Date: Fri, 04 May 2007 07:18:32 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: Life just isn't fair chapter 12 Feedback is more than welcome. Please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter 'Life Just Isn't Fair' or simply 'Life' somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking its spam. Flames will be ignored. DISCLAIMER. 1. If you are under the legal age to read this, you shouldn't do it. But then again I'm not your parents or guardian so I can't tell you what to do. 2. If reading this is illegal where you live, that just sucks big time. Either move or vote for someone to change the laws. 3. If a story about an underage teenage boy getting involved in gay sex with boys his own age, slightly older, or with men, makes you feel uncomfortable about your own sexuality then what the hell are you doing reading stories on a gay web site?? Leave you fool and go to www.disneychannel.com where I'm sure you will find some cuddly fluffy bunnies or something. Mind you, you could always jerk off over the Sprouse brothers from the Suite Life of Zak and Cody while you're there like I do! Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair "Fuck it I've had enough of waiting for him to come home!" I heard Mr H's voice shout. I cringed behind the hedge as I saw Mr H storm into his car, followed by Kev, and speed off down the drive, followed by the police car. Well that sorts out that situation, I thought. They obviously don't want me either. I ran up to the door and let myself in. I stuffed a few clothes into a rucksack and grabbed the money I had left on the desk top. I wandered back down to the kitchen and nearly left without a thought. Conscience got the better of me and I scribbled a quick note to the two men telling them I was alright and that I was leaving, not to worry and that I'd be okay. All the confidence of a thirteen year old had come back to me and I thought I could conquer the world again, especially as I had my Bobby coming with me. On the way to the park, I passed the local Tesco, and decided to stop in and get some rations. I picked up a couple of packs of sandwiches, crisps and some fruit. Hey you've gotta get your five a day haven't you! The lady on the checkout gave me a funny look as I put my shopping through and asked for fifty pounds cash back, but I blagged her and got out of the store. I ran to the park and sat down at the bus stop. I looked at the time table and saw that the next bus to London was the number 32, which was due in about twenty minutes. I settled in and opened a pack of the sandwiches and ate it, while I was waiting for Bobby and the bus out of here. Chapter Twelve. A Capital Journey. After ten minutes I was starting to get nervous. Bobby still hadn't turned up and I felt a gnawing sensation in my stomach. Had he been caught at home? Had he had second thoughts about running away with me? Had he been bullshitting me again? I grabbed an apple from my bag and took a large bite out of it. "What the fuck are you doing?" a voice said from behind me, scaring the crap out of me. I turned and saw Mike, getting off his bike, his face like thunder. I got up and started towards him to give him a hug of greeting, but he pulled back, before slapping me open handed around the face. "FUCK!" I shouted and clasped my stinging cheek. "Whaddya do that for?" "Do you know how many people are looking for you at the mo?" He followed up with a punch to my ribs. "No, but stop fucking hitting me will ya!" I tried to defend myself and fend off another blow. What the fuck has got into him? He grabbed me and wrestled me onto the ground. "Now listen here you fucking shithead, I'm not gonna let you go until you tell me what's going on." Mike said as he manoeuvred me so he was sat on top of my chest. "You go missing, stay out all night and don't call Mr H. He's going fucking bananas!" "Yeah I heard him earlier!" I retorted with fury. "I won't wait any longer for that fucking kid!" I imitated. "He doesn't want me after I tried to get into Kev's pants, and no-one else wants me around here either!" Mike sat back on his heels, trying to take this in. "I spent the night getting my ass fucked over and over by a bunch of guys, and one wants him and Jay to rape me over and over before they beat me for biting Jay's cock!" I spilled my guts to Mike and tears leaked from my eyes. "Who? What?hat do you mean you got fucked last night?" he asked. I started to briefly explain what happened when I got into Mr Gardiner's car. Suddenly Mike was off my chest as a blur of a figure tackled him. BOBBY! Bobby had come after all! The older boy pinned my best friend to the ground and raised a hand ready to hit him. "NO!" I shouted at Bobby, who looked at me. "He was worried about me, that's all." Bobby got off Mike and helped him up. "Andy, tell me what the fuck is going on here!" Mike said, looking back and forth from Bobby and me, seeing both our bags. "We're going away Mike," I replied. "Bobby was forced into doing what he did. He loves me and I love him and we want to be together, but we can't around here." "I dunno Andy," Mike started. "Look Mike," Bobby interrupted. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but please believe me when I tell you that I'm in love with Andy. What I did before was to try to protect him from my Dad and Jay's Dad. It didn't work, but I got him out of there, and Andy wants me to go with him." Bobby looked at me, and stroked my face. "I'll go wherever Andy wants me to go, and I'll do everything I can to protect him from any harm." I drew Bobby into a hug and kissed him deep and hard, exchanging tongues. I heard Mike sigh. I pulled my lips off Bobby's and looked at Mike. "Please Mike, let me go with Bobby and don't tell anyone." "You know that you've got Mr H wrong don't you." Mike said. "He's been frantic, looking for you to make sure you're okay!" I saw Bobby look over my shoulder as a big red vehicle turned onto our road. "Bus is here Andy," he said. "If we're gonna go, it's gotta be now." I looked at Bobby, at the bus, and then at Mike. I broke away from Bobby and pulled Mike into a hug. "If you love me mate, you'll let me go without telling anyone," I whispered to Mike. "It will be better for Bobby infinatessamilly," using one of our stupid made up words. Mike giggled at the word, before turning serious again. He grabbed me hard into the embrace. He pulled away and put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his mobile phone. "If you get in trouble or need anything, ring me on this. It's a contract phone and I'll keep the payments going so you don't need to worry about the money." Mike said pushing it into my hand. He went for his wallet and pulled out all the notes he had, which looked to be about forty pounds. "It's not a lot Andy, but it will help you." I cried a little as he forced me to take his money and he gave me another big hug. The bus pulled up at the stop, and Bobby started to get on. I gave Mike a kiss on the cheek and turned to get on the bus. "Call me when you get to London to let me know you're safe Andy" Mike begged. "I will." I paid for both Bobby and my tickets and we settled in seats towards the back. The bus pulled off and I looked out the window to see tears running down Mike's face as he raised a hand in farewell. I waved back and when the bus turned the corner, taking Mike from my view, I turned into Bobby's body and sobbed. He drew his arms around me and I cried myself to sleep. I awoke with a start, to find Bobby's arm still around me, holding me and keeping me safe. I looked up at his face to see him looking down at me, a funny look in his eyes. I found out later it's called love, something I'd never seen before. "How long was I out?" I asked. He checked his watch and replied, "About an hour and a half." I tried to stretch but was still being held by Bobby. He released me and I worked out a knot in my back. "Did you eat?" I asked. "Huh?" "I got you some food, it's in my bag." I told him. I rummaged in my bag and handed him the pack of sandwiches and a drink, which he wolfed down in no time flat. I looked around and saw a sign showing we were about forty miles out of London. I cast an eye around the other passengers. There was a family of five seated nearby on the left in front of us. Two parents and three boys, the youngest of which, who must have been about five, was obviously grumpy about travelling and was giving his Mom a hard time. The other seats nearby were empty apart from one which had a guy who looked to be in his twenties. Again, please remember I'm rubbish with guessing older guys ages so he may have been older! He had a combat style shirt on, and jeans. His bag had an army logo on it. He kept looking at Bobby and me when he thought no-one was looking. I caught his eye once and he flushed and looked away. Weird! I settled back down snuggling into Bobby, who responded by wrapping me in his arm again. The motion of the bus made me dozy again and I drifted back off. I needed the loo so I extracted myself from Bobby's grasp and went and did my business in the cramped loo towards the back of the bus. As I came out I felt strong arms grab me and I found myself on the back seat of the bus with the army guy. He had taken off his top and his muscles rippled as he pulled my t-shirt off. I tried to say something but he held his hand over my mouth while he rubbed his other hand over my crotch. I glanced down the aisle and saw Bobby asleep, curled up in our seat. The hand on my crotch got rougher and I felt my cock begin to swell under the massage. I looked into his eyes and he leered at me, moving his face towards me. "Don't make a fucking sound and you'll be fine!" he whispered in my ear. He moved his hand off me and I saw a flash of metal by his side. That looked like a big fucking knife. I lay prone, relived that I'd been to the toilet already otherwise I may just have emptied my bladder there and then. He grabbed at my jeans buttons and undid them, pulling them down along with