Date: Thu, 08 Dec 2005 18:53:00 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: The Running Boy; Chapter 6 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. 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. CHAPTER SIX Today is our cross-country team's first big test. We've had a couple of races against local schools which we've won easily. Shelby and I have finished first and second both times without having to work too hard. It will be different today. The Oaklands Relays' attracts schools from all over the south of England; We'll have to beat some stiff opposition just to get among the medals. Eddie Jackson will run the first leg. He's in Year Seven, so he's giving a year away, but he's pretty good and very tough. Patrick will run second, Shelby third and I'll run the anchor leg. Patrick's the concern. He's never run in a relay team before; I'm not sure how well he's going to handle it. His dad's come to watch him; he often comes to watch when we race on a Saturday. I'm hoping it will inspire Patrick to do something special. The lap is just over one and a half miles; the lap record for our age- group is eight minutes twenty eight seconds and it's stood for eleven years. Considering that some of the best kids in the country have run here, you just know that that has to be one hell of a time. At exactly quarter past ten the starting gun sounds. Fifty odd teams set off in pursuit of that prestigious trophy. The lap is mainly open parkland, and as the start and finish are at the top of the course you can see most of it without moving too far. As they reach the halfway point at the bottom of the course Eddie is in fourth place and running quite strongly. The distinctive blue and white vest of St John's Grammar School is starting to open up a lead. As they run back up the slope Eddie is clearly finding it tough, the gap to the leader growing all the time. He brings us home in fifth place, twenty seconds behind St. John's. It's a useful start. As Patrick's lap unfolds my worst fears are realised. He's simply never been in at this level before and he's struggling. When he crosses the line we're in eleventh place; worse than that St. John's are still in the lead a full minute ahead of us. We'll struggle to get a medal from here, let alone win it. Patrick is inconsolable; he thinks he's let us down. I want to tell him he did his best and not to worry about it, but right now I've got to stay focussed. Shelby's out there trying to get us back amongst it then I've got to try to finish the job. The problem is that well as he's been running, Shelby's not had much experience of this type of racing. The one saving grace is that he's starting off with runners lined up in front of him, giving him targets to aim at. I watch him as he runs along the bottom of the course. He is flying! He's already picked up three places and there a couple more just in front of him. Christ! I hope he hasn't gone off too fast! He begins the long steady climb back towards the changeover. He's made no mistake; he's up to sixth place and cutting back the gap with every stride. He picks up another place just before he rounds the final corner. One hundred and fifty yards to go, he's still running beautifully, another runner falling into his clutches as he approaches the changeover zone. He's cut the lead back to just twenty three seconds. It's up to me now. We should certainly get medals from here. Winning it is a different matter. If the anchor-leg runner for St. John's is really good I might not be able to catch him. I've got to give it a go. At the halfway point we're up to third; second place is just a few yards ahead. Patrick's dad is shouting at me, urging me on, telling me that the lead's down to twelve seconds. As I turn onto the long climb back towards the finish we move into second place. I'm giving it everything. This climb doesn't look like much but it's a killer. Steadily, inexorably I start to reel him in. Three hundred yards to go, I'm on his shoulder. I could go past and try to run away from him but I've very little left. I've caught him too soon; I curse myself for my impatience. I'll have to do what I always do; sit behind him and wait. I always back myself in a sprint finish, but right now I'm so tired I'm not sure I'll be able to sprint. Maybe he's a good sprinter too? I don't know. We round the final corner; I'm still right behind him. We head for the finish line. The pace increases slightly but not by much. I need to stay patient. I'm feeling a bit stronger again, a bit more in control. I don't want to blow it by going too soon. One hundred yards from the line, eighty, seventy, this is it! I push up onto my toes, drive my elbows back and sprint. Everything's a blur. I'm aware of going past him; the next thing I know is that I've crossed the line and I'm being mobbed by my team mates, Mr. Jones, (our coach), Patrick's dad and several people I don't even know. My lungs are on fire. That's the hardest I've ever run. After the older boys' race we make our way to the pavilion for the presentation ceremony. Patrick's dad seems even more excited than we are. His enthusiasm is amazing; he spent the whole of our race running around the course shouting us on. Fuck! I wish my dad would do that! It's obvious that he and Patrick are very close. We gather round the board where the times are displayed. Shelby's got fastest lap, eight minutes thirty seconds, just two seconds off the record. I ran eight minutes thirty six. As it goes, none of the St. John's boys broke nine minutes. "I don't deserve a medal today," Patrick says sheepishly. "Eddie beat me by half a minute." "Well, you know what to do about it," his dad responds, smiling and ruffling his hair. "I'm going to train