Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2005 22:21:36 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'The Running Boy' Chapter 4

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                            CHAPTER FOUR

It's early when I return to school after the summer break. I head up
to the dorm to see if any of the others are back. Shelby's lying on
his bed reading the latest `Harry Potter' book.

"Hi, Shel! Good holiday?" I enquire.

"Crap, as usual," he replies acidly, not even bothering to look up.

"So what did you do?" I ask, somewhat taken aback.

"First two weeks went to Florida with mum and dad. They spent all
their time playing golf, going for drinks with friends, going to
dinner parties. There was nothing for me to do and no-one for me to
play with. I got bored rigid! A couple of times I had to go to these
dinner parties. That was even worse! It was like they were showing me
off, trying to pretend we're the perfect family or something. The
first time I wasn't quite polite enough to some of these friends of
theirs. When we got back to the hotel dad really got onto me about
it, about spending all this money on my education and me not knowing
my manners. You'd think I'd got my dick out and peed on the carpet
the way he was going on. Anyway, it's pathetic! He never takes the
slightest interest in me any other time. I hate him!"

"So what happened after that?"

"Got packed off to a kids' holiday centre for the rest of the time,
you know, like one of these American summer camps. That was crap too.
I was in a dorm with a load of babies! Not literally, three of them
were the same age as me, but they were so. you know! All they wanted
to do was play stupid games! I couldn't even find anyone to have a
wank with, not among the kids anyway. There was this one activity
leader. He spent the first week creeping round me, asking if I wanted
to go back to his room to see this or do that. I knew all he wanted
was to get into my shorts. Well he wasn't what you'd call fit. He
must have been about thirty, very hairy, he even had a beard. Yeukk!
There was no way I was going to let him do anything! After a week he
gave up on me and started hitting on this other kid. Anyway, what
about you?"

"Went to Italy for a couple of weeks; didn't do much. Apart from that
I just hung out at home most of the time. There are a couple of kids
in the village I know pretty well. We hung out together quite a lot:
went swimming together a couple of times, went to the cinema once. It
was okay, I guess.

"You didn't see anything of Luke then?"

"I wished! He's been in South Africa the whole time, visiting his
gran. Is anyone else back yet?"

"Tristan's around somewhere; haven't seen any of the others. D'you
want to go for a run?"

"Cool! Let's do it!"

Shelby already has his shorts on under his training pants. I quickly
get changed, thinking about what he's just told me. His dad never
showing any interest in him rings lots of bells. My dad's always so
busy running his software business he never has time to take any
interest in what I'm doing. There's something different about Shelby
too. He still looks the same, but something's changed and I just
can't put my finger on it.

A few minutes later we set off. The pace Shelby sets takes me
completely by surprise. Usually I'm still running easily when he's
running flat out. Not today, I'm having to really concentrate just to
keep up with him. I'm even more surprised when he leads us onto the
long circuit of the forest, the pace never slackening for a moment.
More than half an hour after we set out we're back at school.

"Christ, Shel! That was unbelievable! How did you get so fit?" I ask
in a mixture of wonderment and admiration.

He shrugs and gives me a cheeky grin. "The only good thing about that
holiday centre was the grounds," he responds huskily. "They were
massive, really hilly too. I ran round them almost every day I was
there."

We make our way back inside. It's a warm afternoon and I've been
running harder than I have for nearly two months; the perspiration's
running off me.

"Having a shower?" Shelby asks.

"Yeah, I'm sweating like a pig!"

We remove our tee-shirts, pick up towels and shower gel and head for
the shower room. Once inside we turn on the showers, pull our shorts
off, and trot through into the lovely warm water. We've seen each
other naked loads of times so it's no big deal, but I guess it's been
three months; probably since we sucked each other off out in the
forest. I try not to stare but I just can't help it. The rest of him
might look much the same, but his cock and balls have grown out of
all recognition, all topped off by a small crop of short golden
pubes. He's bigger than me down there now; it really does look most
impressive on a skinny kid who's not quite five feet tall.  No more
sticky-out foreskin either, even without a hard-on the tip of his
cock is clearly visible. Then I realise what else is different, the
thing I couldn't put my finger on earlier. It's his voice; it's
started breaking.

"Wow, Shel! You're really growing up!" I tell him admiringly.

He grins, looking embarrassed. "Yeah! It just suddenly grew!" He
pauses for a second and scowls. "I hope the rest of me's going to
grow too!"

