Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2009 14:00:15 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Sandra - Runaway

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sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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Runaway
By
Wolf

It started when Joel got in touch with a man, named William, serving time
in prison for having sex with a minor and serving time in a minimum
security prison.  They had met in a chat-room.  Joel was fascinated with
the man.  He was just the kind of man he wanted to live with.

Joel came from a very conservative family.  They were members of the Latter
Day Saints.  They were wealthy and his parents had seven children that were
brought up to accept the tenants of the church.

For a religion that had practiced polygamy until they wanted Utah to become
a State in the Union, they formally are opposed to any sexual activity that
can not result in reproduction.  Any people that are caught or confess to
any gay activity are excommunicated from the church.  That made Joel's life
a living hell.  He knew he was gay at an early age but could not tell his
family because he knew he would be disowned or be whisked away to a retreat
where they would attempt to reprogram his sexual preference.  He had no
desire to endure the brainwashing he had heard about or endure the
disapproval of his family.

At the age of 12 he knew he was gay, and had no desire to change.  He was
masturbating as many a half dozen times a day while fantasizing about
having sex with burley old men.  He wanted to be their sex toy.  He would
pull on his dick while fantasizing about some brute of a man was stuffing
his large cock up his ass.  He pictured himself sucking on their big cocks.
He found out there were gay chat-rooms on the computer where he could talk
to men about his desires.  He was spending a lot of time on his computer
chatting with a man, until he found out the man in jail was being released
from jail and the man was planning to move to another State and change his
identity so that he would not have to register as a pervert, Joel came up
with the idea that he would run away from home and join the man as his son.

The prisoner was supposed to have only limited use of computers, and
supervised at all times, but he had managed to get unsecured assess, and
the guard that was supposed to keep an eye on him was not that computer
literate.  He defiantly was not intelligent as the prisoner.  It was
arranged in code for them to meet in the State he was heading for.  That
way he could not be charge with transporting a minor across State lines for
immoral purposes that would carry federal jurisdiction.

At the appointed time Joel had squirreled away enough money to make himself
disappear.  As a 12-year old he was able to travel without adult
supervision.  He left a note for his parents explain that he was gay and
didn't feel guilty fort his way of life.  He also pulled the hard drive
from his computer and replaced it with a new one.  He saw to it that his
hard drive was destroyed in a furnace.  He bought a bus ticket to get
across the nearest Stateline.  He changed modes of transportation so that
it would be impossible to trace his route.  If anyone were going to look
for him they would of course look as the routes of all public
transportation out of town and follow their routes.  By changing directions
and modes of travel he was sure to vanish quickly enough.  He even changed
his appearance between changes in directions.

When he arrived at the prearranged meeting place he was sure he had covered
his trail.  When he was standing in front of the Mann's Chinese Movie
Theater waiting for the man of his dreams he was both excited about meeting
him and afraid that he would not show up.  He found the foot prints of
Shirley Temple in the concrete in front of the theater, and stood their
marveling at the fact that Susan Hayworth's size 4 shoes prints was smaller
than Shirley Temples feet as a child.  With the passing of every man he
looked into their eyes looking for that spark of recognition.  He was
growing more disheartened as the appointed time came and passed.

He had not thought about what he would do if the man did not show up.  He
knew he could not go home.  The young teenagers on the street were so
foreign to him they were filthy and unshaven, hair long a scruffy.  He was
wondering where he would sleep that night.  He was starting to sweat and
about to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder.  When he turned around
to face the person holding his shoulder he saw the old man.  He was about
fifty years old.  His wavy white hair was neatly combed.  He was about six
feet tall and a little chubby.  His chubby cheeks made his blue eyes
sparkle.  There was no doubt, who he was.

They hugged and started crying because of their relief at having found each
other.  They walked to a nearby parking lot and he paid the parking fee as
they headed for the freeway.  They were talking non-stop as they drove
towards the Hollywood freeway and headed north.  They followed a couple of
freeways towards Palmdale.  They took the Pearblossom Hwy before he pulled
off onto a road that led then right through the San Andres Fault on the
north side of the San Gabriel Mountains.  The fault created a little range
on the north side of the road they were driving on.  They came to an old
house off the road that was hard to even see from the road.  The place was
so remote there was a well drilled for water and there was s large propane
tank behind it for heating and cooking.

