Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 12:54:38 -0400
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beginnings:  Of Gord and John Chapter 1

This is a story out of the fantasy that is my mind.  It is a
story that deals with homosexual material.  If you live in a
jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from
reading this material then please do not read any further.
Some of my stories involve young men under the age of 18,
but never under the age of 14 which is the current Canadian
age of consent. The following is a listing of other stories
I have written that you might find interesting :

Title                       Category        Date
Joes-Bar                Beginnings      07-Nov-02
Arthur-and-Joe          Beginnings      03-Apr-03
Tour-Guide              AdultYouth      15-Apr-03
Brother-Pat             AdultYouth      07-Nov-02
Father-Greg             AdultYouth      15-Apr-03
JefferyandJason         AdultYouth      18-jul-05


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Chapter 1
He didn't know what was driving him but for the past
three years every spring he found himself
overwhelmed by an irresistible urge to run. He
didn't know where, just that he had to go.   One
time he and four of his friends all took off with
some vague idea of going up to the Laurentians north
of Montreal.  Obviously something that was doomed to
failure. they were picked up by the police
in the wee hours of the morning on the approach
highway to the Jacques Cartier Bridge.

Another time he had taken off after he had gone to
bed. he had snuck out of the upstairs window and
taken off.  His brother coming to bed later for some
reason had checked up on him and found him missing.
That time he was hitchhiking west of Montreal and
had gotten a ride that had taken him to the city of
Laprarie, which was where his brother had found him.

One year he actually made it across the country.
With some money that he had taken from home he got a
train ticket to Vancouver.  Once in Vancouver no
doubt by the grace of God and God alone he did not
end up on the streets which would have been his only
option.   He had wandered about the city for the day
and that night found himself back at the train
station.  He had just enough money left to get a
fare to Kamloops that night.  Arriving in Kamloops
the next morning he began the long trek home.  He
remembered walking most of the day before getting a
lift.

He hitchhiked to Calgary Alberta, where he stayed in
a Salvation Army hostel.  The next day he found his
way no doubt by accident to the Zoo, where he was
able to scavenge some bread from the Guinea Pig
display without getting caught.  That night he was
out on the highway hitchhiking again.  He managed to
get a couple rides to take him to Medicine Hat.  It
was there that he was picked up by the police who
arranged for his trip home.  He was ready to go home
by then.

Needless to say by this time his family was frantic.
They had no idea where he was.  He had sent a
postcard to his girlfriend of the time from
Vancouver.  She had brought it over to his parents
but that was around the same time that he made the
call from Medicine Hat asking if he could come home.

When asked why he was running away however he never
had an explanation.  He could never say why.  He
came from a fairly close family.  He was well taken
care of.  He was loved that he knew.  He had no
reason, he just didn't know why he was running away.
Obviously his parents found it hard to accept his "I
don't know" as an answer to why he had run off.  But
that was all he could offer them.  He just knew that
he had to go, he couldn't help himself he just had
to go.  It was an urge that was overwhelming.  He
could not fight it.

This year however was different. This was the year
that the Civil Rights movement down in the States
was really in the news.  There was no getting away
from it.  That he had two coloured friends didn't
help.  Gord just couldn't understand how you could
hate someone just because they had a different
coloured skin.  It didn't make sense to him.  He
could understand not liking someone because they had
been mean to you, or something like that but simply
because they were of a different race or nationality
was outside and beyond his comprehension.

His parents had raised him to respect all people
regardless of their race.  As the movement gained
momentum Gord's older brother came home with books
such as "Nigger" and  "Black Like Me." Gord devoured
them. He reviewed time and again the Rosa Parks
Story and read whatever he could find about Dr.
Martin Luther King Jr., who became one of his
heroes.  How he wished he could march with Dr. King.

There were times that Gordon was ashamed of his own
white skin. He had to do something to show that all
white people weren't like those he was seeing in the
news.  They weren't all racist animals.  While the
issues and images of the marches were much in the
news there was no real ground swell of public outcry
around Montreal where Gordon lived.  People talked
about it but there seemed to be no opinion one way
or another.  In part it was probably because to the
larger population of Canada it really wasn't an
issue.

There as no segregation in Canada,  there was some
racism to be sure, but whites and coloured sat
together in the buses, and ate in the same
restaurants, shopped in the same stores.   There was
no "whites only door" and "blacks door".  It was no
unusual to see whites and coloureds together. So
other than the attitude of "those Americans", or
"they talk about freedom for all", there really was
no outcry, more just an interested disinterest.

Gordon had talked to his mother about his distress
over what was going on and how he just couldn't
understand how people could hate others simply
because of the colour of their skin.  His mother had
tried to explain to him how people were, but she
didn't understand it herself.  She just encouraged
him to continue to take the high road, that he
didn't have to be like that.

