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The author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster into a new roster comprised old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.

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As in the pass, regarding most of my stories, all conceivable disclaimers apply. I am almost done moving my Larkin stories to my new pen name, “Chance” In the process of moving these stories it has given me the opportunity to delete, edit more carefully, or re-write, hopefully making them better.

If you've already read it, thank you. If not, this story was first published 1½ ago, under the title “Running Boys”

Neglect

by Chance

When I saw Richard at school, I asked him. "Who was that kid?  Remember you left us together the other day?" 

Richard's face twisted with disapproval.  "He's a jerk.."

"What's his name?"

Looking annoyed, the boy said, "I don't know."

"Where does he live?  Does he go to our school?"

"I don't know, I told you, he's a jerk!"

He gave me a puzzled and irritated look.

Before he walked away he said, "Trevor, If I knew, I'd tell you!"

The Other Kid

I'd never seen him before that afternoon. I didn't know his name or where he lived and now, I wanted to find him. I was being prodded by something down deep in my belly. It was a strange and urgent feeling. I had to be with him again and I didn't understand why.

When I met him, he was with Richard, the boy I knew from school. Richard suddenly had to go home leaving us awkwardly alone together. He was a strange boy. He was probably close to my age of 10 or 11. This boy had untended skinned knees, dark brown eyes and light brown hair. He gazed oddly into my face and was possessed by a strange energy.

He said, "Come on!"

I followed him up the hill into a wooded thicket. We climbed into the underbrush concealing ourselves. He got up on his knees and looked this way and that to see if anyone had seen us. When he was satisfied that we had secreted ourselves, he got down and up close to me. What began to unfold was unspoken, unfamiliar, wordless and intensely intimate. Like a treasured pet he slipped his hand under my shirt and rubbed my belly. His body was up against mine and it was warm and comforting. He reached down into my pants and encircled my penis and scrotum with his hand.

I might have recoiled, drawing myself up in defense but for some reason, I didn't. If I had reason to be afraid it didn't occur to me. He was just a kid like me except that he possessed a strange mischief that fascinated and compelled me to willingly become part of his secret conspiracy. I wasn't sure if I liked him but there was something about him that put me completely at ease. Looking into my face he was squeezing and tugging me through my underpants. There could be no mistake, this boy was an outlaw. My penis erected so stiffly that I became intoxicated. It caused me to make myself completely available to him.

This is why I had to find him again. This boy held secrets that had not occurred to me. I wanted to experience them, I needed to understand them and it was this strange boy that possessed them.

He pulled my pants down further and stretched out my underpants to see my penis. He pulled them out of the way and started playing with it. I didn't protest what was happening. I sensed that like a fragile spell, it might suddenly break, ending this exciting and dirty experience.

He played with my scrotum and took my erected penis into his mouth. He looked up at me and smiled revealing a chipped front tooth. I was spellbound watching him lick my penis covering it with spit. After some time, he opened his pants and turned me around to merge with him in perfect opposition. This gave us access to each others cocks. This strange boy smelled rude and exciting. I should have been offended but for some reason it intensified the event. His rude scent stiffened my penis. He was a dirty boy in dirty underpants.

His cock was longer and fuller than mine. I pinched and pulled on it making it hard and tight like a spring. I stroked his compact scrotum and watched his foreskin unfurl on its own. I found it far more interesting than my own and the idea of it being in my mouth thrilled and excited me. I hesitated but when I gave in I was filled with wicked gratification.

Clothes pushed out of the way, warm bodies up close, we clung to each other as if we were lifelong brothers that would do anything for each other. The entire experience was so pleasurable and compelling that I was willing to follow it wherever it was going.

He stopped, pulled up his zipper and buttoned his pants. "I gotta go! I'm already in trouble."

We came back down the hill and I watched while he ran off, disappearing around a corner. I didn't even know his name.

The next day, the teacher droned on about the pre-historic Ice Age, cave men and hairy mammoths. I was daydreaming about the strange boy I had met. I imagined his eyes, his face, his spit, his underpants, his hard penis and his scent. My small, undetectable penis stayed hard, hidden in my pants. Half the night, I lay awake in bed reliving the experience. I had to find that boy but I had no idea where.

The Visit

During lunch, I asked Richard again. "Where does that kid live?"

The question seemed to irritate him and probably was making him suspicious.

"I don't know? I think he goes to “Star of the Sea”, you know, the Catholic school."

He gave me a puzzled and critical look and walked away.

I thought Catholics were supposed to be good. I thought that they prayed all the time and were religious. I thought that they weren't supposed to do dirty things and if they did it was much worse than if I did it because I wasn't religious at all. The thought pleased me thinking that this boy was at least courageous or maybe even crazy.

A few days later.

Richard said, "You know that kid you keep asking me about? Well, I saw him yesterday and he was asking me all the same questions about you and he kept pestering me."

I must have lit up. "Did you tell him where I live?"

"Yeah, I told him. His name is Randy. Do me a favor, if you see him, keep him away from me, he's too weird."

This was a clue but still not enough information to find him. I tried to think if I knew anyone who went to his school.

Saturday afternoon I heard the doorbell. My mother called upstairs to me,

"Trevor, someone's here to see you."

I came out and saw the strange boy standing next to my mother at the foot of the stairs. In spite of an over-sized sweat shirt, he looked small next to my mother. I told him to come up. He hesitated at first not being sure if everything was alright and then slowly climbed the stairs towards my room. He came in and sat quietly on the edge of my bed and looked around my room.

I asked him his name as if I didn't know it and in a soft almost faint voice, he said, "Randy. Richard told me your name was Trevor."

I said, "Let me show you all my stuff."

He sat quietly while I held up Nintendo cartridges, Transformers and assorted plastic dinosaurs.

