The Runner

by Nathan Jones

email: nathan.jones080@gmail.com

Episode Three

I ran a little way and then started to walk. I could hardly believe what had just happened and I could hardly have been happier. I realized that I was being a bit pushy but it was what Karl seemed to need to be able to give in to his own feelings. If he wanted me to take the lead I would be happy to oblige.

     When I got home I jumped in the shower and began to wash myself down. Karls cum had dried on my stomach. The water from the shower rehydrated it, and I could feel it's slipperyness. I didn't mind because it was a part of him. It had come from his body and there could be nothing bad about his body, as far as I was concerned. I soaped myself down taking my time. The water ran down my back and between my firm ass cheeks. As I began to think about what had happened, I began to get hard again, I took the head of the shower and played it over my swollen shaft, enjoying the tingling feeling as the fine needles of water played over its head. Unable to resist I closed my eyes and began to jerk off slowly, remembering the feel of Karl's body in my arms, his hot rod pressed against my stomach, the sensation as his jets of cum forced their way between our writhing bodies. I closed my eyes and worked my shaft, standing with my legs slightly apart so that I could feel my balls swinging heavily, as I beat out a faster and faster rhythm. I put my free hand between my cheeks and pressed lightly against my hole. The running water provided the lubrication I needed to push one finger in about an inch. My balls began to pull up towards my body as I came close to climax. I thought about Karl's face, about how he had begged to stop as he unloaded his milk, how he gasped and how he had been unable to stand. I opened my eyes in time to see the first streamer of cum as I began to spray the wall.

     "Oooooh, yeh! yeh!" I breathed.

     After catching my breath I finished showering and dried myself. If I hurried I had time to get into town and use some of my savings to buy some new jeans and a top for the party. I hurried downstairs where I was met by my dad.

     "How was the run son?"

     "Amazing dad, amazing. Can't wait for next Saturday to do it again." I grinned.

     "Good, good. You're really getting into this running lark aren't you!"

     "Yeh! I like it. The guys are a really good bunch." I said.

     "By the way, Jack has asked me to stay over at his tonight. Will that be okay?"

     I knew it would be because I'd stayed at Jacks on many previous occasions. My parents knew him but they didn't know his parents, so I was pretty safe using him as an alibi.

     "Sure, no problem. Just make sure you take your mobile just in case." he ordered.

     I made myself a quick sandwich and dashed out the door still eating it. My parents had always given me a lot of freedom. They were of the opinion that you can't learn to be responsible if you never have to make your own decisions. Most of the time they were right, but today was one of those days that I would use that freedom to my advantage.

     I took the bus into town and wandered around the shops looking for my new clothes. I found a really cool place that sold sagger jeans that fastened loosely and a t'shirt that clung just tightly enough to show off my physique without looking like it had been sprayed on.

     I'd forgotten to ask Karl what time the party started but I knew it would be early. We were still young and impatient. Who wants to wait until ten or eleven when you can start having fun at seven! As I sat and ate my Burger King meal, I decided I'd go along there at eight just to be sure.

     The afternoon seemed to drag on forever and when I got home I tried on my new clothes several times before evening arrived. The jeans hung low on my hips and the curve of my ass showed nicely above the waistband. I decided on white underwear, admiring the outline of my hard cock and using all of my will power not to jerk off again.

     Just before eight I set off for Karl's, a small backpack contained all I needed. On the way I bought a large bottle of coke, for me, and a six pack of beer for the others. The laws in the UK used to be quite lax but I still held my breath as I paid for the alcohol, praying that I wouldn't be asked for I.D. The shopkeeper hardly looked away from the football match that was on the TV as he served me and I'm sure that if I had been ten years old, he would still have taken my money.

     As I approached Karl's house I could hear the music as it thumped loudly. The front door was open and I walked in without being challenged. As was usual at our age the party was mostly guys. About twenty of them in this case. I spotted Karl over at the computer choosing a tune from the playlist.

     "Hey shorty! What you doin here?" a voice called from my left.

     To my surprise, and horror, it was Steve, the guy with the big cock that had caught me staring at him in the shower.

     "Hi!" I grinned weakly.

     "Lets have one of those beers then!" he shouted above the music.