His parents had always taught their family that all
people were to be treated as equals and with
respect.  But that was as far as it went.  Gordon
continued to read everything he could find on the
subject.  Then as winter that year slowly turned to
spring, a plan started to formulate in his mind as
the old urge to run started to take over his mind.
He would go down and join Dr. King in the States.
He would have to think this out carefully.  He
obviously wouldn't just be able to walk into the
States.  His parents wouldn't just send him down
there, they wouldn't even consider it.  There was no
point in even asking.  They too had seen what
happened to the marchers, being attacked with
baseball bats and dogs and all manner of horrible
things.  They wouldn't be about to send their 16
year old son down to that.  No, he would have to go
on his own and somehow get across the border.

It was a warm day in late spring that he decided it
was time. It was a combination of that drive to run
and the culmination of his plans.  He had a little
money which he had gotten changed to American
currency and gathered together some dried fruit and
things to eat along the way.  He had no idea how
long it would take him but he had to go.  That day
he went to school as usual, except that at a certain
point he just got up and got off the bus.  His
friends told him later that that they wondered what
he was doing getting off where he did.  It was a
point along the highway just as they were leaving
one community and into another.  The highway was the
one he needed to head for the States.

The rest of the day was spent standing at the side
of the road hitching rides.  He managed pretty
easily to get a several rides to bring him down to
Sherbrooke.  He got there about noonish.  His plan
was to head down toward the border crossing at
Stanhope, then wait till night and sneak across east
of the town.  He was able to get a couple more
rides, the last one brought him right into Stanhope.
It was late afternoon when he got into the town.  He
was tired and quite hungry,  He had eaten the lunch
his mother had packed for him earlier in the
afternoon.

He sat on a park bench in a small park near the
centre of the town, and tried to figure out his next
step.  When the same police car passed by a second
time and the officer looked pointedly at him he
decided it was time to move on.  He watched which
way the car went and he crossed the street and went
down another street in the opposite direction.   He
walked around the small town a bit and came across
the border crossing.  He made some mental notes as
to its locations and then headed along a street that
seemed to run parallel to the border.  There was a
chain link fence on the border side of the street.
Gordon with his eye out for the police car,
continued to walk along the street heading East and
eventually out of sight of the actual crossing.  The
street ended at a corner so he went up a block and
turned east again at the next street.  This he
continued to do for about a mile or more always
heading toward what he figured was East.  He saw the
police officer one more time but was not seen
himself.  It was starting to get dark when he ran
out of streets all together.  The street he was on
ended but Gordon could see that there was some kind
of trail heading generally East and southerly
through what appeared to be an abandoned farmer's
field.

He followed this trail for about another half hour.
It ran through a small woodlot, and then he came to
a strip of cleared land.  It looked to be about 100
yards across.  The chain link fence he had seen
earlier ran down the middle of it,  It actually
didn't look that well maintained but it was clearly
Marked as the border crossing.  OK, he was going to
have to follow this along for a while and see if
there was someplace that he could cross and not be
caught.  Standing at the edge of the clearing he
cautiously looked back toward town, he could make
out flickering lights of what he thought was the
border crossing.  He was still too close.  He stayed
in the woodlot.  It was now starting to get toward
dusk.  He wondered what his parents were doing.
They were probably worried about him. But he had to
do this.  He would call them when he got with Dr.
King.

He walked for another hour or so.  It was almost too
dark to make anything out.  He was now walking in
the clearing right at the tree edge of the woodlot.
He could still make out the fence and he hadn't
noticed and breaks in it, and he could still see in
the distance the flickering lights of town.  Just as
he was about to give up he came when he noticed the
there seemed to be a dark shadow in the landscape of
the clearing.  He ventured out toward it and saw
that a stream and associated gully crossed the
border there.  He noticed too that the fence dipped
down to follow the contour of the land but there
were some spots that were big enough for him to
crawl under.  (Author's note:  The reader must
understand that this took place in the early 60s.
The border between Canada and the States was not as
vigorously guarded as it is today)

Gord looked around and not seeing anything or
anyone, entered into the gully well away from the
border clearing and then under the safety of the
gully made his way to the fence.  He noticed the
water although it was spring, was not that deep and
was not running very fast.  He quickly crawled under
the fence and then waded across the stream.  The
water was quite cold but only up to his knees at the
deepest.

He now had to make distance between himself and the
border.  If somehow his crossing had been detected
he had to get away before they found him.  He came
out of the gully and crawled on his belly across the
clearing.  In the distance he suddenly heard a siren
, and then another.  Obviously he had been
noticed... He got out of the clearing and ran as
fast as his tired legs could.  He wasn't sure where
he was running.  In the shadows he saw he was coming
to some trees, another woodlot.  He continued to run
through the woodlot getting snagged and hit with
branches.  When he could run no further, he climbed
a tree, one of those huge, old maples as it turned
out.  He made his way well up the tree into its
branches.  In the distance he could hear the sounds
of men talking and shouting.  Eventually he thought
he could make out that they would check it out again
in the morning.  That meant he had to be gone by
then.  He could hear the voices moving away from
him.

