Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2006 20:16:28 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: The Running Boy Chapter 12. 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 for reading this type of material, please leave this page now. This story contains scenes of sexual interaction involving underage boys. If this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. Feedback, including contrsuctive criticism, is always welcome and I always reply to it. It's good to know that guys out there are actually reading what i've written! Please e-mail your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I will reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER TWELVE Usually, I only see Philip when we run together. There's no chance of talking to him then, there are too many kids around. He's always with Alex in any case. It's lunchtime when I spot him strolling out towards the playing field. I walk across to him. "Hi Phil, how's it going?" I say brightly. We continue walking in the direction of the sports field. "Pretty cool. You?" he responds. "Yeah! It seems we have something in common, apart from running." He looks at me quizzically. "Your ex-boyfriend," I continue. His eyes widen so much they're in serious danger of falling out. "You? You're .. going with Jake?" he stammers. I nod. "Fuck!" he says quietly. His eyes are still the size of saucers. "I'd no idea you were gay! You've kept that quiet!" "So have you! I had no idea either until Jake told me." "Yeah. Well Jake's okay; I liked him a lot." "He says he screwed up with you, you know?" "Yeah. It's not that I wasn't up for it; I guess he just rushed it a bit, made me really sore." "Yeah. He says he doesn't want to make the same mistake with me." "Are you up for that?" "Yeah." "Have you, you know.. done it before?" "Yeah." "Wow! I was always too scared to do that at prep school." "Jake says you met someone your own age. Is it Alex?" He grins. "I wish! No, Alex is straight, totally! He gets horny, of course, like everyone else, I guess. I've got as far as sucking him off a couple of times. He loved it! Came loads! But I knew he wasn't really into it, you know?" "Yeah, I guess. He knows you're gay then?" "Oh yeah! He's totally cool about it. He sort of looks after me." I could tell him about Martin, but I'm not going to. Sounds like it's not quite the same, anyway; I don't think Alex goes looking for it like Martin does. "So who's your boyfriend?" I ask. "Chris Maynard, plays fly-half in the under-15 rugby team." "Cool! So what d'you get up to?" "Snogging and sucking each other off mainly. Then when I want to give him a special treat, I let him fuck me. That's awesome. He's not as big as Jake so it's cool." "My boyfriend at prep school was pretty big; massive for a kid my age! I guess I got used to it. It hurt pretty bad the first time he did it!" "You still liked it though." It's more of a statement than a question. "Yeah. Actually I'd done it before, with one of the kids in the cross- country team, so I guess it didn't hurt that bad." "Right! Were lots of the kids doing it then?" "In my dorm they were! I'm not sure about the other dorms; never heard of them getting up to the sort of stuff we used to do." "Cool!" he says, smiling broadly. "Well just let's keep this to ourselves, okay? I'm glad you told me though. It's nice to know I'm not the only kid in the cross-country team that's gay! Okay, got to go; Chris will be waiting for me!" 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Jocelyn being a bit `girly' only really matters if you don't know him. It's what you notice when you first meet him, I guess. Once you do know him, it doesn't matter at all. Not only is he unbelievably clever, he works like a beaver, he's very generous and extremely funny. I'm in the top set for maths, physics and chemistry; just ordinary sets for our other classes. Jocelyn is in the top set for absolutely everything. In most classes he's top of the top set too. I guess in some schools he'd get a hard time; here he gets total respect. That's how it should be. My best class is maths; I've always done well at that. Jocelyn and I sit together. He's so bright and so quick I have to work as hard as I can just to keep up with him. I just love the challenge, the same way as I do with running. I know I'm good at maths and I don't want to let him beat me. We've just finished a lesson on factorisation. I've never worked so hard in my whole life; we did loads and loads of them! We stroll out of class together, heading out to our lunch break. "You know about me and Mark, don't you?" he asks quietly. "Pretty much; Martin told me." "Right! Well I hope I'm not speaking out of turn, but Mark told me you're going with Jake Lawrence, the school soccer captain." "Yeah, that's right. I hope you're not going to tell everyone about it." "No, of course not!" he replies, giving me a beautiful smile. "I sort of guessed you were gay anyway; I never saw anything actually happening, but