Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2020 19:53:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Sam's Life Part Three (Young Friends) Many miles away, James had realised Sam wasn't coming home. He cursed himself, it seemed he had totally overplayed his hand. Had he moved too fast too soon? Had he used the stick so much that Sam was too frightened of him to go for the carrot approach. His wife would be furious but with Sam not him. However he had to do something about it, he picked up the phone to call the police. Hopefully they'd not do anything about it until 24 hours had passed but it would stop any awkward questions about why he hadn't contacted them. James also had his story straight if for some reason Sam had reported him to the police. Not that anyone would believe Sam anyway. Fuck knows where the little shit had gone. Probably snivelling his arse off in the park somewhere. He'd be home eventually, he'd have nowhere else to go. After reporting Sam missing, James poured himself a beer and sat on the sofa, planning on what to tell his wife in the morning. Later that evening, Sam lay in bed with Marcus in a catatonic state. He'd just had his dick sucked at the same time as sucking Marcus's. Marcus had even let him squeeze into bed with him to sleep with him. It had felt amazing with Marcus and he hadn't got the same guilt and feelings of self loathing that he had after James. At first when Marcus offered the deal Sam was resentful, but now he'd had his dick sucked for the first time and he'd got to suck his first dick, a nice big black one at that. The feeling of Marcus's warm mouth on his dick as his mouth was full of Marcus's big thick one had been pretty amazing. He'd be grateful to Marcus for that experience forever, as well as giving him somewhere to stay, and most importantly where to find Ben. Marcus had wrapped his big arms around Sam after they'd both cum in each other's mouths and Sam liked it. He felt wanted, probably for the first time in a very long time. As he fell asleep he wondered what James was going to do, probably call the police but for now Sam felt fairly sure they wouldn't find him.. "This is fucking typical of him, he's so irresponsible, he's so selfish. Why now?". James listened as his wife ranted at him about Sam running away. He'd picked her and the baby up from hospital earlier that morning, he'd left telling her about Sam until they'd got home. Sarah was furious and any concern James had that she'd blame him instantly disappeared. "Don't be too hard on him Sarah. It's a confusing time for Sam, our new baby has probably made him realise he's not centre of the universe anymore and he doesn't like it. Probably ran away in a jealous rage and doesn't know how to backtrack and come home. It'll be fine. I've phoned the police, they'll find him. He's probably sleeping at a friend's house" James said, trying to reassure his wife. James knew it was almost certain he wasn't at a friend's house as he didn't have any, and of course he knew why Sam had run away but using the selfish jealous teenager reason seemed a strong one to him. Sarah had bought it, the police would buy it. Sam would be back, and when he was, well he'd use the carrot AND the stick, probably at the same time. What better way for Sam to learn than to feel the pain of James's dick deep inside him?James smiled to himself, maybe this was actually going to work even more in his favour than he thought.... Back down in London Sam was on a train leaving London Bridge heading towards North Dulwich. It was mid morning, in the end he'd saved money by walking down to London Bridge from Marcus's, enjoying the warm May sunshine. He marvelled at how much busier than Sheffield it was, it had an energy all of its own which he liked. As he sat on the train Sam thought back to earlier that morning and slipped his hand into his pants to gently play with himself. Marcus had woken up and climbed on top of Sam's chest, feeding him his hard dick while Sam wanked his own dick furiously, both of them cumming pretty spectacularly. They'd showered together, taking care not to wake Marcus's mum before Sam left with Marcus. He had his address and phone number and promised to stay in touch. He'd always remember that night with Marcus and he hoped it wouldn't be another 13 years before he got to do something like that again! Sam pulled his hand out his pants as someone got on the train and started to focus on how to find Ben. That was the part of his plan that was currently lacking. Step one. Go to Dulwich. Step two. ???? Step three: Hug Ben in relief that he'd found him. It was the finding Ben that would be tricky but he thought he'd ask in the local shops and see where it got him. If he wandered around long enough surely someone would know Ben he thought... Later that day, as the sun started to slowly set, Sam sat in Dulwich Park on a bench, head in his hands. He felt like a fucking idiot. Of course the local shop wouldn't know where Ben was. Nor would he just bump into him. This was London after all, not a tiny local village. Dulwich might be called a village but it was a world away from one. For the first time since that moment of despair on the doorstep in Islington, Sam began to think he'd not get to find Ben. Short of knocking on hundreds of doors and asking for him he really felt out of options. The park was emptying and they'd be locking up soon, he guessed his best strategy was to find a quiet sheltered bit of the park to sleep in, although that really didn't fill him with confidence. At that moment a jogger ran past, looking at him slightly strangely. Sam realised it was probably a bit too suspicious to be out in the open at this time of night, he decided he better get moving. Peter ran on through the park, thinking about the boy he'd just seen. Not only was it late for him to be out but he had a flash of recognition when he saw him. Peter guessed he'd just seen him around in the past few days although the boy did look a bit haunted. He decided to turn round and check he was ok, it was probably nothing but experience had taught Peter to use his instincts in this situation. He ran back to the bench but the boy was gone, he decided it was probably nothing. He kept his eye out as he ran through the park towards home but the boy had disappeared into thin air. Sam watched the jogger return to the bench he was sitting on from the shelter of a large rhododendron bush. The jogger seemed to be looking for him, Sam felt his decision to move was the right one. There was no way anyone would see him under the foliage and it was probably as good a place as any to wait out the night. Come morning he'd have a serious decision to make, give up and go home with all the pain that would bring, or try to find Ben however he could. Maybe his chances would be better on a Saturday than a weekday, he hung on to that hope as he tried to make himself comfortable, there was no getting round it though, he was going to be sleeping in the dirt, if he got to sleep at all that is....