This was a big change from the life of a privileged child.  The cabin had
only one bedroom and the full sized bed that looked like it was on its last
legs and the sheets were rumbled and obviously had not been washed in days.

William had told Joel that he could call him Bill or Dad if he liked.  He
showed him around.  He had never actually seen an outhouse before.  At
least the thing had a clean toilet seat, but the smell was repulsive to
him.  It was a two-hole outhouse.  That would allow both of them to take a
dump at the same time.

When they Bill had shown him everything they returned to the cabin.  Bill
told Joel that he wanted to see what he looked like, "Take off your clothes
and let's have a look at you honey."

Joel was a little shy about undressing in front of a man he had only
chatted with before.  Bill was unbuttoning his own shirt and exposing a pot
belly and hairy torso.  He opted to help Joel to get undressed a little
faster.  They took off his shirt and pulled his T-shirt over his head.  He
had the youth sit in a wooden chair long enough to remove his shoes and
socks.  Bill unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his Dockers and pulled him
to his feet to pull the pants down.  Joel already had a boner making his
jockey-shorts tent out in front of his slender hips.  Bill put his big
fingers in the waistband of the "Haines" underwear, he pulled the sides
down and the elastic stretched as it pulled his boner down.  When the
elastic slipped past the boner the dick sprang back up and bounced up and
down.  The boy's dick was circumcised and no bigger around than a raw hot
dog winner, but it was every bit as long as one.

Bill could not resist touching it and playing with it.  He was manipulating
it with one hand while pulling down the underwear with the others.  When he
had the boy naked he placed his hands on the boy's butt and took his dick
into his mouth.  He was like a starving man the way he devoured the boy's
sweet little boner and dough his strong fingers into the valley of the
boy's butt.

Joel was in heaven and could not believe the way the man was wiping his
asshole with his finger.  He had never had his cock sucked by a man before
and it was thrilling.  It did not take long for him to feel his cock start
to throb and he tried to warn the man that he was going to cum, but the man
just kept sucking and even stuck a finger into his asshole before he
squirted cum into the man's mouth.

Bill sucked the boy dry before he released him and continued removing his
own clothes.  He took off his own shoes and socks before he peeled off his
jeans and underwear.  His boxer shorts were not all that clean.  There was
a yellowish stain on the front of his shorts, that was a mix of cum and
piss.  The back of the shorts had a brown streak that was obviously shit
stains.  He smelled of sweat.  You would think that a youth that had come
from a life of privilege would be repulsed by this rude and rough man.

Joel was not disappointed by the man.  He found the fat, smelly, and hairy
man very erotic.  The man had enough dark body hair to make him look like a
bear.

Bill took Joel into his arms and kissed him on the mouth.  His breath
smelled of the foul odor of cigarettes.  His tongue was large and rough as
he swabbed the inside of Joel's mouth.  Bill found out just how sensitive
Joel's nipples were by sucking on them.  While he continued kissing the boy
he keeps manipulating his boner until it actually becomes painful to Joel
and he begs Bill to stop playing with his dick.  Bill did stop playing with
his dick with his hand, but he took the boy's dick in his mouth and sucked
him until Joel came in his mouth.

In response Bill grabs him by the back of his neck and pulled his head down
to his crotch.  The sweaty smelly crotch assails his nose but it thrills
him as the man's big fat uncut cock is forced into his mouth.  As his lips
force back the foreskin he tasted the nasty head cheese.  He was forced to
swallow the scum before he started sucking on the man's cock.  There was
gentle about the way the man fucked the boy's mouth.  He drove the boy's
head down hard until his little nose was smashed against his pubic bone and
his fat cock was actually down the boy's throat.  Joel had to open his
mouth as far as he could to be able to breathe through his nose.  When Bill
started to cum it chocked Joel and he was coughing while the cock was still
in his mouth.  When Bill let Joel up, he sat him on his lap and continued
fingering his ass.

