Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2020 19:53:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Sam's Life Part Two (Young Friends) Dirty. Really fucking dirty. That's how Sam felt after last night. He scrubbed himself in the shower but couldn't get rid of the feeling. Like he'd never be clean again. It had been a bad start to the day, he'd woken up late, his alarm hadn't gone off so he'd be late for school. It turned out his stepdad had unplugged it, saying Sam could have the day off after yesterday's big day. He'd gone to the hospital to see Sam's mum and new sister and said he'd be back in a few hours and they could then hang out together. As Sam's mum was still going to be staying in hospital Sam knew what that meant, more use of the "carrot" approach. In his car driving to the hospital James thought of what he'd do to Sam when he got home, next step was to make Sam ask him to do stuff to him, get him to buy into it. Then he was equally responsible. However, James had unbeknownst to him overplayed his hand a bit too much. Too much of the stick had left Sam scared of its return, and sometimes you can be so scared you take a running jump into the unknown, sometimes you can feel the only option is to try and escape whatever the consequences might be,, Back at the house Sam was dressed in his school uniform. He looked at the note he'd written. "Hi James, thanks for letting me have the day off but I've got an important test I need to do today so I've gone to school. I might have to stay slightly late to catch up. Looking forward to seeing you later". Sam thought it sounded fine. He packed his bag up so it was pretty full, raided his piggy bank for what little money he had and headed out the house, locking up as he did. He stood on his doorstep, took a deep breath and headed on his usual journey to school, just a normal Thursday morning but he then took a different turn and jumped on a bus at the bus stop. It was only twenty minutes or so into town and before he knew it Sam was off the bus and walking into Sheffield train station, trying to work out if he had enough money to buy a ticket to London. He was short. By quite a bit. Why were train tickets so expensive he thought? He decided to buy a ticket to Derby so he could at least get on the train to London, then hope he wouldn't get caught by the ticket inspector. He also needed to have money left for food and public transport in London, he was beginning to realise he really should have tried to find some more money in the house before he left. "Hold on Ben, I'm coming to see you" he said out loud, then realised he was getting some strange looks. He guessed that people wondered why he wasn't at school. He knew this was crazy, that he was being foolhardy. But he had to escape. He didn't want to be beaten by James anymore, but he also really really didn't want to be molested by him. Ben would help him, or at least he could stay there for a couple of days while he thought about his next move. Sam was pretty naive about London, but he knew that once he got to Euston he could get a bus or tube up to Islington and visit Ben. A few hours later Sam felt his luck was changing, he did get caught by the ticket inspector without a ticket for the whole journey and told to get off at the next station but the kind lady who'd sat opposite to him and had been asking him questions beforehand said he was her nephew and paid the fare difference for him so he could get to London. He told her he was off to visit his Dad and that seemed enough to persuade her not to ask more questions. Although he could tell she didn't quite believe him. "I hope it works out for you and that the visit goes well" She said as they parted company at Euston. He was back on his own again, but feeling more confident now he was in London. Ben was much closer now in distance than James was and that was a reassuring thought. Sam jumped on the tube and hoped that his good luck would continue. By the time he reached the road Ben lived on it was almost five hours since he left the house. He was hungry, thirsty and sweaty from the heat of the underground, it wasn't much cooler above ground, certainly warmer than when he left Sheffield. Thinking of Sheffield gave him a flush of panic, James would probably be home now expecting Sam's return from school soon. Sam felt fear at the thought of James, but then stiffened his resolve and strode purposefully up the road looking for Ben's house. Back in Sheffield James waited impatiently for Sam to return, cursing him for going to school. He'd hoped to have moved things on by now, his plan had been to suck Sam off and then persuade him to do the same to him, or at least wank him off. Get him to buy into it all, easier to do before Sarah and the baby were home. James mentally shrugged, oh well there was time enough, Sam would be home again soon and it would be time for the carrot again. He anxiously paced around the house, checking the clock every now and again, surely Sam would be home soon he thought.. At that very moment in London, Sam was redefining what despair felt like for him. All his dreams were torn asunder. He stood outside a large townhouse trying to hold things together. He'd knocked on the door but he already knew there would be no answer. The Sold sign outside the house and the bare living room through the window told him Ben and his family had moved and the house was empty. He sat down on the steps and fought off the urge to cry. He stood up after a while and knocked on the door again, feeling slightly panicked. "There's no one there, they've moved" a voice behind him said. He turned round to see a black boy looking at him with a half smile, clearly a bit older than him and dressed in school uniform. He had keys in his hand and looked like he was about to head down to the basement flat