That's just so funny we can't help laughing. Then quite suddenly we
stop. Shelby's stroking his cock, quickly bringing it to a full
erection, almost five inches long, the head now almost fully exposed.
It's not nearly as thick as Luke's but it certainly isn't skinny.
It's so beautiful I can't take my eyes off it.

"D'you want to do something?" I whisper.

He nods. "Yeah, but not here. Come on, let's get dry."

We make our way out of the showers, quickly dry off and pull our
shorts on. Shelby leads the way through to the boys' room. There are
three stalls. We head into the furthest one and bolt the door. We
drop our shorts; we're both rock hard. We embrace each other, our
mouths meeting in a delicious kiss. Shelby's cock is between my legs,
the head nudging up between my bum-cheeks. It feels awesome! I know
we don't have long.

"What d'you want to do?" I ask.

"Same as last time, okay?"

"Yeah, cool!"

He sits on the toilet and spits on his fingers, getting them really
wet. He grins up at me, leans forward and takes my throbbing cock
fully into his mouth, sucking on it with long, deliberate strokes,
his tongue licking all over it. His hand slides between my legs, his
middle finger quickly locating my boy-hole and pushing its way
inside. He works it in and out as his sucking slowly accelerates. A
minute later his index finger's in there as well, the two fingers
pushing deeper and deeper into my bum. It's making me sore but I'm so
horny there's no way I want him to stop. His fingers hit a sensitive
spot inside my bum, making my cock twitch uncontrollably. He pulls
them back slightly the pushes them back in again, sending another
bolt of electricity through my dick. The sensations are so awesome
I'm gasping for breath, struggling to stand still. He's really
sucking me now, pumping and down on my cock as fast as he can go. The
muscle spasms hit me so violently I have to shoot out a hand against
the side wall just to stay upright. I want to scream out loud; with a
supreme effort I manage to stifle it. I plunge my cock into his mouth
and unload over and over until I've no more left to give. After a
pause of maybe ten seconds I slowly withdraw. Shelby smiles up at me,
licking his lips.

We quickly change places. At close quarters his cock looks more
beautiful than ever, his still hairless balls about double the size
they were the last time we did this. I moisten my lips and put my
mouth round his cock, pushing right down until I've got it all. This
is perfect! I love Luke to bits and I love sucking his cock, but as a
pure cocksucking experience this beats everything! I plunge up and
down on him while he ruffles my hair, my fingers pushing insistently
into his bum just like he did with me. I notice his balls and thigh
muscles begin to tighten, his hand pressing firmly on the back of my
head. A moment later jet after jet of thick creamy spunk spurts into
my mouth like he's got an unending supply of the stuff. I swallow as
much as I can, a few drops escaping and dribbling down my chin.
Suddenly it's over, Shelby's softening cock flopping out from between
my lips. I wipe up the surplus cum with my finger and lick it clean.
We pull up our shorts and unbolt the door.

"Fuck, Shel! That was amazing! You came loads!" I whisper.

"Haven't had a wank for three days!" he responds, giving me a cheeky
grin. "I wondered where that lot was going to end up! Down Marcus's
throat, or maybe up his bum? I just hoped it wouldn't be going all
over me when Patrick gave me a wank." He looks straight into my eyes.
"But that was what I really wanted."

There's a new closeness between us. He hasn't taken Luke's place, I
don't think anyone could do that, but now he's special too. We're
going to be running together a lot; if he can reproduce the sort of
form he's just been showing our school cross-country team will be
tough to beat. I wonder what Luke's going to think. I have this sense
that as long as I'm still there for him, he won't actually mind;
after all, he let Marcus suck him off and never said anything about
it. I can't be certain though; for the moment the fact that I'm doing
stuff with Shelby will have to remain our little secret.

Back in the dorm, Tristan's lying on his tummy playing on his
Gameboy.

"Hi Tris! How's it going?" I greet him, smiling warmly. "What did you
get up to in the holidays?"

Tristan's eyes light up. "Went to Florida for three weeks, went to
Disneyland a few times, played soccer and Frisbee on the beach with
dad and my brother and this other family we know. Then we went on
this speedboat through these swamps, they're called the Everglades I
think, saw all these big crocodiles right up close. Man, it was
awesome!

"Huh!" Shelby snaps in mock indignation. "He goes to Florida and does
all this really cool stuff; I go there and spend two weeks hanging
around golf courses and going to stupid dinner parties!" He grins at
Tristan. "So what did you do the rest of the time?"

