Date: Thu, 07 Dec 2006 20:51:30 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'Some Other Blues' Chapter 10

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                                 10

I wander into the train station. My heart's racing. Where am I going
to go? I can't stay round here, that's for certain. London? No, too
big, too scary. Birmingham then? It's a no-brainer really; it's only
twenty miles away. I've been there a couple of times; I sort of know
my way around. I walk up to the ticket window.

"Child single to Birmingham please," I say, trying to sound like it's
no big deal. I hand over a ten pound note. The ticket clerk doesn't
even blink; just gives me my ticket and my change without even
looking at me. That's the first hurdle crossed. I stroll out onto the
platform. I'm expecting everybody to be looking at me, wondering why
I'm there. They're not; nobody takes the slightest interest in me,
nobody except some middle aged guy looking me up and down. I know
what he wants; I've seen that look enough times. Maybe tonight when I
don't have anywhere to sleep I'd be smiling back at him. Not now
though; right now what I need to do is get away from here. Looking at
the briefcase he's carrying he's probably off to work in any case.

The train pulls in to the station. I get on and find a seat. The
middle aged guy sits right across from me. I just ignore him, as much
as I can. I take a peek out of the corner of my eye. He's staring at
my crotch. Fortunately the train's crowded so he really can't say
anything to me. If we were on our own I'm sure he'd start talking,
asking where I was going, trying to arrange a meeting later on or
something. I look away. I'm getting a hard-on. That's scary; some
oldish guy I wouldn't look twice at starts eyeing me up and I get
horny. Am I really that much of a slut? It's a good job that these
jeans are quite baggy.

Birmingham New Street, this is it. As the train glides to a halt, I
stand up, hoping my dick's not sticking out too much. I head out of
the station. I glance over my shoulder; the guy's following me. I
just keep walking. I reach the main shopping street and turn right.
After a few seconds I glance back again. He's standing at the end of
the ramp that leads to the station, staring after me. But he's not
following me any more; like I thought, he's got to go to work.

In a way it's a let-down; suddenly all the tension's gone. Here I am
in the big city. It's half past eight in the morning; I've got fuck
all to do and the whole day stretching in front of me. At nine
o'clock I'll go to the library; I've been there before. They've got
these interactive science programs you can use. That'll keep me
occupied for a couple of hours. What then though? I can't stay there
all day; even that will get boring after a while. And what's going to
happen tonight? I guess I'll worry about that when I get there.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I check my watch; five to twelve. That's better than I thought. I've
been in the library almost three hours. I'm getting bored now though;
I'm hungry too, time to go and find something to eat. I make my way
out of the library, head back along the main shopping street and
stroll into the McDonalds right by the station. I collect my order
then munch my way through a Big Mac with fries, a coke and an ice
cream. I feel very conspicuous, sitting here all on my own. I keep
thinking that any moment the coppers will turn up to take me back
home. As it goes, nobody takes the slightest notice of me. It's
almost a disappointment; there aren't even any old pervs.

Back out on the street again, I start wandering aimlessly through the
shopping mall; now this really is going to get boring. Sure, I've got
money in my pocket but I'm going to need that to live on; there's no
way I can go buying anything. I've been there about twenty minutes
when I clock him, young guy, about Steve's age I'd guess. He's about
six feet tall, a little taller than Steve, and bigger, much bigger in
fact, really well-built; looks like he's got big muscles. Sort of
rough looking too; dark curly hair cropped on the back and sides,
looks like he hasn't shaved for a couple of days. He's watching me;
I've been in this situation often enough not to get it wrong. He
looks like the sort of guy I'd normally try to avoid, but for some
reason I don't feel the least bit worried. Well, he can't do anything
in a place like this, can he? I check the place out. In the centre of
the mall there are a few benches for shoppers to sit on. I pick an
empty one and sit down.

After a few seconds the big guy strolls across and sits down next to
me.

"Hi! You okay?" he says quietly.

"Yeah, cool."

"You hang out here much? I've not seen you before."

He sounds a bit rough too; quite friendly though. I look down. He's
got the word `LOVE' tattooed across the fingers of his right hand.

