The Life and Loves of a Runaway Boy

I woke to the sound of the old camper van grounding out. Metal squealed on rock, the old guy swore and shifted gear, revved the engine, and forced the van over the obstacle.

He reached over and slapped my leg. “See, nothing gets in the way of the old girl!” He said triumphantly.

I glanced over at him with bleary, tired eyes and cracked out a smile. I looked out of the window. We were in a large gravel car park in the middle of nowhere. Woodland bordered most of it, with a view over a distant lake one way and rocky hills the other. The sky was grey and clouds were gathering.

I frowned. “Where are we?” I asked.

“We’re at the place where I’m going to fuck you again” he said with a grin. “Get in the back and get your kit off for me.”

“But.......”

He interrupted me with a look. He raised one eyebrow. I stopped talking and unfastened my seatbelt and slowly, grudgingly stepped over the arm of my seat and through into the back of the camper van. I sighed as I started to undress. I looked at myself in the narrow, dirty mirror. My shirt and jeans were filthy and starting to smell, not that he cared. I kicked my old sneakers off and dropped my jeans. My underwear, the only pair I had, were still sticky from yesterday’s session. They were little boy pants, but better than nothing. They represented the kid I used to be. Not the castaway young man I had become.

I was sixteen a few days ago. Old enough to consent in the UK in case you’re wondering and yeah, my story takes place in the UK in the early 1990’s. I had been in and out of care homes and foster care all my life having been dumped by drugged up parents before I can remember. I had finally spent a little over a year with a foster family who said they wanted to adopt me, but at fifteen I ran away. Foster dad liked to help me bathe and he liked to make sure I was clean everywhere. Those bathing session were getting more and more intimate. That wasn’t all that unusual. I had been touched up in care homes plenty of times. But one day he made it clear that foster mum would be out that evening and that he intended to “visit me in my bed” to “finish what we started” earlier in the day. Unlike some of the people I had met in my time in care, I had never gone that far and the thought of it scared me. I packed my school backpack and ran. I figured I was old enough to make it on my own.

In hindsight, letting foster dad me touch me in the bathroom and maybe rape me occasionally would have been a better option. He would probably have been gentle with me, he wasn’t some tough guy. And I’d have been fed, clothed, and had a roof over my head. But there was no point in dwelling on that now. It was water under the bridge.

I pulled down my underpants and kicked them to the side and then I peeled my shirt off. I left the clothes on the floor where they lay. I got up onto the single bed that was always ready for action. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was naked - Nick would only do me if I was naked - scrawny, almost skinny. They used to call me “malnourished”. I had some darker hair on my lower legs, but nothing at the top or around my bum. Nick liked that. He said it made me seem like a little boy and he was quite open about liking little boys. I had a growing thatch of pubes above my teenage boy cock, but less than some other people I’d seen. I had unkempt dark hair and a boyish face. In my head I was a man. In the mirror I was still a kid. I turned so that I could see the bruises on my arms, back, stomach and leg. They were fading, but they existed as a reminder of things before Nick “rescued me”.

I rolled my eyes at that. Rescued....... that was a joke.

Life on the street had been very difficult for me. Very different from what I had fantasised. I spent a few weeks travelling south. I was trying to get from the North down to London where I figured I could make it. On the way I had been beaten up several times for trying to sleep on someone else’s territory. I had run from the police having stolen food. I lost my backpack along the way. I fought off fat old men a few times, all of whom had tried to get in my underpants in the dead of the cold, dark nights. Eventually, in a large town just north of London I was careless and got caught. A small group of men, fit and rough, had found me sleeping in a disused lockup. After a struggle that I simply couldn’t win they had me half naked and bent over an empty oil barrel. The feeling I had of losing, of having my jeans pulled down around my knees and exposing my bare bottom...... it was thrilling and terrifying all at once. One of the bigger guys had spat on my anus and was fingering me while another had his cock in his hand. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was about to be raped. I had stopped struggling and had started to wonder what it would be like. Then Nick turned up in his grotty old camper van, lights flashing and horn beeping. It spooked them and they ran. He scooped me up like I was a frightened bunny rabbit. He helped me get dressed and said he’d give me a ride.

I turned away from the van’s mirror and lay face down on the thin foam mattress, putting history out of my mind. The mattress smelled damp and stale. The whole van did. Old, stale, damp, and like old sex. It was a dirty place. Still, it was better than a shop doorway or back alley. Incomparable really. I considered my lucky, honestly.