I figured out you and Martin were. you know." "Yeah. He was most upset when you told him you didn't want to do it with him any more." "I don't like being somebody's quick fuck. That's all he wanted." "Yeah, well I guess it's a bit different for me. I know him pretty well, with us running together five times a week. He's a mate I guess. He's okay; he just needs to get his rocks off. I help him out occasionally; it's not a problem." "Yeah, I suppose, but there's just no feeling there. It's sort of like sex-by-numbers." I stifle a giggle. He's spot-on; that's exactly what it is like. "How often d'you see Jake" he enquires. "A couple of times a week. Why?" "That's the same as me and Mark. I get pretty horny other times though. I wouldn't mind doing stuff with you if you're interested. I know you won't be like Martin." Wow! That's another possibility I haven't really considered. On the whole I prefer strong, athletic looking boys with big cocks, and Jocelyn being so obviously gay I didn't want it to look as if I was hitting on him like Martin was. But the fact is Jocelyn's totally cute, and better than that, he's well up for it. So why not try something different? It'll be more interesting than sex with Martin anyway. "Cool, but will Mark be okay with that?" "Yeah, no problem! He told me to give Martin the elbow because I'd said I didn't like doing it with him, that's all." "Oh! Cool! When d'you want to do it then?" "Whenever you want. You know those nights when you're so horny you can't sleep. Just come over to my bed; I'll keep you company." "I don't want to wake you up." I tell him. "It's no problem, really. I'm always up for it!" So that's it then. I know all about those nights he's talking about. Now I know what to do about them. It's an open invitation; I'm not going to turn it down. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 So after a few weeks of almost nothing, everything seems to have fallen into place. I adore Jake, I really do. It's not just that I find him hot; it's the way he takes care of me. We spend lots of our time together snuggled up just talking. He makes me feel so secure, so happy, so loved. We talk about everything. He's so generous and so supportive, always encouraging me, telling that I can achieve whatever I want as long as I'm patient and work at it. It's more than mum and dad ever do. I go to watch him play soccer whenever I can. He's the smallest guy on the team; to tell the truth he looks more like fifteen rather than seventeen, but he's so quick and so skilful, he can jump higher than all the bigger guys and his work-rate is incredible. He captain's the team superbly too, always shouting encouragement to the other guys. I don't know how many of his team- mates know he's gay, but it's obvious that they respect him totally. Funny, though, it's the one thing he hates talking about. If I tell him how well he played or something like that he just smiles, says thanks and moves on. If he's done something really exceptional, he might say: "Yeah, I was quite pleased with that", or he'll give the credit to one of his team-mates. I admire him so much for not boasting about his achievements; I know that it's a lesson for me too. I don't think I've ever been really bad, but I guess that sometimes I've said more than I needed to. I'm going to be a lot more careful in future; I'll let my running do the talking. Of course we do have sex, and I love every second of it. But Jocelyn's right; the sex is awesome because our relationship is so much more than that, and afterwards I feel so confident, like I'm walking on air, the same as I did when I had sex with Luke or Shelby. Because Jake's so much older and more mature you can't really compare it with the way I felt about them, but I love Jake every bit as much; it's just different, that's all. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It takes me a while to realise that I'm actually awake. I blink a few times, allowing my eyes to get used to the darkness. I can feel my dick throbbing inside my boxers. I'm so horny I don't know where to put myself. It's more than twenty four hours since I had sex with Jake and it'll be almost two whole days before I can see him again. I flick on my nightlight under the covers and check my watch. It's quarter to two. Fuck! There's no way I'll get back to sleep with a hard-on like this! I guess I could just have a wank, but I want more than that. It's been nearly a week since Jocelyn made his invitation. I've slept right through every night since, until tonight that is. I still feel very nervous about it; suppose he doesn't wake up? I'll feel like a right idiot. But I've got to try it; when I'm this horny, wanking myself off just doesn't cut it. I quietly open my locker and retrieve a condom and a tube of KY from their hiding place. I walk silently across to Jocelyn's bed, discard my boxers and slide in next to him. He's got his back to me. I wrap my arm round him and run my hand down his silky-smooth chest. I reach the