Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2006 20:16:28 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Running Boy Chapter 12.

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                           CHAPTER TWELVE

Usually, I only see Philip when we run together. There's no chance of
talking to him then, there are too many kids around. He's always with
Alex in any case. It's lunchtime when I spot him strolling out
towards the playing field. I walk across to him.

"Hi Phil, how's it going?" I say brightly.

We continue walking in the direction of the sports field. "Pretty
cool. You?" he responds.

"Yeah! It seems we have something in common, apart from running."

He looks at me quizzically.

"Your ex-boyfriend," I continue.

His eyes widen so much they're in serious danger of falling out.

"You? You're .. going with Jake?" he stammers.

I nod.

"Fuck!" he says quietly. His eyes are still the size of saucers. "I'd
no idea you were gay! You've kept that quiet!"

"So have you! I had no idea either until Jake told me."

"Yeah. Well Jake's okay; I liked him a lot."

"He says he screwed up with you, you know?"

"Yeah. It's not that I wasn't up for it; I guess he just rushed it a
bit, made me really sore."

"Yeah. He says he doesn't want to make the same mistake with me."

"Are you up for that?"

"Yeah."

"Have you, you know.. done it before?"

"Yeah."

"Wow! I was always too scared to do that at prep school."

"Jake says you met someone your own age. Is it Alex?"

He grins. "I wish! No, Alex is straight, totally! He gets horny, of
course, like everyone else, I guess. I've got as far as sucking him
off a couple of times. He loved it! Came loads! But I knew he wasn't
really into it, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess. He knows you're gay then?"

"Oh yeah! He's totally cool about it. He sort of looks after me."

I could tell him about Martin, but I'm not going to. Sounds like it's
not quite the same, anyway; I don't think Alex goes looking for it
like Martin does.

"So who's your boyfriend?" I ask.

"Chris Maynard, plays fly-half in the under-15 rugby team."

"Cool! So what d'you get up to?"

"Snogging and sucking each other off mainly. Then when I want to give
him a special treat, I let him fuck me. That's awesome. He's not as
big as Jake so it's cool."

"My boyfriend at prep school was pretty big; massive for a kid my
age! I guess I got used to it. It hurt pretty bad the first time he
did it!"

"You still liked it though." It's more of a statement than a
question.

"Yeah. Actually I'd done it before, with one of the kids in the cross-
country team, so I guess it didn't hurt that bad."

"Right! Were lots of the kids doing it then?"

"In my dorm they were! I'm not sure about the other dorms; never
heard of them getting up to the sort of stuff we used to do."

"Cool!" he says, smiling broadly. "Well just let's keep this to
ourselves, okay? I'm glad you told me though. It's nice to know I'm
not the only kid in the cross-country team that's gay! Okay, got to
go; Chris will be waiting for me!"

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jocelyn being a bit `girly' only really matters if you don't know
him. It's what you notice when you first meet him, I guess. Once you
do know him, it doesn't matter at all. Not only is he unbelievably
clever, he works like a beaver, he's very generous and extremely
funny. I'm in the top set for maths, physics and chemistry; just
ordinary sets for our other classes. Jocelyn is in the top set for
absolutely everything. In most classes he's top of the top set too. I
guess in some schools he'd get a hard time; here he gets total
respect. That's how it should be.

My best class is maths; I've always done well at that. Jocelyn and I
sit together. He's so bright and so quick I have to work as hard as I
can just to keep up with him. I just love the challenge, the same way
as I do with running. I know I'm good at maths and I don't want to
let him beat me. We've just finished a lesson on factorisation. I've
never worked so hard in my whole life; we did loads and loads of
them! We stroll out of class together, heading out to our lunch
break.

"You know about me and Mark, don't you?" he asks quietly.

"Pretty much; Martin told me."

"Right! Well I hope I'm not speaking out of turn, but Mark told me
you're going with Jake Lawrence, the school soccer captain."

"Yeah, that's right. I hope you're not going to tell everyone about
it."

"No, of course not!" he replies, giving me a beautiful smile. "I sort
of guessed you were gay anyway; I never saw anything actually
happening, but I figured out you and Martin were. you know."

"Yeah. He was most upset when you told him you didn't want to do it
with him any more."

"I don't like being somebody's quick fuck. That's all he wanted."

