Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 06:21:05 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: The Running Boy ; Chapter 8.

                            CHAPTER EIGHT

Summer is not far off and the results of the Common Entrance and
Scholarship exams are starting to come through. Luke's been offered a
scholarship at Westhorpe, the top sports and academic school in the
country. I've applied to go there too; I'm offered a place but no
scholarship. The fees are 20,000 a year. We can't afford that; I
know we can't. I am offered a scholarship though, by Langstone School
in Kent. It has an excellent academic record and a great running
tradition. The scholarship will pay half my fees. That means mum and
dad will have to pay 6,000 a year, less than they pay for me here. I
hate being split up from Luke, but there's no choice.

I'm going to lose Shelby as well. His dad's insisting that he has to
go to the same school that he attended. That's such a waste; they
don't even do cross-country where he's going. I wish he was coming to
Langstone with me. The only two that will be staying together are
Gary and Tristan. I'm pleased for them. In a strange way they're good
for each other. The rest of us will be scattered to the four winds.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The summer term is drawing to a close. Three days from now we'll
leave here for the last time. There are so many emotions. Moving on
to senior school is a great adventure; not only that it marks a
turning point from being a kid to being a young adult. It's a
challenge and I'm looking forward to it. I'll be training with a
group of twenty or thirty good runners. That's going to be awesome.
But I'll be leaving behind so many friends, Luke and Shelby
especially. That hurts. These kids have been a big part of my life
for the last two years; I'm going to miss them all.

Today is the end of year concert. The school has a great musical
tradition and they do this every year. There will be lots of parents
here this afternoon to listen. Mine won't be, of course. That's fair
enough, I guess. I'm tone-deaf; I like listening to music, but that's
as far as it goes. Shelby plays lead trumpet and will be taking a
solo; his parents aren't coming either. That sucks.

Tristan's dad arrives at about half past nine with a sound system and
professional recording equipment. Once they've put everything in
position, he sits down chatting to Gary while Tristan buzzes around
connecting up all the pieces of equipment, positioning all the
microphones and testing everything to make sure it's all working
properly.

Gary calls me over. "Ryan, this is Graham White, Tristan's dad."

Graham extends a hand, smiling warmly. We shake hands and I sit down
with them.

"Great of you to bring all this equipment for the concert," I say,
trying to be polite.

"Just a few toys for Tristan to play with really," he responds, still
smiling. "So you're the star runner?"

"One of them, I guess," I say quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. I'm
amazed he knows who I am.

"That's the other one," Gary tells him, pointing towards the stage.
"Shelby, the blond kid with the trumpet."

Over the next half an hour Graham asks me about where I'll be going
to school, what I hope to achieve, how I train for my running, all
sorts of stuff; even better, he actually listens to what I have to
say. I'm completely amazed; I'm just not used to having adults treat
me like that. I can tell he really cares about Gary too. He is such a
cool guy; everyone should have a dad like him!

Tristan moves onto the sound check, listening to each instrument in
turn and adjusting the settings on the mixing desk to make the sound
as good as possible. I've never seen Tristan like this. Usually he
never takes anything that seriously, but today he's totally focussed,
concentrating fully on getting everything just right. His dad never
interferes, not even once. At last it's all finished and he comes
trotting over to us. He's been beavering away for well over two
hours.

"Hey, Tris! I didn't know you could do all that stuff; that's
awesome!" I say, grinning at him.

"Yeah, I'd be mixing the concert itself, but I've got to play so
dad's doing that. I'll do all the post-production though."

"What's post-production?" I ask, completely mystified.

"When we take it back to the studio and remix it; we can make it
sound completely different from the way it'll sound in here."

I'm totally amazed; I knew Tris was clever, but this has been a
complete surprise. I'm envious too; Tristan and his dad are so
relaxed with each other. Tristan's obviously learned far more from
his dad than he ever has at school. I wish I could chat with my dad
like that, but he never has the time.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's our final evening. Tomorrow I'll say my goodbyes to these guys
for the last time, all except Luke that is. He's invited me to spend
a week with him at their house near Winchester. His mum sounds pretty
cool. We'll be sharing a room and we'll have lots of time on our own;
we'll be able to have sex whenever we want. So tonight is all for
Shelby. We've become so close over the past year; as runners, we've
really spurred each other on. I know that I'm running much better
because I've had him to train with.

