Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2008 13:10:12 -0600
From: Xavier Lancaster <xavier.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Runaway

Runaway
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between an adult and unrelated
teen. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this
theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the
Authors section under XavierL (/nifty/prolific.html#xavierl).

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me.

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when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at
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I've been trolling the park near my home for years.  Occasionally I get
lucky and get a quick blow or fucked.  They're rarely overly attractive,
but hey, sometimes you gotta take what you can get. I had been going daily
this week, and no luck.  Today I went just for a picnic.  It was a weekday
which always means slim pickings.  I noticed someone watching me for a
while, and my pulse quickened as the person approached me cautiously. He
was wearing a hoodie.  As he got closer, I figured he was either young or
short for his age.

When he finally arrived, I was staring into penetrating light blue eyes.  I
could see a little of his dark hair caressing his forehead.  "Excuse me,
sir."

I was stunned by his beauty. "Um, yes?"

"I was wondering if you might have some extra food."

I had more time to look at his clothes, and I guessed he was homeless or a
runaway.  "When was the last time you ate?"

He averted his eyes as he answered simply "A while."

"I live near here.  You wanna come get a shower, get your clothes washed,
and get something to eat?"

He hesitated momentarily, eyeing my wrapped food and looking around as if
checking to see if we were being watched before answering "Sure."

I handed him my sandwich so he could at least get something in his stomach.
We walked in silence to my home as he ate the precious food.  When we got
to the house, I guided him to the bathroom.  "Go ahead and put your clothes
on the washer over there, and I'll wash them.  There's a robe in the
bathroom you can use when you're down with the shower."

"Thanks," he said shyly.  "I'll get you some more lunch."

I headed to the kitchen even though I have to admit I wanted to try to
catch a sight of him as he stripped out of his clothes.  After a few more
minutes, I heard "My clothes are ready!" coming from the hallway.

I waited until I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on
before I went to take care of his clothes.  I checked the pockets to make
sure nothing was in them and was struck at the complete lack of anything in
this young man's possession.  Perhaps he had it hidden somewhere.  I put
the clothes into the washer one by one, but froze when I came across his
briefs.  He had been wearing nut huggers.  I had to force myself to not
sniff the crotch.  Not that I would be seen, but . . . what the hell.  I
held them to my nose and took in the young musky scent.  It was definitely
pungent.  I quickly tossed them into the washer and went back to the
kitchen.

A little while longer, I heard the shower turn off.  I was curious to know
what he looked like, and just a little thrilled that he would be naked
beneath the terry cloth robe.  I forced myself to stay in the kitchen.  In
the living room, I heard him call out "Hello?"

"I'm here in the kitchen."

He came into the dining room area, and I almost dropped my knife.  He had
black hair that stood out in stark contrast from his very pale skin.  He
was naked except for a white towel wrapped around his waist.  He had been
wearing somewhat baggy clothes before, so I wasn't sure what his body would
like.  He had an athletic appearance.  I briefly caught sight of a faint
treasure trail before I pulled my eyes away.

"You could wear the robe, if you'd like," I said.

"I know," he answered as he shrugged his shoulders.

I watched him as long as I dared, stealing glances and trying to not be
obvious.  I had him sit down at the table, and I brought our lunch over and
sat down.  Then I realized we didn't know each other's name! "Stupid me.
I'm Dean."

He grinned broadly, which made me almost wet my pants.  "I'm Jack."

"How long have you been living at the park, or wherever?"

The smile was exchanged for a serious one and a downward gaze.  "I don't
know.  It's been a while."

"You don't really want to talk about it."

He shook his head no.

"OK."

We found other things to talk about.  When we were done eating, he helped
me take the dishes into the kitchen.  It was hard being so close to his
partially nude body.  I figured him to be about 14 or 15, but I wasn't
going to ask.  I had him go sit on the couch and watch TV while I finished
cleaning up.

When I was done, I joined him in the living room.  He was sitting in the
middle of the couch. I wanted to find something to drop so that I could get
a peek of what was underneath the towel when I bent over, but instead I
asked if I could join him.  He didn't move, so I sat next to him.  Out of
the corner of my eye I let my eye scan his torso.  My eye spent time on a
bulge that seemed to be formed under the towel.

We sat laughing at a program for quite some time before I was brave enough
to put my hand on my leg close enough to brush his leg with my fingers.  In
response his leg pressed against mine.  I finally worked the nerve to rest
my hand on his bare knee.  His warm skin sent a thrill to me.

After a moment he said "You can touch it you know."

I swallowed hard.  "Touch what?"

I looked into his penetrating eyes as he said "You know what."

My dick was quickly getting hard in spite of the stress I was feeling, and
my pulse was pounding in my ears.  I didn't move.  Couldn't move.

Next I felt his hand wrap mine, and he pulled my hand to his crotch.  I
felt his hardness beneath the towel.

"Jack, you don't have to do this," I said, silently praying he would still
let me.  I was hypnotized by his beauty, his toned body, the cock twitching
beneath my palm.

"I know," he said.

My hand remained motionless on his crotch.

