Date: Fri, 03 Feb 2006 00:40:38 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: New submission: 'The Running Boy' Chapter 13 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 THIRTEEN Most of the big races we've run this season have been under-fifteens, so I've had to race against kids a year older than me. The Southern Counties was a disaster. It was run over a quagmire at Parliament Hill Fields in North London. I struggled in twenty third. Alex, who's almost as bad in the mud as I am, finished nineteenth. Philip and Deon killed us! They were ninth and tenth. Four in twenty three was good enough for third team, which is still pretty good, running against club teams. The Inter-Counties in Derby went much better. All four of us were in the Kent team. Running against all the best kids in the country I finished twenty fifth, an improvement on my fortieth place in last year's English Schools. I beat all the rest of our crew too, though we were all pretty close together It wasn't brilliant, but it was okay. The only disappointment was that we just missed out on the medals; we didn't have anybody right up there and it cost us. Today's different; it's the Kent Schools Championships, the selection race for the English Schools. Deon's been praying all week that it'll be wet and muddy. His prayers go unanswered; the course is firm and dry. The Intermediate Boys run first. Now it's Alex and Philip's turn to run against older kids. It's four miles too, quite a bit further than they're used to. Kent have got some very good runners in this age group, so as expected it's a very tough race. Alex and Philip do very well; Alex fifth, Philip seventh. They beat all our year eleven kids too. A couple of the year elevens train with us and struggle to keep up, so I expected Alex and Philip to beat them, but the others run with the senior `B' squad, so I'd thought they'd to do better. I'm guessing they don't train as hard as we do. Now it's our turn. After less than a mile Deon and I have broken away from everyone else. I just run on his shoulder till we're a hundred metres from the line then outsprint him to the finish, same as usual. Greg runs really well to get fifth, Adrian finishes tenth. Martin usually beats Greg, but he's had a cold all week and struggles in thirteenth. With only eight to run at the English Schools he'll miss out. That's tough, but it's the way things go sometimes. I guess I'll need to give him some TLC when he's better; I'm not letting him near me while he's got a cold though! 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 So this is it, the English Schools' Championships, the event we've trained for all season. It's being held at Graves Park in Sheffield. We travel to Sheffield the day before the race and spend the night being looked after by local families; that's part of the English Schools' tradition. Deon and I stay with Mr. and Mrs. Nicholls. They've got two boys, Peter who's twelve and Jeremy who's ten. Mr. Nicholls and the two boys all run, so we've got plenty to talk about. They warn us about how tough the course is, although Mike and the other team managers have told us that already. After a great meal and a very pleasant evening it's time for bed. Deon and I are sharing a room with twin beds. I've seen Deon naked plenty of times in the showers and that, but this is different somehow. He strips down to sleep just in a pair of boxers, the same as me. His legs are amazing, so long and slim. We pop into our beds on opposite sides of the room. I can't help thinking about Deon and how I'd love to have him here in bed with me. My cock's throbbing like crazy. There's never been the slightest hint from Deon that he'd be interested of course, so I know there's no chance of that happening. Eventually I drop off to sleep. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 On a sunny spring morning we arrive at Graves Park. We've been told by everybody how tough this course is going to be, but it's not until you actually see it that it really comes home to you. On the one hand it's firm and fast, but the hills are severe; I've never seen a course like it. The start is uphill and the finish is almost at the top of the course. The last mile of each race is almost all uphill, and these aren't gentle gradients we're talking about. We're looking at climbing a couple of hundred feet from the lowest point on the course, dropping down about half that then climbing another three hundred feet to the top corner of the park before dropping down slightly to a flat run-in of about three hundred yards to the finish. Wow! Even just strolling round the course is hard work. The danger is obvious, although Mike and everyone else have spelt it out for us: go too fast over the first mile or so and you'll be on your hands and knees on those two big climbs at the end of the race. Getting this right is not going to be easy. As we complete our inspection of the course I spot a familiar face. It's Jake, and he's got Mark with him! That is so special; I'd no idea they were coming. I trot across to them. "Hi! How did you manage to get here?" I ask, grinning from ear to ear. "Neither of us has a match this weekend, so we were able to get pass- outs," Jake tells me. "We went to Mark's place last night then drove here this morning." "A couple of our friends are running in the senior race. Officially, we're here supporting them," Mark says, smiling warmly at me. "It's one hell of a course, isn't it?" "Yeah! I'll have