He leaned back against the trunk of the tree and
rested while he waited for the voices to stop
altogether.  He must have dozed off for a bit.  When
he woke suddenly with a start that almost had him
fall out of the tree, it was pitch dark.  He
carefully got out of the tree, and started walking
again.  He tried to remember which way he should be
going, but couldn't even begin to figure where he
was never he should be going.  He stumbled about for
sometime and then suddenly came out into another
opening.  In the distance he saw the headlights of a
car driving by.  He headed in that direction.  If he
walked into the chain link fence he would know that
he was in the border clearing again.

He walked cautiously but came to no fence, at least
not a chain link fence.  He did have to cross at
least three fences that bounded farmers' fields.  He
didn't know how long he walked before he finally
made it to the road.  It was a paved highway.  He
decided to follow it for a bit.  He had walked about
half an hour when he heard a car coming up behind
him.  His heart was pounding.  It was too late to
run if it was the police.  He just turned and stood
there, watching the car approach.  It slowed and
passed him then it stopped.  Gord could see it was
not the police so he ran to the car and opened the
door.

The man inside asked "goin' to Norton?"

Norton was the American border town.  Gord had to
think fast , "Uh well south of there a ways, Island
Pond"  He said.  He had memorized that part of the
map.

"I'm going by there, can take you there, hop in"

Gord got in and they were off.

It was nice and warm in the car and it wasn't a
minute or two that Gord felt himself dozing off.  It
seemed like 2 seconds later that he felt someone
shaking him.  "Hey kid where do you want out?"

Gord sat up wide eyed and looked about him.  It took
a couple seconds to remember where he was.  He saw
that he was in some small town or , which he assumed
was Island Pond.  "Wow" he said  "I must have dozed
off, uh that corner there will be just great, thanks
a lot Mister"

"No probs kid"

The man pulled over and let him out.

"Well that should get me away from the border guys"
Gord thought to himself, "but where am I?"

He saw a small caf‚ across the intersection, and
thought that he would sure like a cup of coffee or
something.  He ran his fingers through his hair and
realised that there were some twigs and stuff from
his run through the woods earlier.  He stood under a
street light and brushed himself off, then crossing
the street he entered the caf‚.

There were about 5 people there including the
waitress.  Everyone turned and looked at him as he
entered.  He hesitated at the door and then meekly
went and climbed up on one of the stools at the
counter.  He put his packsack down beside him.  He
pulled out a one dollar bill and ordered a coffee.

The waitress didn't say anything.  When she brought
the coffee to him he asked her "I need to get to St
Johnsbury, could you tell me how to get there from
here?"

"Tonight?  You gotta get there tonight?"

Gord blushed and looked around, everyone was staring
at him.  "Well I gotta get there tomorrow but I
don't know how to get there from here.  I just need
to know where the turn off is to St Johnsbury"

The waitress looked at the others and then her eyes
lit on a man in the corner.  "Hey John!  You're
heading toward Johnsbury aren't you."

"Yeah but not all the way!"  the man looked at Gord
grimly.

"Well can you give this kid a lift as far as your
place?" she said, but there was an almost unkind
tone to her voice.

Gord heard someone else snicker.  "I just need to
know which way to go" he said almost pleading.

"Suit yerself kid, go down two blocks and turn
right, that's highway 114.  Just stay on that route
and you'll get there."

She turned and wiped the counter, Gord drank his
coffee. He was about half done when 'John' got up
and left the caf‚, saying good bye to the waitress.
As he walked past Gord he brushed up against him,
but continued on and out.

A couple minutes later Gord got up and picked up his
packsack, thanked the waitress and left as well.  He
headed in the direction that he was told and found
the signs for Highway 114 as she had told him.  He
started walking.  Before he left he noticed the
clock in the caf‚ said it was going on midnight.  He
only walked about 10 minutes when he heard a car
coming up behind him.  It pulled up beside him.
When he looked over at the driver he saw that it was
'John' from the caf‚.  The man waved him to get in.
As he opened the door the man said "The cops are
patrolling, get in I'll drive you a ways" he smiled.
Gord looked, and hesitated the man looked to be
about his Dad's age.  He looked ok, so he got in and
closed the door.  They drove about another block
when they met a police car coming the other way.

The man looked over at Gord and smiled.  "He would
have picked you up too, but I don't think that he
would have taken you to Johnsbury."

"No I guess not" smiled Gord

"So you running away kid?"

Gord could feel his face burning, "Well not really,
I just have to get to the south."

"Do your folks know you're here?"

"No" Gord bowed his head

"Then my guess is you've run off."

"Yeah"

"Trouble at home?"

"No, it's just something that I need to do" Gord
didn't want to talk but it seemed this man was going
to get the information out of him regardless.

They sat in silence for a while.  They left the town
behind and were rolling down the highway.

After a few minutes the man started again.  "I'm
John by the way"

Gord looked over at him "I'm Gord"

Hi Gord, so what's so all fired important in the
south that you have to go there?  He asked
emphasizing the words Gord had used.

Gord was suddenly embarrassed, what would the man
say if he told him he was going to march with Martin
Luther King?  He was white, would he get beat up
before he even made it down there?  Would the man
understand?

"I just have to get down south, it is important, a
friend of mine is really sick and I have to get
there to visit him."  He said instead.  His mind was
reeling.  Now he had to come up with a story.