"Nah, just came up this morning."

"You're not from round here, then?"

"Nah, Carlington."

"So what you doing here?"

"Been in the library, working on some science programs."

"Oh."

He looks disappointed, like he's picked the wrong one. There's a
pause, both of us just staring blankly straight ahead.

"So what you doing now?" he asks.

"Just hanging out."

"Yeah? Then what?"

"Dunno."

"Come round to my place if you want if you've got nothing else to do;
watch a bit of telly, whatever."

I'm taken a bit by surprise; I hadn't expected it to happen just like
that. Still, it might be better than going off with some older guy.

"How far is it?"

"Not far; walk there in just over ten minutes."

"You live on your own, then?"

"Yeah."

"Cool, okay."

He extends a hand. "My name's Wayne."

"Arron."

"Nice to meet you Arron."

We set off. Wayne doesn't seem the least bit worried about having me
walking right next to him. He's quite difficult to work out, rough,
but very polite, almost like a big, friendly teddy bear. There's
something about him, though; I wouldn't want to get into an argument
with him. We're heading along one of the main roads out of the city.
After ten minutes we turn off onto a leafy side road. Some of the
houses are huge; there's no way I can imagine him living there!

"Not far now," he says quietly.

Another right turn, walk about a hundred yards, and we're scrunching
up the gravel drive of a big old house.

"I've got a flat on the ground floor," he tells me as he opens the
front door.

We make our way inside. "Cup of tea?" he asks.

"Please!"

He heads off into the small kitchen, leaving me sitting on the sofa.
I look around. The flat is nothing like Steve's but it's okay, done
out really nice. I'd expected it to be pretty scruffy, but it isn't
like that at all. Wayne returns carrying two mugs of hot steaming
liquid. He's taken his jacket off. He's got tattoos on both forearms
too.

"There you go," he says, grinning at me. He hands me a mug of tea and
flops down into one of the armchairs. He pulls out a pack of
cigarettes and offers me one.

"Nah, don't smoke," I tell him quietly.

He lights up and leans back in his chair. "So how old are you,
Arron?"

"Thirteen."

"And why did you really come to Birmingham today?"

I could blag it; tell him a whole load of shit, but what's the point?
I bet I'm not the first kid who's run away from home that he's met
round there.

"I've run away," I say, looking down at the floor.

"Thought so. So what's that about?"

"Mum found out about my boyfriend."

"So you are gay, then?"

"Yeah."

"And how old's your boyfriend?"

"Twenty-four."

"Hmm! A year older than me; you like older guys?"

"I do if they're fit! I liked him a lot."

"And what about me?"

"You're okay too, I guess; different though, big muscles and all the
tattoos and that." I pause for a second. "I don't think I'd like to
see you when you're angry."

"Fuck! Does it show that much?" he says, grinning at me. "You're
right though. So how's your mum find out about your boyfriend?"

Over the next ten minutes I tell him just about everything; about me
and mum, and how hard things have been for her, about Steve, about
Zac and the webcam, and how he'd picked up on me having lots of new
clothes. I tell him about messing around with Jon, and doing it that
once with Ricky when Jon was on holiday and how weird he was
afterwards. I even tell him about doing it with the other two guys I
met by the bus station. The one thing I don't tell him is about
getting fucked; it'd make me sound like too much of a slut.

"I think it's fuckin' great that you've run away rather than talk to
the coppers. Most kids wouldn't have the balls to do that," he says,
giving me a big smile.

"I just couldn't do it, man! I went with Steve `cause I wanted to
have sex with him; I didn't give a shit about the money, not really.
I won't let him go to jail because of me."

"But you have done a bit of rent though."

"Yeah. I didn't like it; made me feel dirty afterwards."

"So how d'you feel about it now? You're going to need money to live."

"I'm okay for a few days. Last night I went to Steve's place; thought
I might be able to stop there. He gave me some shit about having to
go to London on business, whatever; said he couldn't look after me.
Anyway, I stopped there last night. This morning he gave me some
cash, more or less to get rid of me."