my boxers. He grasped my cock, which despite the situation was responding to his manipulations of me. I groaned as he slowly jerked me and pulled on my ball sack. He undid his own jeans and pulled out a fat thick cock. He spat on his hand and wiped it on his cock. I knew what was coming next as he lifted my legs up and over my head. I felt his cock head push against my pucker. Man this guy hadn't even tried to lube me or get me ready. This is gonna hurt me. He pushed in and I felt pain. I yelled out as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear me and come up to get the guy off me. No-one did, and the guy just kept pushing into me until I felt him bottom out. He withdrew all the way, before launching himself back into me. "Fuck you're killing me!" I yelled. "Help me please anyone!" Still no-one did anything as this beef of a man took me. I suddenly felt him hit my prostate inside me, and I saw stars. "Oh God, please stop," I gasped out, moaing and riding against him despite myself. The man just chuckled and kept on thrusting into me. I didn't want him to take me, while my Bobby was just a few seats down. I wanted Bobby and only Bobby. I tried to move under him but was held firm. I started to struggle, despite the threat of the knife and suddenly felt him spasm. I bucked against him and felt my own sperm rise up and spurt forth. I struggled weakly against him. "What's wrong Andy?" I heard Bobby say and he shook me gently. I spasmed in his arms and felt myself empty a load into the front of my shorts. Several people had turned to look at us, including the army man, who was still sat a few seats away from us. Shame swept through me as I realised I'd dreamt the whole thing, and not only that, it had ended up as a wet dream. "I'm okay," I said huskily, "just a bad dream." What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I dreaming about being raped? Bobby didn't push me, but I know he saw the damp patch spreading at the front of my jeans. He pulled out a hankie and handed it to me. "Go to the loo and clean up. If you stay like this, the patch will get worse and people will notice," he whispered. Flushing in embarrassment that he knew what had happened, I took the hankie and made my way to the loo. I stepped into the cramped closet and shut the door behind me. I pulled down my jeans and looked down the front of my shorts. Man do I shoot a good a load. I was a sticky mess! I mopped myself up with toilet paper, before thinking about Bobby's hankie. I made sure I wiped a good portion of my spunk onto it, before finishing off the cleaning with loo paper. I pulled up my jeans, rubbing the small wet patch with tissue in an effort to dry it off before flushing and opening the door. I was greeted with the sight of the eldest boy from the family. He must have been slightly older than me. He sniggered as I tried to pass him. "Have a good dream for your boyfriend fag boy?" he sneered. I looked at him, and in a sudden move, placed my hand on the front of his shorts. With my other hand I pulled him into the toilet. I massaged the front of his shorts, feeling his cock grow immediately. I locked my lips onto his and pulled his shorts down. I lowered myself and took his hardon into my mouth. I worked on him for a few moments and felt him respond, and begin to thrust into my mouth. I used my tongue to tease him and cupped his balls and massaged just behind to his hole. As I felt him begin to rise to near his orgasm, I pulled off him and whispered, "You will never have the pleasure of anyone like Bobby or me take care of you like a boy should be taken care of!" I got up and left him, stunned and panting. I looked back over my shoulder to see him grab his cock and finish himself off, slumping backwards when he shot. I slipped back next to Bobby, content that I certainly could handle myself against people the same size as me. Bobby kissed the top of my head and I felt everything was fine again in the world. I looked over and saw the father of the family watching us. I was little concerned when his son come back from the toilet and settle next to him, but then saw the man give me a sly wink and a thumbs up. I relaxed back into Bobby and we snoozed while we finished the long journey to our nation's capital city. London, the City of dreams, golden pavements and of wealth and opportunity! Coming Soon Chapter 13 Our First Night In London. So herein ends another chapter in Andy's life as he and Bobby make it to Old London Town. What awaits them there I wonder? We now move into new territory as all we knew beforehand Andy was awaiting the bus. We are now in the land of chance where anything and everything could happen to our hapless, or is it hopeless, young hero! %%% Quick flash poll. %%% I'm worried that by making sure I get chapters out regularly, I may be making them too short. What would you, the readers, prefer? Longer chapters but less regular, or for me to keep going as I am? Email me at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk