Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2002 02:54:01 -0500
From: Lonnie Ford <ford_lonnie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Erik -the-runaway part 5

Disclaimer:
The following writing is a work of fiction, from the mind of
me.  This will be my fourth story I have posted at
"Nifty.org" and I would like to take time to thank those who
have written and let me know they like my work.  Also I
would like to thank the fine folks at "Nifty.org" for
posting my work.  Anyway the following contains scenes of
consensual sex between a grown man and a teenager.  If you
should not be reading such material blah blah blah blah.  I
have to make it look good don't I.  Hope you enjoy my
writing.

Also check out in the incest section "My Steven" a 5-part
story,
 And in the beginnings section "Jeff" and "Helping Jason"



                      Erik the runaway
                           Part 5



Hi my name is Erik, and I'm not really sure what all Dan has
told you about me, but I will try to let you know a little
about how I see things.  Well for starters I am thirteen
years old, and smarter than I let people see.  I have heard
people say that "children should be seen and not heard" but
I think that is a lot of bullshit.  People should understand
that they could learn a lot from us kids too.  Anyways my
eyez are a weird color really, they are a light color sort
of grey with flecks of blue in them and as Dan says I am
wide eyed.  I keep a good tan all year long and have dark
brown hair kinda long to my shoulders; Dan's is half way
down his back.  My body is in sort of a vee shape; you know
real skinny at the waist with no fat on me, thank goodness.

I know Dan told you about my parents being dead; they died
in a real bad car wreck.  That is when I was sent to live
with Uncle Roger, but I didn't like it there too much.  I
don't think he really wanted me there either cause of the
way he treated me.  At first it wasn't too bad until he
started drinking real heavy; then he got mean.  By that I
guess what is mean is that he would make me do things to
him.  When he would come home really drunk he would make me
suck on his dick.  If I didn't want to, which was all the
time because he smelled bad when he wouldn't shower, then he
would stick his dick in my ass.  Those hurt real bad all the
time, unlike when Dan did it, Uncle Roger would not take his
time and go easy with it.  Uncle Roger would also lock me in
the closet if I cried too much when he fucked me too.  To
stay out of the closet I would just give him a blowjob, but
he would always want me to swallow too.  Don't get me wrong,
I do like boys, but. well you know.

I used to sneak out of the house when Uncle Roger was passed
out after I sucked him off and go down to the river; that is
where I first saw Dan.  I could tell by looking at him that
he was special like me.  For those of you out there who are
like us you know what I am talking about.  It was something
like gaydar, but with a other things.  I can always tell
when someone has the gift.  By the gift I mean being able to
see into other people, see what they are thinking about sort
of.  I have never really been able to do like the way Dan
did it to me the other night.  That was hard though, it was
hard on me having to relive it and hard on him having to see
it.  The way he did it though he said he could feel it,
something like he was living through it himself.  I can also
make thing move, I don't know how really, I just sort of
concentrate on it.  Like if I look at say a bowl on the
table and I want it to move it will move.  That can also be
a bad thing too, there was this one time I made the car
move, not really the car but the shifter, and the car almost
hit someone when it jumped into gear.

One time when Uncle Roger came home with another man and he
told me that both of them wanted to make a fuck buddy out of
me, I made the man leave by scaring the shit out of him.
They came into my room, both of them smelled bad, and they
were getting naked in front of me.  They were standing there
pulling at their dicks and saying stuff like "that boy ass
will feel so good wrapped around my dick", or "he gives a
good head job too, I can see it now a dick in both ends."
When they started to get on the bed I made the doorbell ring
so Uncle Roger hurried to get there so he could tell them to
go away and get back to the "fuck fest".  After he was gone
I told the other man I didn't like him and that he smelled
bad like liquor and sex.  He told me he would shut me up by
sticking his big cock in my mouth.  Needless to say I was
scared and I did something bad to him.  It was more like a
reflex, I thought about him flying out the window, but he
hit the wall instead right next to the window.  When Uncle
Roger got back he saw this, the distraction made me drop him
and he ran out of the house.

