Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 23:58:20 -0700
From: Michael  Hines <mhines8@bigpond.com>
Subject: Steve's after School fun 5

This story has not caused any problems for anyone as it is a part of my
imagination. Nothing written here occurred. If you have a problem with boys
having sex with each other and men, please leave and if this sort of thing
is illegal in your country then don't even bother to read it.

You have been warned and I take no responsibility if you continue. Leave
now if you are under 18 years of age. I have no way of knowing whether you
are younger. If you are, be careful because this work is not for you.
Please email me if you have some suggestions as to what should happen or
tell me about this story. The characters in this story are not practicing
safe sex and you should not imitate their behavior. Be safe and take care.

Previously:

Five minutes later some high pitched giggles overtook the ghost's ghoulish
sounds and seemed to come from a cavity near the track where a skeleton
danced in some sort of breeze. The car slowed almost to a halt as it
swerved to make the return trip.

We looked at each other, nodded and jumped out seeking the sounds that were
not ghosts. Creeping through the battered screen that cut out natural light
we discovered why Mark wanted to go on the ride. Even in the darkness some
rays of huge lights let us see his penis racing through his slender long
fingers as he stared at the action. We saw four boys bumming. Moans and
groans added to the scene as Mark wanked harder.

"Shit Steve, he's into this and the kids look younger than us. I thought he
wanted us as his boys but where the fuck did he find these young hotties?"

"Don't know but bumming, how did they learn that? I never learnt how good
it feels until Stan fucked me. Bet the boys can't cum but shit they're
going for it. Mark moved closer to the action not seeing us watching, he
patted a kid's bum as he rooted his mate. The boy's arse spread with Mark's
fingers and he sank his penis into the hole. The kid screamed as his cock
pounded his friend; Mark pushed both boys' onto the ground sinking his
muscular body over the boys back. His penis disappeared up the kid's anus
as he boy squealed.

"Take it kid and fuck your mate, time you got a man-cock and sperms up your
backside. You fucking hot dirty sexy boy." Mark groaned.

"It's too big, shit stop man, I can't take any more." The boy screamed.

Tim left me, walked over and slapped Mark's bum.


                                                                             Steve's
after School fun 5


I smelt something acrid as Tim whacked Mark's arse yelling at him but Mark
kept fucking and then I saw smoke. It blackened the air in huge swirls
descending over us. Coughing I sank close to the floor and screamed at Tim:

"Get out Tim, there's a fire, shit smell the smoke and look, some flames."

Tim turned, smacked Mark's butt hard again and started coughing.

"Get on the ground and crawl." I yelled.

 Thick black smoke swamped everything, Tim seemed invisible. Avoiding the
descending smoke cloud I moved a metre towards him. Tim's harsh cough and
thank goodness he was on the deck, let me find him.  Connecting with his
fingers and catching his arm I dragged his semi conscious body away from
the fiery flames now blasting their way through the cavity. Being young and
supple Tim had enough strength to move with me. We managed to crawl back to
the track following the rails towards the exit.

A sudden explosion like a petrol tanker bursting into flames lit the
passage let me see the end. Tim spluttered as I dragged his body slowing me
down but we had to escape whatever has happened.

Some big hands lifted me and Tim was helped by another's. We found the exit
in the arms of burly firemen and were immediately closeted by Ambulance
people and rushed to their big van. Tim cried like me and spluttered,
coughing all the time.

Suddenly another huge explosion rocked us, flames soared and the Ghost
Train turned into a blazing nightmare. Mark and the boys had no hope I
thought and what about others in the train carriages? Shit the place is a
fire ball, why the explosions? Tim tried to speak but his smoke filled
lungs made his coughing increase. I held his body as close as I could,
telling him we were lucky to be alive.  No way Mark and his boys would
survive I realized and we're bloody lucky to escape.

The ambulance people gave Tim a breathing thing and covered his shaky
body. I lay silent managing to hold his hand. Tim turned and smiled, I
clutched his fingers as the van stopped.  Someone whizzed Tim's flat bed
out and then mine moved. We ended together in a cluttered hallway. Tim said
nothing as I looked around at many beds, filled with moaning men and
boys. Finally a white-coated man looked at me and glanced over Tim:

"Okay boys, you're pretty good I see from the details on the bed-board. No
high temps or problems like the men and boys you can hear or see. I need to
find out what you saw. It's a pretty bad scenario and sadly the fire has
caused a lot of deaths. You're two lucky kids and would be good to know why
you were there and not at School. Did you see anyone making the fire?"

"Is Mark here?" I asked.

 "Don't know, who's he?

