Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 16:13:37 -0700 From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com> Subject: THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN 11 Thanks to all of those who have been reading my stories. I appreciate your continued support. This will be the eleventh chapter of this story. May everyone enjoy this story as much as the others. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy involving consensual gay sex between young men and older men, as well as love among men. The people in the story do not use protection because diseases do not exist here. In real life, PLEASE ALWAYS USE PROTECTION WHEN ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Also, if this sort of material offends you, is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE LEAVE THIS SITE NOW! This story is copyrighted by Harrison Westbourne. It can ONLY be downloaded for personal enjoyment, NOT for republication or sale and distribution. If you wish to provide feedback, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to contact me, using the story title as the subject line, using the email address: harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com In order to keep this site free, please consider a donation by using this code: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy this story, please visit my other stories at these locations: INCEST / DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/westbridge-spirit/ COLLEGE / HUMAN BIOLOGY IN THE GREENHOUSE http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/human-biology-in-the-greenhouse SCIENCE FICTION / FANTASY / FINDING LOVE ON THE RED PLANET http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/finding-love-on-the-red-planet Recap of Chapter 10 of THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN XAVIER It was a great Saturday except for yet another intrusion by this mystery stalker. With my attack, the brake incident and this latest thing, I wished whoever it was would just go away. My life here was still better than I ever thought it could be. As we finished the Monopoly game, the phone rang, I answered it and almost dropped the receiver. The voice on the other side was one I thought I would never hear again. "Hello, are you still there?" the voice on the other end asked. Regaining my composure, I answered, "Yes, who exactly is this?" THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN: CHAPTER ELEVEN (11) XAVIER "I'm glad I finally found you." the man said at the opposite end of the receiver. "This is your grandfather, Isaac." Finally finding my voice, I responded that I recognized him. Expressing my confusion, I wanted to discover how he managed to locate me. I could hear the condescension in his voice as he explained that a lawyer had contacted him shortly after I ran away. The attorney told him that an adoption was pending and their signature giving up all-custody rights was needed. Since I am a sinner and an abomination to them, they agreed almost immediately and considered the matter complete. My blood began to boil as a demanded to know why, if they gave me up, he was bothering to contact me now. He swallowed and simply said that my grandmother, Rachel, was extremely ill and dying. She had been found to have cancer that was beyond treatment and made up her mind to ask to see me. I felt conflicted about her sickness as well as if I would visit her. Asking how soon he needed a reply, he said the doctors had given her about six weeks. I needed to think and promised to get back in 48 hours. He gave me the name of the hospital and her room number before hanging up. I was standing there holding the phone as Jeff came around the corner to fine me. Since it was off the hook, it had begun to make that annoying sound to tell one to hang up. My face was frozen in a look of confusion as my mind swirled with what I had just learned. Touching my should and causing me to jump, Jeff asked who had called. I simply burst into tears and threw my arms around the man who had saved me. Between sobs, I managed to explain what had transpired. He led me into the living room where everyone else was waiting, I sat down as Jeff told them what I has said. Glenn took over and held me close as I began to pepper them with questions. Should I go see her? If I do, what do I say? Can I trust my grandfather? It got me so nervous that I almost started to hyperventilate. Getting me calmed down, Jeff called his lawyer to verify what my grandfather told me about the adoption. He also wanted to learn if there was any legal action they might be able to take at this time. Discovering that we were protected legally, he ended the call. My grandparents had signed away their rights and had no other recourse. He confirmed that Rachel was terminally ill and only has a few weeks. The lawyer also recommended that it I wanted some closure it might be a good idea to visit and see what she had to say. It seemed like a wise suggestion since I had been seeing a therapist for that exact reason. The encounter might not answer every question but it could alleviate some of my anxiety and anger. The next morning I called my grandfather, making certain that it was after the time he would be home from church. He answered on the second ring and told me that e was just heading back out to go see his wife. I let him know that I had decided to make a visit and we set a time and date. Thanking me for getting back to him so quickly, we ended the call. Jeff, Roger, and Glenn agreed to come with me for moral support and make sure I didn't lose my temper. Now I had an enormous headache and stated that I was going to take a nap. Glenn wrapped his arm around me and escorted me to our room. He gave me two aspirin and got me into my sleeping shorts and made him lay down. Putting on some soft, relaxing music, I kissed him before lowering the lights. He then went back to join Jeff and Roger as they worked on the small rose garden we established in the back yard. The headache took forever to ease and made it difficult to rest comfortably. When I did finally fall into a restless seep, my mind started working overtime conjuring images of me being dragged away from my