Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2009 14:00:15 -0500 From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Sandra - Runaway Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2009 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Runaway By Wolf It started when Joel got in touch with a man, named William, serving time in prison for having sex with a minor and serving time in a minimum security prison. They had met in a chat-room. Joel was fascinated with the man. He was just the kind of man he wanted to live with. Joel came from a very conservative family. They were members of the Latter Day Saints. They were wealthy and his parents had seven children that were brought up to accept the tenants of the church. For a religion that had practiced polygamy until they wanted Utah to become a State in the Union, they formally are opposed to any sexual activity that can not result in reproduction. Any people that are caught or confess to any gay activity are excommunicated from the church. That made Joel's life a living hell. He knew he was gay at an early age but could not tell his family because he knew he would be disowned or be whisked away to a retreat where they would attempt to reprogram his sexual preference. He had no desire to endure the brainwashing he had heard about or endure the disapproval of his family. At the age of 12 he knew he was gay, and had no desire to change. He was masturbating as many a half dozen times a day while fantasizing about having sex with burley old men. He wanted to be their sex toy. He would pull on his dick while fantasizing about some brute of a man was stuffing his large cock up his ass. He pictured himself sucking on their big cocks. He found out there were gay chat-rooms on the computer where he could talk to men about his desires. He was spending a lot of time on his computer chatting with a man, until he found out the man in jail was being released from jail and the man was planning to move to another State and change his identity so that he would not have to register as a pervert, Joel came up with the idea that he would run away from home and join the man as his son. The prisoner was supposed to have only limited use of computers, and supervised at all times, but he had managed to get unsecured assess, and the guard that was supposed to keep an eye on him was not that computer literate. He defiantly was not intelligent as the prisoner. It was arranged in code for them to meet in the State he was heading for. That way he could not be charge with transporting a minor across State lines for immoral purposes that would carry federal jurisdiction. At the appointed time Joel had squirreled away enough money to make himself disappear. As a 12-year old he was able to travel without adult supervision. He left a note for his parents explain that he was gay and didn't feel guilty fort his way of life. He also pulled the hard drive from his computer and replaced it with a new one. He saw to it that his hard drive was destroyed in a furnace. He bought a bus ticket to get across the nearest Stateline. He changed modes of transportation so that it would be impossible to trace his route. If anyone were going to look for him they would of course look as the routes of all public transportation out of town and follow their routes. By changing directions and modes of travel he was sure to vanish quickly enough. He even changed his appearance between changes in directions. When he arrived at the prearranged meeting place he was sure he had covered his trail. When he was standing in front of the Mann's Chinese Movie Theater waiting for the man of his dreams he was both excited about meeting him and afraid that he would not show up. He found the foot prints of Shirley Temple in the concrete in front of the theater, and stood their marveling at the fact that Susan Hayworth's size 4 shoes prints was smaller than Shirley Temples feet as a child. With the passing of every man he looked into their eyes looking for that spark of recognition. He was growing more disheartened as the appointed time came and passed. He had not thought about what he would do if the man did not show up. He knew he could not go home. The young teenagers on the street were so foreign to him they were filthy and unshaven, hair long a scruffy. He was wondering where he would sleep that night. He was starting to sweat and about to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned around to face the person holding his shoulder he saw the old man. He was about fifty years old. His wavy white hair was neatly combed. He was about six feet tall and a little chubby. His chubby cheeks made his blue eyes sparkle. There was no doubt, who he was. They hugged and started crying because of their relief at having found each other. They walked to a nearby parking lot and he paid the parking fee as they headed for the freeway. They were talking non-stop as they drove towards the Hollywood freeway and headed north. They followed a couple of freeways towards Palmdale. They took the Pearblossom Hwy before he pulled off onto a road that led then right through the San Andres Fault on the north side of the San Gabriel Mountains. The fault created a little range on the north side of the road they were driving on. They came to an old house off the road that was hard to even see from the road. The place was so remote there was a well drilled for water and there was s large propane tank behind it for heating and cooking. This was a big change from the life of a privileged child. The cabin had only one bedroom and the full sized bed that looked like it was on its last legs and the sheets were rumbled and obviously had not been washed in days. William had told Joel that he could call him Bill or Dad if he liked. He showed him around. He had never actually seen an outhouse before. At least the thing had a clean toilet seat, but the smell was repulsive to him. It was a two-hole outhouse. That would allow both of them to take a dump at the same time. When they Bill had shown him everything they returned to the cabin. Bill told Joel that he wanted to see what he looked like, "Take off your clothes and let's have a look at you honey." Joel was a little shy about undressing in front of a man he had only chatted with before. Bill was unbuttoning his own shirt and exposing a pot belly and hairy torso. He opted to help Joel to get undressed a little faster. They took off his shirt and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He had the youth sit in a wooden chair long enough to remove his shoes and socks. Bill unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his Dockers and pulled him to his feet to pull the pants down. Joel already had a boner making his jockey-shorts tent out in front of his slender hips. Bill put his big fingers in the waistband of the "Haines" underwear, he pulled the sides down and the elastic stretched as it pulled his boner down. When the elastic slipped past the boner the dick sprang back up and bounced up and down. The boy's dick was circumcised and no bigger around than a raw hot dog winner, but it was every bit as long as one. Bill could not resist touching it and playing with it. He was manipulating it with one hand while pulling down the underwear with the others. When he had the boy naked he placed his hands on the boy's butt and took his dick into his mouth. He was like a starving man the way he devoured the boy's sweet little boner and dough his strong fingers into the valley of the boy's