"My teacher, he knew we were having the day off same as he did, is he
okay?" I questioned.

"I don't know son, there are so many victims of this terrible fire. >From
what I heard you pulled your friend to safety missing the last
explosion. The Ghost train is a scarred blackened mess and not much hope
remains for those trapped inside. I'm taking you boys to another room. Some
people connected to the Police want to ask you a few questions. The others
here in the corridor need work on their bodies some are burnt and lucky to
get out. At least you and your friend, because of you, are safe and he'll
get relief soon once he stops coughing." The medical man said pointing at
Tim.

Our trolleys were pushed into a small room. A man lifted me onto a chair
and another checked Tim's pulse and chest. After some probing Tim sputtered
expelling all sorts of gooey muck from his raspy mouth. Eventually Tim
responded managing some words:

"Steve I couldn't talk, where's Mark and the kids?" He asked.

"Don't know," I replied slowly, "do you remember what happened?"

"Yea some of it, I know you grabbed me and it was smoky and lots of bangs
and flames, I tried to stop Mark hurting the kid then fell back, did he hit
me?"

"No Tim, I pulled you away as the smoke and flames came and then an
explosion. We stayed on the ground and lucky some men found us. We're here
in the hospital."

"You did that, oh shit Steve, if you didn't then..., fuck, where's Mark?"
Tim asked, struggling to sit up.

"Don't know Tim, maybe he's here somewhere."

"Its okay lads some men will explain what happened and they want to ask you
some questions. At least you can talk and haven't suffered any damage at
least none I can find not like the others who are in real trouble." The
medical guy explained. "I'll let them know you're okay and they can chat
with you."

After the man left Tim leant over hooking his hand on my chair. I stared as
he closed the distance reaching his fingers up and over my neck.

"I remember what you did Steve and shit man I wouldn't have got out if you
didn't drag me. It was a fire in there and the kids, shit they got burnt
and I guess the same happened to Mark. Oh fuck why did it happen?"

"I don't know Tim I wanted you to be safe we could've been with the boys."

The door opened and two men stood looking. Finally they told us who they
were and what they wanted.

"We're investigating the ghost train fire boys and you two are survivors,
sadly just five are like you, the others on the ride perished in the
fire. We'd like to ask some questions but need to have an adult present who
knows you. Have you got phone numbers of your parents so we can get them
here?" One man asked.

"My mum's busy." I answered quickly.

"Yea mine's the same but maybe Mr. Samuels will come for us Steve?"

"Hey he would, is that okay, a neighbor who knows us?" I asked the man.

"Yes we need an adult who can verify who you are and be here when we ask
questions. Have you got his phone number?"

"I have," Tim said quickly, `it's in my pocket."

The other man lifted Tim, found the paper and excused himself to use the
hospital phone.

"You know this man well enough to have his phone number with you
son. That's odd, is he a relative?" The other adult asked Tim.

"No not a relative but he's a very good friend and he lives near Steve."

"I see; you're both young boys and it's strange you carry his phone number,
is he close to your parents?" The man continued.

"He's my friend and Steve's" Tim answered quickly.

"Did he know you should be in School instead you chose to come here to the
fun park?"

"I don't know." I answered carefully.

The door opened again and both men whispered. I looked at Tim and he seemed
scared, just like me. Mr. Samuels knew about Mark of course and probably
where he was taking us after our bums were fucked in his house. Shit these
men would question us about knowing Mr. Samuels, he's an old man and I knew
my mother would be shit horrible about this if she's sober.

"I've asked Mr. Samuels to come here boys and he knows you of course so
we'll wait outside until he arrives." The man said as they left.

"Oh fuck Tim we're in the shit but what about Mark and the kids wish we
could escape now." I whispered.

"We can't and Mr. Samuels will know what to do Steve. He's clever man it's
not our fault that the ghost train burnt down." Tim blustered.

"It's not just that Tim, what about Mark and those boys, you whacked Mark's
bum, why?"

"He was fucking hurting that young kid. Shit the boy has to be at least two
years behind us at School and his cock was up his mate. Boys fuck boys but
I bet he didn't expect Mark's monster drilling him as he rooted the
kid. Shit we've both been fucked by Mark and like it but that poor kid was
screaming even though his penis was in the other boy's arse." Tim
answered. "He couldn't handle Mark's monster when he was giving the young
kid dry cums. I heard the boy moaning, loving it as we do. Then Mark
stuffed his arse. It's not fair Steve we can take it but shit, not young
boys who haven't got holes like ours, stretched and good to fuck. Mark hurt
the boy and oh fuck they must've got burnt."

Before I could reply the door opened and a nervous Mr. Samuels came into
the room.