to be careful not to go off too fast." I walk back to rejoin my team mates. It's such a boost having Jake here to watch. I'm going to have to run well now! The Intermediate Boys run first, the same as they did at the trials races. I watch the start. Because the race is so big - over three hundred kids - each team has a pen and you have to line up one behind the other. That's going to be okay for me and Deon because we'll be right at the front, but it's rough on Philip who's almost at the back. After a hundred yards he's nearly last. It's about ten minutes before they pass us again. Alex is doing okay, well inside the first hundred, and Philip is moving through too, he's about halfway down the field. The Intermediate Girls race before we do, so we can afford to stroll down to the hairpin bend at the top of the first big climb. I can hardly believe what I'm seeing. Philip is absolutely flying! He's passed Alex, who's clearly starting to struggle, and is up to around sixtieth place. I watch from a distance as they make their way up that last big climb. He's into the top fifty and passing people all the time. Wow! This really is the way to do it! We wander over towards the finish. Philip finishes twenty eighth. That has to be his best run ever. I feel so pleased for him; I know how hard he's worked for it. Jake will be pleased too. Better still, Kent have won the team race, with Philip fourth of the six scoring runners. It's another huge confidence boost. If Philip can run that well, I know that Deon and I can. As a bit of a reality check, Alex finishes one hundred and forty ninth. Like they say in horse racing, he didn't get the trip. With the Intermediate Girls race underway it's time to start our warm up. We need to think hard about how we do this. Go off too fast and we'll struggle towards the end, just like Alex did. Take it too easy and we'll leave ourselves too much to do. We know who the favourites are. Michael Forrester from Lancashire won the North of England against kids a year older and finished fourth in the Inter Counties. He'll wear number 243. Paul Thompson from West Yorkshire was fourth in the North of England and twelfth in the Inter Counties. He'll be wearing 689. I don't know either of them. These aren't the kids who beat me in the Inter Counties last season; they've only emerged this year. I don't even know what they look like. Ten minutes to go and it's time to strip down to our running kit. Now we can see the numbers the other guys are wearing. I spot Michael Forrester almost immediately. He's about 5'10" and looks very strong. The muscle definition on his legs is incredible for a kid our age. He's pretty hairy too; it looks like he might already be shaving. Deon and I look at each other. We don't need to say anything; the decision has been made. If Forrester's going to set a really fast pace we're going to let him get on with it and see what happens. A few moments later we spot Paul Thompson too. He looks quite ordinary, much like us, I guess. He does have one big advantage though. He comes from Leeds, barely twenty miles away, and is bound to know this park really well. He should know how to pace himself round here. It all depends what he does. If he goes with Forrester from the start we may have to let him go; if not, he could be a useful pace-setter for us. It's time to line up. Although I won the trial race, Deon's at the front of the pen with me right behind him. That's the way we run; Deon's the natural front-runner who always kicks out hard, I follow his pace. The gun goes. The start of these big races is incredible. We're running almost flat out just to get ourselves up there. After three hundred yards things start to sort themselves out. Deon and I are both in the top dozen or so; it's time to settle into our running. As expected, Michael Forrester is setting a ferocious pace, taking several other kids with him. We take a look around. Paul Thompson is just ahead of us, sitting off it slightly. He's obviously decided not to take Forrester on. Over the next quarter mile we close him down. It's time to relax; we're running just outside the top ten, maintaining a good pace while using as little energy as possible. As we run towards the lowest point on the course with a little over a mile left we can see Michael Forrester already onto the first of the two big climbs. He's well clear of the field and going away with every stride. Nobody else has made the turn yet; they're all lined up in front of us. We pick up a couple of places before we turn the corner. I'm still feeling pretty good, but the real test starts now. Somehow I'm expecting Thompson to really attack this first climb, but he doesn't; he just maintains his rhythm. Before we reach the top we've picked up three more places. The sharp right hander leads us onto the steepest descent on the course. Thompson flies down it like a mountain goat, with Deon and me hanging on as best we can. By the time he starts the second climb he's got ten yards on us. Right now there's nothing we can do; just try to follow him and pick up as many places as we can. Halfway up we're running fifth and sixth with Paul Thompson already up to third place, twenty metres ahead. As we reach the top we've each taken one more place, Paul clear in second place, Deon and I right behind the boy who's running third. Deon tries to go past him, but now we're onto the flat he's able to show more resistance than the other kids have. He's obviously going to