     I moved over to him and peeled of a can, offering it to him. He took it off me with a serious look then smiled and ruffled my hair.

     "I might take a shower later" he joked, Just telling you in case you want to watch!"

     "Ha ha!" I responded, reddening a little.

     And that was it. Everything was right with the world again. Like I said. They were all a good bunch really.

     I went over to Karl and touched him on the back. He turned looking distracted and said a quick, "Hi!" before turning back to the computer screen. He seemed embarrassed by my presence. I was gutted! I almost left the party there and then, but as I walked to the door Steve grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me aside.

     "So, shorty! Tell me about yourself."

     I was a bit reluctant at first but after a few minutes chatting to Steve I calmed down and relaxed. I began to realize that I'd been a bit stupid really, expecting Karl to welcome me with open arms. What we'd done this morning was pretty extreme and I suppose he just needed time to adjust. In my case my hormones had overcome all other considerations, but now, after thinking about it, I decided I needed to play it cool.

     It turned out that Steve was a really interesting guy and not a bit like I'd expected. We chatted and joked and generally messed about. I think he was genuinely sorry for what had happened in the shower and was  trying to make up for it, in his own way. There was just one problem though. As we chatted I noticed that I was starting to feel a bit strange. Someone had given me a fruit drink and I'd accepted it without thinking. I tasted nice and I couldn't detect any alcohol. Later I discovered it was a drink called Malibu, mixed with pineapple juice. The alcohol content wasn't that high but it was enough and I had been drinking it as if it was just pure fruit juice. It was then that Karl came over to talk.

     "Hi!" he said nervously. "All okay?"

     "Sure!" I replied, over overenthusiasticly, slurring my speech a little.

     Karl looked at me then at Steve, who looked back at him eyebrows raised.

     "I think I'm going to be sick! I slurred.

     "Oh my god! What have you been drinking?"

     "Fruit juice, just fruit juice, honest!"

     The mix of the alcohol and the tension that I'd been feeling started to overwhelm me and tears began to well up. This was a complete nightmare!

     "Quick, this way!" said Karl as he took me by the arm and led me across the room. In the hall was a small toilet and sure enough as soon as I opened the door I started to vomit. Just making it in time to the toilet. Karl knelt beside me arm around my shoulders.

     "It's okay! Get it all out, that's it!" he encouraged.

     I felt such a fool. I wanted him to see me as grown up and here I was showing what a complete novice I was. When I'd finished he helped me to clean up and led me into the hallway.

     "You can lie down for a while in my room." he offered.

     Under any other circumstance I would have been over the moon, but as things were, I just nodded meekly and allowed him to lead me upstairs.

     His room was large and very neat, two walls were lined with bookshelves that displayed models and all the other junk that teenagers tend to collect. They even had a few books on them. Another was filled by a large walk-in wardrobe. I flopped down on his bed and he pulled my shoes off. I lay on my back covering my eyes with my arm. The sound of dance music and loud conversation came from below as the party continued without me. Karl placed a plastic bowl at my side.

     "I'll come back and check on you later, okay?"

     "Okay!" I replied, already falling asleep.

     I don't know how long I was passed out for but it could only have been an hour or two. I woke to hear the ever present music but I noticed that the sound of conversation had died down. The door creaked open and someone came into the room.

     "You okay?" a voice whispered.

     I imagined it was Karl but I wasn't sure. I didn't answer, instead I pretended to still be asleep. I was actually feeling much better now. It seemed my stomach had rejected the alcohol before it had had time to do any real damage. I felt somebody poke me lightly in the side. Still, I didn't respond. There was silence for what seemed an age and then finally another, rougher poke and a "Hey!"

     I remained still, arm covering my face. A hand rested on my chest and another began to lift up the bottom of my t-shirt. My heart began to beat faster as I realized somebody was taking the opportunity to take a look at my body. I felt a light touch on my stomach and it took all of my willpower not to flinch. The hand on my chest moved and I felt it reposition over my now stiffening cock. It lightly massaged me through my jeans, tracing the outline of my growing member. I began to breath more deeply as the excitement grew. I felt a button pop on my jeans and then another and another, before the same hand pealed open my jeans. It moved to my stomach and then, after a pause slid slowly below the waistband of my underwear.