There was the familiar crunch of the gears and handbrake as the van came to a halt in the furthest corner of the car park. Nick killed the engine, climbed into the back of the van and started to undress as he hummed some nameless tune to himself.

“Come on” he said in a whining voice. “Spread your legs.” This was my fifth time so I guess I should have known what he wanted by now. I opened my legs slightly and turned my head toward the camper van wall. I didn’t want to watch him finish undressing. I knew what was coming. That was enough for me. Nick wasn’t much to look at. I closed my eyes tight shut.

“That’s better!” He said, his tone much sunnier now. He had explained that he liked arses. He like mine a lot. Said it was perfect. He liked that I was slim, but had a young, tight round arse. He liked it when I opened my legs or bent over he could see my hole with having to spread my cheeks apart. He was quite specific about that. That was his kink.

I heard his various items of clothing hit the floor. The belt buckle clanked as it was unfastened and his old baggy jeans dropped around his ankles. There was the sound of fabric on skin as he pulled off his sock and then his underpants. He would be nude now. Almost ready.

He climbed onto the narrow bed, the van’s suspension creaking as he moved around and shifted the weight. He used his knees to open my legs further. I pushed my bottom up. It was going to to happen so might as well make access as easy as possible. I know he wouldn’t take long anyway. He never did. He liked it in and out. Wham-bam-thank-you.

He pushed his face in between my buttocks. Classic move. He didn’t care that I hadn’t washed since last time. He hadn’t let me wash as he wanted to conserve water in the camper van’s tank. He had already made it clear that he couldn’t care less about my state of cleanliness.

After the first time he’d brought me onto the van we had driven for a while to a secluded lay-by on some out of town back road. He had taken taken me into the back of the van and lifted my shirt to look at my bruises. I remember his light touch as he had run his fingers over my stomach and ribs. It had given me goosebumps. It had turned me on in a way no-one had before. He had seemed genuinely caring and concerned in a way that few people in my life had been. He had me take off my shirt and he turned me all around to look at them. He had touched and prodded, telling me he was checking for broken bones. Making sure I was okay under the dirt and bruising.

“Take down your jeans” he had said. A simple request. It just came out easily.

“Are you.....are you going to.....” I had replied. I couldn’t say it. Was he going to rape me now? Was I out of the frying pan and into the fire?

“I’m not going to do anything you’re not okay with, son” he had said. I believed him.

I had dropped my jeans for him. He had examined the bruises on my legs and then he had taken hold of my underpants. He had looked me in the eye, waiting for me to say something, maybe to object. I had held my breath and said nothing, which had given him assumed permission to pull them down, too. I had basically let him strip me.

He had turned me. Had me bend over so he could look at my hole. He had asked if the men had hurt me. I had said no. He had asked if any of them had forced himself on me. I said no.

“Did you want it?” He had said.

I hadn’t answered. I knew what he meant. I had wanted to say no, but I suddenly doubted myself. Maybe I had wanted it a bit.

He had ignored my silence and asked if I had done it before. I had shaken my head. I was embarrassed by that. I had absolutely no sexual experience whatsoever, if you didn’t count old men touching me in care. And I didn’t count that.

He had turned me around again. I was hard by this point. His touch and his questions had been enough for my teenage body to respond. I remember having been embarrassed and I had apologised. He had just laughed, a real belly laugh. He had told me not to worry. Said it was nice. Said I was very attractive and that he liked me. Fancied me. That had given me a weirdly warm feeling that I liked.

He had taken hold of my penis and pulled back my foreskin. I had always tried to stay clean on the street, but I knew I wasn’t very clean right now. He didn’t care. He asked if it was okay and I had just shrugged. He opened his mouth and sucked my cock. It had sent my eyes rolling back in their sockets. He had gripped my buttocks and massaged them as he engulfed my penis, his tongue swirling around my head. I couldn’t believe anything could feel this good. I held out as long as I could, but eventually I shuddered and came and he had swallowed it all down. That had been my first blowjob. No-one had done that to me before. It was..... well, it was amazing and it made me feel that maybe this guy was something special.

After what had seemed like a long time he had turned me around again. He had bent me over the bed and buried his face in my bottom. He had licked my hole, pushing his tongue a little way inside and making me wet and sticky. It had felt great. More than great. I hadn’t wanted him to stop. It had made everything tingle. It made me feel special.

“I’ll make you a deal’ he had said. “I’ll take you in for as long as you like. I’ll make sure you eat. Make sure you’re safe. Give you regular chances to get clean. You can leave whenever you want.....”