fight it out all the way. We drop down towards the finish, the three of us locked together. Paul Thompson has stretched his advantage to maybe twenty five yards. I've got to get this right. If I judge it correctly and give it absolutely everything, I might just catch him. I settle myself, preparing for the attack. I start to sprint with two hundred yards to go. I drop Deon and the other boy almost immediately. Paul Thompson is coming back to me with every stride, but he's still running strongly. Will I catch him in time? If I do, will I have enough left to beat him to the line? It's all about concentration, relaxation and maintaining my form. I do catch him in time, forty-odd yards from the line. He puts up a spirited response, but I've got the momentum. I barely look at him, just staying focussed on my own sprinting. I hit the finish line five yards clear. Seconds later Deon runs through in fifth place, having lost out in the battle with the other boy we were running with. It's a bit sad that he loses out like that so often, especially in big races, but Mike says that as he gets older and puts a bit more muscle on he'll get faster too. Then I'll really have a challenge on my hands! So I've finished second in the English Schools' Championships. Forrester won by well over half a minute; there's no way I could have beaten him, so I guess this is the best result I could have got. That's pretty special in the most important race of the season. Mike's delighted, of course, but he reserves most of his praise for Greg, who comes in sixtieth and helps us to second place in the team race. I understand that though, and it's typical of Mike. Deon and I did what we were expected to do, more or less. Greg might well have fallen apart in a race like this, but he didn't. He did what he was told to do, just like Philip did. He needs Mike to tell him just how important that is and how well he's run. Jake and Mark are ecstatic, although they're completely knackered after running around the course shouting us on. I guess it's not the sort of exercise they're used to. "Christ! My legs feel like they belong to someone else!" Mark comments. "I don't know how you guys do it! That was awesome!" "So that was Deon you were running with?" Jake queries. "Yeah, did a great job setting the pace for me, he always does." "Yeah, he was excellent, pretty cute too!" Jake quips. "Not as cute as you though!" he adds quickly. I give him a cheeky grin and pull my tongue out. "Pleased with that?" he asks. "Yeah, there's no way I could have won; Forrester's just too strong." "Fuck! That kid should never have been in the race!" Jake says vehemently. "He looks at least seventeen!" That's about right, I guess. Jake ruffles my hair affectionately and we go our separate ways. As I rejoin my team mates Deon's mum and dad are with him. Greg's parents are here too. So where are mine? Don't ask stupid questions. For a moment I'm hit by a wave of anger and disappointment; I've just achieved my best ever result in the biggest race I've ever run in. They should be here to share it with me and they're not. Just as quickly I put it out of my mind. My schoolwork and my running are going better than they ever have. More than that, I've got Jake and I love him to bits. I'm not going to let the fact that mum and dad aren't here spoil it for me. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 "I didn't know we were looking after a couple of superstars," Mr Nicholls says, grinning broadly, as he collects us after the presentation ceremony. I smile back, feeling very embarrassed. I know it was only said in fun, but Mike never lets us think of ourselves like that. More embarrassing still, Peter and Jeremy seem completely in awe of us. They want to know every detail of how we train. They ask me how I'm able to sprint so fast at the end of a race. They seem disappointed when I tell them I don't really know; it's just something I've always been able to do. Mr. Nicholls shows us videos of great races from years ago, like Seb Coe winning the fifteen hundred metres at the Moscow Olympics. I've never seen that before; it was an unbelievable race. Mr. Nicholls seems very knowledgeable; he's a good laugh too, totally fascinating to listen to. Before we know it it's half past ten and time for bed. I'm still buzzing from the excitement of the day's events and it looks like Deon is too. We strip down to our boxers, but there's no way I'm going to be sleeping anytime soon. We sit on my bed with just the bedside light on, talking quietly about this and that. "Ryan, are you gay?" Deon asks suddenly, looking right into my eyes. That's come right out of the blue. I could lie, of course, but why should I? "Yes, I am, as it goes. What made you ask?" He shrugs. "Dunno really. Little things; those seniors that came to watch us, I've seen you with one of them before. I just wondered; that's all." "Right." I say casually. "It's totally cool as far as I'm concerned," Deon continues. "It's your life; it's nothing to do with anyone else." "You're not going to say anything, then?" He grins. "No, I still want us to be mates. I think it's pretty cool that you were so honest about it." "You're not gay, then?" I ask. "No, don't think so, anyway!" he responds, smiling, "but I still get pretty horny sometimes, like now." I glance down. The tent in his boxers tells me all I need to know. "D'you want to wank me off?" he asks. "Sure, if that's what you want." "I haven't had a wank for three days; I