     By now I was fully hard and it wasn't long before the outstretched fingers touched the tip of my bone hard cock. I barely restrained a gasp. When I felt the tickle of hair touch my stomach I sucked my stomach in, no longer able to feign sleep. The hand reached inside and grasped my cock firmly and I thought for a second that I was going to cum there and then.

     "Auuhhhh!" I sucked in a breath.

     It was then that I realized that this wasn't Karl. The hair was too long. He had short cropped hair and this person definitely had more than that!" Before I could do anything I felt my underwear pealed back and a  hot mouth engulf the head of my shaft. I let out a long gasp as the sounds of sucking and our soft groans of pleasure filled the room. By now it was too late to stop. Karl or not I was too excited.

     It was then that we both heard Karl shout down to somebody from just outside the door.

     "Steve? I don't know! Yes, I'm just going to check on him now. Let yourselves out!"

     My eyes sprang open. Sure enough there was Steve, a shocked look on his face but still grasping my cock firmly. His own cock was in his other hand and I saw that he had been jerking himself off as he had been sucking me. He leaped up and headed for the wardrobe. I didn't have time to cover myself up properly but Steve had managed to cover my wet cock with my underwear before bolting for cover. As the bedroom door opened the wardrobe door slid shut and I lay still with my jeans open and my stiff cock outlined by my white underpants.

     Karl moved silently towards me and knelt down at my side.

     "You okay?" he asked.

     "Better?" I whispered. "Can I stay here tonight?"

     "I was hoping you'd ask me that!" he said, smiling."

     "Some of the guys are still downstairs. They're going to sleep on the sofas so the music will go on for a while but I'm coming to bed now. Okay? Do you think you can stop playing with yourself long enough to wait for me?"

     I chuckled softly, "Okay!"

     He crept quietly out the door again. As it closed I sat up quickly but my head spun so much I had to lie back down again.

     "Steve!" I hissed.

     The door slid open a couple of inches.

     "Quick! Go!"

     "No way!" Steve answered. "And miss the show!"

     The door opened again and Karl entered, closing it behind him. He moved to the bottom of the bed and pulled off my socks. Then, taking hold of my jeans he pulled and I lifted my ass so that he could slide them down and off. As I took off my t-shirt he began to strip down to his underwear. I glanced over towards the wardrobe which was still open a few inches. It was impossible to see inside because it was to dark but I knew that Steve was in there watching everything. I felt a bit disloyal to Karl but what could I do. If I told him,  I would find myself out on the street in seconds. On the other hand, whatever Steve saw he couldn't blab about. After all, he'd been sucking my cock!

     I moved over as Karl pulled back the duvet and we both slipped under it. I could hardly believe it! In bed, in just my underwear, with Karl at my side and Steve, having just sucked my boner, in the wardrobe watching it all. Suddenly it all seemed a bit comical and I had to hold back a giggle.

     The music was still beating out it's rhythm below as I turned my back to Karl and he moved up close behind me to cuddle me. I felt warm and secure in his arms and almost forgot about Steve. Very soon I began to feel his stiffening cock pressing against my ass.

     "Will you make me a promise?" he asked.

     "Sure!" I said smiling. "Just one though, because I'm going to move and I'm going to keep my eyes open."

     He squeezed me tightly and his cock pulsed as it pressed between my cheeks. I turned in his arms to face him and hugged him back, at the same time looking over his shoulder towards the wardrobe. Steve had opened the door a bit more and I had time to make out his now naked torso before he moved back into the shadows.

     I kissed Karl's neck and he rolled onto his back. I moved to lie on top of him.

     "Have you ever done this before?" He asked me?

     "No. Have you?"

     "Once, with a girl" he replied. "But I've imagined it a million times with a guy."

     I slid my hands down his sides as he slid his down my back and over my ass, pushing them below the fabric of my underwear.

     "Mmmmmm" I groaned.

     I began to move down his body, thinking to take his cock in my mouth, hidden from Steve's view by the duvet, but Karl held me and said, "Wait! Let me this time."