“But......?” I had said after he paused. I think I knew what was coming. I think I had already resigned myself to it, having failed miserably on the street on my own. But I had needed to hear it.

“But when I want you, I have you. I won’t hurt you, but you gotta do what I want whenever I want it all the while you’re with me.” There had been a long silence during which neither or us spoke or moved. He had broken it first. “You can get off here if you like. It’s okay. I won’t do you without your consent. But you must know that some day soon someone is going to snag you and take you by force. Might not be as nice as with me.”

I had spent thirty seconds weighing that up. It felt like hours of time. He had been right, of course. Even so, I had almost decided to get up and go, leave, get outta there….. but my legs wouldn’t move. I realised I wanted it. I had wanted closeness with someone for a long time and this seemed like the best way. And I had been curious having resigned myself earlier in the day that it was going to happen. I had wanted to know what it would be like. I had wanted that tingling feeling again. I had wanted it to be okay so that I could torture myself that I should have let foster dad do it.

I had bent back down over the bed and stuck my bum out, arching my back. It had been a yes in actions if not in words. I didn’t have the words anyway.

Rain started to clatter on the camper van roof just as Nick finished eating my arse, leaving spit and saliva coating my hole. It was the only lube I’d get. I sighed, firmly back in the here and now. He lined up his cock with one hand. Nick’s cock was pretty big, I thought. Certainly a lot bigger than my teenage penis. His had a big head like a mushroom and the shaft was dark and veiny. I never enjoyed how he got it into me. That always hurt me. But once he was in, I was now quickly getting used to it. The problem with Nick was that by the time I started to enjoy it, he came and that was that. Finished. He was rarely interested in my pleasure. Well, never interested really.

Back on that first day he had licked my hole. It had sent new and fascinating feelings through my young body. When he finished he instructed me to get on the bed. He had told me to lie on my front. Spread my legs out. Lift my bottom up. He had told me it would hurt at first but that I’d be okay. I had been waiting for some advice. Something I could do to make it good. He had skipped ahead with a simple “I’m going to fuck you now. You get to say no until I’m inside you. Once I start I’m not stopping until I’m through.” That had been it. Advice finished. Learn on the job, I guess.

He had climbed on top of me. I remember that my heart had been racing and I had been sweating. I had doubted my decision to stay. He had lined up his cock and simply thrust forward. I had cried out. I had said stop. Said no. But it had been too late by then and we both knew I didn’t mean it anyway. His cock head was inside me. And he was still pushing. I had buried my head in the mattress and cried into it, my big salty tears soaking into the foam. It had taken only a few minutes to rip my anal virginity away, but then he had been in. All the way in. I had been able to feel that big head far up inside me. The shaft was just there, my anus clamped tightly around the base. Nick had grunted and started to fuck in and out, just short strokes to begin with. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough either. It had all felt so new.

“How old are you?” He had asked casually.

I suddenly realised I had been been sixteen the day before. I’d missed my own birthday. “Sixteen” I said. “Only just. Yesterday, actually.” I had added through gritted teeth. But it had been getting easier. The pain had been fading with every stroke. Pleasure had been growing. It had been weird. Uncomfortable, painful, sexual, overwhelming, and great. Really great. I had been confused. How could I feel all that at once?

And then he had come. Told me I was so tight that he couldn’t hold it. He had wished me a happy birthday as he pulled his softening cock my from arse. His cum had dribbled out of my gaping hole and down over my scrotum.

I smiled to myself though. It hadn’t been terrible. He hadn’t been rough. I had been fucked and wasn’t a virgin any more. I had been so proud of myself for just a second there.

I blinked away the nostalgia. I focused on the rain hitting the roof. I kept my face buried in the foam of the mattress. Here it comes, I thought. Nick shoved his cock at my back door and thrust his hips just like on that first time. There was no foreplay with Nick. He just shoved it in. I groaned at the pain as he speared my anus, forcing my sphincter open and pushing through in a single thrust. Fuck, I hated that part. Hated it and loved it at the same time.

“There you go” he said as he continued to push inside me. He said that a lot. “Fuck, you’re as tight as ever. I love it. Your bum is the best I’ve had, you know?” He said that a lot too.

My groans turned to moans as pain gave way to pleasure. My own cock was soft now. It never stayed hard through the first part. It didn’t matter though. I felt sexy. Even if I hadn’t wanted it to begin with. The fact was, I made Nick hard. He wanted me.