"Yeah, well I guess it's a bit different for me. I know him pretty
well, with us running together five times a week. He's a mate I
guess. He's okay; he just needs to get his rocks off. I help him out
occasionally; it's not a problem."

"Yeah, I suppose, but there's just no feeling there. It's sort of
like sex-by-numbers."

I stifle a giggle. He's spot-on; that's exactly what it is like.

"How often d'you see Jake" he enquires.

"A couple of times a week. Why?"

"That's the same as me and Mark. I get pretty horny other times
though. I wouldn't mind doing stuff with you if you're interested. I
know you won't be like Martin."

Wow! That's another possibility I haven't really considered. On the
whole I prefer strong, athletic looking boys with big cocks, and
Jocelyn being so obviously gay I didn't want it to look as if I was
hitting on him like Martin was. But the fact is Jocelyn's totally
cute, and better than that, he's well up for it. So why not try
something different? It'll be more interesting than sex with Martin
anyway.

"Cool, but will Mark be okay with that?"

"Yeah, no problem! He told me to give Martin the elbow because I'd
said I didn't like doing it with him, that's all."

"Oh! Cool! When d'you want to do it then?"

"Whenever you want. You know those nights when you're so horny you
can't sleep. Just come over to my bed; I'll keep you company."

"I don't want to wake you up." I tell him.

"It's no problem, really. I'm always up for it!"

So that's it then. I know all about those nights he's talking about.
Now I know what to do about them. It's an open invitation; I'm not
going to turn it down.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

So after a few weeks of almost nothing, everything seems to have
fallen into place. I adore Jake, I really do. It's not just that I
find him hot; it's the way he takes care of me. We spend lots of our
time together snuggled up just talking. He makes me feel so secure,
so happy, so loved. We talk about everything. He's so generous and so
supportive, always encouraging me, telling that I can achieve
whatever I want as long as I'm patient and work at it. It's more than
mum and dad ever do. I go to watch him play soccer whenever I can.
He's the smallest guy on the team; to tell the truth he looks more
like fifteen rather than seventeen, but he's so quick and so skilful,
he can jump higher than all the bigger guys and his work-rate is
incredible. He captain's the team superbly too, always shouting
encouragement to the other guys. I don't know how many of his team-
mates know he's gay, but it's obvious that they respect him totally.

Funny, though, it's the one thing he hates talking about. If I tell
him how well he played or something like that he just smiles, says
thanks and moves on. If he's done something really exceptional, he
might say: "Yeah, I was quite pleased with that", or he'll give the
credit to one of his team-mates. I admire him so much for not
boasting about his achievements; I know that it's a lesson for me
too. I don't think I've ever been really bad, but I guess that
sometimes I've said more than I needed to. I'm going to be a lot more
careful in future; I'll let my running do the talking.

Of course we do have sex, and I love every second of it. But
Jocelyn's right; the sex is awesome because our relationship is so
much more than that, and afterwards I feel so confident, like I'm
walking on air, the same as I did when I had sex with Luke or Shelby.
Because Jake's so much older and more mature you can't really compare
it with the way I felt about them, but I love Jake every bit as much;
it's just different, that's all.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It takes me a while to realise that I'm actually awake. I blink a few
times, allowing my eyes to get used to the darkness. I can feel my
dick throbbing inside my boxers. I'm so horny I don't know where to
put myself. It's more than twenty four hours since I had sex with
Jake and it'll be almost two whole days before I can see him again. I
flick on my nightlight under the covers and check my watch. It's
quarter to two. Fuck! There's no way I'll get back to sleep with a
hard-on like this! I guess I could just have a wank, but I want more
than that. It's been nearly a week since Jocelyn made his invitation.
I've slept right through every night since, until tonight that is. I
still feel very nervous about it; suppose he doesn't wake up? I'll
feel like a right idiot. But I've got to try it; when I'm this horny,
wanking myself off just doesn't cut it.

I quietly open my locker and retrieve a condom and a tube of KY from
their hiding place. I walk silently across to Jocelyn's bed, discard
my boxers and slide in next to him. He's got his back to me. I wrap
my arm round him and run my hand down his silky-smooth chest. I reach
the waistband of his briefs, sexy little white ones like he always
wears. I pause for a second, enjoying the warmth of his body next to
mine, the wondrous smell of freshly washed boy. Slowly I edge my
fingers downwards; moments later they're resting on his stiff little
cock. He moves back slightly; his bum pressing against my dick. I
gently stroke his cock and kiss the back of his neck. He turns over,
wrapping his arms round me. Our lips meet, his tongue pushing its way
into my mouth. I return the favour, exploring every surface of his
perfect white teeth.