     Reaching down we both slid off our clothes. I opened my legs and moved to sit astride his chest. My cock stood out prominently and my balls rested on his body. He took my shaft and worked his hand up and down it slowly. I slid forward a bit more and he pulled it down towards his mouth. I leaned forward and placed the smooth head against his lips. He lifted his head taking it in and sucking hard. Slowly, I began to fuck his face as he placed his hands firmly on my ass cheeks to encourage me.

     Ooooh!!! I gasped as I began to drive deeper.

     For the second time tonight, slurping and sucking sounds filled the room, but very soon I had to stop, afraid I was going to cum. I pulled out and moved down his body.

     "That's amazing!" I breathed.

     "Now do it to me!" he answered.

     In response I spun around so that I could take his cock while he took mine but I was too short and he couldn't reach. Instead, as I took his glistening cock head into my mouth, I felt him prize my cheeks apart. He spat on his fingers and used them to lubricate my hole. I groaned loudly as he began to work his fingers over the entrance to my body.

     "Oh.....God!" he gasped as I sucked his cock.

     His cock seemed even thicker and longer than the first time and I soon began to gag as I took him deeper but that just seemed to turn him on even more!

     Yeh! Oh yeh! deeper babe!" he encouraged.

     I reached under myself taking my pulsing shaft in my hand and jerking myself as I sucked him. suddenly I felt one of his fingers enter me and I uttered a muffled groan of pleasure.

     "Does it feel good?" he asked.

     I pulled off him for a second, knowing that the question was a disguised request.

     "Let me show you!" I said

     I spun around and firmly took him by the waist encouraging him to turn on his stomach. He obediently lay face down for me. I moved to his ass and opened his cheeks slightly, spitting on his hole. He lifted his ass opening it more to me and I worked my fingers around his hole before pushing one of them in. In answer he lifted his ass even higher.

     "You like that don't you?" I whispered.

     "Mmmmm!" he groaned.

     I pushed another finger in. He pushed back. My cock was dripping pre-cum by now and was in serious need of some attention, so I pulled out my fingers and placed my cock in his crack, testing the water to see how he would react.

     "Is that your cock?" he asked looking back.

     "Yeh! Do you mind?"

     "No, I like it!" he answered.

     I began to slap it against his hole while I massaged his cheeks, just like I'd seen in the gay porno on the internet. It drove him wild.

     A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention and I glanced over to see Steves face in the open door of the wardrobe mouthing the words "Fuck him!"

     "Do you want me to put it in?" I asked, my voice shaking.

     "Just a bit." he answered. "Slowly!"

     I pressed the head of my lubricated cock against his wet hole and pushed. At first it wouldn't go in but Karl reached back with one hand and took my cock to guide it. With a final push I managed to enter him.

     "Arrrggghh!" he moaned.

     I stopped for a few seconds.

     "It's okay now. More!" he panted.

     I pushed deeper and he groaned again. Before long I was able to begin driving deep and pulling almost completely out.

     "Arrgggg! Arrgggg! Arrgggg!" he groaned repeatedly as I began to pound him harder and harder.

     Finally I couldn't hold on any longer. As I pounded Karls ass I could see, in the shadows, Steve beating his cock furiously!

     "I'm nearly cumming!" I cried, almost desperately. "What should I do?"

     "Inside me, cum inside me! I want to feel you cum inside me!" gasped Karl

     That did it! I began to pound him with all my force as he jerked his own cock. Slapping sounds and groans filled my ears until I couldn't hold it any longer.

     "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Arrrrgggghhhh!

     As I came, he came too. If it hadn't been for the music everyone in the house would have heard us!

     "Yeh! Fill me! Fill me with your cum! Aauggh! Aauggh!" he cried as his cum splashed onto the sheets.

     I leaned forward driving as deep as I could, pumping the last of my cream into him. At the same time, I caught sight of a streamer of cum as it jetted from the crack in the wardrobe door.

     He collapsed under me and I lay on top of him, still inside him. I moved to pull out but he squeezed with his cheeks to stop me.

     "No! Stay inside me!"

     I did as he asked and my cock stayed hard long enough for us both to fall asleep in that position.

     By the time we woke up, the wardrobe was empty and Steve had gone. I never told Karl. But then I didn't need to.