Nick ground himself into me. He leaned over and just fucked. There was no finesse. He didn’t change position or touch me or ask if I was okay. He just thrust, thrust, thrust.

Pre-cum was leaking from my soft cock. There was something about the feeling of Nick’s penis as that head was shallow in my rectum. It touched an area that just made me want to touch myself and come. But that wasn’t why I was here. I was his cum dump. He’d be done in a minute.

Sure enough, long before I could get hard again and just as it was starting to get interesting, Nick grunted a few times. He pumped his cum into me and then quickly pulled out.

“Fucking marvellous” he said, as usual. He slapped my buttocks, as usual, as he rubbed his cock. I was waiting for the final part..... any second.....

“Here, just suck this now” he said. There it was. I scrambled around, my eyes still shut. I didn’t want to see if it was dirty. He didn’t care about that, and he expected me not to care.

After that first time he had pulled me around and asked me to suck. His cock had been dirty then and it smelled of my bottom. I had shaken my head and he started to get angry. “You’ll fuckin’ finish” he had growled. I tentatively opened my mouth and he forced his cock all the way in. I sucked. Psychologically it was revolting and it made me feel sick. Physically it was easier and quicker than I imagined. I sucked him clean, taking on the earthy taste followed by the saltiness of the remaining cum in his system. He had pulled it out of my mouth and I was left thinking “hey, was that it?” I had eaten worse things on the street.

The rain intensified in this gravel car park in the middle of nowhere as I finished sucking him, playing with his balls with my hand. I added that to the routine of my own free will. I wanted to please him. And I liked his balls. They were big, manly things. Not for the first time I wondered how it would be if Nick took his time and really made love to me. I was starting to think I was gay for sure. I wanted it. I just wanted it to be better than this.

When it was done, Nick sat back on the sofa opposite. “Don’t get dressed yet. It’s been a long day of driving and you know that makes me horny. I might want to go again later. Just stay there. No point in getting dressed. I like to look at you anyway.”

I sat back on the bed. I was sweaty and I knew I was starting to smell. I had Nick’s cum leaking from my back passage. Nick had never gone twice before. Maybe the second time would be longer. Maybe more loving. Maybe.

I took a cushion and covered myself. It could all be much worse, I thought to myself.

Nick started blabbering as he always did after taking me. I wasn’t listening. I was daydreaming about him laying me on my back, looking me in my eyes as he lifted my legs and gently entered me, his mouth on mine.

It was just a fantasy though.

Nick pottered around for a while. He checked the old girl for leaks. He made a cup of tea for us both.

Over an hour had passed since he had taken me. Suddenly there was a banging on the camper van door. I jumped out of my skin. Nick pulled his jeans on and went to see what was going on. He gestured to me. “Stay as you are” is what he meant. I cowered back and held the cushion close.

The wind had got up and the rain was coming down hard. The van was swaying back and forth. Nick unlocked the door and it blew open. There was a man outside in this weather. There was some shouting above the wind and rain and then Nick brought the stranger into the van. He wrestled the door closed to drown out some of the noise.

I was wide eyed, grasping my cushion to protect my modesty. What the fuck?

Nick asked the guy what he had been saying.

“I said you can’t camp here” he repeated as he looked around the van. He spotted me, obviously naked. His eyes seemed to go wide for a couple of seconds. I looked away, my face flushed red.

“Ah, we’re breaking the rules are we?” Asked Nick. He had his jovial voice on. It was the one he used when he was trying to get his way from a stranger. Making friends and conning people, basically. One thing about Nick, he knew people. He knew how to get around them.

The man smiled. “Sorry mate. The car park is closed right now and I’m not supposed to let anyone in. I’m surprised you got this old thing over the barrier. Look, i’m sorry if I’m interrupting......” he glanced pointedly back at me.

Nick was quick to respond. “Ah is that what that was? A barrier…..? You want a cuppa? Here, get that wet jacket off while I sort you out” he didn’t wait for a response. He just put the kettle on and grabbed a clean cup from the cupboard. “Sugar?” He asked. Nick was ignoring the question from the man about whether he’d interrupting something.

The man seemed to be ready to protest, but he eyed me, looked up as if picturing the rain, thought better of it. The look on his face was clear: a cup of tea won’t hurt. He took of his jacket. “Two please mate” he said.

The two men exchanged some typically British pleasantries before Nick handed the new guy a cup of tea with two sugars. He took the coat and placed it on a hook near the door where it dripped rainwater into the old carpet.

