Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 07:33:44 -0500
From: Lonnie Ford <ford_lonnie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Erik the Runaway

Disclaimer:
The following writing is a work of fiction, from the mind of
me.  This will be my fourth story I have posted at
Nifty and I would like to take time to thank those who
have written and let me know they like my work.  Also I
would like to thank the fine folks at Nifty for
posting my work.  Anyway the following contains scenes of
consensual sex between a grown man and a teenager.  If you
should not be reading such material blah blah blah blah.  I
have to make it look good don't I.  Hope you enjoy my
writing.

Also check out in the incest section "My Steven"
And in the beginnings section "Jeff" and "Helping Jason"


                      Erik the Runaway


Let me start out by telling you something about me.  I am
pretty well off, thanks in part to a nice inheritance and
the numbers hitting right while playing the lottery.  I am
your basic boy next-door type; I have shoulder length brown
hair, and grey eyes.  I keep my face shaved except for a
moustache, I feel naked without it.  I am into witchcraft,
am empathic, and read tarot cards.  Anyway on with the
story.

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Last fall while I was out walking down by the river, I love
to go walking near the water it seems to recharge my
batteries.   I was walking along reciting a spell I had
learned from a guy I used to work with, the spell is to ease
one's mind and strengthen one's powers.  I noticed an old
building that I had not noticed before, but I often go along
with blinders on also.  As I got closer to the building,
something told me I had to walk up to it, more like I was
drawn to it.  When I approached the door I could hear sounds
from inside, sort of sounded like someone crying.  I walked
up to the door, which was slightly ajar, and peered inside.
There in the front corner of this, for the lack of a better
word, shack I was shocked to see a young boy inside huddled
in the corner.  I entered just enough to get a better look.
There was nothing inside, the windows were long gone, the
tin roof had holes rusted through, and the floor was
basically dirt.

"What's wrong?" I asked the boy.

He looked my way and his eyes were puffy and red like he had
been crying for a long time.  Tears streaking down his face
and, being empathic, I could tell there was a terrible
amount of pain inside the lad.  Finally he spoke, "Is this
your place, I can leave if it is."

"No, it's not. Uh.I just heard you in here and I came to see
if I could help."

"Thanks, I don't think anyone could help me now."  He
sobbed.

I could tell that the boy was in bad need of a bath, maybe a
haircut, but most of all a friend or someone to talk to at
that point.  I finally talked the lad into coming out and
walking back to my place with me.  {Writers note: yea I know
what you're thinking}  I offered the boy a soda, and some
chips after he washed his hands.  We sat on the deck to
talk, and I got a few answers out of him.  The way he talked
I could tell that he was intelligent, but something had to
have happened to make this boy sad.

"Where are you from Erik, shouldn't we call your folks?"
What I really wanted to do was call the police on his folks
for letting this child get in this shape.  His clothes were
dirty and torn; his shoes saw their better days ten years
ago it seemed.  His hair was past his shoulders and matted
and looked like it hadn't been washed in months.  Then when
I asked about his folks he got this wild look in his eyez
and I knew something was awry.

"No, please don't he will hurt me again."  He half screamed
and started shaking.

"Who will hurt you, Erik tell me what's wrong?"  I begged.
He went on to tell me that his parents had died two years
ago, and he was sent to live with an uncle.  From what he
was telling me the uncle molested him, almost on a daily
basis, didn't feed him unless he did what his uncle said,
and kept him locked in a closet.  The more he said the
madder I got, "how could someone do that to a child?" I
thought.  How he came to be at the river in the shack was he
found the opportunity and ran away.  After I promised him I
would not call or take him back there he finally told me
where he lived.  I knew later I would find a way to have
some fun with that information.

"Tell ya what Erik, how about we go inside and you get a
good warm bath.  I could probably find something for you to
wear."  After running him a bath I showed him to the
bathroom and got him a towel and washcloth.   He really
didn't want to disrobe in front of me but I wanted to make
sure his hair got good attention, and wanted to check for
bugs.  When Erik took off his shirt, there was a large
bruise in the middle of his back, I didn't ask what it was
from, but it was more ammo to use against the uncle.  I
found a t-shirt and pair of boxers left here by my nephew
last time he visited, so I put them in the bathroom.  After
finishing with his head I let him finish his bath by himself
and I went back to the deck and had a beer.

I sat there wondering how far I wanted to take the spell
that I would cast later tonight on that son-of-a-bitch of
his.  Here is Erik only 13 years old and this man has been
forcing himself on him.  Being a boy lover myself, I could
not see how any man could do that.  Erik's body had zero
baby fat left; his pecks were beginning to form nicely, and
just enough hair was sprouting to make it noticeable.  His
cut boy cock had already started growing it looked to be at
least 4 inches soft.  In my mind he was the perfect little
boy in every way.  I knew later on that night I would have
to jack-off thinking about how sweet that reward would be.

Coming back onto the deck after his bath, "Was it alright
that I got another soda?"

"Of course, and you don't have to ask."

"I'm sorry I. um. don't want to make you mad."

"I am very hard to make mad to most people.  Your uncle on
the other hand I would love to get my hands on him and.."

"Thanks can we not talk about him anymore?  I have some
questions for you now, is that alright?"

"Sure ask away."  Never in my wildest dreams was I ready for
the questions I was about to be asked.

"Do you drink liquor?  If so you may want to have a few
belts first, cause I. well just bring the bottle."

After retrieving the bourbon and some coke.  "Well I'm not a
dumb little kid, and while looking through you living room,
I noticed a few pictures of men but none of women. basically
are you gay?"

I almost choked on the drink, "yea I am, is that a
problem?"

