Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 18:26:30 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Running Boy Chapter 7

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                            CHAPTER SEVEN

Thursday morning, a little after five thirty, I'm wide awake and as
horny as fuck. Luke will be here with me at any moment; then it's
going to happen. A minute later he's sliding under the covers,
pulling me towards him.

"How are you, birthday boy," I ask, licking the end of his nose.

"Cool!"

We fall into a beautifully relaxed kiss. Luke is so special. I'm sure
he knows what's going to happen; we've been building up to it for
weeks, but there's no rush, no urgency. He's just beautifully
relaxed, letting things go at their own pace.

"I love you!" I whisper.

"Mmmm!" he responds, licking my nose.

I look around. Everyone's still asleep as far as I can tell, but it's
getting light so that may not last for too much longer. I snake
around so I'm kneeling right over him, my cock right over his face. I
pass him the KY then slowly sink down onto his beautiful big cock
until I've got it right down my throat, my nose buried in his thick
dark pubes. I start to suck it as slowly and sensuously as I possibly
can; I don't want to ruin his present by overdoing things! Luke's
middle finger gently works its way into my bum; half a minute later
it's joined by his index finger. Finally his third finger's up there
as well. I've got used to this now; each time I relax and push out,
adapting to the new intrusion. Pretty soon all three fingers are
sliding smoothly in and out.

There's no more to be done; I'm as ready as I'm going to be. I'd like
him to do it with me on my tummy, the same way Shelby does it, but
that's going to be way too painful. I could try kneeling on all fours
but I know I won't be able to hold myself steady enough. He could do
it the same way Gary did, but that would mean getting out of bed;
we're bound to wake some of the other kids if we do it in here and I
don't want to do it in the toilet stall. We're going to have to do it
the way Marcus told me. It doesn't seem the natural way of doing it,
but I will get to see his cock going into me, and that's getting me
hornier than ever.

I release Luke's cock and smear it with KY. I get him to kneel up on
the bed. He looks a bit puzzled as I lie down on my back, but when I
pull my legs up so my knees are by my shoulders he grins broadly,
getting the idea in a heartbeat. He moves in behind me his large
purple cock-head nuzzling up to my pucker. I rest my heels on his
shoulders. `Just remember to relax', I tell myself. He pushes against
my ring, quite gently at first. Nothing happens. He pushes again,
much harder this time. His cock pops into my bum, coming to rest with
about an inch of the shaft inside me. The pain is intense; he's
stretching me way past what I've been used to. I'm soaked in
perspiration, grimacing and gasping for breath.

"Are you okay?" he whispers.

I nod very deliberately in response, trying as best I can to relax
and push back against his invading cock instead of flinching away
from it which only makes it hurt even worse. It takes almost half a
minute, but I manage it. He gives me another couple of inches,
hitting my sex-button in the process. My dick twitches violently, the
first time I've ever actually watched it, as the bolt of electricity
surges through my body, seeming to mask to pain of him opening me up.
I look right at him, smiling. He is so sexy; seeing his beautiful
cock half in and half out of my bum is so wild! He eases back an inch
or so then thrusts forward again. This time I'm able to relax
completely and the whole of his cock slides smoothly into me, his
wonderfully athletic body pressed tight against my bum. He pauses for
several seconds to allow us both to adjust, then starts to fuck me
with long, deliberate strokes, pulling back almost five inches each
time before thrusting it in again.

I love it when Shelby fucks me; I loved it when Gary fucked me out in
the forest a few days ago, but this is way better than either of
them. I think I've died and woken up in heaven; I just can't believe
how good this feels. He takes my cock between thumb and forefinger,
gently fondling it. I want to tell him to stop doing that, but I'm so
far out of it I can't get the words out. My body is tingling all
over, the intensity building and building, my balls tightening in
some crazy slow-mo. I want to scream out as loud as I can. I stifle
the sound and shut my eyes. The spunk surges through my cock,
splashing down on my face and chest. I open my eyes; I'm covered in
it. Marcus was right about that too. I've taken Luke over the edge.
He thrusts right into me, his orgasming cock unloading repeatedly
into my bum.

I'm engulfed by a sense of total fulfilment; everything is at peace.
The dawn chorus is in full swing, the pale autumn sunshine poking
through the gap in the curtains. Luke gently withdraws his cock and
snuggles up next to me, allowing my head to rest on his shoulder.

"Wow! That was so awesome!!" he breathes. "What a birthday present!"

I smile up at him, completely unable to find anything to say.

"How did that compare with Shelby?" he whispers.

I am mortified!

"Luke! I'm sorry..." I mumble, tears welling up into my eyes.

He ruffles my hair and kisses me lightly on the forehead. "Hey! Don't
cry! It's cool! You and Shel are very special to each other; I know
that! I'm just so lucky that I get to share you!"

"You don't mind?" I ask nervously.

"No! Of course not!"

His smile and the warmth of his arm around my shoulders tell me
everything I need to know.

"Wow! I thought you'd be angry." I give him a big grin. "Well, that
was the best ever! I love you Luke!"