The man was looking back at me with a curious expression on his face. I just huddled back against the camper van wall, red faced and trying to disappear. “This your.......son?” He asked. He knew full well that I wasn’t.

Nick chuckled. “No.” He said. “He’s a stray. I picked him up near London. Rescued him from some guys who were going to...... well, they were going to hurt the poor young thing. So I’m looking out for him for a bit.”

The man seemed like he wanted to ask more. He was staring at me now. Could not take his eyes from me as I knelt on the bed, hiding silently behind the cushion and trying not to display any more of myself than was necessary. I furtively glanced at him from time to time, but his eyes remained glued to me.

“Fucking London” the guy said. “Good of you to take him in though. You never know what you’re getting into with these kids these days.....especially from the big cities.”

Nick chuckled. “You’re right there mate. London’s become a shit hole. I’m fed up with it. That’s why I’m moving back up here. I don’t mind telling ya, It’s been a bitch of a drive in this old thing. We just wanted to find a place to park up before the weather hit, before we.... er..... settled down for the night.” Nick said that last part in a funny way. Was he trying to signal something?

“The lad’s a young ‘un.....” the man said.

“Yeah. He is I guess. Sixteen a little while ago.” He chuckled and passed the man a biscuit. “So yeah, he’s young, but I guess old enough to do what he wants, if you take my meaning.” He had a broad smile on his face.

“I hear that loads of these boys have to sell themselves to stay alive, so I hear. Is that what this lad was doing? Selling himself? You know...... sex.” He said, almost embarrassed to use the word. He forced a laugh. “Imagine that, a young lad selling his body......” he seemed to trail off. His eyes didn’t though. They were piercing right into me.

Nick chuckled again. It was a different tone this time, but I figured I was the only one picking it up. “Some of those young boys quite like it, I hear” he said. “Some of them enjoy..... you know...... getting a bit of experience? And there’s no harm, I reckon, if they’re willing. If they’re not being forced and they’re not too young. You know what I mean?”

The guy tore his eyes from me and looked at Nick. He seemed unsure about how far he should go in this conversation but he was plainly hearing what he wanted to hear. Suddenly he spoke. “Yeah I guess if a boy wanted someone to...... Show them the ropes......? Give them a bit of experience? Yeah I guess that’s okay. Terrible if they’re being forced, obviously.” He stopped for a second, his eyes fixed back on me. “I have no problem with lads these day if they like that sort of thing. I’m not.... you know..... homophobic.” He said.

Nick chuckled again. He had read the signs and he dove right in. “Look, I know you are just doing your duty and all. No problem with that. More people should be as serious about their job if you ask me. But look, maybe we could come to some agreement? Me and the lad here, we were about to..... you know? He’s got himself all ready and he’s a shy one, so I don’t want to have to put him off. You could stick around if you like. You know...... watch? Doesn’t bother me at all. Might be entertaining enough to make you forget you need to to move us on, at least until tomorrow morning?” Nick chuckled in a conspiratorial way with his new best mate.

The man looked from me to Nick and back again. He seemed on the edge of agreeing, but unsure. Wary. Like this might be a trap.

Nick noticed that too. “Tell you what. You sit there and drink your tea. Take the weight off. I’m gonna go about my business over here. The lad’s got needs, you know? He won’t mind if there’s an audience, it’ll be good for him. So, if you stay and drink your tea that’s just fine. Up to you. All good. See what you think. You look like you know what you’re doing so if you offered some advice yourself, you know...... it’s all good. I wouldn’t hold it against you if you tell me to move on. But drink your tea first, yeah?”

The man didn’t move for a minute. Then he sat back and seemed to relax. That was Nick’s cue.

He came and sat on the bed near to me. He reached out his hand for the cushion. I flushed bright red again and he smiled at me. He held his hand out. I looked over at the man who just sat there sipping his tea, watching. I knew the expression on my face said everything. What the fuck?

Nick raised his eyebrow in that way that he had. “Come on son. Just like before” He said to me softly. “What difference does it make?”

He closed his hand on the cushion and started to pull it away. I allowed the cushion to be pulled away until it was gone. I guess I could have held on to it, or just plain said “no”. But Nick was all I had. Besides, despite my disgust at myself I had a bit of a thrill at the thought this guy would be watching. There was a hunger in his eyes that I couldn’t get out of my head. I closed my eyes, shocked at myself.

“Lie down, son” Nick said. “Face down.”