family and thrust back into the religious nightmare that my grandparents created. Hours of church, prayer, and punishment combined with endless lectures about my "sinful" behavior was all I could expect to look forward to until I had completed school and got a job and home of my own. There would have been no chance for me to date or go anywhere without a chaperon since it wasn't considered proper. None of these things was nearly as horrible as the beatings and required fasting. I was certain that my grandparents would have changed our names and moved far away from anyone I now considered family. Not being able to see or communicate with Glenn, Jeff, or Roger gave me fits and I felt my heartbeat quicken. The worst part of this dream showed me being locked up in a hospital to receive therapy to cure my homosexuality. At that point, I woke up unsure of exactly where I was. Realizing that I was still in my own room, I went to the bathroom and washed my face before heading outside to join the rest of my family. We worked for a couple of hours to make the rose garden look neat and well-manicured. Once the plants started to bloom, this area would be a pleasant oasis for relaxation. There was a small gazebo with a bench swing near the rear that gave one a complete view of the rest of the yard. Small boxwood hedges lined the pathways and separated the various beds from one another. As far as the roses, we had climbing varieties set on trellises, miniature varieties in planters, and almost every color flower available. The open ground was covered with a low growing sedum, which resembled moss and loved partly shady areas. It would take about a year for everything to fill the garden but it was well worth the effort. After we finished, each couple went to shower and dress since Glenn's mom and her boyfriend were joining us for dinner. She met him shortly after my attack since he worked at the hospital where I was a patient. Charles was an X-ray technician who enjoyed bowling, cooking, and sailing. He stood 6 feet even and had a slightly muscular body from years of playing rugby in college. His ash blonde hair and hazel eyes complimented his light tan complexion. Glenn had met him a couple of times and seemed to approve of him dating his mom, especially since she had been alone for so long. I know we met also but I wasn't in the best condition to really recall it. They were starting to get somewhat serious as a couple and dated each other exclusively. The couple arrived and we had a few moments to chat before the limo came to drive us to the restaurant. Jeff had made reservations at one of Chicago's premier establishments. The driver chauffeured our little group in great style and even helped each of us out when we got to our destination. Entering the front doors, our maitre'd greeted Jeff and showed us to a private dinning room. Once seated, our waiter came and took our drink orders before quietly slipping away while we each debated our meal. Upon returning, our dinner selections were given and the meal began. We talked about school, work, and personal issues. I told Suzanne about my grandfather's call and asked what she felt I should do. After taking a moment to consider her response, she told me I might feel a sense of emptiness if I didn't get a chance to bury the hatchet. She was right that I harbored a great deal of anger against my grandparents and it would be nice not to have that hanging over my head. The rest of our evening was just as enjoyable with all of us eating way too much. This binging included a stop for large banana splits for dessert. By the time the limo got us back to the house, it was almost 11 pm. Suzanne and Charles kissed Glenn and I before thanking Jeff and Roger for the fun night. Since it was late, everyone headed up to their respective bedroom. My two cats were cuddled by each other on the small sofa near the window and meowed until we greeted them. Satisfied with the brief rubs, they shifted position and returned to slumber land. Glenn and I headed in to take a quick shower before crawling in our bed. Using the waterfall head, we bathed one another tenderly and scrubbing the grime of the day away. It was warm and soothing to be held by the one you love. Kissing each other made both of us feel slightly horny. Rinsing the soap from our bodies, Glenn dropped to his knees and took my growing cock in his fiery mouth. I could only moan and lean against the wall to avoid falling down. He sucked me slowly at first using his hands to caress my testicles, which just made me hotter. The combination of the hot water and our sexual needs caused me to shoot a large load which Glenn swallowed hungrily. I took a moment to kiss him before kneeling down to return the favor. He smelled of soap and water as I deep throated his erection. Moans of pleasure filled the shower coming from both of us. Thrusting slightly, I attempted to make it go slowly but passion took over and he was soon emptying his cock in my mouth. By this point, we were weak and ready to hit our soft, warm bed. A final rinse and then we toweled each other before running to get under the blankets. I curled my bask up to Glenn's chest and we drifted off to sleep just as the cats joined us on the comforter, ANONYMOUS MALE I am getting really frustrated with Glenn. He seems to ignore all the little clues and gifts that I send to him. To make matters worse, I can't send them to Xavier's house anymore since the police are on alert for another incident. Maybe my next surprise will cause him to wake up and leave that trollop. I hope that it does or I may have to target the source of all my problems: Xavier. JEFF The dinner went extremely well and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves completely. Xavier made sure that Charles felt welcomed as did Glenn. After we finished and returned home, my two young men headed upstairs for some alone time. It made my heart swell to see the two lovers hug and kiss with such true affection. As I stood there musing, Roger came behind me and whispered in my ear. He told me how much he was going to enjoy ripping my clothes off. I was instantly hard and pushed back before grabbing his hand and running to our room. Closing the