"Really? And your friend lives in St Johnsbury?"

"Uh yeah, I asked my folks if I could go see him but
they said no so I took off."  Replied Gord.

John seemed to mull that over in his mind, but said
no more.  They rode in silence for several miles.
Then they slowed down and John turned the car off
into what looked like a driveway.  "Well this is as
far as I'm goin', your welcome to come in and stay
here for the rest of the night, and get goin' again
in the morning if you like.  You look like you could
use a rest.  You're not going to get another ride
tonight."

Gord looked at the man. Was he safe to go with this
man?  He had read about kids like him that just
disappeared.

As if reading his thoughts John added.  "Don't worry
kid I won't do anything to you, I'll give you
breakfast in the morning to boot."

Gord looked at the man again and nodded his head,
but he was clearly going in to uncharted territory
for him.

They drove up what seemed like quite a long
driveway, up to a farm house.  They got out.  Gord
followed John to the door.  John opened the door and
putting his hand lightly on Gord's shoulder guided
him in.

Gord stood near the door while John went around and
turned lights on,  giving him directions to the
bathroom and telling him to sit down.

Gord took his shoes off and asked to go to the
bathroom.  When he saw himself in the mirror he was
shocked.  His face was dirty and his hair askew.  He
relieved himself in the toilet and then washed his
hands and face and tried to do something with his
hair.  He didn't want to use the man's comb that was
lying there so he did the best he could with his
fingers.

John smiled at him when he came out.  "Now that
looks better" he said "It looked like you'd been to
the war and back before" he laughed.

Gord smiled blushing, embarrassed.

I've put on a pot of coffee and made you a bologna
sandwich."  He motioned for Gord to sit at the
table.

"Uh thanks" said Gord. He had to control himself not
to wolf the sandwich down, he was so hungry "That
was real good" he said to the man sitting across
from him.  The man 'John' was not bad looking.  He
had dark brown hair and brown eyes.  It gave him a
soft look.  His face was tanned; he was lean and
strong looking.  There didn't seem to be anyone else
there.  No wife or kids or anything.  Gord looked
around the kitchen.  There was nothing special about
it.  It was clean and neat.

"Well grab your coffee and go into the living room
and sit a spell while I clean up here and make your
bed ready." Said John.  Gord got up and looked at
the clock on the wall.  It was 1:30 in the morning.

Gord took his coffee and walked into the other room
as directed.  He saw a chesterfield and a chair.  He
chose the chesterfield.  As he sat down he noticed
some magazines on the coffee table.  They were
glossy covers, and at first he didn't pay much
attention but then as he glanced back to them again
he noticed what looked like pictures of naked
bodies.  He did a double take and then glanced up
over his back toward the kitchen.

John was busy in the kitchen washing up a few dishes
when he remembered the new magazines he had gotten
that day, delivered at the bus station.  He felt
cold sweat forming in his arm pits as he moved
quickly to the living room.

Gord hesitated but looked a little closer.  The
cover showed a picture of two naked guys looking at
each other suggestively, the one man with his hand
on the other's chest, both men were half erect.
Gord looked over his shoulder again just as John
came into the room.  He could feel himself blushing
hotly.  He could also feel his cock growing in his
pants as he stared at the pictures.  He looked up at
John.  John smiled nervously back at him.

"I... uh. I guess I should have put those away"
mumbled John blushing as well.

Gord looked back at the magazines, and then back at
John "it's... uh ok."   he managed

"Have you ever seen anything like that boy?"

Gord felt his mouth go dry.  He shook his head.

"You can look at them if you like, I... uh, still
have some things to do"

Gord looked at the older man, now he was really in
territory that he never anticipated.  In his pants
his cock was doing a dance of excitement, but his
mind was reeling and he felt extremely hot.

John turned to go back to the kitchen; he looked
back at the young boy sitting there obviously
totally uncomfortable.  "Don't worry Gord, I won't
do anything to you, you are safe here."  He said
softly

Gord watched as the man left the room.  He thought
about what John had said as he left.  As he sat
there on the chesterfield, he stared at the
magazines where they lay.  He wanted to look at them
but he was afraid.  He slowly almost against his
will reached and picked the top one off the pile and
lazily flipped through it.  What he saw, what
flashed before his eyes made him feel so hot and a
strange good feeling crept over him.  He felt his
cock going rigid.  He also found that he was no
longer just flipping through the book but stopping
to look.  He couldn't help himself.

John moved about the kitchen and then made up the
bed in the spare room, wondering if the bed would be
used that night.  The boy was actually not bad
looking.  He could feel himself getting aroused.  He
had to be careful though because the boy was
probably underage. Not to mention that that didn't
really matter anyway.  It was illegal for two men
never mind a man and a young boy to be together

This was new territory for John as well.  He had
never taken anyone in to his house before never mind
a young boy.  If George the sheriff knew that this
boy was here tonight, he would have him in the
slammer so fast .   John found himself quite aroused
and frightened at the same time.