waistband of his briefs, sexy little white ones like he always wears. I pause for a second, enjoying the warmth of his body next to mine, the wondrous smell of freshly washed boy. Slowly I edge my fingers downwards; moments later they're resting on his stiff little cock. He moves back slightly; his bum pressing against my dick. I gently stroke his cock and kiss the back of his neck. He turns over, wrapping his arms round me. Our lips meet, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I return the favour, exploring every surface of his perfect white teeth. He slides one hand down between our bodies. The touch of his slender fingers on my dick is electrifying. I gently help him to remove his briefs. His penis is a little under four inches, slim and uncut, the foreskin still completely covering the small bulbous head, his balls firm and round. There's still not a trace of pubic hair. I fondle him gently. He is so cute, like a very pretty doll. Only he isn't a doll; he's a real, live, horny boy who wants sex just as much as I do. His mouth engages on my left nipple, sucking it the way a baby suckles on his mother. It's slightly painful but very exciting. Slowly and systematically he works his way down my body. The sensations are wonderful; I let him take his time, ruffling his hair and stroking his back. He reaches my cock. There's little hesitation; he licks all over the head then simply devours it, his nose buried in my pubes, his tongue working all over my shaft His lips move back to the top. He licks the head again then plunges back down, taking it right down his throat. He's getting me so horny I'll cum in seconds if he starts to suck it. He doesn't; he's cleverer than that. Just when I think I can't stand any more he lets me go and snuggles up next to me. "Beautiful cock!" he breathes. "You're not bad yourself!" I whisper. "Now it's my turn!" I position him kneeling over me; his knees astride my chest. I push my self up onto my elbows. I'm not sure if he's done this before but he gets the idea straight off. He pushes his stiff little penis fully into my mouth, holds my head and rocks back and forth. It feels awesome. I grab the KY and lube up two fingers. I push my hand between his legs and find his boy-hole. He pushes back eagerly onto my fuck finger. He starts to fuck my mouth even harder. I insert my index finger as well. Now he's really going for it, his breathing becoming more ragged with every thrust. His grip on my head suddenly tightens. His bum squeezes my fingers. A second later his cock swells and jerks in my mouth, little jets of bitter-sweet boycum coating my tongue. Wow! That was so special! He pulls off my fingers, lets me go and lies back down next to me. "Awesome!" he whispers. "I loved that! Now you've got to fuck me!" "How d'you want to do it?" I ask. "Any way you like!" "On your tummy?" "Yeah, cool!" We pull the pillows into the middle of the bed. I pick up the condom packet. Jocelyn stops me. "Don't use one of them! I want your spunk up my bum! That's the best bit!" "But .." "Please Ryan!" Oh fuck! I know this is risky, but it's what he wants. I just can't say no. He moves into the position I've been in so often. I lower myself onto him He holds his bum-cheeks apart, helping me to position myself. One determined thrust and I'm inside him. I pause for a few seconds then allow gravity to take over. My dick slides smoothly into him right to the root. "Mmmm!" he whispers. "Go for it Ryan!" I pull back a few inches. I'm aware of the tight little sheath gripping my cock, warm and velvety, the sensations so much more intense than being sucked off. I thrust right back into him, my cock pushing over his sex-gland. He moans quietly, urging me on. I pull back nice and slow, pause for a second and push back in hard. It feels right. "Oooh yeah!" he breathes. I repeat the dose, trying to keep it slow, but gradually, inexorably the pace increases, Jocelyn's sexy boy-smell and cute little moans spurring me on to ever greater efforts. Five minutes pass. We're both soaked in perspiration. Without warning his whole body starts to shake, his bum tightening around my cock. He's taken me right over the edge. I thrust my whole length into him as my balls explode into action. Spunk powers through my cock and unloads into his bum in six or seven thick globs. I've cum so much my balls ache. I'm completely exhausted, lying on top of him gasping like an old steam engine, the only sound to disturb the peace of a cool October morning. At last my breathing begins to slow and I gently pull out. Jocelyn rolls onto his back. We kiss. "That was awesome!" he breathes. "You can do that any time you want!" "Thanks! It was awesome for me too! Did you cum on the pillow?" He shakes his head. "Put my pants there so I wouldn't make a mess. I'll change them in the morning." It seems he knows the cotton wool trick too. We allow ourselves one final kiss. I slip on my boxers and return to my own bed. My head hits the pillow; I sleep like an angel.