, out of the woods, across the road, through the gate and back across the playing field, only easing down as we approach the changing rooms. For the last few yards we slow down to a walk. My breathing's pretty heavy; it's been months since I ran as hard as that! Ryan looks up at me; he isn't even blowing. "Thanks! That was great! I really enjoyed that; it's an awesome place to run!" Over the next five minutes the rest of the group straggle back. "Did that new kid stay with you all the way?" Wayne Tilson enquires. "Afraid so!" I reply, then mentally kick myself for being so ungenerous. The kid isn't just good, he's exceptional; a class act. I've never had the chance to train with anyone that good before. Back in the changing room we start to get our kit off. "I know the team meets Tuesdays and Thursdays," Ryan pipes. "Do you train any other days?" "Sure!" I respond casually. "I run from here every day except Friday. Gavin and Mark come sometimes. You can join us if you want." "Thanks!" he says brightly, eyes looking at me intently. "Can we have a shower?" "Yeah, sure! Ask Mr.Cartwight to turn them on for you." I don't even think about it. You go running through the woods, you get muddy and sweaty, you want a shower afterwards. It's not an issue, or at least it wouldn't be, except for one thing. I realised I was gay about a year ago. I really fancy some of the other guys on the team; Gavin especially, he's really fit. But there's never been any response; not a hint that any of the guys I fantasise over feel the same way. Cross-country is a tough sport and the changing room has the real macho atmosphere that goes with that. All the guys in our squad are intensely into girls, or at least that's what they want everyone to think! I'm not going to risk blowing everything I've worked for by `inappropriate behaviour'. It's frustrating, but I can go into the showers without any problem, so I just keep my fantasies to myself. When I get into the showers Ryan is already there. I probably wouldn't have taken any notice of him except that between his legs he's bigger than I expected. His cock's quite long, uncut and medium thick, with a neat little crop of pubes. I give him the once-over then do my usual trick of `not looking'. He's too young in any case; I don't give it another thought. Two minutes later I'm back in the changing room getting ready to go home. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 We've been back at school for almost three weeks. Ryan has run with us on every training session we've done. He always runs the same way, right on the leader's shoulder. If we want to run easy, he runs easy; if we want to run hard, he runs hard. He's an amazing athlete. The other thing I've started to realise is how stunningly cute he is. I've never really thought about doing anything with a younger boy before, but he is just gorgeous. After we've run he always strips off right in front of me and goes into the showers, like he's encouraging me to look at him. Surely he can't be gay too? I usually have a shower anyway, so nobody's going to say anything just because I have a shower when he's there. I can hardly take my eyes off him. He just smiles at me. There's never a hint of him getting a hard-on though, so I don't know what to think. Almost every night I wank myself stupid thinking about him. There's no way I'm going to make a move on him; it just isn't worth the risk. There are always other guys around in any case. I arrive for training to find Ryan already there. Mark's at the dentist and Gavin's got a driving lesson, so there's just the two of us. Ryan doesn't give me any of the animated chatter most boys of that age engage in; just waits quietly for me to get changed. We set off. I choose a route we haven't done before, about five miles, using the canal towpaths and country lanes. At first I take it quite steady, wondering how he'll respond, half expecting him to take the lead and try to up the pace. Instead, he does exactly what he always does, runs right on my shoulder without saying a word. We reach the bottom of Boundary Hill, a steady climb of almost a mile. "We'll put an effort in up here", I tell him. "It's quite long; see how you go." He nods his assent as I set off, setting a strong pace without going crazy. After a few minutes the summit comes into view, a couple of hundred yards further on. "That's the top, by the big tree!" I tell him, at full stretch to speak while still keeping my breathing under control. I up the pace significantly, making one final effort as we approach the summit. To my horror and amazement Ryan goes into a completely different gear, sprinting away majestically, leaving me trailing in his wake. I reach the summit fully five seconds behind him; he's bouncing about on the balls of his feet, waiting for me. "Cool!" he exclaims, eyes sparkling. "That was awesome!" "I'm going to hate you!" I gasp, with a mixture of embarrassment and admiration, hardly able to believe what he's just done. We run steadily back to school without exchanging another word. There would usually be other guys around in the changing room, but today we're the only ones there. We start to strip off. "You having a