"Yeah, well if you are looking to make yourself a few quid there's no
need for you to hang out on the street looking for it. I know a few
guys who'll sort you out. They're all right; they won't hurt you or
nothing. I know the pervs you want to stay away from too."

"Thanks."

"So where d'you think you're going to stop?"

I grin at him sheepishly. "I was hoping I'd be able to stay here for
a bit."

He smiles back. "I thought that was coming. Look, I'll tell you
straight, you'll have to pay your way. I barely get enough money to
look after myself; I can't keep you as well."

"Yeah, that's cool."

"You won't be able to stay here forever either. The kids are off
school next week; if anyone asks I can say you're my cousin come to
stay with me. After that you'll have to go."

"Yeah, thanks."

He's really just told me the same thing Steve did. If I stay here too
long someone's going to notice and he'll be in the shit. He smiles at
me again.

"So you up for a bit of fun?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't want it up my bum though."

"Yeah, that's cool. Come on then!"

He leads the way to his bedroom. He draws the curtains and starts to
undress. Very nervously I do the same. After a few seconds we're both
stripped to the waist. Wayne's body looks amazing, really powerful;
he makes me feel so puny. He drops his jeans and sits on the bed.

"Come here!" he says gently.

I go and stand in front of him. My cock's throbbing like crazy. He
undoes the button at the top of my jeans and pulls down the zipper.
The fall down round my ankles; I kick them off.

"Sexy little undies!" he whispers. "Make you look even younger!"

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and slowly pulls
them down.

"Beautiful little cock!" he breathes. "Looks like you're well up for
it! Can you cum?"

I nod. "Yeah."

He takes it into his mouth sucking and licking all over it, his
fingers fondling my balls and stroking between my legs. He might look
rough but his touch isn't rough at all; he's getting me harder by the
second. After a couple of minutes he lets me go.

"That's so hard!" he says quietly. "Fuckin' beautiful!"

He doesn't have to ask me. I kneel down in front of him and start to
pull his boxers down. He lifts his hips off the bed to help me. I get
a surprise. I was expecting him to have s big one, a monster even. He
hasn't; it's not even as big as Jon's. On a big guy like him it
looks, well, small. It's very hard though. Sucking it's going to be
no problem. I could take him up the bum without even thinking about
it, not that I'm going to tell him that. I lean forward and take it
right into my mouth. As I suck slowly up and down on it he ruffles my
hair with one hand and fondles my cock with the other. It feels
great! I let him go and we snuggle up on the bed. He wraps his arms
round me, our mouths meeting in a sensual, passionate kiss. His arms
feel very strong but gentle at the same time; he kisses like that
too. I can't believe how much I'm enjoying this. Here I am with a guy
I've only just met. Sure he's quite fit-looking in his own way, but
if things weren't like they are I probably wouldn't have looked twice
at him. Now here we are having sex on his bed and I'm loving every
second of it.

"You really like this, don't you?" he whispers.

"Yup!" I say, giving him my cheekiest grin.

He rests his head on my tummy and starts sucking me again, but much
harder this time. Without even thinking about it I open my legs and
pull my knees up. He doesn't need a second invitation, his fingers
gently massaging the sensitive area behind my balls, slowly working
their way further and further back till he's tickling my bum-hole.
I'm squirming around on the bed; the sensations are unbelievable. I'm
so horny I hardly know where I am. The pressure's building up in my
balls. I try to stay relaxed and make it last but there's no way I
can do it.

"Uhh! Uhhh!!" I gurgle. "Oh! Ohh!! Ohhhhh!!!"

My cock jerks violently in Wayne's mouth, my spunk squirting out in
three or four hot little jets. He swallows the lot. After he's licked
up the last little drop he lets me go.

"Mmmm! You can cum too!" he comments. "That was fuckin' wild!"

"My turn now!" I whisper.

I would kneel over him, stradding his chest, but I'm a bit wary of
doing that. He's bound to clock that I've been fucked if he sees my
bum. Instead I crawl between his legs so I'm kneeling in front of
him. I take his cock into my mouth, sucking right down on it and
massaging his balls like my life depended on it. He's ruffling my
hair again, his breathing getting more ragged with every second that
passes.

"Uhh! Arron!" he groans. "I'm gonna cum!"

I guess he expects me to pull off; he's certainly making no effort to
stop me. I don't of course. He holds my head as his spunk spurts over
and over into my mouth. He may have a small cock but he's cum loads!
I lick it all up, let him go and snuggle up next to him again.

"Fuck!" he gasps. "That was awesome! I can't remember the last time I
got a blow-job as good as that! Shit! Some of these guys I know would
go wild for you!"

"Yeah, well I enjoyed it too," I tell him.

We slide under the covers; within a couple of minutes I've fallen
asleep in Wayne's arms.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0


It's dark when I wake up. Wayne's lying next to me smoking another
cigarette.

"Oh, you're awake," he comments. "I guess you must have been tired
after all the stuff that's been going on. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I am a bit."

"Well if you've got some cash we can go down to the supermarket, buy
some food and I'll cock a meal for us."

"Can you cook, then?"

"Yeah; I'm pretty good actually."

"Okay then."

We get dressed and head off to the supermarket. We buy some food for
dinner, and I get some cereals and stuff to have for breakfast. I
have to pay for it all. That seems a bit odd, but I don't care. I'm
going to get a proper meal and it's only cost me the same as I spent
in McDonalds. Wayne wasn't blagging; he cooks us Spaghetti Bolognese.
It's delicious; he's almost as good a cook as my mum!

I do the washing up for him. He seems surprised, but like I tell him,
I always do it at home. We spend a couple of hours watching telly and
chatting about this and that. He doesn't even mention having sex
again.

"Right!" he says finally. "I need to go out in a bit; there are some
people I need to see. I'm going to have a bath and get ready. Can I
trust you to stay here while I'm out?"

"Yeah. I won't go anywhere, I promise."

"Yeah, well I don't want to come back and find you've nicked half my
stuff."

"I won't touch anything, I promise."

He grins. "Yeah, okay."

It takes him nearly an hour to get ready; he seems to take an awful
lot of trouble over it. Eventually he's all set.

"Don't go out, and if anyone rings the bell, don't answer it," he
tells me. "I'll only be gone an hour or so."

He closes the door behind him and heads out into the night; it's
quarter to ten. He is taking a bit of a risk, leaving me in the flat
with all his stuff; he doesn't know I wouldn't even think of stealing
anything. I guess I'm taking a risk too. Suppose he brings some of
these guys back with him, the ones he was telling me about, and they
make me have sex with them? That's well scary, but I just don't see
him doing it. He's been so gentle with me up to now, it just doesn't
fit. He's trusting me; I guess I'll have to trust him.

It's quarter past eleven when he gets back. I'm pleased to see that
he's on his own.

"I missed you," I tell him. "It felt a bit lonely, being here on my
own."

Hew gives me a hug. "Yeah, well I didn't plan on having anyone
stopping over, certainly not someone like you, so we'll just have to
make the best of it."

We spend the next couple of hours drinking tea and chatting. He's had
a rough life. He hardly knows his dad, who got banged up in jail when
he was two and has been in and out ever since. When he was growing up
he spent quite a lot of time living in kids' homes `cause his mum
couldn't cope with him. He's been in jail himself for breaking into
places; says he wouldn't do that again though. He's never had a job,
not really, just a few bits and pieces that never lasted. There are
guys on Whitestone like that. I've always stayed well away from them,
told myself I didn't want to end up like that. But Wayne's different
somehow, or is it just that I've taken the time to listen to him?
It's certainly made me think.

I let out a big yawn. Wayne grins across at me.

"Sounds like it's way past your bedtime!"

I nod in response; almost too tired to say anything.

"Come on then!" he says, ushering me towards the bedroom. "This is
early for me; I don't usually go to bed till four."

We strip down to our underwear and climb under the covers. I snuggle
right up so I'm lying on my side with Wayne spooned up behind me. He
doesn't even mention having sex again. I'm so tired he'd be out of
luck anyway. Seconds later I'm fast asleep.