Date: Thu, 09 Feb 2006 19:17:28 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: 'The Running Boy' Chapter 14 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. Well, this is it, guys, the final chapter. I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feedback, including constructive 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! I would particularly ask guys who have read the story all the way through to spare a few minutes to send me your thoughts. Please e-mail your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I will reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER FOURTEEN At the end of the spring term Mr. Blackhall retires; I'm sorry to see him go he was a really cool guy; he really cared about us. At the first assembly of the new term his replacement introduces himself. "Good morning boys! My name is Bingham and I'm your new housemaster," he tells us firmly, watching everyone like a hawk. He continues for several minutes, telling us in very clear terms the sort of behaviour he expects. He's clearly going to be way stricter than old Mr. Blackhall ever was. Then comes the crunch. "I want to warn you in particular about sins of the flesh," he announces. I know exactly what he's talking about and I've got a rapidly increasing heart rate to prove it. "This sort of behaviour will not be tolerated," he continues, "and any of you that may wish to engage in it should understand that. I will be watching very closely. If you are involved in that sort of behaviour I will find you out, and when I do, you will be dealt with most severely. I'll put it very simply. Anyone who is engaged in this type of behaviour with another boy will be sent down immediately. I hope I have made that clear." Martin and I glance at each other. He's clearly thinking the same way I am. A few minutes later we're on our way to our first class. "Did you hear that?" I ask him quietly. "What are we going to do?" "Be bloody careful!" he whispers, typically using as few words as possible. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Evening free recreation, Jake's expecting me to sneak across to his room, but there's no way I can do that now. Bingham is everywhere! I could probably get away without him seeing me, but he'd pretty soon clock that I was missing. When I got back it would be like a re-run of the Inquisition. There's no way I want to go through that! Jake's not in Eagle house so he won't know the score yet. I hate letting him down, but there's nothing I can do. Shit! I want to get naked and have him make love to me the way we've been doing for most of the past two terms. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 I walk into the library. I set down next to Jake and open my books, pretending that I'm working. Mr. Jameson, the librarian, is busy and not paying us any attention. "What happened yesterday evening?" he whispers. I tell him the story. "Holy shit!" he breathes. "What a bastard! Blackhall knew what went on; he just turned a blind eye and let us get on with it. Christ! I'm glad you warned me. I've got `A' levels coming up in a few weeks; there's no way I can risk getting sent down, neither of us can." He grips my hand under the table. "I'll miss you, kid, I really will." "Me too!" I whisper. "So didn't Jocelyn get out either?" he continues. I shake my head. "Bingham was watching him the whole time; he followed him everywhere! I think he's already clocked that Jocelyn's gay." "Fuck!" Jake whispers, clearly alarmed by this turn of events. "I'll make sure Mark knows. What an absolute bastard! I didn't like the look of the guy the moment I set eyes on him. One of these so-called Christian fundamentalists, I suppose. Well, thanks kid! Take care of yourself!" He gives my hand another squeeze. I close my books and walk sadly out of the library. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Our training over for the day, Martin and I head back towards the dorm. "I've been conducting a few experiments," he tells me. "Experiments?" I enquire. "Yeah, getting up in the middle of the night, going to the boys' room, you know, taking my time, then coming back to the dorm, just to see what happened." "And?" "I tried it at half past one. Bingham caught me. I told him I'd got a bad tummy and needed the toilet. He looked a bit suspicious but there wasn't anything he could do. Anyway I went back to the dorm and a bit later he came in to check up on us." "Right." "Yeah, well I tried it again at three o'clock. Not a problem, there was no sign of him. I've done that three times now. Same result every time. Let's face it; the bastard's got to sleep sometime!" "I suppose so," I concede. "So what d'you want to do?" "Well, three o'clock in the morning, that's when we'll do it, as long as you're up for it." "Okay, if you're sure it's safe," I tell him, still feeling pretty nervous. "Safe as we can make it," he says firmly. "Okay then." "Cool!" I've still got misgivings about this, but I'm so horny it's a risk I'm prepared to run. I want sex with Jake really, but that's right off the agenda, and Jocelyn's completely spooked; there's no way he'll risk doing anything. Worse than that, the way Bingham treats him is making him completely miserable and his work's suffering. It's so unfair! Sex with Martin is pretty much third best, but right now it's the only thing on offer. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 I'm already awake when Martin crawls into bed with me. We begin the same as always, stroking and fondling each other. I wish he'd kiss me but he's just not into that. He scoots down and takes my cock in his mouth. He'll let me put my dick in his mouth but not my tongue; strange, huh? Ho-hum. It feels wonderful anyway, way better than the last time he did it. But let's get real here. I've not had sex with anyone since I spent a few days at Luke's house during the Easter holiday. That's more than three weeks ago; I'm so horny any blow-job would feel wonderful. He's carefully finger fucking me too. After three weeks without sex my bum's tightened up quite a bit. This is almost like a new experience. After a minute's careful sucking we swap places. I can't wait to get his cock in my mouth. It's still just the same size as mine, a little over five inches and medium thick. Unlike mine, only about half the head sticks out past his foreskin and he's got a bit less pubic hair than me. I suck right down on it, pulling back his foreskin so I can work my tongue all over the smallish purple head. He gently ruffles my hair to signal how much he's enjoying it. I speed up a little, his breathing becoming just about audible. One final lick and I let him go. I quickly roll a condom onto his dick. I lube him up and get into my favourite position, lying on my tummy, legs apart, pillows covered with a towel under my hips. I hold my bum-cheeks apart. Martin gets down on top of me, his penis quickly finding its target. He pushes down; it slides smoothly into me. After three weeks I'm more than ready for this. Maybe Martin has grown a bit or perhaps my bum really is tighter; the sensations that he's giving me as his cock hits my love-button are the most intense I can ever remember; this is nearly up to Luke's standard! I try to stay relaxed, but the stimulation I'm getting is way too powerful. In less than two minutes I'm hit by wild, wonderful spasms, my bum gripping Martin's cock even tighter. Seconds later my dick's jerking like crazy against the pillow as several jets of thick, creamy spunk spurt onto the towel. I always cum when Martin fucks me, but I can't remember the last time I came as much as this! Martin's really going for it now, ploughing into me as hard as he can. He grasps my shoulders as his breath becomes suddenly hot, his cock spasming wildly as he shoots his spunk into the condom. Seconds later he carefully pulls out. Seconds later he slips silently out of my bed and into his own. That's it! We've done it! I lie there thinking about what we've just done. It was awesome to have sex again, there's no denying it, but there's something missing. It's sort of mechanical. It's not just that we don't kiss; there's nothing spontaneous about it. We do it to help us get our rocks off; it's as simple as that. Martin's a nice kid and a good athlete, but I don't feel about him the way I have for Jake or Luke or Shelby. Having sex with them was something really special! We're taking a big risk here too, whatever Martin says. I wonder if it's really worth it. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 The half term break comes and goes. Martin and I still have our little routine, twice a week, every week, always different nights. I've thought about varying the time too, but haven't got round to doing anything about it. Jocelyn's still not up for doing anything. He's still paranoid about the way Bingham's singled him out; he's just too scared. I'm still asleep when Martin gets in bed with me. He gently shakes me awake. We steadily go though our routine, not that that's bad or anything; it's just that it's totally predictable. At last he gets on top of me, his penis burying itself deep in my bum. Without warning the door swings open; the light is switched on. Bingham's standing there looking like thunder. It's the moment we've been dreading. We knew we were taking a chance; tonight has been one chance too many. "You two!" he barks. "Get up and get dressed! Now!" We do as he says; there's no other choice. We follow him to his study. "Crossley, you stand in that corner, Whitford, you in that corner, facing the wall! And I don't want to hear a peep out of either of you!" He sits in his armchair and reads a book. I just stand where he's put me, wondering what will happen in the morning. We'll be taken to the Headmaster's room and if what Bingham told us is right, we'll both be expelled. After a couple of hours I put my hand up. "What is it?" Bingham snaps. "I need the toilet, sir." "Right, the two of you! With me!" He takes us along to the boys' room. "Crossley! You first!" I go and have a piss while he stands outside with Martin. I walk back out onto the corridor. "Right! Whitford, you can go now if you want; otherwise you'll have to wait until seven o'clock." Martin strolls into the boys' room. "I was surprised to