always do that before big races. I just want to find out what it's like to have someone do it for me." "Cool!" I whisper, smiling at him, savouring the fact that this isn't an opportunity I'd ever expected to get. "Let's pull your shorts down then." He lifts his hips off the bed, allowing me to push his boxers down around his thighs. His cock is a bit smaller than mine, a little under five inches, slimmer than mine too, with average size balls and a sparse crop of almost black pubic hair. It looks perfect on him. I take it into my hand and begin to fondle it. It's throbbing wildly. "Okay?" I enquire. "Mmmm! Good!" "Just lie back and relax!" I tell him. He does just that. I start to wank him properly. This is tame; I want more! I get myself into position and dive down on him, taking his whole length into my mouth and sucking for all I'm worth. "Ryan! Oh!! Ohhh!!!" he moans. I continue sucking. Having Deon's cock in my mouth feels awesome, just like Shelby's used to and by the way he's moaning and squirming around I know he's not going to regret this. I know he won't forget it in a hurry either. I wonder if he'd like to fuck me, but I guess that would be going a bit far. I slide my hand down between his legs and massage the sensitive spot behind his balls. He writhes around on the bed, gasping and moaning, his breathing getting more and more ragged. Oh! Ryan! I'm gonna .. !" I hold the base of his cock between thumb and index finger and suck even harder. "Nng! Nnngg!! Nnnnggg!!! Ohhhhh!!!!" His cock jerks violently between my lips, spunk spurting over and over into my mouth. I gulp it down until he's got no more left to give. I quickly grab my dick and wank myself off into my boxers. I cum in, like, ten seconds, totally soaking them. "Fuck! Ryan, that was awesome!" Deon gasps, still breathing like he's just finished a race. Fuck! I never thought it'd feel that good!" He looks at my boxers. "Fuck! Looks like you've cum loads too!" "Yeah, well I guess I needed that as much as you did!" I say, grinning at him. "And this is just our little secret, right?" "Yeah! Fuck, I'm not saying anything!" he responds emphatically. "This doesn't make me gay, does it?" he asks, looking at me quizzically. "No, of course not! It just means you're totally horny, like you said. Now if you wanted to suck mine." "Nah!" he says, screwing his face up. "I'm not up for that!" "Right, well I think we might be ready for some sleep now!" I tell him. He pulls up his boxers and climbs off the bed. "Thanks!" he whispers, ruffling my hair. Moments later he's in the bed on the far side of the room. I quickly change into a clean pair of boxers and switch off the light. I know it'll never go any further, but I'm ecstatic that it's happened; especially that Deon enjoyed it so much. This has been the best weekend of my life and that was the perfect finale. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Sunday evening we're back at school. Jake and I are together in his room. Snuggled up to him like this, naked on his bed is just the best feeling possible. I'm blissfully happy. I know it can't last, of course. In a few months Jake will leave school and move on to university and our relationship will be over, but that's the point. We both know that's what's going to happen so we're determined to make the most of the time we have together. We talk like we always do, about the races on Saturday in particular. Jake's always been so involved in soccer and cricket; he's never had time to pay much attention to other sports. He's certainly never seen races like that before. It was an eye-opening experience for him. He mentions Deon. I'd love to tell him about what happened last night, but I promised Deon it was our little secret. I don't break promises like that. Gradually we build towards our inevitable climax. "So how d'you want it tonight? Jake whispers. "On my tummy, with you on top of me." "No problem!" We pull the pillows into the centre of the bed and spread a towel over them. I roll a condom onto his dick and lube him up. I get into position. He works some KY into my bum and lowers himself onto me. With one thrust he's right inside, his firm, fit body pressed against mine. This is heaven, the most awesome feeling in the whole world! I'm so used to it now it doesn't hurt at all. He starts to fuck me, his rampant cock thrusting repeatedly over my prostate. I'm on cloud nine and then some. He increases the pace, fucking me harder with every thrust. My balls are getting tight; the sensations in my cock are indescribable. Bolts of electricity fire off all over my body, my bum tightening violently around Jake's thrusting penis. "Oh! Oh yeah!! Nng! Nnngg!!Ohhh!!! Aaarrrggghhhh!!!!" Cum gushes out of my cock, soaking the towel. I've brought Jake off too; his dick rising and jerking deep inside me as his spunk spurts wildly into the condom. Nothing can ever beat the way that feels; being fucked like that by a fit young guy that really cares about me is the biggest thrill possible. Slowly Jake withdraws and removes the condom, tying off the end so he can get rid of it later. We fall into an awesome, passionate kiss. I can't find the words to tell him how much I love him. I want to stay here, spend the night in his bed, but we both know that's not possible. Slowly, reluctantly we get back into our clothes. It's time to go. One final kiss and I'm on my way. Five minutes later I'm back in the junior recreation room behaving as though nothing's happened.