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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 part 2

by Chance

The Rocket Ship

I heard something and when I opened my eyes saw a dark figure leaning over me.

He said, "Trevor.... Come on, get dressed."

Still sleepy, I looked at him from my warm bed. "How did you get in here?"

“I don't know. Come on, get dressed.”

He had climbed up the side of the house and come in through my window.

I asked, “Why?”

He repeated in a coarse whisper. "I don't know, just get dressed."

I pulled off my pajamas and put on yesterday's clothes and then followed Randy out the window. He waited for me on the ground while I slid down the side of the house. 

Like fugitives, we were two boys running off into the night. When we stopped to catch our breath, Randy was laughing.

"What's so funny?"

He contained it just long enough to say, "Do you really wear pajamas to bed? That's so stupid."

He laughed some more and then continued on the run. I didn't know where I was going, I was just following him. We went through a small wood and then through a hole in a wire fence that lead into a field that was cluttered with old rusting machinery. A full moon was rising making everything surreal and mystical like a far away planet. In the middle of the field was a derelict car with four flat tires and a crumpled rear-end. It was a big car like in the olden days. It was the sort they don't make anymore. Randy opened the door and we both slid into a broad front seat. The dash was vast and silvery with buttons like jewels. I imagined that we were in a rocket ship.

I looked over at Randy and saw that he had already pushed his pants down and was playing with his penis. "It's totally safe here, no one ever comes here."

He smiled at me and said, "We can do anything we want."

Saying that lit a fire inside of me.

With his pants crushed down around his ankles he turned towards me displaying his incredibly stiff cock. "Lick it."

Willingly, I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. I felt his hands tugging and pulling at my hair, his fingers tickling my ears and his cock going in and out of my mouth.

He pulled back a little and said, "I meant, lick my balls."

When I did he began jerking off.

I was completely happy doing whatever he wanted. I thought silently to myself, Why is this so wonderful, why is my entire body a buzz?

I couldn't get enough of having Randy's tongue in my mouth or mine in his, tasting his spit. Doing it was just one of those secrets.

We stopped and took off the rest of our clothes until we were naked. Randy was most comfortable in what he called 69 where we each had a cock to suck.

I like how Randy smelled. Neither one of us had gotten to the self-conscious age where we used deodorant but his underarms really didn't have much of a smell. It was something different, something more. He was not all clean like soap from a bath, which he only took when he was forced to. It was the scent of a boy. It was warm, familiar and intoxicating. It was especially so between his legs. I wondered, did I smell like that to him? Randy wasn't shy about my butt hole and I thought if he isn't, why should I be? The scent of this part of him was even more intense. I imitated Randy and stuck my tongue in but being unsure, quickly withdrew.

Randy sat up. "Do you jerk off yet?"

We were both hard as can be. "No, just with you."

"Do you ever cum?"

I said, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, so you haven't.  You know, you're supposed to do it every day."

Randy made me lay the length of the old car's front seat and he began playing with my cock.

He calmly assured me."Ok, you have to relax and give it up and don't hold back or anything. Remember, just let it go."

I had no idea what he was talking about.

He started stroking my penis up and down gradually going a little faster.

I was very happy with someone like Randy paying me all this attention. He spit on my dick, tickled my balls and pushed my legs apart, all the time going faster and faster. It felt so good and it was intensified because it was forbidden and dirty. I watched Randy spit on his fingers and then run them around and around my butt hole. He spread my legs further and elevated them so that he could push his finger in and out of my butt hole while continuing to jerk me off. The feeling was so intense that I thought that maybe I should stop but Randy wouldn't let me. He kept doing it and doing it.

I started to moan and Randy whispered into my ear, "You're getting close, I can tell, just let it happen."

Then I felt his tongue on my scrotum. I was afraid because I was beginning to lose control. Like a ride in an amusement park or a rocket ship that was soaring too high. Suddenly there was a soft explosion from deep inside of me. It spread out from my butt to my arms and legs and then to my toes and finger tips. It gathered in intensity and kept going on and on as if I was to be left forever in this state of chaotic pleasure.

I must have cried out because when I regained focus, Randy was comforting me.

"Oh shit, am I ok?” I never felt anything like that before.

He laughed and almost giggled. “Did you like it?”

I said, “I don't know?”

He giggled some more. "Ok, you relax because It's my turn."

He gently turned me over on my belly and then climbed on top of me. My body was still streaming from the experience and I was happy to do anything he wanted.

In a soft voice he said, "Reach around and pull your butt open."

When I did he pushed his cock up my dirty boy butt and started going at it. I lay quietly, serene and compliant. When he was jerking me off, he started going faster and now he was penetrating me in the same way. I began to understand the grunting and the chaos. The feeling I had just experienced was what he was after. It was a magical thing that teased us by staying just out of reach and it would until we captured it. Now I understand what cumming was. When Randy did it, I felt the feeling inside of him and I shared it. Now it had much more meaning to me.

It was thrilling, it was dirty and it was magical.

Fuck You To The Whole World!

We became inseparable. This coincided with school letting out for the summer. When Randy came over, he'd barge in and run up the stairs to my room. He stayed over many nights and was always reluctant to go home. My mom accepted him as if he was my brother. With Randy around she didn't have to give me much thought beyond keeping the kitchen stocked with chips and soda.

This did not curtail our nocturnal activities. In the wee hours, out the window and down the side of the house, we became the running boys. It was triggered by a tingling feeling in our bellies that made us both outlaws. It was thrilling and exciting as if we were being hunted. We were fugitives. I imagined that they were combing the country side looking for us. I told Randy that we were being hunted by the enemy.

He looked at me and said, "Trevor, how do you know that we aren't the enemy?"

We stopped and rested far enough off the road not to be seen.

"If we are the enemy then we can never get caught because we'll be tortured."

He said, "They'll never catch us."

Each night was like an escape and we ran to avoid capture. When we finally found a safe place we would do our dirty deeds.

Standing together he'd say, “Trevor, pee on my boner” and then he would do it to me. I thought how could anything be so exciting. Where Randy was concerned, I would do anything.

Maybe we knew that we weren't supposed to be together, maybe we knew that we weren't supposed to be doing dirty things and if we were caught they would try to stop us and take us away from each other. This meant that avoiding capture made all the sense in the world.

When we found a place to hide I felt a feeling of relief. Randy would come up against me and touch me anywhere he wanted and I would do the same to him. We belonged to each other. We would pee and suck each others cocks and finger our butt holes.

Randy was the first to produce real cum. He was proud of it and showed it to me cupped in his hand.

Laughing, he said, "Eat it!"

I didn't but he did, licking the palm of his hand. These dark gestures would have been meaningless had they not been forbidden and dirty. To do what we wanted to do was to say, "Fuck you!" to the whole world!

Not so much at first but more often, he would fuck me. Pants pulled down, I would bend over with him behind me. He held be by my shoulders and pulled his cock into me. It was his statement of ownership over me and I willingly gave in. We were outlaws and we were so perfect together. Before it got light we were back in my bed.

We didn't have to go out into the night to do what we wanted but it just that it made it so exciting.

Randy said “You know what would be fun? Having someone watching us when we do it.”

To be continued

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