They lay on that filthy bed and the man ran his big paws all over the boy's
body.  Bill not only rubbed his arms and legs he sought out every nook and
cranny of the boy's body.  He took great pains to run his finger between
the creases of his legs without touching his little scrotum and dick until
the boy was begging him to play with his dick.  When Bill did touch his
dick the boy squirted cum on his hand the minute his fingers touched it.
When Bill was ready he rolled Joel onto his back and reached for a jar of
Vaseline to grease up the youth's ass and his cock.

Joel had never been fucked before, the pain was unbelievable.  He was
begging, "Daddy please pull it out it hurts too much.
Please...Please...Please!

Bill was not listening he rammed his cock into the boy's asshole and
drilled him until he squirted his second load of cum in the boy's ass.
When he rolled off and went to the fridge to get s beer, Joel lay there
crying and reached back and felt his asshole.  The hole was gapping open
and it hurt if he tried to pucker his asshole closed.  There was cum
dripping out of his ass and onto the dirty sheets.  It took Joel several
days and may more fuckings before he started actually enjoying being
fucked.

He was enjoying being able to run around the wilderness naked all of the
time.  Joel would spend his days hiking up and down the wilderness trail
totally naked.  He didn't care if he ran into hikers during the week
because there were very few hikers during the week.  At most he sometimes
would meet forest rangers.  They got to know him and even enjoyed a blowjob
from him.  The rangers were cleaner that Bill but hiking the trails on warm
days would cause them to work up a sweat that would make their crotch very
aromatic.  If the rangers wanted he would bend over and let them fuck his
asshole.  This would take place while Bill was at work.

	During the week Bill would drive to Palmdale to work in a warehouse
that didn't care about his references and paid him off the books.  He made
a few friends with men like himself that lived in the area.  They were very
interested in meeting his adopted son.  On weekends he allowed a few of
them to come by as long as they brought food and beer.  By that time Joel's
hair had grown down to his shoulders.  The men would feel him up while the
consumed beer.  Joel would have cocks stuffed into his mouth and his ass
all weekend.  The men were old and smelly, but he loved it.  The nastier
they were the more he like it.  He was being fucked in the ass while
another man would be fucking his mouth.  Other men would be waiting their
turn while Joel jacked-them off.  It was a turn on to have men with scruffy
beards sucking his cock.  The stubbly beards would poke his tender flesh.

	If his parents were to see him now, they would not recognize him.
His hair looked like a girls, his body was golden brown, and his feet were
calloused from running the trails barefooted.  When company was coming Joel
would bath, and get dressed like a girl.  He would fix up his hair with
waves or pull it back into a ponytail with bangs.  He would put on makeup
very carefully so that it would look right, not like a caricature of a
drag-queen making a comical attempt to look like a woman.  Then he would
put on sexy delicate underwear and preferred nylons with built in spandex
garters with delicate designs.  He preferred high heeled pumps.  Depending
on Bill's preference he would put on dresses that made him look like a
school girl or a little tramp.  When company arrived he would be introduced
as Jolene.

	While he was playing the dutiful daughter he would serve the guests
beer and light their cigars and cigarettes for them.  While he was doing
that he would feel rough hands running up his legs and they would stuff his
underwear into his asshole.  He would be passed around from lap to lap and
be kissed on the mouth while having his chest felt up.  They would avoid
touching his dick.  For Joel it would be delicious torture.  They would
prevent him from touching his clit as they called it.  They would tell him
that good little girls did play with themselves.  They would get a charge
out of having Joel suck their cocks while fully dressed as a girl.  More
often than not they would flip his skirts over his back and pulling down
the back of his panties so that could fuck his asshole.  Eventually they
would undress him and have him parade around in his nylons and heels.  His
boner would be bounce around as he was strutted his stuff.  By that time
Joel was so horny that he would practically be begging someone to play with
him.  These horny old perverts would eventually take turns sucking his cock
until Joel could not produce anymore cum.

	The only problem with being a boy slut is that eventually they grow
up.  Their body hair grows thicker, their body grows thicker, and their
face changes from the cherubic innocence to a square jawed masculine look.
In Joel's case he started looking more like Bill than the sweet boy he had
been.  Be became a beer drinking roughneck like Bill.  The two of them
started looking for a boy to adopt.



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