At 1:30 a.m. I creep across to his bed, much the same as usual.
Moments later we're wrapped in each others arms, kissing
passionately, the realisation that this will be our last night
together adding an extra edge to it. We both want to make this a
night we'll never forget. After maybe ten minutes Shelby starts
licking his way down my body. He stops to suck on each nipple in
turn. Fuck! I'm getting hornier by the second! He moves on, his
tongue coming to rest on my tummy button, licking it, caressing it.
I'm already gasping slightly. He slides down again. I spread my legs
and pull up my knees so my feet are flat on the bed.  He licks all
over the head of my cock. The sensations are unbelievable, like he
just plugged it into the mains.  He licks all the way down my shaft
and over my balls, taking each one into his mouth, his right hand
stroking up and down between my thighs. He licks up my shaft again
then takes my cock right into his mouth, pushing slowly down until
his nose is nuzzling into my little crop of dark brown pubes. His
hand advances along my thigh until a well-lubed finger locates my boy-
hole and works its way inside.

He inserts a second finger and more lube. We're nearly there. We're
both on auto-pilot; he releases my cock and we get into another
wonderful delicious kiss. Half a minute later I'm on my tummy, legs
wide apart, pillows under my hips as Shelby lowers himself onto me.
Fuck! I love this! I love the warmth and firmness of his body on top
of mine, the thump of his heart beating ever more strongly against my
back, the smell of his warm breath filling my nostrils and making me
giddy. Oh, I nearly forgot the best bit; his beautiful hard cock
filling my bum, pounding into me, hitting my prostate over and over.
Gradually his pace increases, building up the intensity notch by
notch. I'm covered in perspiration; I can feel that he is too. I'm
very close; my cock's tingling like crazy. Moments later bolts of
electricity surge right through me, my legs flailing around
uncontrollably, my fingers clawing frantically at the mattress, my
bum tightening violently around Shelby's cock as the spunk powers
through my dick and floods out onto the towel. Shelby's fingers grip
my shoulders, his breathing noisy and uneven. He pushes right down on
me, his cock swelling and jerking in my bum, his cum unloading deep
inside me in six or seven thick, creamy globs. Awesome, simply
awesome!!

In that wonderfully mysterious way that it always happens, the wild,
uncontrollable frenzy is replaced by a beautiful, serene calm. There
is no rush; we lie as we are, allowing our breathing to return to
normal. Shelby kisses me on the cheek and gently withdraws. This is
where tonight gets really special. I'm not going back to my own bed;
I'm staying right here, for a few hours anyway. I slip on a pair of
briefs and stuff some cotton wool into them. We rearrange the bed and
curl up together. Within a couple of minutes we fall asleep in each
others arms.

I shake myself awake, roused by my wristwatch alarm. It's five
o'clock. Narrow shafts of summer sunlight cut powerfully through the
darkness. I pull the covers back and slip off my briefs. I lie
propped up on my elbow, looking down at Shelby still lying there
peacefully. God! He is beautiful! After that amazing growth spurt his
cock and balls still look much the same as they did last September,
but are now topped off by a neat crop of thick golden-brown pubes.
They look so good on him. I ruffle his hair; he slowly opens his eyes
and smiles. I lean forwards; we kiss. Wow!! Nobody kisses as
beautifully as he does! I could lie here forever kissing and
fondling. We won't of course; the climax, the explosion, has to
happen, however long we delay it for.

I'm disturbed by the noise of a bed creaking. Instinctively I look
across to where the sound is coming from. We're not the only ones
awake at this early hour. On the next bed Marcus is down on all
fours, his forehead down on the mattress. He has a raging hard-on, a
great deal bigger than it was a year ago, but still no more than a
slim three and a half inches and completely hairless. Behind him,
Gary is kneeling on the bed, thrusting his cock into the slender
boy's cute little bottom. Marcus is moaning quietly. I've seen Marcus
getting fucked before, but it was nothing like this!

Shelby and I grin at each other. No words are necessary; we know what
we want. I get into the same position that Marcus is in, but facing
the opposite way so that we can all watch each other. Shelby quickly
lubes me up then thrusts right in. From there on it's a race between
Gary and Shelby. Gary's got a head start but Shel's catching up fast,
fucking me with all the energy he can muster. In this position his
goes in about an inch further than the way we usually do it, his body
slamming hard against my bum. He isn't touching my dick, but the way
he's going at it I'm getting pretty close anyway, his cock-head
zinging repeatedly over my love-button.