He slides one hand down between our bodies. The touch of his slender
fingers on my dick is electrifying. I gently help him to remove his
briefs. His penis is a little under four inches, slim and uncut, the
foreskin still completely covering the small bulbous head, his balls
firm and round. There's still not a trace of pubic hair. I fondle him
gently. He is so cute, like a very pretty doll. Only he isn't a doll;
he's a real, live, horny boy who wants sex just as much as I do. His
mouth engages on my left nipple, sucking it the way a baby suckles on
his mother. It's slightly painful but very exciting. Slowly and
systematically he works his way down my body.  The sensations are
wonderful; I let him take his time, ruffling his hair and stroking
his back. He reaches my cock. There's little hesitation; he licks all
over the head then simply devours it, his nose buried in my pubes,
his tongue working all over my shaft His lips move back to the top.
He licks the head again then plunges back down, taking it right down
his throat. He's getting me so horny I'll cum in seconds if he starts
to suck it. He doesn't; he's cleverer than that. Just when I think I
can't stand any more he lets me go and snuggles up next to me.

"Beautiful cock!" he breathes.

"You're not bad yourself!" I whisper. "Now it's my turn!"

I position him kneeling over me; his knees astride my chest. I push
my self up onto my elbows. I'm not sure if he's done this before but
he gets the idea straight off. He pushes his stiff little penis fully
into my mouth, holds my head and rocks back and forth. It feels
awesome. I grab the KY and lube up two fingers. I push my hand
between his legs and find his boy-hole. He pushes back eagerly onto
my fuck finger. He starts to fuck my mouth even harder. I insert my
index finger as well. Now he's really going for it, his breathing
becoming more ragged with every thrust. His grip on my head suddenly
tightens. His bum squeezes my fingers. A second later his cock swells
and jerks in my mouth, little jets of bitter-sweet boycum coating my
tongue. Wow! That was so special! He pulls off my fingers, lets me go
and lies back down next to me.

"Awesome!" he whispers. "I loved that! Now you've got to fuck me!"

"How d'you want to do it?" I ask.

"Any way you like!"

"On your tummy?"

"Yeah, cool!"

We pull the pillows into the middle of the bed. I pick up the condom
packet. Jocelyn stops me.

"Don't use one of them! I want your spunk up my bum! That's the best
bit!"

"But .."

"Please Ryan!"

Oh fuck! I know this is risky, but it's what he wants. I just can't
say no. He moves into the position I've been in so often. I lower
myself onto him He holds his bum-cheeks apart, helping me to position
myself. One determined thrust and I'm inside him. I pause for a few
seconds then allow gravity to take over. My dick slides smoothly into
him right to the root.

"Mmmm!" he whispers. "Go for it Ryan!"

I pull back a few inches. I'm aware of the tight little sheath
gripping my cock, warm and velvety, the sensations so much more
intense than being sucked off. I thrust right back into him, my cock
pushing over his sex-gland. He moans quietly, urging me on. I pull
back nice and slow, pause for a second and push back in hard. It
feels right.

"Oooh yeah!" he breathes.

I repeat the dose, trying to keep it slow, but gradually, inexorably
the pace increases, Jocelyn's sexy boy-smell and cute little moans
spurring me on to ever greater efforts. Five minutes pass. We're both
soaked in perspiration. Without warning his whole body starts to
shake, his bum tightening around my cock. He's taken me right over
the edge. I thrust my whole length into him as my balls explode into
action. Spunk powers through my cock and unloads into his bum in six
or seven thick globs. I've cum so much my balls ache. I'm completely
exhausted, lying on top of him gasping like an old steam engine, the
only sound to disturb the peace of a cool October morning.  At last
my breathing begins to slow and I gently pull out.

Jocelyn rolls onto his back. We kiss.

"That was awesome!" he breathes. "You can do that any time you want!"

"Thanks! It was awesome for me too! Did you cum on the pillow?"

He shakes his head. "Put my pants there so I wouldn't make a mess.
I'll change them in the morning."

It seems he knows the cotton wool trick too. We allow ourselves one
final kiss. I slip on my boxers and return to my own bed. My head
hits the pillow; I sleep like an angel.