door and lowering the lights, I sat him on the bed and started to slowly strip. The lust in his eyes became almost electric the further I got. In my mind, I still found it difficult to understand how I deserved this wonderful man. Approaching the bed slowly, I peel each article off as teasingly as possible. You can almost hear Roger pant and his heart speed up as I reveal more and more naked flesh. His eyes scan my body from head to toe but always return to lock eyes with mine. Smiling, he is rubbing his lacks as the mound of his tool begins to grow larger. It makes me try even harder to entice my lover with each move I make. I have almost everything off as I drop to my knees in just my tight boxer briefs and stalk towards my man's legs. Sliding my hands up his legs, I spread them with my hands on his knees and raise up to kiss his lips. We kiss long and deep and my hands remove his shoes and slide towards his belt. Undoing his buckle and zipper, I tug at his pants as his lifts his ass so I can slide them off his legs. Never breaking our lip lock, I unbutton his shirt after flinging his tie to the floor. His jacket was throw over a chair by him when we entered the room so this would be the last major hurdle to having him undressed. Flinging his shirt over my back, he lifted me up and rolled on top of me, stroking my body with his hands the entire time. I could feel his hardness through his shorts as we ground our crotches together. Pulling away for a quick breath, I whispered, "I love you so much." "I know and feel the same way for you," He replied, with a devilish grin on his handsome face. We kissed each other until our shorts were soaked with sticky precum. I rolled on top and began moving down to remove the offending items before swinging into a 69 position. Taking his throbbing cock in my hand, I could feel its warmth as I licked the length savoring the sweet fluid dripping on its sides. A loud moan came from Roger's throat as I used my lips to kiss the tip and slowly wrap it in my wet mouth. It felt so hot and large as I swallowed every inch. As I reached the base, I felt warm, wet lips take my own dick inside. The room became filled with the sounds of sucking and moaning as we pleasured one another. Passion was evident as our movements started to get more frantic and energetic. We continued until I desired something even more intimate. Taking advantage of a breathing pause, I begged my lover to make love to me. He sprung into action, retrieving the lube from the nightstand and using his fingers to begin opening my ass. On my back, Roger prepped me as he leaned in to kiss me. I moaned and pushed back wanting more and more from him. Finally, he moved my legs onto his shoulders as he positioned his cock at my tight hole. Using some pressure, he entered me and I felt complete as each inch filled me to the brim. When he was finally all in, his hips twisted to make sure he hit every pleasure button. Starting to thrust in and out, we kissed and grabbed each other as though our lives depended on it. The wild abandon of our love making just carried us to new heights of ecstasy and desire. For ten minutes or so, we were acting like rabbits and making lots of noise. Finally, I felt my climax coming and shouted as I erupted all over both our chests. Roger followed by filling me shortly after as I squeezed his cock with my ass. We rested for a few moments and then washed up in a quick shower before returning to our bed. Pulling back the sheets, we had set up the soft music and lowered lights when we heard the noise outside. It sounded like a bomb had gone off and suddenly there was a large flash of light outside the window. Looking into the front yard, I was horrified to see a large fire burning just inside the fence. As Roger dialed 911, I rushed downstairs to the front door. Xavier and Glenn were right behind me as I yanked it open to discover that someone had started a bonfire in our gazebo. The entire structure was engulfed in bright yellow flames as the three of us stood there staring. All of a sudden, a large rock comes flying onto the porch with a piece of paper attached. Using a pair of my left-over medical gloves, Roger picks up the rock and reads the note. Scrawled in bright red letters of what appeared to be nail polish, are the following words: THIS IS YET ANOTHER WARNIG. LEAVE MY TRUE LOVE ALONE AND YOU WILL BE SAVED. IGNORE ME AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE WILL SUFFER. There is no signature or indication of who is the intended recipient. Police and fire teams arrive and begin working the scene. An officer bags the rock and note after thanking Roger for using gloves to avoid damaging the evidence. Each of us was interviewed about our memories of tonight's event. When reminded of the dead raccoon and the hate attack, they begin to link the three cases. None of us can figure out who to whom the note was written. Xavier has been the one targeted in a hate crime so we assume it was meant for him but who sent it is a mystery. The lead detective assures us that a car will be stationed in front of the house and we will be given escorts when outside the residence. As the fire is extinguished, investigators find evidence of a small detonation device that was timed to go off. It appears that this fire was a bomb meant to explode at a later time in order to injure one or more of us when we were in the garden near the structure. For the rest of the night, we are taken to a hotel under police protection until the search for clues is complete. Nobody again notices the strange vehicle parked at the opposite end of the block with the dark figure watching the entire course of events. TO BE CONTINUED... Please consider a donation by using this code: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy this story please visit my other stories at these locations: INCEST / DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/westbridge-spirit/ COLLEGE / HUMAN BIOLOGY IN THE GREENHOUSE http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/human-biology-in-the-greenhouse SCIENCE FICTION / FANTASY / FINDING LOVE ON THE RED PLANET http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/finding-love-on-the-red-planet