Randy wasn't very talkative so it was all up to me. When we talked he seemed to hold back as if he might accidentally say the wrong thing. He seemed to be serious but when he relaxed he smiled at me revealing his chipped front tooth. I would remember this small detail forever. In a lot of ways we were very similar in size and age and I thought that maybe this was the reason that we were drawn together.

The Sleep-over

It was early evening when my Mother came in.

She was all dressed up to go out. "How do I look!?"

She twirled around. "Oh come on boys, how do I look?"

We looked at her and then at each other.

"Trevor, don't expect me home until late and if you want your friend,...What's your name?"

I told her his name was Randy.

"Randy, you can sleep over, just be sure to call home and make sure it's alright with your parents."

My mother always felt guilty about leaving me alone at night when she went out on the town so having a sleep-over guest was not unusual. Randy seemed happy with the idea. My mother handed him the phone and turned and hurried down the stairs.

Randy held the phone in his hand and pushed in his number.

"Dad, Is that you? Ok, I am staying at Trevor's house and I am going to sleep here, see you tomorrow, good-by."

I was afraid that they wouldn't let him stay over.. But...when I picked up the phone to put it back I noticed that he had just put in a string of 8's and no real phone number had been logged. He hadn't really called home at all. I gave it a passing thought but what was more important was that Randy was going to sleep over.

Together, we both looked out the window and watched my mother's car roll out the drive and turn towards the highway.

Randy said, "Where's she going?"

Without looking at him I mumbled, "Probably the bar."

Randy seemed relieved as if even the most lenient of adult supervision was an unbearable oppression. He pulled his off his over-sized sweat shirt revealing an equally over-sized white tee shirt underneath. It smelled like it probably belonged to a grown man.

I turned to see Randy lying on the bed. He had taken his penis out and was playing with it. I sat on the bed next to him and watched him furl and unfurl his foreskin. I understood that this was why we were together, this is why we had sought each other out. I quickly imagined the day in the wooded thicket and I knew that we were going to pick up where we left off. It was a silent conspiracy and it forged a bond between us.

He reached under his tee shirt and opened his pants. When he pulled the lose tee shirt out of the way, I saw that his penis and balls were trapped above the band of his underpants causing it to stick straight out. Moving closer he encouraged me to tug and pull on it. I opened my own pants exposing myself to him. Soon our pants had fallen down to our ankles encumbering us until we fell on the bed together.

I didn't know what we were doing or why but it felt more wonderful than anything I had ever done before. This was what we wanted to do and nothing was going to stop us from doing it.

Pants, shoes and socks were all tangled and cumbersome so we stopped to take them off tossing them here and there on the floor. We continued until we were completely naked. The two of us jumped on the bed like a trampoline. I never remember ever feeling so free. The exciting intensity of it was so thrilling that I sought refuge under the covers. He crawled under the covers with me and put his arms and legs around me in a total naked embrace.

Perhaps we were not emotionally ready for head to head so we went head to cock. His hard penis was in my mouth and mine in his, Randy started a series of undulating motions that repeated and repeated. Having no idea of what I was doing, I mimicked them. The fact that he might pee had crossed my mind and the possibility of it happening only added to the forbidden thrill of what we were doing. First under me and then over me he held me tight pushing, grunting and moaning. It resolved with a strange set of squeals and involuntary thrusts that became feverish until it eventually subsided as if he was finally played out. I didn't share in this because it was still a mystery to me.

Naked, we sat cross legged on the messy bed. Now that our friendship had been cemented we talked about other things. Boys at our age don't talk of the past or talk about the future but only of the moment we were in.

We gorged ourselves on cookies, crunched on hard candy and lounged together in our untidy nest.

Our boners never subsided for a moment and soon we started again. He reached under me and began probing my bottom hole with his finger. I was surprised that anyone would want to do something like that. At first, I think I even pulled away. It was something I wasn't so sure of but he persisted. To calm me he pulled up close and with lips parted, showed me his tongue. Closer still, breathing each others air until our tongues touched. His finger went further up my butt and his tongue into my mouth. All I could do was to let it happen and allow myself to be transformed. He turned me over on my belly and probed deeper in my butt and then getting on top of me he penetrated me.  It was only 3 or 4 inches of his cock so it was not uncomfortable but instead, became another unexplored secret. Our play went on and on until eventually the two of us fell asleep, naked and exposed with all the lights on.

It was probably very late when I woke up to hear a car door slam, talking, a scream followed by silly laughter. My mother had a date. God knows who?

They entered the house bringing with them a loud commotion full of thumps and indecipherable talk. I imagined my mother climbing the stairs on her hands and knees.

We were both in bed, still naked but covered up. We pretended to be asleep. Giddy and staggering, she came into the room to turn off the light. I peeked and saw a dark silhouette of a man standing in the door way. She stumbled out closing the door behind her. Now in the dark room we both sat up and listened.

I said with disgust, "They're partying."

Randy said, "I know what they are doing."

"Yeah, they're drinking and partying and acting stupid."

Randy said, "Yeah, but they are getting ready to fuck, believe me, I can tell."

With the noise continuing in the background I looked at Randy and he nodded.

"That's what they're doing, Didn't you ever wonder about it?"

Curiously, I hadn't. I know it's stupid but the idea of my mother having sex never occurred to me.

“He going to lift your Mom's legs and stick it in.”

I turned and looked towards my mother's room where the only sound was gentle thumping.

We played some more and when the house was quiet and it started to get light, Randy dressed, slipped out my window and was gone.

The next morning I awoke and seeing him gone, I was filled with a sense of loss. I had no idea where he lived and I didn't know if he would ever come back. All during that day I thought about him and I thought about what we did together.

A few more days went by but the glow of our encounter never lessened.

To be continued

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