Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2004 10:53:38 -0700
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: A Run in the woods -  Chapter 1 (G/M A/Y)

This story and the following ones are dedicated to a boy I knew. He
used the web identity of  "Iceflower". He had many happy times and
bought joy to many.  Whilst we never did anything sexual together we
often talked at length about friends and worries as he struggled to
form his character and life. My great sadness was that I was not
around to hear his last cry for help. He recently died in very tragic
circumstances. Obviously names have been changed to protect the
innocent.

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Jon Nicholas was a cute boy with delicate features living in South
East London (England). In his 13th year he began to realise that he
was gay. In the rough and tumble of the school where he attended he
knew it would be unwise to reveal his feelings to any of his Year 8
friends. Anyone who did not fit into the standard pattern of Rugby
teams and Cricket teams was soon ostracised or worse.

Jon had discovered gay websites like Nifty and spent many hours
reading the stories whilst pulling on his stiff 4 inch cock with his jeans
around his ankles. He also used the chat facilities like IRC and WMX
to find the chat facilities to find gay boys his age to discuss how they
saw life.  He knew the rules for safe surfing and quickly learned the
skills of spotting the old men masquerading as boys. He didn't mind
talking to older guys as long as they were honest.  He found that the
older guys were often better at cybersex than younger boys and
many times his milky cum spurted on to the carpet under the PC desk
whilst chatting on IRC.  For a while he had a webcam but that was
soon confiscated by a suspicious mum who caught him hurriedly
getting dressed by the PC when she suddenly came into his
bedroom, Jon guessed that the pool of cum on the carpet was a bit of
a giveaway. From that point onwards he'd been banned from using
the webcam unless his parents were in the room.

In the warm summer months during the days he would ride his bike to
nearby woods. Chaining his bike to railings he would walk deep in to
the woods to his secret den. Hidden in the den were pictures of gay
men fucking others and boys. He quickly slipped his soft white cotton
tee shirt over his head leaving him naked from the waist up. Then
he'd quickly unbutton his jeans and slide them down his skinny
smooth pale legs, kicking off his trainers he would be left standing in
just his white cotton briefs. These would be tented out by his stiff
cock. In a moment after a quick look around to make sure that no one
was watching the white briefs would be pulled down and thrown on
top of the jeans.  Jon then covered the clothes with the gay pictures
so that if anyone found them there would be no excuses, everyone
would know that these were the clothes of a young teen boy.

Slipping on his trainers to protect his feet Jon would then start
running naked through the woods, hoping to be caught by a gay boy
but at the same time fearing discovery by other people. The woods
were half a mile across and Jon would run to the clearing at the edge
of the woods where the cars parked. Often men would sit waiting
alone in the cars, sometime Jon would pause long enough to be seen
by these men, but if any got out of their cars he would run away.
Once a man of about 20 years old chased him and almost caught
him, but Jon hid naked amongst Bracken for 10 minutes before the
man walked away. It was only when the fear and excitement died
away that Jon realised that the Bracken also contained nettles and
his legs and cock had been stung. The sting only made his cock
harder. That night Jon did not sleep much as he fantasised over what
would have happened to him if the man had caught him.

The next day Jon went to his den in the woods again and went
running naked through the woods. When he got back to his clothes
he found that his gay pictures were missing replaced by a single
picture of a naked young man with the head obscured. Jon thought it
may be the man who chased him. He listened and looked very
carefully, but no one was around. Jon lay on the ground, the twigs
and soil pressing into his naked back and legs. He then slowly began
to jerk off his little cock hoping to feel an older hand come and take
over. All too soon he felt the usual tingling and shot milky white cum
all over his belly and chest.  He looked around but no one could be
seen or heard so he pulled his briefs and jeans on and his white tee
shirt that damply stuck to the cum on his belly. He walked back to his
bike carefully checking that he was not followed.

Excited by the day's events Jon went back to the woods the following
day to go running.  When he got to the den he found that there were
pictures in his usual hiding place. They were pictures of him running
naked through the woods, by the Car Park clearing and him lying in
his den jerking off. He looked around but no one could be seen. He
followed his usual routine of stripping naked, but this time he left the
pictures of himself on his clothes and went on his run through the
woods. Being midweek the woods were quiet and he saw no other
person.  When he got back to the den he found that his clothes and
the pictures had gone. There was a large cloth bag with a note
attached: "put the bag over your head and stand and wait". Jon ran
naked to his bike. That was gone as well, but another note had been
left: "go back to the Den and wait".

Jon went back to the den in the woods, there was nothing else that
he could do. He put on the bag as a hood over his head and stood
naked in the den waiting. Suddenly without warning a rough hand
grabbed him from behind and he felt a loop of rope slip over his wrist
and tighten. He heard a gruff voice say  "come with me" and he was
pulled naked though the woods not able to see anything. After what
seemed like 10 minutes the man said: "so you like to show off your
body?"   With that Jon felt himself lifted on to a smooth fallen tree
trunk and laid on his back in line with the tree with his legs dangling
either side and his cock pointing stiffly up into the air.

The man asked. "Have you ever been sucked before? I can see that
you want it."

"No, never" said Jon. "No one has ever touched me before."

"Well do you want to be sucked?" asked the man.

"Yes" whispered Jon.

"Say it louder, ask me properly" said the man.

"Yes please suck me".

Jon still blindfolded lying on the tree felt the man tie his slim legs then
his arms under the tree. He could not move he could not see any
thing.  Then there was silence.

"Are you there" asked Jon. Just silence.

After a long time Jon asked plaintively, "please let me go". Still
silence. Jon's cock was now soft and the tree was hurting his back.

Jon struggled to try to escape but could not move. Then just as
John's panic was rising he heard a foot crunching in the twigs beside
him.  Rough hands ran up Jon's smooth legs gently massaging them,
then two fingers started working his cock. Jon quickly responded and
his cock grew to full size and was as hard as a rock.  Then Jon felt a
hot mouth swallow his shaft and suck gently with a tongue stroking
his head. The feeling amazed Jon. He lost all other sensation as his
whole focus centred on his cock.  The man proceeded slowly without
rush but all too soon Jon felt the tingling sensation as he bucked and
arched his back and shot streams of milky cum into the soft mouth.
Suddenly the mouth was gone.

As Jon recovered he realised that his hands and legs were free.  He
rolled off the trunk and pulled off the hood. He blinked in the light but
soon realised that the fallen tree was the one at the lonely end of the
car park. About 30 feet away were three cars with a man in each. No
one looked in his direction. Next to the tree was his bike and clothes.

He gathered his clothes and ran into the woods to get dressed. He
felt a lump in his jeans pocket.  When he pulled it out of his pocket
there was a note. Folded inside the note were three twenty pound
notes.  The note said: "Same time same place next week".

A week later Jon pulled his bike out of the garden shed and set off to
the woods ...


To be continued.


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