Across on the other bed Marcus is about to cum, his body shaking all
over. A few drops of clear fluid squirt from his orgasming cock and
land on the bed. Gary's climax follows almost immediately, with
Shelby right behind. He plunges right into me and grabs me around the
hips as his cock explodes inside my body, sending more of his hot
cream flooding into my rectum. It's the wildest fuck we've ever had.
He slowly pulls out. I look across to the adjacent bed just as Gary
does the same thing.

It's barely ten past five but almost everyone's awake. A sudden shock
hits me; someone has taken Shelby's place, kneeling behind me and
thrusting his cock into my bum. I don't think it's Luke; it doesn't
feel big enough. I look across at the other bed. Holy shit! Luke's
there with that big cock of his buried deep inside Marcus's bum,
pounding into him ferociously, stretching him further than he's ever
experienced, Marcus groaning and squirming with the heady mixture of
pain and pleasure. A voice whispers in my ear.

"I like smaller boys best, but you're pretty cute. Still pretty tight
too; I'd never have thought Luke and Shelby were fucking you
senseless if I hadn't watched them do it!"

It's Julian, unmistakeably Julian. He's not that big, but his cock's
as hard as sprung steel. He sets to work. He may not be that big, but
his staying power's amazing. He pounds away , keeping me right on the
edge without ever quite doing enough to make me cum. He'd only have
to touch my dick, but he doesn't. Ten minutes pass. He's really going
for it, fucking me as hard as he knows how. His breathing suddenly
becomes ragged.

"Oh! Oh yes! Take my spunk! Oh! Ohh!! Ohhhh!!!"

He grips me round the thighs as he cums inside me. I'm completely
gobsmacked. It's not that I'm complaining; it's just that I never
expected it. I wonder how that compared with Marcus or Robbie. Fuck!
I must be the only one who hasn't cum! Actually I'm not. As Julian
slowly withdraws I look across. Luke is still pounding relentlessly
into Marcus's bum. Beyond them, on he bed opposite the door, Tristan
is lying on his back stark naked, propped up on his elbows, with Gary
kneeling between his legs sucking him off. The way Tris is holding
Gary's head it's pretty clear he likes being sucked off as much as
any of us. I smile to myself. Gary will be spending the whole holiday
with Silvio, staying with him in London for two weeks then going out
to Ibiza for a month to join up with Tristan's family and the rest of
their gang. He'll have the time of his life. It serves his stupid,
arrogant, bullying dad right that he's gay.

Luke's breathing is becoming more ragged by the second as he
approaches his climax.

"Nng! Nnng!! Oh!! Ohhh!!! Nnnng! Aaarrrggghhhhh!!!!"

Marcus emits a quiet squeal as Luke's cock thrusts fully inside him,
stretching his cute little boy-hole even further. A moment later
Shelby reappears as if from nowhere, rolling me onto my back, that
old towel of his under my bum, and settles down to give me a blow
job, sucking my cock like only he can. I want to make it last, to
savour every possible second of that wonderful sucking mouth, but I'm
so steamed up I've got no chance. All too quickly my whole body is
overtaken by crazy spasms as my balls fire into action, my spunk
spurting over and over into Shelby's eager mouth. He licks up every
last drop and gulps it down. My balls feel like they've been squeezed
dry. I lie back feeling completely exhausted. I look to my left. On
the next bed Patrick's still fast asleep. If he can sleep through
that, I figure a nuclear explosion wouldn't wake him.

It's the finale, the last hurrah. In just a few short hours we're all
packing our last bits of personal stuff and saying our final
goodbyes. I spend as much time as I can with Shelby; it hurts so much
for us to be pulled apart like this. At last it's time for him to
leave.

"Take care of yourself, Shel," I tell him. "You'll be okay. It's a
good school and you'll do well there, I know you will."

"Thanks!" he says quietly, his wan half-smile telling me exactly how
he's feeling.

He looks around. The taxi's waiting for him.

"Got to go," he mumbles.

I watch sadly as the car makes its way along the drive and disappears
from view.