There are stirrings from the direction of Tristan's bed. Luke pecks
me on the nose and quickly returns to his own quarters. The stirrings
stop. I hop out of bed and make my way to the boys' room.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

This term we have Mr. Broadhurst for gym. He's a new teacher and
quite young, fit-looking too, as it goes. He's a good teacher, very
enthusiastic and a good laugh. I like him; I think we all do. Today,
after the usual routine of drills and exercises we're finishing the
lesson with a game of basketball. Quite unexpectedly Julian
deliberately barges Peter Marks, the smallest kid in the year,
sending him sprawling. Mr. Broadhurst blows his whistle.

"That, Julian Farnsworth, was deliberate and is completely
unacceptable." He snaps in a very authoritative, no-nonsense voice.
"Report to my room after supper; I'll deal with you then."

A few minutes later we're trotting back into the changing room. I'm
trying to get my head round what happened back there. It was odd for
Julian to behave like that; he's pushy but he's not normally
aggressive. Maybe he's had an argument with Peter over something, but
that doesn't seem likely either. Peter isn't just small, he's
completely inoffensive. As we strip off and make our way through to
the showers I'm aware of Mr. Broadhurst watching us. I guess he does
that every gym lesson but I haven't noticed before. There's something
else odd too; Julian's got a hard-on. He's usually totally cool about
going through the showers. It's all very strange.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

School finishes for the day at quarter to four. Shelby, Patrick,
myself and the rest of the team head down to the changing rooms, get
our running kit on and set out on our training stint. Today we're
doing some uphill sprints in the forest. By twenty to five we're back
in the changing rooms and getting ready for prep to start at five.
I've got two assignments today, maths and geography. I work my way
steadily through them, completing the second one a couple of minutes
before the bell goes for supper.

After supper, the kids who haven't finished their assignments have to
go back and finish them. For the rest of us it's free recreation
until we go to bed at nine thirty, apart from Julian, that is, who
has to go to see Mr. Broadhurst. On the way back to the dorm I stop
off at the boys' room for a piss. I'm standing there peeing when
Robbie Lewis comes in and stands right next to me. As I shake off the
last few droplets I glance across almost involuntarily. Robbie is
grinning at me and flashing his rock hard cock, a good three inches
plus, more than respectable for a ten year old. My brain spins like a
top as it tries to get a grip on what the fuck's going on here.
There's been enough weird stuff for one day without Robbie's little
stunt adding to it. Oh, and in case you were wondering, my dick gets
hard in, like, no seconds flat.

"Do you know where Julian is?" he whispers.

"He had to go to see Mr. Broadhurst," I tell him.

"Oh, right!" Robbie giggles in a way that tells me he knows something
I don't.

Then it hits me. It's happening with Julian again, like Gary told me
about. Maybe he noticed Mr. Broadhurst getting a stiffy in his shorts
as he watched us having a shower and getting changed. Whatever,
Julian set up that incident today deliberately so that Mr. Broadhurst
would send for him. He probably reckoned it would happen straight
after school, but Mr. Broadhusrt was doing basic rugby skills with
the juniors. So it's happening right now and he's missed his
appointment with Robbie.

"Do you want to. you know?" Robbie enquires, jerking me back to the
here and now. He's pointing towards the furthest stall. I know I
ought to just zip up and leave him there, but I'm so horny there's no
way that's even an option.

"You're not to tell anyone about is afterwards, okay?" I tell him
insistently. "I don't want anyone finding out, especially not
Julian."

"That's cool," he replies casually.

"Okay, let's go," I say, trying to sound like I'm in charge of the
situation. The reality is that my dick's just taken over what my
brain's for.

I follow Robbie into the stall and bolt the door. I undo the clip at
the top of Robbie's grey school shorts and pull down the zip. They
fall to the floor. I take hold of his sexy little white briefs and
slide them off his hips and over his thighs. A second later they're
round his ankles too. He quickly returns the favour; in a matter of
seconds we're both naked from the waist down. I sit on the toilet and
take his hard little penis into my mouth. It's throbbing beautifully.
I guess it not that much smaller than Shelby's was the first time I
sucked him, but it feels totally different, even harder and hotter,
if that's possible. I slip my hand between his thighs, working my
finger along his crack. I reach his pucker. I pause for a second or
two then push very gently. It slides straight in. Oh, wow! Gary was
right! Julian has been fucking him!

Robbie places his hands behind my head and pumps his hips, fucking my
mouth and fucking himself with my finger. Without any warning his bum
tightens round my finger. He pulls my head forward, his little boy-
cock jumping about wildly in my mouth. His orgasm over, he pulls
right back, his subsiding dick popping out from between my lips. I
sit there feeling like a total dork, wondering what happens next. He
is so cute, but at his age I wouldn't have had a clue about any of
this. I'm getting more paranoid by the second. Robbie leans forward,
my finger still lodged in his rectum.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he whispers. "That's what Julian does."

"I've got no lube," I tell him, hoping that will be the end of the
matter.