Finally, he reached down.  I watched with rapt attention as he undid the
knot holding the only thing between me and his glorious nudeness together.
I moved my hand away as he opened the towel revealing a dark patch of black
pubes surrounding a beautiful, hard cock.  I guessed it was about 7 inches,
and he was cut.

I was mesmerized by his young dick, and my hand immediately stretched out
to feel it.  As soon as I made contact with the velvety skin, I began
slowly stroking it.  I did so for a few moments before reflexively sliding
off the couch to my knees.  As I did so, his legs opened wider like the
petals of a flower moving to greet the sun.

I slid between his toned thighs, not once removing my gaze from his hard
rod and the two large orbs at its base.  I slid my hands up the outside of
his legs as I lowered my head and started sucking lightly on his balls.
His legs spread wider in response, and he lowered into more of a slouch to
allow me greater access.  The scent of soap assaulted my nose as his louder
breathing moved me forward.

I released his nuts and used my tongue to trace a line upward along his
hard shaft.  When I reached the head, I licked it before encompassing it
with my mouth.  He moaned loudly as his young meat slid further into the
wet heat of my mouth.  I haven't had any kind of sex with a teen since I
was one myself, but now I understood why others wanted it so bad.  His body
was so responsive to every touch. The smoothness of skin forced my hands to
explore it.  My hands slid up his chiseled abdomen to his small pecs.

I released his cock and kissed my way up his thin treasure trail, his abs,
to his chest and then I roughly began working his nipples.  He writhed
beneath me.  I practically tore my shirt off so our skin could touch, as I
moved my lips to his.  I kissed him chastely, but then his mouth opened,
and my tongue shut into his mouth.  I kissed him hungrily as my hand
stroked his meat.

I suddenly released him. I watched him wipe the saliva off his mouth as my
greedy lips returned to his cock.  I immediately deep throated him causing
him to melt against the couch and moan loudly.  His hands gripped my head,
and as my head rose slowly up his young rod, his hips began pumping my
mouth.

He shifted again, so that one knee was bent, the sole of the foot pressing
against the couch cushion, and he began fucking my throat.  I slid my hands
beneath his firm, bubble ass and squeezed his cheeks.  He began pumping
furiously.  I was treated with the faint saltiness of his precum as his
moaning became an almost grunting noise.

Seconds later, I was gagging softly as his salty load exploded into my
mouth.  It was like a flash flood!  I couldn't believe the volume of his
jizz.  I was swallowing constantly trying to keep up with its flow.  I
milked him dry.

"That was fuckin' awesome!" he praised me as I stood up, gasping for air.

"Yeah, man," I said continuing to breathe hard.

I walked to the kitchen to get some water and try to clear my head.  I
hadn't bothered to consider the potential felony until I was done.  I stood
at the kitchen, staring out into the backyard and I drank some water, my
head swimming with ecstasy and fear.

Suddenly he was pressed against my back, his arms wrapping around my bare
chest.  "You didn't think we were done, did you?"

"Huh?" I asked, trying to think with the distraction of his warmth.

He began kissing my upper back as his hands went to my pants.  He undid the
button, unzipped them and then left them fall down.  I was breathing hard
as his hands pushed my boxers down next.  Then his hand wrapped around my
throbbing cock.  He pushed against me tighter, his cock pressing into my
ass.

After stroking me for a bit, he pulled away and turned me around.  I felt
dizzy as I saw him sink to his knees, open his mouth, and then begin
sucking on my rod.  He sucked on my dick for a few seconds before he
released it and once again stood up.  He sucked briefly on my nipples
before kissing my neck and then shoving his tongue into my mouth.  I kissed
him back feverishly!

His hands kneaded my ass before he broke our kiss and announced "I want to
fuck you now."

Damn I wanted that so bad!  All I could say was "OK."

I walked away from him, and followed me.  I went to my bedroom, got out
some lube and handed it to him.  I lay down on my stomach on top of the bed
as he finished preparing his luscious cock.  He then climbed onto the bed.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and my ass was almost itching as I
waited to feel his boy meat fill it.  He got into position, and I reached
back to spread my hairy cheeks apart.  He placed a hand on my lower back as
he guided his tool to my aching hole.

It was nirvana as soon as he began to enter me.  I heard myself yell "God
Jack! Fuck me hard!"

He shoved his thick meat into me and began slowly fucking me.

"Oh fuck that feels good!" I said.

He began fucking me harder now. He was laying against my back, a sheen of
sweat breaking out between us.  He wrapped his arms around my chest as his
pelvis moved back and forth.  He continued until he was pounding my ass. We
began making faint slapping sounds as our bodies met.

With his cock slamming against my prostate, I had an orgasm.  He didn't
notice, except that I'm sure dick didn't mind my ass gripping it even more
firmly!

His rhythm never eased up until he finally came.  His warm breath against
my sweaty back gave me goose bumps.  We lay like that for a while before I
said "I hope you're going to spend the night."

"Of course," he answered, and after a brief pause added: "I'll need another
blowjob soon anyway."  I could feel his stomach moving in and out as he
laughed.