Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 06:21:05 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: The Running Boy ; Chapter 8. CHAPTER EIGHT Summer is not far off and the results of the Common Entrance and Scholarship exams are starting to come through. Luke's been offered a scholarship at Westhorpe, the top sports and academic school in the country. I've applied to go there too; I'm offered a place but no scholarship. The fees are 20,000 a year. We can't afford that; I know we can't. I am offered a scholarship though, by Langstone School in Kent. It has an excellent academic record and a great running tradition. The scholarship will pay half my fees. That means mum and dad will have to pay 6,000 a year, less than they pay for me here. I hate being split up from Luke, but there's no choice. I'm going to lose Shelby as well. His dad's insisting that he has to go to the same school that he attended. That's such a waste; they don't even do cross-country where he's going. I wish he was coming to Langstone with me. The only two that will be staying together are Gary and Tristan. I'm pleased for them. In a strange way they're good for each other. The rest of us will be scattered to the four winds. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 The summer term is drawing to a close. Three days from now we'll leave here for the last time. There are so many emotions. Moving on to senior school is a great adventure; not only that it marks a turning point from being a kid to being a young adult. It's a challenge and I'm looking forward to it. I'll be training with a group of twenty or thirty good runners. That's going to be awesome. But I'll be leaving behind so many friends, Luke and Shelby especially. That hurts. These kids have been a big part of my life for the last two years; I'm going to miss them all. Today is the end of year concert. The school has a great musical tradition and they do this every year. There will be lots of parents here this afternoon to listen. Mine won't be, of course. That's fair enough, I guess. I'm tone-deaf; I like listening to music, but that's as far as it goes. Shelby plays lead trumpet and will be taking a solo; his parents aren't coming either. That sucks. Tristan's dad arrives at about half past nine with a sound system and professional recording equipment. Once they've put everything in position, he sits down chatting to Gary while Tristan buzzes around connecting up all the pieces of equipment, positioning all the microphones and testing everything to make sure it's all working properly. Gary calls me over. "Ryan, this is Graham White, Tristan's dad." Graham extends a hand, smiling warmly. We shake hands and I sit down with them. "Great of you to bring all this equipment for the concert," I say, trying to be polite. "Just a few toys for Tristan to play with really," he responds, still smiling. "So you're the star runner?" "One of them, I guess," I say quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. I'm amazed he knows who I am. "That's the other one," Gary tells him, pointing towards the stage. "Shelby, the blond kid with the trumpet." Over the next half an hour Graham asks me about where I'll be going to school, what I hope to achieve, how I train for my running, all sorts of stuff; even better, he actually listens to what I have to say. I'm completely amazed; I'm just not used to having adults treat me like that. I can tell he really cares about Gary too. He is such a cool guy; everyone should have a dad like him! Tristan moves onto the sound check, listening to each instrument in turn and adjusting the settings on the mixing desk to make the sound as good as possible. I've never seen Tristan like this. Usually he never takes anything that seriously, but today he's totally focussed, concentrating fully on getting everything just right. His dad never interferes, not even once. At last it's all finished and he comes trotting over to us. He's been beavering away for well over two hours. "Hey, Tris! I didn't know you could do all that stuff; that's awesome!" I say, grinning at him. "Yeah, I'd be mixing the concert itself, but I've got to play so dad's doing that. I'll do all the post-production though." "What's post-production?" I ask, completely mystified. "When we take it back to the studio and remix it; we can make it sound completely different from the way it'll sound in here." I'm totally amazed; I knew Tris was clever, but this has been a complete surprise. I'm envious too; Tristan and his dad are so relaxed with each other. Tristan's obviously learned far more from his dad than he ever has at school. I wish I could chat with my dad like that, but he never has the time. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's our final evening. Tomorrow I'll say my goodbyes to these guys for the last time, all except Luke that is. He's invited me to spend a week with him at their house near Winchester. His mum sounds pretty cool. We'll be sharing a room and we'll have lots of time on our own; we'll be able to have sex whenever we want. So tonight is all for Shelby. We've become so close over the past year; as runners, we've really spurred each other on. I know that I'm running much better because I've had him to train with. At 1:30 a.m. I creep across to his bed, much the same as usual. Moments later we're wrapped in each others arms, kissing passionately, the realisation that this will be our last night together adding an extra edge to it. We both want to make this a night we'll never forget. After maybe ten minutes Shelby starts licking his way down my body. He stops to suck on each nipple in turn. Fuck! I'm getting hornier by the second! He moves on, his tongue coming to rest on my tummy button, licking it, caressing it. I'm already gasping slightly. He slides down again. I spread my legs and pull up my knees so my feet are flat on the bed. He licks all over the head of my cock. The sensations are unbelievable, like he just plugged it into the mains. He licks all the way down my shaft and over my balls, taking each one into his mouth, his right hand stroking up and down between my thighs. He licks up my shaft again then takes my cock right into his mouth, pushing slowly down until his nose is nuzzling into my little crop of dark brown pubes. His hand advances along my thigh until a well-lubed finger locates my boy- hole and works its way inside. He inserts a second finger and more lube. We're nearly there. We're both on auto-pilot; he releases my cock and we get into another wonderful delicious kiss. Half a minute later I'm on my tummy, legs wide apart, pillows under my hips as Shelby lowers himself onto me. Fuck! I love this! I love the warmth and firmness of his body on top of mine, the thump of his heart beating ever more strongly against my back, the smell of his warm breath filling my nostrils and making me giddy. Oh, I nearly forgot the best bit; his beautiful hard cock filling my bum, pounding into me, hitting my prostate over and over. Gradually his pace increases, building up the intensity notch by notch. I'm covered in perspiration; I can feel that he is too. I'm very close; my cock's tingling like crazy. Moments later bolts of electricity surge right through me, my legs flailing around uncontrollably, my fingers clawing frantically at the mattress, my bum tightening violently around Shelby's cock as the spunk powers through my dick and floods out onto the towel. Shelby's fingers grip my shoulders, his breathing noisy and uneven. He pushes right down on me, his cock swelling and jerking in my bum, his cum unloading deep inside me in six or seven thick, creamy globs. Awesome, simply awesome!! In that wonderfully mysterious way that it always happens, the wild, uncontrollable frenzy is replaced by a beautiful, serene calm. There is no rush; we lie as we are, allowing our breathing to return to normal. Shelby kisses me on the cheek and gently withdraws. This is where tonight gets really special. I'm not going back to my own bed; I'm staying right here, for a few hours anyway. I slip on a pair of briefs and stuff some cotton wool into them. We rearrange the bed and curl up together. Within a couple of minutes we fall asleep in each others arms. I shake myself awake, roused by my wristwatch alarm. It's five o'clock. Narrow shafts of summer sunlight cut powerfully through the darkness. I pull the covers back and slip off my briefs. I lie propped up on my elbow, looking down at Shelby still lying there peacefully. God! He is beautiful! After that amazing growth spurt his cock and balls still look much the same as they did last September, but are now topped off by a neat crop of thick golden-brown pubes. They look so good on him. I ruffle his hair; he slowly opens his eyes and smiles. I lean forwards; we kiss. Wow!! Nobody kisses as beautifully as he does! I could lie here forever kissing and fondling. We won't of course; the climax, the explosion, has to happen, however long we delay it for. I'm disturbed by the noise of a bed creaking. Instinctively I look across to where the sound is coming from. We're not the only ones awake at this early hour. On the next bed Marcus is down on all fours, his forehead down on the mattress. He has a raging hard-on, a great deal bigger than it was a year ago, but still no more than a slim three and a half inches and completely hairless. Behind him, Gary is kneeling on the bed, thrusting his cock into the slender boy's cute little bottom. Marcus is moaning quietly. I've seen Marcus getting fucked before, but it was nothing like this! Shelby and I grin at each other. No words are