"Went to Ibiza for a month; dad was working out there, not the whole
time, just for about ten days playing out at this really big club.
Gary came with us. We rented this villa; it was huge. Well, it was
more soccer, more Frisbee, and hanging out with some really cool
people dad knows. When he was playing out, he was on the decks for
about three hours. I went in the DJ box with him and he let me spin
the disks for about twenty minutes. There were nearly a thousand
people in this club and I got to play the tunes for them! That was
such a buzz! Cool or what?"

"Sounds pretty cool to me!" I tell him. "Did you go to Gary's place
at all?"

Tristan scowls at me. "Wouldn't want to. Gary's dad's a real bully.
You've seen him on the telly, swearing, arguing with the ref. Well
he's like that with everybody, well, everybody except Gary's little
sister, spoilt bitch! He's always on at Gary about how lazy he is and
how useless he is. Gary can't do anything right as far as he's
concerned. He's horrible! He'd go ballistic if he knew what Gary and
Marcus get up to."

Jason Palmer has a reputation as a soccer hard-man; he's been sent
off loads of times, so I guess it's not a complete shock, but I'm
still surprised that he treats Gary like that.

"Sorry," I mumble. "I didn't realise. "You know about Gary and Marcus
then?"

"Well, it's not much of a secret, is it?" he responds. "I woke up one
night. They were on Gary's bed. It was still pretty dark but I could
make out what they were doing. Marcus was lying on his tummy and Gary
was stuffing it up his bum. The amount of noise they were making I'm
surprised they didn't wake the whole dorm."

"Wow!" I say quietly. "I never heard a thing. Anyway, I guess you
were able to keep him happy while you were in Ibiza."

"Didn't have to," he replies, grinning up at us. "This woman DJ-
producer that was out there, a friend of dad's, a really good DJ too,
she had her son with her, Silvio. He was our age, slim, fit-looking
too. He wasn't effeminate exactly, I mean, he played soccer with us
and he was pretty good, but there was something about him. Anyway, I
could see straight away he and Gary had the hots for each other. They
kept disappearing! I knew what was going on; I'm not sure if anyone
else did. One night Silvio slept over at the villa. Gary was sharing
my room; Silvio was supposed to be sleeping downstairs on the sofa
bed, but I woke up and he was in bed with Gary. It was still dark so
I couldn't see anything, but they were whispering to each other then
Silvio sort of squealed. I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I
woke up in the morning he'd gone back downstairs. He stayed over a
few times after that. I'm not sure if they got it together again; I
didn't wake up so I don't know. I guess they probably did though."

"Don't you mind Gary going with other kids like that?" I enquire,
trying to get my head round what he's just told us.

He shrugs. "Why should I? Gary's a good mate. I don't mind giving him
a wank and letting him give me one, lots of boys do that, and I don't
mind him sucking me off; actually I really enjoy it. But I don't want
to suck his and there's no way I want to be fucked."

I look down at him, still lying on his tummy. He's got a beautiful
little bum; I'm not surprised Gary wants to fuck him.

"Has Marcus sucked you off?" I continue. "He's done just about
everyone else."

He screws his face up. "Yeah, he did once. I don't really like doing
it with him though. I mean, he does it with anybody. Not just guys in
here either; last term he was doing it the boys' room with a couple
of the year eight kids."

"Tristan," I ask. "Why do your mum and dad send you away to boarding
school?" It doesn't sound like they want to get rid of you or
anything."

"Dad works all over the world, America, Japan, everywhere. Mum's his
business manager and goes with him on a lot of the trips. She
wouldn't be able to do that if we were at an ordinary school." He
shrugs. "I don't mind; we always get to do lots of cool stuff in the
holidays."

"What would your dad think if he found out you were gay?" I continue.

"Dad plays out at all the big gay clubs, he always has. He's got lots
of gay friends. It wouldn't bother him for a moment if I was gay, but
I'm not."

"Gary is though," I counter.

Tristan stretches and yawns. "Gary's head's so fucked up because of
his dad he doesn't know what he is."

It's time for supper. As we make our way down to the dining room I've
got a lot to think about. I'm not close to my dad; I never have been,
but at least my dad's not horrible to me like Shelby's and Gary's.
Luke's mum and dad split up when he was five. His dad works abroad
and Luke hardly ever sees him. Luke just refers to him as `that guy
who pays the school fees'. On the other hand Tristan's dad sounds
really cool; Tris obviously gets on really well with him. Me, Luke,
Shel and Gary are all into having sex with boys; Tristan isn't, not
really. So what? I don't know, but somehow it all seems very odd.