A few moments later he went to the living room.
Gord was deeply engrossed in the magazine and
clearly aroused.  He didn't at first hear John
coming in.  He jumped when he realised that he was
there.  He blushed deep red as he fumbled to put the
magazine back on the table.

John sat down in an easy chair in the corner so that
the boy would feel more at ease.  "That's ok son,"
he said, "They're my magazines and no one else is
here to see you looking at them and I already told
you that you could look at them."  He smiled at the
boy, smiled in part at his discomfort, and partly to
be friendly.

Gord had never felt so hot, embarrassed and aroused
both at the same time.  He looked up at John sitting
there.  As he took in the man's smile and face he
found himself relaxing a bit.  The man looked
friendly enough.  He glanced back at the magazine
that he had been looking at.

"Some good pictures in there aren't there?  Asked
John.

"Uh . yeah. I guess"  what he wanted to say was
"'Fuckin' hot pictures"  but "Uh. yeah" was all that
came out

"You got a girlfriend?"

Gord shook his head again.

"Go ahead" repeated John "have a look at the other
one as well, it has some great pictures as well"

Gord picked up the other magazine and flipped
through the pages.  It was full of athletic young
men posing naked, some with impressive cocks.  Gord
could feel his on cock expanding in his pants.  Why
was he feeling this way?  He shouldn't be getting
excited about seeing naked men.  The thing was that
he had always gotten that when he thought about sex.
Invariably he would imagine the male partner.  He
had seen some of the magazines his brother was
hiding in his room but they were all about girls.
Gord never found any big deal about seeing a naked
girl, but what he couldn't understand was why he
wasn't interested.  All the other guys his age were.
No he was always thinking about the guys when they
talked about being with this girl or that.

John watched the boy; the tip of his tongue traced
his lips.  He could see the boy was flushed and
obviously aroused by what he was seeing.

Gord looked up at John and smiled weakly.

"You like what you see son?"  John asked him.  Gord
didn't answer but looked back down at the book.

"You ever been with another guy?"

Gord shook his head.

 "Ever wonder what it would be like?"

Gord looked up at the man.  John moved over to the
chesterfield to sit beside Gord.  Gord didn't know
what to do but he didn't move away, he just sat
there, now looking into the man's eyes.  "I... I
uh... "  was all that he could manage.

John pointed to a picture that he had just opened
to; it was a picture of a young boy about his age.
He was sitting with an older man.  Both were naked
and kissing.  The older man's hand was on the young
boy's thigh.  The boy's cock was erect and standing
up. "Almost like you and I" he said in a soft voice.

John brought his hand up to the Gord's face and with
the back of it gently stroked his cheek.  Gord felt
the electric shock of that touch fly through his
body and taking residence in his now hard penis.  He
thought he was going to cum right there and then.
His breathing was almost laboured.  The magazine
slipped out of his hands and onto the floor.

"That's ok son, there is nothing to be afraid of, I
won't hurt you, and I think you want this don't
you?"  John leaned forward as he said this and
kissed Gord lightly on his lips.  Gord for his part
could only moan slightly.  He felt John's one hand
on his leg as the other slipped around the back of
his neck and drew him closer.

Gord's mind was working overtime.  It was telling
him that this was not right while at the same time
his body was melting into this man's will.  He felt
John's tongue probing at his lips while his hand was
gently stroking his thigh, softly pushing to get
between his legs.  Gord relented and slowly opened
both his mouth and legs to the man.  With a sigh he
leaned back allowing John to lay him down on the
couch and lay on top of him.  He had never in his
life felt so good.  His body was a mass of tingling
electric shocks of unimaginable erotic pleasures.

They lay there for several minutes kissing and
caressing.  After some moments John sat up again and
whispered "Are you liking this Gord?"

"Oh yes" was all Gord could say.

"How about we go and get a bit more comfortable
then" suggested John getting up and taking Gord's
hand.  "Looks like you could use a shower."  He led
the boy into the bathroom.

John turned on the bathtub tap "We're going to take
a shower together and then we are going to bed ok?"

With that John reached and started to unbutton
Gord's shirt.  Gord could only stand there and allow
this to happen.  He was flushed with sexual tension,
he wanted this so much, all the warnings in his mind
were gone; he wanted this man.  He couldn't believe
what was happening to him.  The man was kissing his
body as he was undressing him.  Gord felt his
nipples being tweaked and gently pinched and then
sucked on.  It was exquisite the feelings that that
produced in him.  He felt the excitement building in
him as his shirt was removed for him and the man
undid his belt.  He reacted as he felt the man's
hand graze over his cock underneath the fabric as he
lowered the zipper of his jeans.  John lowered his
pants and he stepped out of them.then John knelt
before him, smiled up at him and gently kissed his
cock still encased in his briefs.  He watched as the
man traced Gord's cock with his fingers and then
hooking his fingers under the band of his briefs
lowered them to the ground as well.   What he felt
next sent stars exploding before his eyes. The man
had taken his cock into his mouth.  It felt hot and
wet and it enveloped his cock with sensations such
as he had never felt in his life.  His knees almost
buckled as he moaned out loud.