below. "Where have they moved to?" Sam asked, hoping for a change of luck. The boy shrugged, "who's asking?" "A friend of Ben's" Sam replied. "Not much of a friend if you don't know he's moved are you." The boy said, he looked closer at Sam. "You're not from round here are you? Where are you from?" "Er Sheffield" Sam replied, feeling like an idiot. He could feel the boy staring at him intently, he blushed as he felt a flush of embarrassment about how stupid he'd been, coming all the way to London to visit Ben. Now he was fucked. Hardly any money, certainly not enough to get home. Nowhere to stay. His probably only solution was to phone home and beg James to pick him up. The price for that though, well it would be steep. "Tell you what, come on into my flat and I'll see if I can remember Ben's new address" the boy said as he walked down the stairs and started unlocking the door. Not only was Sam desperate for help, he also needed piss so rushed down gratefully. The boy introduced himself as Marcus and Sam introduced himself back. Sam followed Marcus into the flat and got directed to the toilet. After finishing his piss which felt amazing he came out and got called by Marcus into another room. He walked into what was clearly Marcus's bedroom, a decent sized bed in the corner of the room, a chair under a desk with school books on it and posters on the wall of a range of Arsenal footballers. Clearly an Arsenal fan like Ben Sam thought. It was warm outside but cool down here, the lack of big windows stopping the air from getting too hot. Marcus was sitting on the bed and gestured to Sam to sit down on the chair. Marcus smiled at Sam, "I bet you needed that, so tell me why a northern boy is hanging around outside Ben's house when he's already moved". He asked. Marcus was curious and possibly had some plans of his own for Sam. This was London after all, a dog eat dog world, it wasn't like Marcus hadn't been on the end of that a few times. He was a nice boy but when opportunity knocks... Sam's brain whirred into action as he considered how much to tell Marcus. Sometimes the truth was the best approach but he didn't know the older boy and his supplies of trust were pretty low. "Er well I came to see Ben as I haven't heard from him for ages. I wanted to come and stay with him for a few days. I'm er....having a few problems with my step dad, he's not treating me very well at all and it was only going to get worse. I needed to get out of there. So if you can tell me where Ben is I'll go and see him and take it from there." As Sam explained this to Marcus, Marcus had a great deal of sympathy for him. Marcus was no stranger to not being treated very well. He grimaced at the memory of his abusive father, thankfully no longer a threat but the memories still lasted. "Sounds like you're not quite as idiotic as I thought you were, getting out from an abusive parent is tough. You're lucky my Dad is no longer here, let's just say what he made me do sometimes, well he isn't the man of god people thought he was" Marcus said bonding with Sam over their mutual problems. However, that didn't mean Marcus was going to go too easy on Sam, he was a boy with hormones after all. Horny was like his middle name, well that's what some of his friends said! "So can you tell me where Ben has moved to?" Sam asked hopefully. If it was close by he could be there very soon. Not that he didn't like Marcus, considering he'd only just him he felt a connection to him, but he was conscious the day was passing and James would probably have realised he'd run away by now. Marcus looked at him with an expression Sam couldn't read, "Well Sam. Information is power. I'll tell you where he moved but you need to do something for me. This is London, nothing comes for free." Sam's face fell and he tried to control his emotions, after the last 24 hours he wasn't really in the mood for negotiating. "Look please just sell me his address then I'll be out of your hair. Otherwise I'll just go to the police and see if they'll help" he said firmly. "Don't be an idiot Sam. The first thing they'll do is take you home and I'm getting the feeling that's the last place you want to be. Ben's moved a way away from here, the other side of the river. Us northern boys don't go down south of the river unless we really have to! Look my Mum is on shift work tonight, she won't be back until the early hours. Why don't you hang out with me, have some food and sleep on my floor. It looks like you could do with a meal. I'll also tell you where he's moved to over dinner" Marcus said. He'd noticed Sam looked a bit thinner than he probably should be and Marcus genuinely wanted him to stay and eat. It would be nice to hang out together, some company for them both for the evening. Marcus did get lonely at times with his Mum working strange hours at the hospital. And the price for Sam to pay? Well nothing too onerous, certainly better than the alternative would be for Sam. Anyway Sam needed fattening up, he'd enjoy it. Marcus smiled to himself at his little joke. At that moment Sam's stomach rumbled as he realised he hadn't eaten anything for hours. It sounded an appealing prospect, to stay here for dinner, to sleep on the floor. What were his other options at this stage? A park? He knew he'd mentally made the decision to accept but he also knew he'd there would be a price to pay and he suspected it wouldn't be a nice one. "Thanks, that sounds good but what do I do need to do for you?" Sam asked nervously. "Nothing complicated. Very simple. Just a teenage boy thing. You might even have done it before with your friends. I want you to suck my dick. Once now, once at bedtime,. Once in the morning. Three blow jobs. Three rewards for you - Ben's address, dinner and somewhere to sleep." Marcus said nonchalantly as if it was the most natural thing to ask for in the