I didn’t move quickly enough so Nick moved me. I wasn’t objecting, I was just going slow. He moved me into my usual position. I pushed my red, embarrassed face into the mattress. I went into autopilot. I spread my legs. I pushed up my bum. Nick undressed. Somehow he was able to totally ignore the guy and his tea who had made a few “mmmm” noises as I lay down and got into position.

Nick got behind me. He licked my crack again despite the filth from earlier. He made me wet and slick again. Then got on top of me. He lined himself up and shoved it straight into me again. All the usual stuff.

“Ahh” I cried out. It was inside me in one go once again, no thought for my pleasure or pain. And I had been a bit more resistant than usual, clenched tighter with someone else watching. Bastard.

Nick fucked me with the car park guy watching us. He took longer this time, perhaps because he’d come already. I pushed up and back like usual. It was starting to feel good and if I was going to be humiliated like this in front of a pervert stranger I wanted to enjoy it. Nick seemed to take my cue and he began to fuck me in long, gentle strokes. I turned my head from the wall and glanced over at the man. He had his cock out through his fly and was stroking it. He liked what he saw. He was practically drooling.

I couldn’t focus on him. Not when Nick was suddenly so attentive. He held me as he thrust into me. It was warm and I felt secure. This was outside of his usual routine. He kissed my neck, sending electricity down my spine. I made myself moan loudly in a way that said “yeah I like that”. Nick thrust into me and ground his pelvis against my upturned bottom. I closed my eyes. It felt good, painful of course and uncomfortable, but it was that good pain that’s so hard to describe. And it felt unusually dirty with a voyeur sitting four feet away. I started to wonder how it would be if he slowed down, maybe changed position, kissed me......

Then it was over. He came without warning. Finished. Then cock out. All done.

I couldn’t entirely hide my disappointment and I tutted under my breath. I had hoped for more this time. I knew my place though. Nick would be annoyed if I didn’t finish like he taught me. I dutifully got up on my knees and turned, realising too late that my cummy gaping hole was now on display for the stranger, a dribble of Nick’s juice running down my thigh. I closed my eyes and sucked Nick’s cock like always. It was filthy, but I was getting used to it and it no longer bothered me like it had done the first time. Besides, it was my only way of saying thanks.

Nick gestured to the other guy while I was sucking him. “If you want a go, that’s cool” he said. “I can never go for long. He’s too fucking tight! Grips like a velvet glove. Too fucking pretty for sure. Wouldn’t hurt for him to get some experience with another bloke.”

The man was stock still. I was too. Did Nick just offer me up to some stranger? What the fuck....? Watching was one thing, but allowing some guy fuck me who literally just walked into the van fifteen minutes ago...... what the fuck......?

I broke the silence, taking my mouth off his cock. “Er...... Nick.......” I said very tentatively.

Nick laughed. “Come on kid. We need to a place to park and this guy’s in charge around here.” He looked at me with that raised eyebrow. “We want to stay here tonight, right? This is just some extra experience for you. He knows what he’s doing. I can tell these things. I’m sure he won’t hurt you.” And he grinned broadly at me. It was his “it’s all good” grin. His “go with me on this” grin.

I was practically on all fours, my face in Nick’s groin. I turned slowly torwards the parking guy. He had his cock in his hand and he was looking at me like I was the best Christmas present he’d ever had. There was no doubt, as Nick had already surmised.

This guy was going to take what was on offer.

“You sure I can take a turn?” He said.

“Of course!” Nick said, not even letting the man finish his sentence. He had that tone tone, like “we’re already best mates, let’s share!”

“He okay with that?”

“Of course he is. He likes it. He’s cool, you don’t need to worry on that front.”

“I like to take my time if that’s not too much trouble?”

“Hey you can take as long as you like. No skin off my nose. He’ll do what he’s told. He’s well behaved. Knows his place.”

“Well, if you’re sure......”

Nick got up off the bed and scratched himself. “I’m going to go get cleaned up. He’s all yours. Don’t mind me pottering around though. We’re not going anywhere until tomorrow, are we?” He asked pointedly.

There was a pause. “No” he said. Final confirmation. “I guess we’ve got all night” the man said with a grin. Nick wandered to the back of the van to the tiny bathroom. The man looked at me. He stood, came over to the bed and touched me, running his fingers along my back, his cock twitching through the fly of his trousers. In quick succession he cupped my bottom, stroked my body up to my neck, and touched my cheek.

The stranger’s touch gave me goosebumps. Was I really going to take this guy’s cock? What the hell was I doing?