John only sucked on the boy's cock for a moment.
The boy was so sensitive at his touch that he was
afraid he would cum right there and then.  John
didn't want that to happen yet.  He got up on his
feet and undressed himself before the lad.

Standing naked Gord watched John undress and then
turn on the water.  They both stepped into the
shower and John pulled the curtain and turned on the
showerhead.  Then he turned to the young man with
him and with water pouring over them he pulled the
boy to him in full embraced and kissed him, tongues
dancing their dance of love.

Gord's penis was aching it was so hard.  He reached
down and started stroking it, but John stopped him.
"Not yet."  He whispered in Gord's ear.  John
continued to kiss and caress this boy that was
clearly under his spell.  He wasn't going to get a
lot of sleep tonight.

John took some soap and slowly and gently washed the
boy.  Starting with his chest and back and arms and
working down the torso.  As he did this he carefully
studied the boy that he had here.  The lad was a
trifle thin but he had a beautiful cut cock.  It
must be 7.5 inches at least, he thought.  He was
going to enjoy this boy.

Gord just stood there under the water, and allowed
this stranger to wash him.  He was on the verge of
cumming the whole time.  The man seemed to know this
and took extra care not to let him.   Gord could not
believe the delicious feeling of the man gently
soaping and cupping his cock and testicles in his
hands.  John shampooed Gord's hair massaging his
head, and then rinsed him off.   When he was done
the man took him once more into a deep kissing
embrace and then turned off the water.  They stepped
out of the tub together.  John grabbed a towel and
dried Gord off.

When they were both dried off John led Gord to his
bedroom and pulled him into the bed with him.  Under
the covers he again drew him close.  There was no
longer any hesitation and he found that the boy was
also exploring his body, gently and tentatively
stroking his member.  The touch of his young hands
on his rod made him shudder with erotic pleasure.

Gord couldn't believe what was happening to him.  He
had never in his young life felt anything like this.
The touch of this man's skin on his.  The feel of
the man's tongue moving with his, exploring each
other's mouths.  The feel of the man's hands on his
body.  The feel of the man's penis in his own hands.
The man wasn't huge but it was nicely shaped like
his own cock and it felt so good to feel the heat of
it in his hand.  His thumb was sliding on the fluid
that always came before the "main event" He loved
the feel of it; it was always so velvety smooth.

"You like this my boy?" the man asked him softly in
his ear

"Ohhnnnn yesssss!  This is so good" he whispered.

John started to kiss Gord down his neck, and then on
to his chest. He stopped and teased Gord's nipples
biting them softly, again sending shock waves
through him.  Gord brought his hand up and held
John's head as the man continued to work his way
down his body.  His head was rolling back and forth
in his ecstasy.

John was now down at his belly button, licking it,
poking his tongue rapidly in and out of it.  With
one hand he was working the head of Gord's cock
which was profusely oozing precum.  With the other
hand he was caressing his chest and worrying his
nipples.  Gord was in seventh heaven.  It felt as if
he was floating above it all.  It was like he was
being bathed in the most exquisite ocean of emotions
and feelings.  He wanted it never to end.  He
continued to encourage John with his hands on the
man's head and his involuntary moans and groans of
extreme pleasure.

John slowly worked his way down so that he was now
nuzzling in the "fur' at the base of this beautiful
rock hard cock.  Gord obviously wanted him and he
was going to have him.

He lifted his head slightly and licked his lips.
What Gord felt next made him scream out as he felt
his cock explode.  The heat and wetness of John's
lips and tongue sliding down over his cockhead was
more than he could handle.  He sat bolt up moaning
out his love into this man's mouth holding his head
in a tight hug.

John half figured that the boy would cum as soon as
he touched him with his mouth, but the response was
more than he had bargained for.  The boy sat right
up and enveloped his head in a vice grip hug.  In
sitting up he found the cock which immediately
started to throb out huge spurts of an incredible
feast of cum, forced to the back of his throat.  He
found not only was this massive cock back there but
his throat was being filled with copious amounts of
cum and he was being held close so that he couldn't
breathe.  He swallowed as quickly as he could.
However in doing that he found that he was
swallowing the head of the cock down his throat as
well, eliciting another scream from the boy.

John managed with his semi-free arm to push Gord
back down.  The boy lay back moaning.  He glistened
in sweat his body quivering all over from the
experience.

John moved back up to lay beside the Gord and they
embraced once more kissing.  As they kissed John
shared some of his cum with him.

Gord broke off the kiss and softly said, I want to
do you too, I want you to have what you just did to
me...  "He paused as he looked into John's dreamy
brown eyes... "But I don't know exactly how, will
you show me?"

John nodded and adjusted some pillows behind him as
he half sat up.  Gord manoeuvred himself between the
man's legs and gently lay his face against the
waiting cock.  It felt so good to feel the heat of
the man's member against his cheek.  He could feel
himself getting hard again.  John told him how to
work his way gently up the shaft licking his cock as
he went.  Gord looked at the head of the cock as it
was presented to him and could see that it was wet
with precum.  He, without thinking, opened his mouth
slightly and sucked the fluid off the tip.  The
precum lubricated his lips and he slowly slid his
mouth over the head.  John groaned in the pleasure
of the moment.  This boy didn't need a lot of
instruction he was a natural.  He whispered a
caution about his teeth and then leaned back and
allowed the boy to do his work.