world. Marcus might be confused at times about his sexuality, being abused hadn't helped but one thing he wasn't confused about, having your dick sucked felt amazing. "No fucking way, I'm out of here" said Sam reaching to pick up his bag. He knew he had nowhere to go but he also knew Marcus wouldn't want to see him on the street, and wouldn't want to miss out on having his dick sucked. Sam knew he was now in a negotiation and leaving was one of his only cards to play. Unfortunately for Sam, Marcus was much more streetwise than he was. He was no stranger to trading the odd favour with friends. He'd been on his knees before and had them on their knees. It was generally just a bit of fun. Who didn't like having their dick sucked after all. He knew from the start that there was a negotiation coming and that Sam would play that card first up, the only card he had to play really. "I'm sorry you feel that way Sam. It's just a bit of fun between boys, where are you going to sleep then? The park? Your best bet is probably Regent's Park. It's about an hour's walk away. Avoid Hampstead Heath, you wouldn't be the first boy to be mistreated there" Marcus said, feeling fairly confident things were going his way. Step one show Sam he had no alternative, once Sam realised that, Marcus would move on to step two which would be to sweeten the deal. Sam's heart sank as he knew Marcus was right. He had been backed into a corner. But three blow jobs? That felt too much, he'd never sucked a dick before, never touched one really aside from his own. Unless you count James putting Sam's hand on his dick yesterday. The thought of that made him shiver. This was still a better alternative. Marcus was nice, and Sam couldn't deny he was attractive. It wasn't like Sam wasn't gay, maybe it might be fun? He knew he was probably being overly optimistic but he probably had no choice. Marcus could see Sam mentally processing everything and realised it was time to clinch the deal by sweetening it slightly. "You ever sucked a dick before Sam? Ever been sucked?" He asked Sam who shook his head, blushing slightly at his lack of experience. "Ok well how about you suck my dick now and in the morning but at bedtime tonight as well as sucking me, I'll suck you?"He said, pretty confident that was the clincher. He'd sucked dicks before and enjoyed it with other boys (not with his dad though, but one of the reasons he enjoyed sucking other boys was that it helped replace the bad memories with good ones.). He didn't enjoy it as much as having his dick sucked but a 3 to 1 ratio was definitely in his favour. Sam knew he had no option but was also secretly excited to have his dick sucked. And if he was totally honest with himself, sucking off Marcus would be an experience that he wasn't feeling THAT bad about. "Ok" He said simply. Marcus beamed and went off to the toilet, coming back still smiling. "It's squeaky clean, now come over to the bed and have a tasty snack" he said with a giggle. Sam did as he was told as Marcus pulled his trousers and pants down, showing off a fairly thick 3 1/2 inches of soft dick. Sam gasped despite himself, "wow it's pretty big" He said. Marcus smiled, "yes it's pretty, yes it's big. I am almost 15 though. Hopefully it's not too big for your mouth" he said with a wink. He was feeling very horny and his dick started to harden. Sam got on his knees and approached the dick, marvelling as the blood swelled it to over 5 inches hard. Marcus peeled back his foreskin and had Sam lick all around it before getting him to take it into his mouth. He warned Sam about his teeth and then groaned as Sam started to suck it. Sam was focusing on doing a good job, covering his teeth with his lips and using his hand to control the pace. He couldn't lie, he was quite enjoying it. It didn't taste of much and he loved the appreciative noises he was getting from Marcus. He craved attention and he realised this was one way of getting it, Marcus ruffled Sam's hair as Sam sucked him which made Sam enjoy it even more. Sam was hard in his pants, he thought he would be embarrassed about it but he just let the hormones flow through him. "Here it comes" said Marcus as he stiffened and with a guttural groan flooded Sam's mouth with his cum. It didn't taste too unpleasant and he swallowed it down. After Sam licked Marcus clean, he stood up, his dick tenting his trousers. "See I said you'd enjoy it!" Marcus said with a grin, Sam blushed but was also ok with it. Why hide the fact he liked it? He started to head to the chair but Marcus called him back. "Come here Sam, you did a really good job, it's a shame to waste a hard dick" he said with a grin. Once Sam was in front of him Marcus unzipped Sam's flies, stuck his hand in and pulled out Sam's dick. Sam squeaked in shock but then moaned and whimpered as Marcus wanked him off. It felt like only a few strokes before he came over Marcus's hand but it was one of the best moments of his life. Marcus cleaned him up and they went off to the kitchen where Marcus cooked dinner for them. As they ate Sam quizzed Marcus for more information on Ben. "I don't have his exact address but Ben has moved to Dulwich Village, from what he said to me before he left I think he lives by Dulwich Park so hopefully you can track him down. I suggest you leave with me in the morning, buy a zone 1-3 travel card, and get the tube to London Bridge, then a train or bus to North Dulwich station, turn left out of there and a few minutes walk you'll be in the village." Marcus said to Sam who nodded. He didn't really know where he was going so took Marcus's advice and wrote the instructions down. The rest of the evening passed quickly, watching TV before Marcus suggested showers and an early night. After all they both knew what was going to happen at bedtime, and both of them were looking forward to it......