find you involved in this, Crossley," Bingham says quietly. "Tell me, was Whitford making you do this? I don't want to punish you if you're an innocent victim." I'm horrified. He's giving me the chance to get myself off the hook by dropping Martin in the shit. There's no way I'm going to do that! "No sir," I tell him. "He never forced me at all." "Are you quite sure?" he asks insistently. "Yes sir." Martin re-emerges and we head back to Bingham's study. At seven o'clock he supervises us as we take a shower, one at a time. He supervises us right through breakfast, making sure we can't talk to each other. At half past eight we're marched off to Mr. Ashton's study. Bingham now has a problem. He needs to go in to brief the headmaster, but that leaves us outside unsupervised. He looks around, looking for an answer and doesn't find one. "Right! Wait here!" he barks. He sweeps through the door, closing it behind him. Martin and I sink into two of the chairs that have been placed there for visitors. "My dad will kill me," Martin whispers. I don't reply; I can't find anything to say. To our surprise, the conversation in the Headmaster's room is clearly audible. "At quarter past three this morning I found two boys, Crossley and Whitford from year nine, in bed with each other engaged in most serious homosexual behaviour." Bingham announces. "I told the boys what would happen if they were found doing this sort of thing. These two must be sent down immediately!" "Mr. Bingham! Apart from asking what you were doing patrolling the dormitories at that time in the morning, that is a complete over- reaction," the headmaster says calmly. "This sort of thing has happened before, you know. We'll split them up so they're no longer in the same dorm, we'll write to the parents to let them know what's happened, and bring in some professional counsellors to help the boys get themselves sorted out. It's what we've done before. Crossley and Whitford are very good students and first rate atheletes; we don't want to condemn them for making a mistake. It's possible that one or both lots of parents will withdraw the boy in any case. That did happen once. But really, this is not something to get so steamed up about." "Headmaster," Bingham snaps, "I was patrolling the dormitories because I knew this was happening and I was determined to put a stop to it. I announced to the whole house that boys caught doing this sort of thing will be sent down. You'll undermine my authority if you let these two get away with it!" "Really, Mr. Bingham! It is not for you to make school policy." Mr. Ashton says, now clearly exasperated. "If you intended to make such an announcement you should have discussed it with me first." "This wasn't just a bit of mutual masturbation," Bingham continues. "We're talking about the sin of Sodom! Homosexual intercourse! You are condoning the most serious homosexual behaviour!" "I know exactly what we're talking about," The Headmaster says evenly, "and it's not a question of condoning anything. I've told you how we deal with these matters here. On the few previous occasions that this has happened we have received letters from the parents thanking us for handling things so professionally, so I don't think we have a problem on that score." "Humph!" Bingham exclaims. "Parents with moral standards as low as their sons! No wonder the country's in the state it is!" "Be that as it may, Mr. Bingham, but I am headmaster here. When I took over fifteen years ago, we struggled to attract really talented boys to come here. Over that time we've built up the school's reputation so that now they're clamouring to get in. We've attracted sponsors to provide scholarships. We've achieved what we have by ensuring that the boys are happy and well cared for, and by encouraging them to develop their academic, sporting and artistic talents as fully as possible. The way we deal with incidents like this has been an integral part of that. Now I have told you what is going to happen. Will that be all?" Martin and I look at each other. He's not going to expel us! "Very well, headmaster," Bingham says acidly. "It is your decision. But let me tell you this. When I was appointed, I told the governors that I would insist on the highest moral standards from the boys in my house. If you are not prepared to back me up in doing that I shall have no alternative but to resign with immediate effect, and having done so, I shall tell everybody exactly why I did it, and by everybody I mean the national press!" There's a long pause. Martin and I look at each other again. Bingham's really upped the stakes now. "That, Mr. Bingham, is blackmail!" the headmaster says angrily. "That, headmaster, is me using he only means at my disposal to make sure that you do what needs to be done!" Bingham sneers, sensing victory. "Tell me," Mr. Ashton snaps, "what do you know about these two boys?" "What I know about them is irrelevant!" Bingham retorts. "It's what they were doing that's the issue here." "Your predecessor knew all there was to know about every boy in that house," Mr. Ashton tells him. "He left you copious notes on every single one of