Gord allowed the cock to slip into his mouth. It
felt incredible to have the man in his mouth.  The
precum tasted good just like his own, slightly salty
and very slick.  He slowly slid the flesh further
into his mouth.  At one point he started to gag as
it hit the back of his throat, but he backed off a
bit.  He felt John's hands on his head and was
encouraged by the groans of encouragement that he
was giving him.  He could feel that he had another
raging hardon, and reached down to feel it.

John seeing that the boy was once again hard,
stopped Gord for a moment and they rearranged
themselves so that they were sucking each other.
This only served to make Gord that much more
excited.  He could sense that John was approaching a
climax.  He was that much more insistent in his
action on the man's cock and with his hands
caressing the man's body.  At one point he brought
one hand in behind John's sac and was stroking along
his crack, his fingers probing deeper between the
cheeks.  As he did so he came in contact with the
sphincter opening.  In the intensity of the moment
and the sounds of encouragement from John he probed
at the opening and was able to push his finger in.
This resulted in a groan from John and that resulted
in a jolt of pleasure coursing through his own body.

John was now almost at the point of no return. He
let go of Gord's cock and threw his head back and
groaned out loud.  "OHHHNN FUCK MAN you are so
Gooooood!!!!"

With that Gord sucking the cock back into his mouth
as deep as he dare found himself the recipient of a
massive delivery of hot creamy man love.  He gagged
at first but then started to swallow it down.  It
was delicious.  He sucked hard on John's cock
wanting to make sure that he got it all.  It was
incredible.

John couldn't believe how good he was feeling at the
mouth of this boy.  He once again took Gord's cock
in his mouth and shortly received another, although
smaller, load of cum down his throat.  He moved back
up to face the young man that he had picked up on
the side of the highway several hours earlier.  They
smiled at each other and kissed again. John pulled
the covers over them and they fell asleep, Gord's
head laying on John's shoulder.

John woke first that morning.  He slowly came out of
the fog between sleep and wakefulness.  The first
thing that he became aware of was that there was
another body in his bed with him.  At first he felt
a surge of panic and then with a smile he remembered
the night before and the runaway.  As he opened his
eyes he saw Gord, lying beside him nestled in
against him one arm across his belly.  John
carefully lifted the arm off him and edged out of
the bed trying not to wake the boy.  The boy mumbled
something in his sleep and curled up in a foetal
position and continued to sleep

John looked at him for a moment and then went to the
bathroom to relieve himself.  As he thought of the
previous night he felt that warm feeling of
contentment.   Never had he had such a fulfilling
session with any man.  Not that he had that much
opportunity but this was something special.  Most of
what he could get was furtive, in the back seat
types of things.  But this, this was something else.
This boy was right into the whole experience, and
his attention was reciprocated.

John took a shower and then returned to the bedroom.
Gord was still asleep so John quietly got dressed
and went to the kitchen and started to get some
breakfast together.  The bacon was about ready and
the coffee perking on the stove when he heard some
movement coming from the bedroom.  He looked up in
time to see the boy disappear into the bathroom.  A
moment later he heard the familiar sound of urine in
the toilet bowl.  He could hear the water running in
the bathroom so he went over to the door, and called
in softly "Gord there are towels in the little
cupboard in the corner.  If you need anything let me
know Ok?  And breakfast is almost ready"

He heard a muffled "OK" in response.  He smiled as
he hurried back to tend to the bacon.

As Gord came out of the Bathroom he put the eggs on
to fry.  "About one minute and everything will be
ready"  Gord went in to the bedroom and not a
minute later he was in the kitchen smiling.  John
called him over, and gave him a hug and a kiss, then
told him to sit down, while he served breakfast.
They ate in silence.  Gord couldn't have enjoyed the
meal more.  When they were done he thanked John
profusely for the meal.  And then he kind of hung
back.  He shyly offered to help with the dishes
which was accepted.  This was also done pretty much
in silence.  Both men deep in their own thoughts
wondering what was going to happen now.   Finally
John spoke up.  "I ... uh I guess you'll be wanting
get on the road... unless..."  he left the sentence
hanging.

Gord caught the hesitation but said "I think so, I
have to get to..." there were tears in his eyes,
"John" he started softly, "last night was something
I never experienced before and it was so beautiful
and I wish it would never end but I have to go
south, I... I... "  The tears were coursing their
way down his cheeks as he stood there in the middle
of the room.  John hurried over to him and enveloped
him in his arms.   "That's ok"  he said softly, "I
understand, Maybe someday you'll come back this way
again."

Gord held the man close "I would like that John, I
would like that very much" he replied in just above
a whisper.