"What the fuck has happened boys? The Police came for me and want to
interview you while I'm here. Where's Mark? I thought you were with him at
the fun park and coming back later. He said you needed a break from School
and your homes, he wanted to give you a good time."

"It was fun at first Mr. Samuels but something happened in the Ghost Train,
it caught fire and we think Mark's in there. We managed to get away and the
Police want to know what we saw and how we escaped the explosion." I said
looking at him.

"Shit and you told the Police I'd be an adult for you. What the fuck have
you done, I can't be that person, fuck I don't want to know about this,
they'll figure what happened this morning and make it difficult for Mark
and all of us. He tried to help you boys but you've stuffed up. You've got
parents, get them here." He glared, turned and bolted out of the room.

Stunned we looked as the door closed and then each other. Tim's look of
absolute horror caused me to finally crack. I did everything to stop my
tears but they came and gushed. Tim's eyes flooded and I jumped up, pulled
back his flimsy blanket and lay next to him. Arms holding each other and
tears flowing we sought each other for solace realizing that no-one wanted
us and all we have is each other.

"I can't get Mum here Tim, she'll be pissed by now and won't care about
what happened. She'll blame me as usual and tell me to fuck off." I sobbed
into Tim's soft cheek.

"I've got no-one as well Steve; my Mum will be looking for a drink by now
and probably has another lot of bruises. It's the same most mornings and
she doesn't give a fuck about what I think or do.  The Police have to get
someone they know who is old enough to be here for us I guess." He said
quietly.

We cuddled, cried, feeling each other's warmth as we did naked in bed last
night. Tim's lips found mine, we pashed tonguing each other and in spite of
my worries my cock hardened against Tim's crotch. He rubbed his penis under
my balls, my thighs clamped as he wrapped his arms around my body. We
kissed deeper sliding our tops away so our bodies were flesh to flesh.

"I want you Steve, shit I want you." Tim mouthed as we paused for breath.

"I know and it's the same for me." I answered. "What can we do now you've
recovered?"

The answer came as two Policemen came through the door.

"Boys we guess you have problems at home and we need a responsible adult
here for you. Mr. Samuels won't co-operate but we need your statements and
I've got a Policeman who deals with situations like this. It's obvious you
like being close and I guess do what young boys do but I believe you two
are different and sadly let down by people who have done more to you than
talk.  It's not my forte but my colleague will spend some time finding what
you saw and also what you know about Mark. He died in the fire and so did
five boys that were in his company. We understand he drove you to the
fun-park and he teaches one of you. He was a friend of Mr. Samuels and you
asked for him to be your adult for our questions. We'd like to know why you
chose him.  No judgments boys but you sure look as if you're very close and
looking at your tears you don't know what to do. Pete my Police mate will
help I know, so talk to him, I'll come back when you're ready to make
statements. It's important to us that you do as we have little knowledge
how the fire started and how you got out."  He said striding through the
door leaving the young Policeman at the bed end.

"We didn't do the fire." Tim struggled, it happened and Steve saved me."

"Okay son, we're sure the fire was caused by some people who wanted to get
insurance but they didn't realize people were inside and sadly at least
eight deaths have been reported. What we don't know is why some bodies were
away from the carriages near the bend where the train turned to go back to
the start. I'll tell you what we know and really appreciate you telling me
how you got out.  We know you were with Mark at the entrance to the
fun-park. The CTC pictures show the three of you entering then Mark buying
tickets which he gave you and left. A bit later Mark is surrounded by some
young boys and they climb the platform to ride the Ghost Train. We know the
man you were with is Mark as his car is still in the parking lot and the
registration gives his name and his address. He teaches at a Primary school
and you're one of his pupils Steve. What we don't know is why you weren't
at School and how you hooked up with Mark, who your friend is and how come
you were in Mark's car early in the morning at the park. It's clear you
guys know a lot more than you've said so far and judging by your choosing
to lie in one bed you're very close."

Tim shook turning his head away as the man continued:

"It's clear there's something more to all of this. I'm not here to judge
you guys. I can guess a bit but really need you to fill in some of the
pieces that are missing."

"We went to the park with Mark Sir." I said quietly.

"But why, you call him Mark, he's your teacher and you should be at School
not here with this boy." The young Policeman answered slowly.

"He's my friend Sir. We both know Mark away from School and Tim more than
me."

"Sure, I understand. What we need are a couple of addresses from you. Seems
Mr. Samuels isn't going to be an adult when we press you further. I know
where you live Steve I think and Tim you need to tell us now. I'll go and
chat to your folks and come back."