them. I doubt if you've even read them!" "Actually, I was surprised to find Crossley involved in this." Bingham says dismissively. "I asked him twice if Whitford had forced him into it, but he denied it. I thought it would be Greenfield." "Good God!" Mr. Ashton exclaims, the volume escalating all the time. "Jocelyn Greenfield is one of the most talented students we've ever had, and as far as I'm aware, he's hurting nobody! He could have gone to one of the top schools in the country. His parents sent him here because they were concerned that I might have a hard time at certain other schools. I will not have him harassed or victimised! Do I make myself clear?" "He's a blatant homosexual," Bingham says in very superior tone. "He incites the other boys." There's another pause, much longer this time. "Well, Mr. Bingham," the headmaster says at last. "I don't seem to have too much choice. You are damaging the careers of two talented young men who only need a little help and understanding to sort themselves out. I hope you are happy with your night's work." "Perfectly happy," Bingham sneers. "It's nothing to do with me; they've brought this on themselves by their immoral and disgusting behaviour!" "Mr. Bingham," the headmaster responds firmly, "You had better understand that I don't take kindly to being pushed into doing things I don't believe in. Like the Japanese at Pearl Harbour, you may have won this particular battle. But remember, they didn't win the war and neither will you." Moments later the door opens and Bingham marches out without even a glance in our direction. "Come in boys," Mr. Ashton says. We make our way inside. "I suppose you heard most of that," he asks. "Yes sir, "I tell him. "Thanks for sticking up for us." "Didn't do me much good, did it?" he says, shaking his head. "I can't let him carry out his threat; the tabloid press would have a field day. Parents would get alarmed and start withdrawing their boys; we'd lose all our sponsorship. I'm sorry but I can't risk that." "We understand, sir." I tell him. "Yes, sir," Martin confirms. "I can tell you that your references from here will be excellent," Mr. Ashton tells us. "We'll have to explain why you left, of course, but don't worry about that. It would normally be your housemaster who'd provide those references, but on this occasion I shall do them myself. I won't let that man inflict any more damage than he already has." There's no more to be said. Our careers at Langstone have come to an abrupt end. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 We're sitting around the long dining table like it's a sort of board meeting, mum and dad and one side, Auntie Jan, that's mum's sister, and her husband, Uncle Peter, on the other, me at one end. Dad is clearly irritated that he's got to deal with this, but that's no surprise. Anything that keeps him away from his beloved software business irritates him. Me being gay hasn't even been discussed. "Wellstead High School is only about half a mile from our house," Auntie Jan tells us. "It has a good academic record, not as good as where he's been, but quite good enough, and it does have a cross- country team; we see the boys out running all the time. It seems that it's a major sport there. Ryan could come and live with us. He'd have his own room, of course. I've made a few preliminary enquiries and the school would accept him." "I do hate imposing on you like this," mum says, "but our nearest school is seven miles away. He'd have to go on the school bus. Because it's so far he wouldn't be able to stay behind at all; I don't know if they run there anyway. We can't take him to the athletics club in Oxford. That's twelve miles from here and we just don't have the time. Maybe he should forget about his running but it seems such a waste after all the effort he's put into it. It really is so difficult." "Well, we would obviously pay you for his keep say forty pounds a week, plus the same again for pocket money, clothes and so on," Dad says, clearly trying to hurry things along, "more if you need it. We're not going to leave you out of pocket." "Well it's up to Ryan, really," Auntie Jan says. "How does he feel about coming to live with us?" I've already made my mind up on this one. Auntie Jan and Uncle Peter are pretty cool. I've stayed there before and it's okay. They can't possibly show less interest in me than dad does. I've seen Wellstead High School at some of the races I've been to. They don't have as good a team as Langstone, but they're not bad. I'd be much closer to shops and cinemas and all that sort of thing than I am here. And there's no way I want to go to Barnham, the school seven miles away. That's a dump! "I want to go and live with Auntie Jan and Uncle Peter, if they'll have me," I say quietly. "That's decided then," Dad says. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 "So here I am," Ryan says, giving me another beautiful smile. I swear I'll die if he does it again. "I'm living with Auntie Jan and Uncle Peter on Launceston Avenue." "Amazing!" I tell him. "So Langstone's loss is our gain!" We fall into another awesome, passionate kiss. THE END