“Here” he said, all pretence of not being sure gone completely. That was an instruction to take him in my mouth. His voice was quiet, commanding and firm without it sounding like an order.

I turned on the bed. I was on all fours, my head down low. I faced his cock. It was about the same size as Nick’s but it was clean and there was no smell. The head of his cock wasn’t as big, but perhaps his shaft was bigger. Wider.

I glanced up and he was watching me. He nodded slowly. I closed my eyes and resigned myself to it. Maybe Nick would get jealous and take better care of me when he took me.

I slowly opened my mouth and he pushed his cock in. There was almost no taste. Just a bit of saltiness from the tiny bead of precum in his pee hole. It was nice. I sucked and licked around the head. I got into it. I was nicer sucking on a clean cock. Way nicer. I never knew.

The man was busy undressing while I sucked. He pulled his sweater over his head and he unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop to the floor. His boxers were next. I fed his cock back through the fly of them so that they could drop away freely, then I got back to work. He kicked off his shoes, trousers and boxers and when he was just standing in front of me in his vest and socks, he placed his hands on my head. He held me still as he pushed his hard penis into my mouth, and then pulled out again.

I saw what he was doing. Fucking my face. I tried to make a sort of tunnel with the roof of my mouth and my tongue. He liked that. He picked up speed and started to push further in. I had a sudden panic that he’d make me gag, but I focused hard on breathing through my nose. He hit the back of my throat a few times, but I managed to hold it together. This was a new experience. It wasn’t what Nick did. I kinda liked it.

He took his hands off my head and leaned right over me. He grabbed my bottom with both hands and squeezed, pulling my cheeks apart. He trailed a single finger down between them to my anus and he very gently pushed it inside me. Fuck, that felt good. I was still wet and sticky down there with saliva and Nick’s cum. The man didn’t seem to mind all that as he fingered me gently, just the tip pushing in and out.

Another finger from the other hand came to play. I soon had two fingers inside me, carefully caressing my insides, sometimes exploring deeper and other times running around the ring of my anus and gently pulling me open. I never knew anything could feel this good. I forgot all my inhibitions at sucking and possibly fucking a stranger. I arched my back to push my bottom as far up as I could. I wanted him to have the very best access. He responded by inserting his fingers more deeply, and then a third pushed inside me.

I moaned around his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t help it. My anal passage just felt so good. The guy kind of laughed under his breath. He took his fingers out, nice and slowly so as not to hurt me, and he lightly slapped my buttocks.

“Come here and lie on your back” he said so softly it was almost a whisper. It was awkward because I didn’t know what I was doing. I had never been taken any way except Nick’s way. I got on my back. He pushed my legs back and leaned into me. I realised what he was doing, having me lie on my back with my legs in the air, pulled back. He could get to me that way. Wow, I never knew. I felt so exposed. Like he could do anything to me from here.

He used his fingers again to spread me open. It felt so good. I felt like I had to wiggle to get those fingers into me further. He pushed down hard on my anus and then pulled my ring open from side to side. It was weirdly uncomfortable but not painful. I relaxed and let him open me up. Then grabbed his cock and started to stuff it into me. There was no pain and he went slowly, pushing in gently. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt his head push through and my anus closed tightly around his thick shaft. I moaned again. I grabbed his hand and started to suck his fingers. They had been up my arse and I just wanted them in me again no matter how.

The man did his little laugh again. He said under his breath “I guess he only knows one position? He was right though. You’re a tight one.” as he pushed his cock inside me. I nodded, but I guessed it wasn’t really a question.

The man quickly built up speed and a rhythm. He started slow and long and gentle and once I was used to him, holding my legs back for him, he ploughed into me. My hole seemed to grip him but I didn’t feel like it was closing all the time. It felt smooth as he went in and out. It was great. I was getting hard.

He took his cock out and I wondered if he was done, but he had me flip over and bend over the bed so that I had my feet in the floor. He pushed back into me in this position. I almost came then. Long strands of precum were running from the tip of my cock and to the mattress. He fucked me this way for a few minutes and then had me push my knees up on the bed. He followed me up, his cock still in me.

I got on my hands and knees, my hips pushed back, my head down low. He gripped my hips with his hands, pulling me toward him as he fucked into me. He was going hard now. Really hard. It was less comfortable because of the speed and he was ramming into me. I was sweating heavily and the breath was being pushed out of my lungs with every thrust. It made little noises as the air escaped from me.

These new sensations were mind blowing.