"No, not for me."  He then took a deep breath, "Next, I was
wondering if you were serious about not calling the cops on
me?  I also know if you keep me here and the cops' find out
you could be in a lot of trouble.  Do you have a good lawyer
that could maybe help?"

"Damn you are a smart kid, and yes I have a good lawyer and
he is very discreet.  As far as the cops go, how about we
let my lawyer take care of that part?"

"Okay, really that is all I have for now.  And I would like
to say thank you for your help."  Saying that tears began to
well in his eyez again.  I pulled Erik close to me and held
him.

After a dinner of pizza we settled down again on the deck to
take in the night air and relax.  We didn't talk about much
just sat on the decking and with feet hanging.  The more we
sat there the more I wanted to hold this boy, the more I
wanted to taste him, and the more smitten I became with Erik
the runaway.

After getting him settled in on the couch, I sat in the
recliner and watched him sleep.  His even breath moving his
tiny chest up and down and I started to wonder how it would
be to make love to him.

{Daydream sequence}
"Erik, is everything alright, I heard you scream?"
"Just a bad dream, I'm alright."
"Do you need some company?"
"Would you lay here with me for a while?"
"Sure bud."
As I lay down with this tiny Angel, I could feel the warmth
of his body as he curled up with his back next to my
stomach.  I could feel his heart beating and the evenness of
his breath.  The longer I lay there, the more I wanted to
touch him.  I hugged him closer to me and he wrapped his
right arm around mine and hugged back.  He then moved as
close to me as he could get and I was lost in the presence
of him.  My balls started to tingle and I knew I would have
to move or my own cock would give me away.  I tried to scoot
back just a bit, but the more I moved back the more he moved
back.  His tiny firm ass was rubbing against my dick and I
knew I could not take that for long.  Suddenly he flipped
over on his back and turned his head so we were eye to eye.
"Would you rub my tummy for me, it kind of hurts."
I moved my hand down his torso gently rubbing across his
nipples and started rubbing his abdomen.  I could feel the
first traces of hair near his belly button and started to
get more aroused.  Slowly I rubbed his tummy for him.
"Could you move down some more?"   I moved my hand nearer to
his boy cock, but did not go all the way, "That's better."
He said as he let out a low moan.
I continued to rub gently and brush across his pubes and my
dick was aching for some attention.  Erik reached down to
push his boxers down and started to move his hips.  I
thought this could not be happening.  The next thing I knew
he placed his hand on mine and moved it to his hard boy
meat, 13 years old and nearly 6 inches.  I quickly moved my
hand away, because I didn't want to push, but then again he
is the one who moved my hand there.  Once again he moved my
hand to his cock.  This time I kept my hand there and
started to slowly rub his member.  Erik moved his hips up
and down and moaned again.  He them moved his hand to find
my manhood straining against the fabric of my boxers.
Pulling it out he wrapped his hand around my 8 inches and
slowly began to stroke it.  Erick then turned his head back
around to me and gently kissed me on the lips.  His tongue
brushed across my lips and I opened my mouth to let the tiny
hot invader in.
I broke the kiss, "Erik are you sure?"  Was all I said.
He kissed me again, this time with more force and passion.
I then wrapped my hand around his cock and started to stroke
his boy dick slowly.  I broke the kiss and moved to his neck
and kissed around his neck this turned into gentle nibbles
and elicited another moan from his mouth.  I moved down
slowly, kissing my way, to his nipples and gently kissed and
bit them.  By this time he was beginning to breath a little
unevenly.  My tongue traced its way to his navel and I
cleaned it good with my mouth and tongue.  Then I got to his
wonderful slender meat and engulfed it till my nose was
nestled in his pubes.  His scent was electric, and the taste
of his pre cum was like nectar of the gods.  I gently and
slowly slid up and down his rod.  I then moved to his hot
ball sac and took them into my mouth to suck on them.  I
moved slowly to his hot young ass and quickly found the
prize.  I stuck my tongue inside him and tasted his body and
was then in heaven.  I had wanted Erik since I first found
him at the river in the old shack.  After tongue fucking him
for a few minutes he said that he would not last long if
kept that up so I went back to his wonderful dick.  I was
rewarded with more pre cum and I started sucking him in
earnest.  Going all the way down and back up, on my upward
strokes I licked the head of his cock, and then back down to
the base.  His breath was ragged by this time and his balls
were drawing nearer to his body and all I wanted was him to
cum in my mouth. Erik's hips were moving up to meet my mouth
and he was moaning loudly.  I stopped long enough to move
again to his boy pussy and lick again.
"I'm ready to fucking cum."  He said.
"I moved quickly back to his rod and lick the head again.
Just as I was going down the first shot of several hit the
back of my throat.  This was followed quickly by another, I
lost count after six.  Each shot sweeter than the last, I
held his boy cum on my tongue to savor the flavor of his
essence.  I continued sucking till he was dry.  Then I got
up in the bed and started jacking off over his tiny body.
Erick rose up in bed and stuck his mouth to the head of my
throbbing meat and licked the pre cum from the slit.  He put
the head into his mouth and I continued stroking the shaft.
I told him I was gonna cum and he licked the head again and
went farther down on the shaft.  As he done that I shot my
wad, there was so much cum shooting out that he could not
swallow it fast enough and it started dripping out the
corners of his mouth.  After I stopped spurting I bent down
and licked my remaining cum from his lips all the way to his
neck.  The kiss we then shared was full of electricity and
passion.

Watching him sleep and dreaming about how good it would be
to make love to him, I shot my load in my boxers just as he
opened his eyez and looked at me cumming.


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