shower? he enquires." "Yeah, I'll turn them on." By the time I've done it Ryan's already naked and trotting through into the showers. Without giving it a second thought I strip off and join him. Suddenly I get this sense that something's about to happen. I glance across; he's playing with his cock! He's getting a hard-on, not yet fully erect but well on the way. Something is happening; he's cruising me! I swallow hard; this is a lot to take in. Not only is he as cute as buttons, he's totally up for it. His cock's fully hard now, a good five and a half inches, his foreskin fully retracted to expose the shiny, bulbous head, his balls just the right size in proportion. He is stunning! By this point I'm hard too. My mind's a total mess. I know I shouldn't do this; he's too young, isn't he? He grins and licks his lips. He's so cute I just can't resist; I want sex with this kid more than I've ever wanted anything. I turn to face him. He gives me his cheekiest smile. "Beautiful cock!" he whispers, taking my thick seven and a half inches into his hand and running his fingers up and down my shaft. His touch is sensational, far more exciting than wanking off has ever been! I almost shoot my load right there. I return the favour; it feels amazing, hot, hard and powerful, like a length of sprung steel. I move a touch closer, running my other hand over his bum and down his thighs, his skin soft and silky smooth. He is drop dead gorgeous, everything I could ever want! Why I didn't fancy him the moment I set eyes on him I can't begin to imagine. He looks up at me with the most knowing, sexy smile I'll ever see, then gets down on his knees right in front of me. I'm totally blown away; I know what he's going to do and I can't believe it. He holds my cock gently round the base and takes it into his mouth. He starts sucking with a wonderful, even rhythm, pushing down further and further, pressing his cute little nose into my pubes, then coming right up, licking all over my bell-end, and plunging right down again. If having him play with it was good, this is fantastic; under the warm water still spraying out of the showers the suction is unbelievable. I look down at his head bobbing up and down on my cock; it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I run my fingers through his hair. I can feel my balls start to rise; I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer. In an instant my body goes into wild, uncontrollable spasms; I have to hold on to stop myself falling. My cock jumps around with a life of its own as my cum explodes into his mouth in several huge wads. Far from pulling away, he stays right down there, sucking and licking until he's taken every last drop. It's the longest, wildest orgasm ever! Wanking off has never felt anything like that! I knew I wanted sex with another guy but I never imagined it would be with someone like him, and even in my wildest fantasies I never dreamed it could be as awesome as that! At last he lets me go and gets to his feet. I grab his cock, wanking him furiously. It's all over in seconds, his spunk shooting out all over the showers. My head's completely gone; this has been one life-defining experience; the moment I discovered what being gay is really about. We clean ourselves up, turn off the showers and head back to the changing room. "Have you ever done that before?" Ryan asks quizzically. "Not exactly." I reply, almost resenting having to admit my lack of experience. "Thought not!" he says nonchalantly, giving me another cheeky grin. We dress in silence; I want to ask him if he'd like to do it again sometime, but my head's in such a spin I can't find the right words. We make our way outside and go our separate ways. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 The next afternoon we have full squad training, which means there's no chance to get together with Ryan again. I'm desperate to make sure I don't let my chance slip. For all I know I might have blown it already. "Hey!" I say to him casually after we've finished our run. "I usually rest on Fridays, but I'm not racing this weekend so I'm going to run tomorrow. Come along if you want." "Sure!" he replies, giving me a knowing grin. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 The next twenty four hours seem to last a lifetime. As I leave my final class of the week the doubts race through my mind. Will he turn up? If he does, will he be up for a repeat performance? Maybe he'll decide it was all a big mistake and not want anything more to do with me. When I reach the changing room, Ryan is already in his running kit. The look on his face tells me he'll be up for anything I want and then some. "Hi!" he says brightly, eyes sparkling, "Good to see you! Where are we going today?" "We'll go into Carnthorpe Forest, I explain as I get changed. "I'll show you one of the other runs we do." "Awesome!" he responds enthusiastically. "I really love running through there!" We set off. Once in the forest we're soon into a good rhythm. There's little conversation, but it doesn't seem to matter. It's such a buzz just having this cute, horny and amazingly talented kid running alongside me; I'm feeling strong, moving