My cock was rock hard. Maybe the hardest it had ever been. I was so close to coming. I wanted to touch it, but I needed both hands to steady myself with how forcefully he was thrusting at my back entrance. My whole world was this great sized cock just fucking into me. He’d been gentle and opened me up and relaxed me. Now he was just going for it. I couldn’t believe how different this was from Nick’s sex. It had already gone about ten times longer. I felt a pang of guilt that I liked this better than sex with Nick.

Suddenly he surged forwards. I felt his cock grow inside me and my eyes went wide. It felt like it was stretching me out again. Then it twitched and I could feel it as he shot wave after wave of hot cum deep in me. I breathed out “oh” with each spurt. I felt every one. That was new.

He remained in place for a minute or two, then he gently pulled his soft penis from me. My heart was racing. He pushed me down onto my side and then onto my back and he grabbed my cock. He played with it and wanked me. I went to move my hands in the way but he swatted them back. I was so ready that within a minute I had shot my cum. The first spurt went right up my chest to my chin. I hadn’t ever cum so hard. In fact no-one else had ever made me come, other than that first blowjob from Nick.

He scooped the cum from my belly in his fingers and fed it to me. I didn’t complain. I just took it like a little bird. I sucked his fingers each time. I ate my own salty juices and licked his fingers clean.

When he’d fed me all the cum he could collect, he cupped the back of my head in his hand and brought me to his penis. I gobbled it up despite the mess. He seemed really pleased with that and he started to grow big again. I really worked it. I didn’t like the mess, of course, but it was no worse than Nick’s each time and at least he had started out clean. And I was so grateful. Nick never made me come, that was always my job, usually in the dead of night when the old man was snoring away to himself.

Finally he pulled his penis from my mouth. He wasn’t fully hard, but not soft either. He stroked my hair and and pushed me onto my back where he continued to caress and explore my body.

“You were good” he said simply in a low, quiet voice.

I didn’t know how to respond to I just said “Thanks.”

“He doesn’t look after you well enough. I’m going to tell him that.” He said.

I shrugged.

“There are men out there who would value your body. Probably value you as a companion too. Remember that. There are nice people who’d take care of you.” he said.

I shrugged again.

“Be careful though. There are men who would make money from you. You’d fetch a high price. You’re that good. And you’re young.”

I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t think shrugging would be appropriate. He continue to run his hand and and down my midriff. It was that moment Nick chose to appear from the bathroom, a newspaper under his arm. “All sorted?” He asked, glancing up.

“Yes mate” the stranger said. “Look, I feel like my end of the deal was light. Why don’t I run you into town. Buy you some fish and chips?”

Nick looked down at me, my naked body stretched out on the bed. He didn’t like taking me anywhere. People asked questions. It was hard to explain having an much younger fuck toy hanging around.

“Why don’t we go. Leave the young ’un to get freshened up. We can bring some back for him.”

The man agreed and I wondered if I would actually see any food. I was out of sight and easily out of mind. However, the two men left and Nick gave me permission to get clean and use the shower, which was a relief. They returned later with food for me, which I ate hungrily. It was the most food, and the best food, I had eaten for weeks. Afterwards I was sleepy. Nick suggested I get tucked into bed while the two men broke out a bottle of rum that Nick kept hidden away. I dozed off, but I woke much later to hear the men chatting at the front of the van.

“All I’m saying is that you gotta treat the kid better than you do. You know as well as I do that he ain’t eating enough and he’s not clean enough. You gotta decide whether you want him around because if you do, you gotta up your game.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing with him really. He’s not my first youngster but they usually run away by now, or I kick ‘em out. But he’s a good fuck...... I don’t know.”

“Aye, he’s a damn good fuck. You could tell him that. He idolises you I reckon. Take more time with him. Don’t tell me you can’t do better than shoving his face into a pillow while you ram his cunt from behind. You know a few more moves than that, Nick. From what you’ve told me tonight you know a lot more.”

“Yeah...... I’m just not sure I want him getting attached. I’ll think about it. You’ve been a generous friend tonight.”

“As have you Nick. Sharing your boy with me was a classy move. I appreciate it. I’ve not had such a tight furrow to plough in a long time.”

I drifted off to sleep again as the two men got more and more drunk. I dreamed of strange men making love to me, gentle and hard and loving and rough, and I woke in the night as I shot cum over myself in bed. It had been a long while since I’d had a wet dream. It was dark and Nick was snoring in his bed. I ignored my jizz and went back to sleep.

To be continued......