They kissed tenderly, Gord looked through his tears
into John's eyes.  "I would like to make love to you
again John"

John smiled, "how about we wash your clothes and
when they are ready I will drive you to St
Johnsbury. While we are waiting for your clothes I
would like to make love to you too"

Moments later they were once again under the covers
in the bed.  Gord was lying on his back with John on
top of him.  Their hard cocks lying on his stomach
between them.  Gord had his arms around John's neck
and his legs wrapped around his legs like he never
wanted to let him go.  They were kissing and just
enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies.

John sat back on his knees between Gord's legs
looking down at this beautiful boy beneath him.   He
backed up a bit and whispered for Gord to just lay
there.  He leaned forward and sucked the boy's cock
into his mouth.  He massaged it with his tongue for
several seconds and then released it again, nibbling
down the shaft.  At the base of the cock he noticed
something he hadn't noticed the previous evening,
the boy only had one ball in his sac.  He gingerly
took it into his mouth, it was huge and felt so good
there.  He heard Gord suck in his breath and moan
slightly.  He released the treasure continuing to
lick the ball sac and then work his was further down
behind it.  Gord automatically lifted his legs to
allow him entry.  For the next several minutes he
licked and probed with his tongue at the boy's
sphincter opening.

Gord was beside himself with pleasure, as he felt
John's tongue attacking him.  Then he felt a
momentary discomfort as John slid a finger into the
opening as he had the night before.   The discomfort
was replaced with another feeling that Gord couldn't
quite place except that it was pleasant.

John gently worked with first one finger relaxing
the opening.  He manoeuvred himself so that he was
once again licking at the base of the boy's cock and
slowly up it to the head.  Gord seemed to be totally
relaxed so John added another finger in past the
sphincter muscle.  As he did so he could feel the
prostate and began to massage it.  Gord's cock
jumped as did Gord at the first touch  "OHHHhhhhhhh
YEEeaaah"

John continued to massage the prostate gently adding
another finger.  Gord was now totally relaxed.  Not
removing his fingers he repositioned himself on his
knees between Gord's legs.  He spit on his free hand
and added that to the precum that was oozing out of
his cock, completely lubricating it.  He then
removed the fingers from the boy's ass and lifted
him up so that only his upper back and shoulders
were on the bed.  His cock was now at the opening
that had just been vacated by his fingers.  He
pushed gently against the opening and slid in.

Gord watched as John positioned himself and lifted
him up.  He was in a state of complete euphoric
bliss and relaxation.  He felt the man's cock
pressing at his opening and the sudden pain of the
entry caused him to suck in his breath again but the
muscle was so well worked that the pain left almost
immediately and John was able to enter him easily.

John knew that he was not going to be able to hold
out long.  He was in such a heightened state of
sexual excitement.  From the look in Gord's eyes it
would not be long for him either.  He slid right in
so that his cock was completely engulfed by the
boy's body.  He could feel the delicious heat as he
started to slowly pump in and out of the lad.  He
was right he almost immediately started to feel that
familiar sensation that brought him to a climax.
"Ohhnnnn Gord, I'm going to cum, Ohhnnnn fuck you
are making me feel so good"  Tears coursed down his
cheeks as he felt himself explode in a powerful
orgasm.  He was pumping hard and fast now as he felt
his love juices surge out of him.  His whole body
was in the orgasm.

Watching this man fucking him made Gord wildly
excited.  That first stab of pain was quickly
replaced by an indefinable feeling of completeness.
They were one.  As he watched John build up to his
orgasm his own body responded all by itself so that
when John groaned out his pleasure Gord's cock burst
forth with it's own eruption of seed.  There was no
stopping it, there was no sense having to try, it
just was so right as they both came together.  John
inside him and he on his face and chest and belly.

Both man and boy were panting as John slowly lowered
Gord back down to the bed, and collapsed on the boy,
his cock sliding out of the boy.  They kissed deeply
for several minutes just enveloped in that
transported afterglow that comes with the deepest
expression of love.

Finally John stirred and moved himself off the boy
"I guess we had better get you clothes into the
dryer and from the looks of us we should get a
shower, so that we can get you on the road.  He said
softly.

"Yeah" replied Gord barely audible.  "That was so
good John, that was so good"

John bent down and kissed Gord and then taking his
hand helped him get out of the bed, leading him to
the shower.  "You get started I'll put the clothes
in to the dryer and join you in a moment."

Gord was enjoying the warmth of the water pouring
over him when John joined him a few moments later.
The touch of the older man immediately caused him to
respond with his penis growing hard.  They hugged
and kissed under the water for several moments and
then washed each other, before getting out and
drying off.   Gord wrapped a large bath towel around
himself as he waited for his clothes to finish
drying.  John who had gotten dressed had gone to the
kitchen as was putting some lunch together.

He was busy at the sink when he noticed a car coming
up the driveway.  "Oh fuck!!!  Gord!"

Gord came running into the kitchen "What??"

"SHIT!!! It's the sheriff, get into the bedroom and
into the back of the closet quickly!  They are
likely looking for you and they may think that I
picked you up.  If you are caught here with me we
will both be in big shit, quick now and not a sound,
and don't come out till I call you!"