butt. Joel was in heaven and could not believe the way the man was wiping his asshole with his finger. He had never had his cock sucked by a man before and it was thrilling. It did not take long for him to feel his cock start to throb and he tried to warn the man that he was going to cum, but the man just kept sucking and even stuck a finger into his asshole before he squirted cum into the man's mouth. Bill sucked the boy dry before he released him and continued removing his own clothes. He took off his own shoes and socks before he peeled off his jeans and underwear. His boxer shorts were not all that clean. There was a yellowish stain on the front of his shorts, that was a mix of cum and piss. The back of the shorts had a brown streak that was obviously shit stains. He smelled of sweat. You would think that a youth that had come from a life of privilege would be repulsed by this rude and rough man. Joel was not disappointed by the man. He found the fat, smelly, and hairy man very erotic. The man had enough dark body hair to make him look like a bear. Bill took Joel into his arms and kissed him on the mouth. His breath smelled of the foul odor of cigarettes. His tongue was large and rough as he swabbed the inside of Joel's mouth. Bill found out just how sensitive Joel's nipples were by sucking on them. While he continued kissing the boy he keeps manipulating his boner until it actually becomes painful to Joel and he begs Bill to stop playing with his dick. Bill did stop playing with his dick with his hand, but he took the boy's dick in his mouth and sucked him until Joel came in his mouth. In response Bill grabs him by the back of his neck and pulled his head down to his crotch. The sweaty smelly crotch assails his nose but it thrills him as the man's big fat uncut cock is forced into his mouth. As his lips force back the foreskin he tasted the nasty head cheese. He was forced to swallow the scum before he started sucking on the man's cock. There was gentle about the way the man fucked the boy's mouth. He drove the boy's head down hard until his little nose was smashed against his pubic bone and his fat cock was actually down the boy's throat. Joel had to open his mouth as far as he could to be able to breathe through his nose. When Bill started to cum it chocked Joel and he was coughing while the cock was still in his mouth. When Bill let Joel up, he sat him on his lap and continued fingering his ass. They lay on that filthy bed and the man ran his big paws all over the boy's body. Bill not only rubbed his arms and legs he sought out every nook and cranny of the boy's body. He took great pains to run his finger between the creases of his legs without touching his little scrotum and dick until the boy was begging him to play with his dick. When Bill did touch his dick the boy squirted cum on his hand the minute his fingers touched it. When Bill was ready he rolled Joel onto his back and reached for a jar of Vaseline to grease up the youth's ass and his cock. Joel had never been fucked before, the pain was unbelievable. He was begging, "Daddy please pull it out it hurts too much. Please...Please...Please! Bill was not listening he rammed his cock into the boy's asshole and drilled him until he squirted his second load of cum in the boy's ass. When he rolled off and went to the fridge to get s beer, Joel lay there crying and reached back and felt his asshole. The hole was gapping open and it hurt if he tried to pucker his asshole closed. There was cum dripping out of his ass and onto the dirty sheets. It took Joel several days and may more fuckings before he started actually enjoying being fucked. He was enjoying being able to run around the wilderness naked all of the time. Joel would spend his days hiking up and down the wilderness trail totally naked. He didn't care if he ran into hikers during the week because there were very few hikers during the week. At most he sometimes would meet forest rangers. They got to know him and even enjoyed a blowjob from him. The rangers were cleaner that Bill but hiking the trails on warm days would cause them to work up a sweat that would make their crotch very aromatic. If the rangers wanted he would bend over and let them fuck his asshole. This would take place while Bill was at work. During the week Bill would drive to Palmdale to work in a warehouse that didn't care about his references and paid him off the books. He made a few friends with men like himself that lived in the area. They were very interested in meeting his adopted son. On weekends he allowed a few of them to come by as long as they brought food and beer. By that time Joel's hair had grown down to his shoulders. The men would feel him up while the consumed beer. Joel would have cocks stuffed into his mouth and his ass all weekend. The men were old and smelly, but he loved it. The nastier they were the more he like it. He was being fucked in the ass while another man would be fucking his mouth. Other men would be waiting their turn while Joel jacked-them off. It was a turn on to have men with scruffy beards sucking his cock. The stubbly beards would poke his tender flesh. If his parents were to see him now, they would not recognize him. His hair looked like a girls, his body was golden brown, and his feet were calloused from running the trails barefooted. When company was coming Joel would bath, and get dressed like a girl. He would fix up his hair with waves or pull it back into a ponytail with bangs. He would put on makeup very carefully so that it would look right, not like a caricature of a drag-queen making a comical attempt to look like a woman. Then he would put on sexy delicate underwear and preferred nylons with built in spandex garters with delicate designs. He preferred high heeled pumps. Depending on Bill's preference he would put on dresses that made him look like a school girl or a little tramp. When company arrived he would be introduced as Jolene. While he was playing the dutiful daughter he would serve the guests beer and light their cigars and cigarettes for them. While he was doing that he would feel rough hands running up his legs and they would stuff his underwear into his asshole. He would be passed around from lap to lap and be kissed on the mouth while having his chest felt up. They would avoid touching his dick. For Joel it would be delicious torture. They would prevent him from touching his clit as they called it. They would tell him that good little girls did play with themselves. They would get a charge out of having Joel suck their cocks while fully dressed as a girl. More often than not they would flip his skirts over his back and pulling down the back of his panties so that could fuck his asshole. Eventually they would undress him and have him parade around in his nylons and heels. His boner would be bounce around as he was strutted his stuff. By that time Joel was so horny that he would practically be begging someone to play with him. These horny old perverts would eventually take turns sucking his cock until Joel could not produce anymore cum. The only problem with being a boy slut is that eventually they grow up. Their body hair grows thicker, their body grows thicker, and their face changes from the cherubic innocence to a square jawed masculine look. In Joel's case he started looking more like Bill than the sweet boy he had been. Be became a beer drinking roughneck like Bill. The two of them started looking for a boy to adopt. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com