Afraid not to obey the man we told him our addresses. He smiled and walked
away. Tim clung to me as I wriggled worriedly. His sweat, like mine
dribbled as we contemplated the confrontation that would happen at our
houses.

"Shit Steve, he's going to find out something and Mark can't help, fuck he
died in there." Tim exploded in tears.

"Yes I know and you nearly did as well. It's not fair but we can't do
anything. I like the young Cop he seems to understand and shit we're in one
bed and after this morning our bums are full of spunk. Imagine if they want
to examine us, fuck they'll know we've been rooted. Mark obviously knew
those boys would be here and planned to screw that young kid behind the
screen near the train." I tried to say.

"Yea I guess you're right but he hurt the boy. We can take it Steve but the
kid really got it hard, now he's dead. Oh shit what the fuck will happen?"

"I don't know but Mr. Samuels is a dead shit as well. He liked our bums and
shared us with men and then he's so fucking scared he pissed off. Oh shit
it's too hard" I moaned as my eyes clouded.

Strangely our cocks stiffened as the emotions of the morning made us cry. I
felt Tim gently thrusting over my tummy and my cock slid easily between his
legs. We massaged wet lips with tongues that urged to enter. My arms
wrapped Tim's sweaty body as his tongue broke through and licked my mouth
so we had a dance as tears drizzled down our cheeks.  It was too much to
take and we lost each other's problems indulging in pashing, feeling and
sucking. Our bodies stank, faces coated in tear stains and cocks
leaking. Somehow we let go and all the fears pumped out of our penises as
we shot. I collapsed so did Tim, our arms clutching desperately to bodies
stuck together by sweat and cum. My eyes closed and Tim's gentle breaths
puffed evenly against my cheek as he sank against my exhausted body. He
sighed, sinking his head to my chest, wrapping his slender arms around my
back. The World can go away I thought listening to Tim's sleepy gushes as
my eyes closed and my lazy arms straddled his shoulders.


Our darkness changed when the door opened quickly and voices woke our
senses.

"Yea, you're right about these two Pete, look how they're sleeping. Fucking
bet they've had boy-fun and don't care about anything other than their
dicks."

"Hey that's rough mate." Pete said.

"Yea I guess; I've seen that kid in the old toilets near the park. He's
there all the time don't know his mate, maybe this kid got him to play."

"You saw him with men?"

"Shit yea he's a regular, would've arrested him but the bloody kids got a
tight arse. Best fuck I've had for years. Old guys queue up in the morning
to give his hole a good root. Bloody kid's the best boy-fuck around but
maybe his mate has joined him. Looks like they had some fun here and I know
Mark fucked the shit out of both boys before coming here. Poor devil, he
died in the bloody fire."

"You knew Mark was into boys?" Pete asked.

"Yea, course, he's fucked heaps in the past. Saw him this morning and he
had his cock up that kid's arse but I don't know the other one."

"Shit man, you've kept this quiet. I guess you have to but this is a
serious mess and these kids know what happened in the train fire."

"I'll bloody find out, untangle the cock-suckers and leave me with that one
for a few minutes. I'll get some answers Pete."

We shrank and Tim shook as the big Cop strutted across the room. His huge
stomach swayed with each step as he approached. Pete moved quickly and
pulled me away from Tim, shoved me back onto the chair and wheeled it to
the door. He looked back:

"I'll give you 15 minutes and go easy on the kid he nearly died in the
inferno."

I tried to stop Pete but it didn't work as he propelled me through the door
into an empty waiting room.

"Its okay son you're safe and your mate knows the man who's with him. We
have to get to the bottom of everything and it's my bet we'll know more
very soon."

"But he's going to hurt Tim," I stumbled, "He's a big man and Tim's still
upset about the fire."

"Yes, but he'll get a result and that's important. You can tell me what you
saw if you want." Pete responded.

"Will I get in trouble?" I asked slowly.

"I don't think you did anything wrong so no trouble. Be good if you tell
your story to me."

Pete's arm slid easily around my shoulders pulling me to him. I let him
hold me to his chest and sat up quickly as a familiar voice shouted through
the corridor:

"Where's my fuckwit kid, Should be at school and not worrying me, bloody
pest, I'll give him something for this the little shit. He needs a bloody
hiding that's what and his rotten father pissed off leaving me to deal with
his shit. Ah ha you're here and who's that guy holding you, fucking leave
off you and let me get at my dickhead kid." My mother roared pushing her
way through the hallway.

"Oh shit she's pissed and hates me." I looked at Pete for support.

"Its okay son, I'll deal with this." He responded standing as Mum staggered
towards us.

To be continued...