I should have known better; it didn't work on Gary and it's not going
to work this time either.

"No problem!" he squeaks, giving me a cheeky grin.

He pulls off my finger, kneels in front of me and takes my cock into
his cute little mouth. He gets around three inches of it. He pulls
back and pushes down again, going down about an inch further. At his
third try and he gets it all, my cock going right down his throat. He
sucks and licks it all over. I amazed that a kid his age would even
know how to do that. If he keeps this up I'll cum in his mouth. That
would be good, sort of; I couldn't fuck him then. But he's got that
figured too, as soon as I'm well slicked up he pulls back and smiles
up at me, licking his lips.

"Beautiful dick!" he breathes. I want that up my bum!

I know I shouldn't be doing this but I've got no other choice. As he
stands up I get off the toilet and shuffle round behind him. He bends
over the bowl, resting his hands on the seat. I run my hands over his
cute little bubble butt, gently separating his firm round globes. His
boy-hole is twitching invitingly. I line myself up and push forwards.
After a moment's resistance my dick pops through his ring and slides
right into him. He gives a little gasp. I'm a bit bigger than Julian;
I guess I've stretched him more than he's used to.

I'm immediately aware of the tight little sheath gripping my cock.
Instinctively I begin to fuck him. I say instinctively because right
now that's all I've got; my brain stopped working minutes ago. The
sensations in my cock are like nothing else; way more intense than
even Shelby's best blow-job. It's a totally different buzz from
getting fucked, but every bit as wild; it's no wonder the other boys
like it so much! I reach down and fondle his cock, now fully hard
again. My dick is now in total control; I'm fucking him senseless,
harder, faster, deeper, harder, faster deeper, building the intensity
with every stroke, spurred on by the kid's almost silent whimpering.
He starts gasping again, his whole body gripped by wild convulsions
as he's engulfed by his second dry orgasm in as many minutes. His bum
tightens round my dick like he was trying to snap it off, his boy-
cock jerking wildly between my fingers. Now it's my turn. The spasms
are so violent I have to grab him round the thighs and hang on for
dear life just to stay upright. I plunge my cock right into him as my
balls send glob after glob of thick creamy spunk spurting into his
bum. After no more than ten seconds I carefully pull out. Robbie's
pucker is twitching wildly, the area to either side glowing bright
red. He farts, a stream of cum spluttering out and running down his
legs.

It's all over; the whole thing has lasted less than five minutes. I
dress myself as fast as I can. After a quick check to make sure
there's nobody about, I unbolt the door and hurry away, leaving
Robbie to lock the door behind me and get himself cleaned up. I head
towards the library, my heart thumping like a steam-hammer. Fuck!
What was I thinking about? I've just had a ten year old in the boys'
room and fucked him stupid! Nobody must find out that I did that,
ever! Worst of all, I let him talk me into it! Well, maybe Julian's
not such a perv after all; the horny little sod was begging for it! I
know one thing though; I've got to stay right away from those two. If
I've got this right, Julian's getting it on with Mr. Broadhurst, and
once he's got that sorted he's going to take Robbie along. They're
playing with fire; I want to make damn sure that I'm not the one that
gets burned.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Winter is almost over. The cross-country team has had a great season;
Jonesy says we're the best team the school's ever had. We even won
the county championships running against club teams. As an individual
I've had my best season ever. I've won a load of races, including the
county championship, finished third in the Inter-Counties race, and
fortieth out of well over three hundred in the English Schools' where
I had to run against Year Nine kids. Now it's our final race; the
Prep Schools' Championships. This is the big one; the one I really
want to win. It's been raining for most of the last three days. I'm
hoping against hope that the course will still be pretty firm; it
isn't, it's a total mudbath. I hate running in these conditions. It's
not that I don't like getting muddy or anything like that; I have a
long stride generated by a big knee lift; that's why I can sprint so
well. It's totally useless when the ground's like this. I struggle
from start to finish and end up sixth. For the first time ever Shelby
beats me head-to-head. It's a bitter disappointment. The conditions
suit our other runners though. Patrick's been training really well
and today's the day it pays off. He finishes twenty third, just a
couple of places behind Eddie; with a total of fifty-five points we
easily win the team race.

After the race Patrick's dad comes across to me.

"Don't be too disappointed," he says gently, putting an arm round my
shoulder. "It's one more race. The conditions were all against you
today but you hung in there and did your job for the team. You'll
bounce back."

"Thanks," I respond quietly, the anger and frustration ebbing out of
me. Fuck! I wish he was my dad!

We make our way to the presentation ceremony. Eventually they
announce the result.

"And the winner is D. McInnes from Marford Grange."

Deon McInnes; he ran for Berkshire at the English Schools and
finished ten places behind me. I beat him by a couple of places in
the Inter-Counties too. I take a good look at him as he goes up to
collect his trophy; a fraction taller than me, very slim and long-
legged. His strong, well defined features are topped off by a shock
of dark, almost black hair. I just know that somehow, somewhere we're
going to meet up again.