harder," Patrick says, smiling back at his dad. "That's what it's about," his dad tells him. "You know you can do it if you put your mind to it. You'll have a superb team if you work at it." My dad's never spoken to me like that, not even once. I guess Shelby's dad hasn't either. It's time for the presentation to start. I feel very proud as we go to collect the trophy and our medals while everyone in the pavilion's applauding. It's time to go. "Thanks for coming, Mr Cornish," I say to Patrick's dad. "It was great having you shouting for us like that." "My pleasure!" he replies, smiling. "It's been brilliant. You guys were amazing." He gives us all a quick hug and heads off to his car. We get into the minibus and Jonesy drives us back to school. I can hardly get my head round what we achieved today. Shelby was awesome; for him to have run like that was incredible. The kid's a hero; tonight he will have his reward. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Sunday afternoon in early October; as usual Tristan , Shelby, Marcus and Patrick have band practice. Tristan plays drums and percussion, Shelby and Marcus play trumpet, Patrick plays saxophone. I'd usually spend the time hanging out with Luke but today he and Julian are rehearsing for the school play. They'll be doing that every Sunday from now almost till Christmas. That really sucks! I've finished all my assignments, Shelby and I have already been out for a run and I'm bored. I could go to the library and surf the net or something, but that's not what I want. I find Gary lying on his bed. He's wearing board shorts and a soccer top. Somehow he seems to have got a lot fitter over the past few months. He's looking bored too. I've never had that much to do with him. It's not that I don't like him; we just don't seem to have that much in common. "Hi Gaz, what are you doing?" I ask brightly. He yawns and stretches. "Getting bored out of my brain. What about you?" "About the same." "Fancy going out into the woods for a bit?" he asks. It's a warm, sunny day. Even if we're only hanging out, it'll be better to be out there than cooped up inside. "Cool." I tell him. A couple of minutes later we're strolling through the grounds towards the forest. Neither of us seems to have much to talk about. We're both pretty shy, I guess. Once we reach the forest we find a grassy bank and lie down, propping ourselves up on our elbows. It's so peaceful out here, basking in the October sunshine. "You and Shelby seem to be getting on pretty well," Gary comments. "Yeah," I respond, trying to sound as casual as possible. I eye him suspiciously. I've got a feeling I know where this is going. He smiles across at me. "Don't look so worried! It's cool! Come on, Shelby's bed's right next to mine. I was bound to notice something! You're not exactly silent when you're doing it!" "You're not going to say anything, are you?" I ask nervously. "Don't be stupid! Of course not! Fuck! I'm in no place to talk about what other guys get up to! Shelby's running really well, isn't he?" "Yeah. The way he ran at Oaklands last weekend was incredible, only two seconds off the lap record. He's really growing up." Gary grins at me. "Yeah, I've noticed that too! Do you like being fucked?" "Mmmm!! It hurt pretty bad the first time, but now. it's just awesome!" "Has Luke fucked you?" "Not yet. It's his birthday on Thursday." He rolls his eyes. "Oh, cool! Was that, you know, Shelby's present too?" I nod in response. "Yeah." "Wow!" "Gary," I ask changing the subject. "What's the score with Julian?" "Julian's a perv," he responds, frowning. "What d'you mean?" I ask, somewhat taken aback. "How long had you been here?" he counters. "Just over a year, why?" "Well the year before you arrived we had this new teacher Mr. Stanley, taught English and music. Well, you know how much Julian likes being the centre of attention. Well, this teacher made a real fuss of him. Well, it turns out he's getting into Julian's pants. Suddenly he disappears, got the bum's rush more like. It all got hushed up. Julian's been pretty weird ever since. "That doesn't make him a perv though." "Julian's into little boys," he tells me evenly. "That's why he likes Marcus." "But you like Marcus too!" I protest. "Well, when he starts jumping into my bed and sucking my dick and asking if I want to fuck him I'm not going to say no am I? It's different with Julian. About a year ago he tried hitting on Tristan. When I found out I told him to leave him alone or I'd break his legs. Tris doesn't even like him. Then just before the end of last term I was going into the boys' room for a piss. The door of the end stall opened and Julian came out. He just walked right past me, never said a word. Well, there was a bit of shuffling about and then the door locked again, so it was obvious he'd been in there with someone. I waited for a bit but nothing happened, so crept into the next stall, climbed up and looked over the wall. Robbie Lewis was sitting there with his shorts round his ankles." I know who Robbie is: two years below us, long fair hair and really cute looking, like a child model or something. "Fuck!" I say, almost wishing I'd never raised the subject. "Robbie's only ten! What had they been doing?" "Dunno, but I reckon Julian had fucked him; that's what it looked like. I could be wrong of course." "Let's hope so; that's not good." "Yeah, well that's what he's into." "Tristan told us you met a new friend when you were in Ibiza" I say brightly, deciding to move things on to a pleasanter topic. He grins broadly. "Silvio, he is drop dead gorgeous! He and his mum are Italian but they live in London. He's got longish brown hair, a bit darker than yours, big brown eyes, a beautiful body. he is stunning! Best