When he came back in the room he started screaming and
cussing at me, "What did you do to him you little son-of-a-
bitch.  Yea I called you a son-of-a-bitch you're just like
that fucking slut momma of yours aint ya?  Don't try not of
that hocus pocus shit on me you little shit, remember I used
to be a cop and I know how to hurt you and never leave a
mark on ya."

I then tried to do to him what I did to the other man but I
was crying and nothing happened.  That was the first time he
stuck his dick in my ass.  I will not go into details but I
was bad sore for a week and bled for three days.  After that
one day he never brought anyone else over, but the abuse
from him went on until Dan found me.  Also he never spoke of
my mother again either.  Just that one time.

Now about Dan, I will not go into all the abuse, I could
tell that he was special like me.  I first met Dan many
years ago, many many years ago, for those of you out there
who believe in reincarnation.  When I first met him I fell
in love with him, and that love has lasted for three
lifetimes.  The first time was Venice, Italy in the 1500's
and I could tell that he was the man I wanted to spend the
rest of my life with, but there were things stopping us
then.  Back then it was a matter of money and status, I was
a wonderer where he was in politics.  We spent time together
against the advise of others.  They would tell him that I
would destroy his status and stuff like that.  Therefore, I
moved on and pined for him the rest of my life.  We were
both special back then too.  We were able to speak to each
other without words, and we could both make things happen.
That was how he got to where he was, by reading the thoughts
of others and doing whatever it took, I on the other hand
was nothing by a sideshow freak to most.

The next time we met was in New York in the late 1700's, and
then also it was a status thing.  I was a prostitute for
other men and he was governor.  We spent many glorious
nights together until he was shot.  I was with him the night
he died; I too wanted to die that night, yet fate kept me
around.

That would bring us to the present, and to the river.
Though Uncle Roger was doing bad things to me, I could not
focus my powers to stop him.  I think it was my age stopping
me from focusing all my energy into hurting him back.  Like
I said earlier I used  to go to the river and watch for Dan.
When I would see him I would follow him and see where he
would go.  There were often times he would wade out into the
water and just chant to draw power from the water spirits,
other times he would just walk.  The day he found me, again,
I had had enough of Uncle Roger and left for good that time.
All my energy went into making the shack that I was found
in.  When he came in and found me crying I knew then that I
would have my life with him.

The age was the one big problem, but then again I knew that
he liked boys also; really he always had in every life.  Dan
now was 26 and very handsome, in every life he had been.  He
had eyez that I would do anything for, his hair was soft as
silk, and his facial features are firm yet not square.  To
me Daniel was the perfect man.  This is the third life with
him and I have heard people say that third time is charm,
whatever that means.  I just had to make sure that he
noticed me again in this life.  I do believe in fate, but
was it my or his destiny this time.

Anyways, the day he found me in the shack I had created and
took me home, I was too weak to do anything about it.  I did
know that his heart was the same.  My first night there
while he was watching me sleep I knew he was thinking about
doing things to me, and I wanted him to do it to me.  Yet I
did not want to push him, I knew it would only be a matter
of time before we did go to bed together and make sweet
love.  He had always known how to make love; of other people
I had had he was always the best.  Daniel is not one of
these wham bam people, he wants his partner to have to total
experience.  I have often thought that he would be satisfied
just as long as the other person got off.

When Dan, now my dad, and I finally made love last night I
was in Heaven.  Looking into the near future, something I
wish I could not do, I see another obstacle coming for us to
overcome.  I know Dan loves me, but I don't know if that
love, like in the past, can handle another blow.  Aunt
Helen, the fucking bitch, was hard on him when he thought he
would loose me.  Don't tell him I was cussing either please.
Coming is a storm I don't think he is able to handle very
well.  I know I should not talk down about him, but he is
more of a follower.  Although I do love him with everything
I have in me, I also know his mental state.  I will do my
best to keep trouble away, but my powers are limited with
age.  Well I guess I need to go to bed now, Dan has been
telling me that for a while.  I will let him continue to
write tomorrow.  He has promised not to read what I have
written.