well, enjoying the dappled September sunshine, not even thinking about.. Forty minutes later we're back. Friday has to be the ideal day for this. We were lucky a couple of days back that there weren't any other guys around, but on Friday just about everybody goes home as soon as classes end; we'll have the place to ourselves. We'll be able to take our time, savour the experience, get to know each other a little better. We strip off and head into the showers. There's no hesitation; we get straight down to it, bodies close together, caressing and fondling each other. He looks up at me. "You are well fit!" he whispers. "I love that!" He opens his mouth, pushing his tongue out. I've never even thought about kissing a guy before, but it just seems right. Our lips meet, his tongue pushing right into my mouth. My hands run down his back and over his chest, stroking his still-barely-visible nipples, exploring every inch of his cute young body, his aphrodisiac boy- smell filling my nostrils. He is so stunning; I'm getting hornier by the second. After a couple of minutes our lips part. I go down on one knee, taking his beautiful stiff cock into my mouth, my fingers running up and down between his legs. Totally amazing! You keep thinking it can't get any better; then it does. I suck on it gently, being careful not to make him cum too soon, my tongue exploring all over it. My fingers advance upwards until I'm tickling his little rosebud asshole. There's not a murmur of protest. This is so unreal; nothing could possibly feel this good. At last I let him slide out of my mouth and get to my feet. "That was so cool!" he whispers. "Let's get dry, go back in the changing room, do it in there, there's no-one about!" If he'd suggested jumping off a one hundred foot cliff, I'd probably have done it. We quickly dry ourselves and head back into the empty changing room. A second later we're fondling each other again. He whispers right in my ear. "D'you want to fuck me?" My head explodes. I must have died and been reincarnated on another planet. This just can't be happening. "Have you taken it before?" I ask, unable to think of anything else to say. "Yeah!" he replies nonchalantly. "At boarding school I used to get fucked all the time." He looks in his bag and produces a tube of gel. "Use this!" I kneel down in front of him, smear my index finger with lube, push my hand between his legs and start working it into him. "That's good!" he breathes. "Now use two fingers!" I do as he says. "Oh, that's cool! You can stop now." I withdraw my fingers and stand up. He pulls out a condom packet, ripping it open with his teeth. "You'll have to put this little rubber sock on," he announces casually, giving me his most mischievous grin. "It's not that I mind guys cumming inside me, but I don't want to make a mess in my boxers, in case.. you know!" I know, or at least I think I do. He expertly rolls the condom onto my cock; smears it with gel, then bends down over the bench. I move in behind him, guiding my cock onto his hairless pucker. I push forward; he takes everything I've got. "Oh yeah!" he gasps. "That is awesome! It's ages since I had this! Come on Tom, you know what I want!" I'm not going to disappoint him. I set to work, starting off nice and slow, pulling at least half way back before slamming it back in again. Gradually I build up the pace, marvelling at the tightness of the boy's cute little love-tube holding my cock. The experience of being right inside him, of totally possessing his beautiful young body, is like nothing else; if I'm missing out any by using a condom, I'm not aware of it. On a scale where having a wank is one and Ryan sucking me off is ten; this is somewhere in excess of twenty. "Ooh, yeah!" he moans "That's brilliant! Play with my cock!" I do as he says, precum oozing over my fingers as soon as I touch it. "Come on Tom! Really go for it!" he urges. I hit full throttle, already soaked in perspiration. There's no holding back now. I feel my balls start to tighten; a couple more thrusts and there's a full-scale earthquake, measuring eight-point- fuck-knows-what on whatever that scale's called; the floor's shaking, the walls are shaking, lights are flashing, I'm holding on for dear life, trying to stay on my feet, my cum shooting over and over into the condom, still embedded deep inside Ryan's cute young body, over and over like it won't ever stop. Then finally it does stop. It's just me and Ryan, alone in the changing room, my breathing the only sound to disturb the peace of a September afternoon. My balls feel like they've been used up for the next week. I carefully withdraw. Now he must have his reward. I kneel down, turning him to face me. I take his cock into my mouth, sucking on it as hard as I can go while he ruffles my hair. I hear his breathing starting to shorten. "Oh! Oh!! Ohh!!! Ohhh!!!! Oooohhhhhhh!!!!!!!" His cock hits the roof of my mouth; warm, salty cream flooding down my throat. I suck and lick until he begins to subside, then gently let him go. "Oh cool!" he breathes. "That was awesome! Brilliant!" I look down; the condom's full to bursting; I go through to one of the stalls, pull it off my cock and flush it away.