of all, he kept telling me I was hot!" He pauses for a moment, suddenly looking more serious. "I used to think, when I started messing about with Tristan, that it was just, you know, me needing to get my rocks off, and when Marcus jumped in bed with me and sucked my dick. But when I met Silvio. well, it was different. I've never kissed Marcus, but with him I just knew I had to do it." "Cool. Tristan told us that Silvio stopped over one night. He was supposed to be sleeping downstairs but when Tris woke up in the middle of the night he was in bed with you. Tris said he heard you whispering to each other then he heard Silvio squeal." Gary's eyes widen. "Fuck! He heard that? Shit! He never said a thing. It was a big room and our beds were in opposite corners; I thought he'd slept through it. Fuck! Tris is the coolest kid on this entire planet!" "Silvio squealing, was that. you know?" "Yeah, I guess I hadn't used enough lube. He was okay with it though; after that first time he couldn't get enough of it!" "So he is gay then?" "Yeah, and his mum knows! They've invited me to stay with them during the half term break. I can't wait!" I glance across. Gary's cock is tenting his shorts. All this sex-talk has given me a hard-on too. "Looks like you're getting pretty horny just talking about it," I say quietly. "Yeah, fucking right!" he responds, sounding breathless. I know I shouldn't be doing this, it's not fair on Luke or Shelby, but Gary's really fit and I'm so horny I can't stop myself. "Want to do something now?" I ask. "Yeah, cool!" he breathes. "Over there, in the bushes," I tell him, pointing at the thick undergrowth where Shelby and I had our suck-off session. We stroll across there. I look around to check that nobody's watching us. There's no sign of anyone. We disappear into the bushes. Tops are quickly discarded, shoes kicked off, shorts and boxers pulled down to our ankles. We step out of them. Totally naked, Gary seems fitter than ever. He's got a great body, not quite as athletic as Luke, but a lot more built than skinny-rabbit runners like me and Shelby. His cock is a fraction larger than Shelby's, but nowhere near Luke's monster, his large, hairless balls hanging below, a few short dark pubes growing above. We wrap our arms around each other and kiss. It's totally different from kissing Luke or Shelby; not as gentle and sensuous, much more `animal'. He pulls away and starts licking me, working his way down my chest, taking time on each nipple, moving down to my tummy button, sinking down onto his knees and plunging down on my cock, his hot mouth completely enveloping it, his tongue working overtime, his fingers caressing my balls. After half a minute he lets me go. "Turn round!" he orders. I do as he says, bending forwards, feet wide apart. His tongue slashes at my pucker, licking it, teasing it, pushing its way right inside me, tingling sensations flooding through my body. He withdraws his tongue and gets to his feet. "Beautiful bum!" he whispers, "just like Silvio's! Can I fuck you?" I hesitate; this is going way further than I intended. "Please, Ryan!" he pleads. It's useless; I'm on a runaway train that I just don't know how to stop. "I haven't got any lube," I reply lamely. He crouches down and produces a small tube from the pocket of his shorts. That's my excuse dealt with. There's no way out now, not that I really want one. "Okay, but I want to suck you first!" I tell him. I get down on my knees and front of him and take his rampant cock into my mouth, sucking it, licking it, my tongue working all over it. I let it go and smear it with KY. I stand up and look around. There's a tree very close to us with a branch jutting out just above ground level. I bend over and rest my hands on it. Gary's fingers work the cold lube into my bum then slowly withdraw. He moves in behind me. With one determined thrust he's given me the whole thing. It feels awesome. He quickly gets into fucking me, pulling right back then slamming it in again, his firm, fit body smacking hard against my bum. He reaches down, his fingers gently taking hold of my throbbing cock. Marcus told me that Gary fucks him stupid; that's what he's doing to me. There's no way I'm going to last long if he keeps this up; I'm guessing that he won't either. In less than a minute my whole body's shaking, my bum tightening round his cock like I was trying to squeeze it dry. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" I moan. "Oh! Ohh!! Ohhh!!! Nnnnggggg!!!!" It's ages since I saw myself cum. My cock jerks wildly in Gary's hand, the spunk spurting out in thick cummy ropes, shooting the length of my body and splashing onto the bushes. Gary's going completely apeshit. "Oh!! Oh Yeah!! Fuck!! Oh!! Ohh!!! Aaarrrggghhh!!!!" His cock plunges right into me; his hands gripping me round the thighs. His cock swells and jerks as he ejaculates deep inside my bum. That was wild, totally different from the way Shelby fucks me. After a few seconds he smoothly withdraws. I fart involuntarily and feel his warm, sticky cum running down my legs. I slowly stand upright. "Wow, Ryan! That was awesome!" he whispers, still breathing hard. "Thanks, man! I really needed that!" "Cool!" I whisper back. "That was awesome! Marcus told me you do it really hard!" I squat down and allow the rest of his cum to run out. He's cum loads! I wipe myself with a couple of dock leaves. I haven't got any cotton wool so I guess I'll mess my boxers again, but I've got rid of most of it so it shouldn't be too bad. Now this really will have to stay as our secret. Not that I didn't enjoy it; I loved it! But it was sex for fun; I don't have feelings for Gary the way I do for Luke and Shelby. We dress quickly and stroll back to school.