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Last night was beautiful, when Erik finally got through
writing and came to bed.  After he took his shower he was
ready to come to me and make love.  Erik got into the bed
and I was already hard and so was he.  He climbed on top of
me and smothered me with kisses; grinding his boy meat into
my hairy abs.  He said he likes the way the hair feels
between his legs.  I could feel the beginning of pre cum on
the tip of his dick.  I rolled him off of me and went
straight for his cock and lapped up the sweet essence of his
soul.

I went back to his mouth and out tongues found each other
and started fighting for control of the situation.  Damn, I
thought to myself what a wonderful kisser he was for his
age.  I made my way slowly back to his dick and balls.  I
took both his balls into my mouth and sucked them before
making my way to his rosebud in his ass crack.  He squirmed
as I started to tongue fuck him moving his ass as far as he
could into my face.  He grabbed my face with his hands and
pulled me to his face and kissed me deeply.

He motioned for me to roll over on my back and he made his
way down my hairy body to my manhood.  Flicking the head
with his tongue to get the pre cum off and then taking the
head into his mouth he slowly started to suck me off.  I
could feel the impending orgasm starting to stir in my nuts.
He put his hand under my leg and moved my legs up and then
went straight for my aching hole and tongue fucked me.  He
then went back to my dick and sucked all of it he could down
his throat; while putting two fingers up my ass and finding
my prostrate.  I told him to stop before I came, because I
wanted his love juice down my throat.  Erik straddled my
chest and started face fucking me.  This only lasted for a
few strokes when his cock swelled and unloaded his cum down
my waiting throat.  Just as he shot his load I was pulling
my dick and came all up my front.  When he was done, he got
off of me and licked all of my spilled cum off my body.  We
fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing the full extent of
our love.

This morning found us still entangled, when I heard the
phone ringing, "Dammit it is too early for this shit."  I
said still half asleep.

Trying to get down to the phone I froze half way down the
stairs, there was Helen standing in the living room.  I know
the door was locked when I went up last night, did she see
Erik and me in bed and going to go to the cops?  A million
thoughts went through my head, and there was no logical
explanation as to her being here.  I turned and went back to
the closet at the top of the stairs and grabbed my gun, and
went back toward the living room.  Then again I froze, there
was no one there.  I searched the entire down stairs and out
back and front; there was no body there.  Thinking then I
might be loosing my grip on reality.

I went on into the house and made my coffee, then it dawned
on me the reason I got up to begin with was the phone was
ringing.  I went to check the caller ID and it came up as a
pay phone.  I thought that was odd, but whatever.  I went on
back to the kitchen and got some coffee.  I felt a chill
start to run down my back and knew something was amiss.
"That's it."  I shouted and ran back up the stairs, which
seemed to have gotten three times longer in the last half
hour.  When I got to our bedroom I noticed Erik was gone and
the doors leading to the balcony was open.  I had put stairs
in leading to the deck out back.  That was why I saw Helen
standing in the living room; she had been there but up
stairs taking Erik.

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Erik found himself in the back of a van tied up and gagged,
and his Aunt Helen was sitting there saying mean things to
him.  "Now I know why you wanted to stay with that pervert,
after I get you put away safely I am going straight to the
cops on him."

Erik just sat there with tears stinging his eyez and running
down his cheeks.  With him being gagged the only sound he
could make was muffled yells.  Many thoughts went through
his head, how could he get away and back to Dan, and stop
that bitch from doing him any harm?  He could try to use his
powers, but he would run the risk of being killed if he did
anything to the driver of the van.

"I got someone for you to meet, he is going to be your new
father, and he is gonna pay good money for you."  She
started saying, then she turned her attention to the driver
"Hurry and get us to the airport, he is waiting there for
us."  With that the driver started driving a little faster.

"I know."  Thought Erik.  With all the will that he could
muster suddenly there was a police car behind the van with
the lights and siren wailing.  While concentrating he did
not notice the needle being placed in his arm, and within a
minute he was going out and the police vanished.

"That shit wont work you little bastard thought I had
forgotten about you."  That was the last thing he heard.

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