necessary; we know what we want. I get into the same position that Marcus is in, but facing the opposite way so that we can all watch each other. Shelby quickly lubes me up then thrusts right in. From there on it's a race between Gary and Shelby. Gary's got a head start but Shel's catching up fast, fucking me with all the energy he can muster. In this position his goes in about an inch further than the way we usually do it, his body slamming hard against my bum. He isn't touching my dick, but the way he's going at it I'm getting pretty close anyway, his cock-head zinging repeatedly over my love-button. Across on the other bed Marcus is about to cum, his body shaking all over. A few drops of clear fluid squirt from his orgasming cock and land on the bed. Gary's climax follows almost immediately, with Shelby right behind. He plunges right into me and grabs me around the hips as his cock explodes inside my body, sending more of his hot cream flooding into my rectum. It's the wildest fuck we've ever had. He slowly pulls out. I look across to the adjacent bed just as Gary does the same thing. It's barely ten past five but almost everyone's awake. A sudden shock hits me; someone has taken Shelby's place, kneeling behind me and thrusting his cock into my bum. I don't think it's Luke; it doesn't feel big enough. I look across at the other bed. Holy shit! Luke's there with that big cock of his buried deep inside Marcus's bum, pounding into him ferociously, stretching him further than he's ever experienced, Marcus groaning and squirming with the heady mixture of pain and pleasure. A voice whispers in my ear. "I like smaller boys best, but you're pretty cute. Still pretty tight too; I'd never have thought Luke and Shelby were fucking you senseless if I hadn't watched them do it!" It's Julian, unmistakeably Julian. He's not that big, but his cock's as hard as sprung steel. He sets to work. He may not be that big, but his staying power's amazing. He pounds away , keeping me right on the edge without ever quite doing enough to make me cum. He'd only have to touch my dick, but he doesn't. Ten minutes pass. He's really going for it, fucking me as hard as he knows how. His breathing suddenly becomes ragged. "Oh! Oh yes! Take my spunk! Oh! Ohh!! Ohhhh!!!" He grips me round the thighs as he cums inside me. I'm completely gobsmacked. It's not that I'm complaining; it's just that I never expected it. I wonder how that compared with Marcus or Robbie. Fuck! I must be the only one who hasn't cum! Actually I'm not. As Julian slowly withdraws I look across. Luke is still pounding relentlessly into Marcus's bum. Beyond them, on he bed opposite the door, Tristan is lying on his back stark naked, propped up on his elbows, with Gary kneeling between his legs sucking him off. The way Tris is holding Gary's head it's pretty clear he likes being sucked off as much as any of us. I smile to myself. Gary will be spending the whole holiday with Silvio, staying with him in London for two weeks then going out to Ibiza for a month to join up with Tristan's family and the rest of their gang. He'll have the time of his life. It serves his stupid, arrogant, bullying dad right that he's gay. Luke's breathing is becoming more ragged by the second as he approaches his climax. "Nng! Nnng!! Oh!! Ohhh!!! Nnnng! Aaarrrggghhhhh!!!!" Marcus emits a quiet squeal as Luke's cock thrusts fully inside him, stretching his cute little boy-hole even further. A moment later Shelby reappears as if from nowhere, rolling me onto my back, that old towel of his under my bum, and settles down to give me a blow job, sucking my cock like only he can. I want to make it last, to savour every possible second of that wonderful sucking mouth, but I'm so steamed up I've got no chance. All too quickly my whole body is overtaken by crazy spasms as my balls fire into action, my spunk spurting over and over into Shelby's eager mouth. He licks up every last drop and gulps it down. My balls feel like they've been squeezed dry. I lie back feeling completely exhausted. I look to my left. On the next bed Patrick's still fast asleep. If he can sleep through that, I figure a nuclear explosion wouldn't wake him. It's the finale, the last hurrah. In just a few short hours we're all packing our last bits of personal stuff and saying our final goodbyes. I spend as much time as I can with Shelby; it hurts so much for us to be pulled apart like this. At last it's time for him to leave. "Take care of yourself, Shel," I tell him. "You'll be okay. It's a good school and you'll do well there, I know you will." "Thanks!" he says quietly, his wan half-smile telling me exactly how he's feeling. He looks around. The taxi's waiting for him. "Got to go," he mumbles. I watch sadly as the car makes its way along the drive and disappears from view.