The Life and Loves of a Runaway Boy

Interlude

We’d driven a long way over two days, the old camper van chugging along back roads like an ancient workhorse.

I was nervous about what came next for me but I was determined to show Nick one last time that I was grateful to him. He’d been different since I had a go at him. Chattier, but more genuine. At least I thought so. He was nicer like this. I wondered if he’d be better with sex too. I wanted to find out. It had been a while and I was surprised to find that I wanted it. I wanted to feel close, even if it was just the usual crappy fuck. After all, this was the guy who I’d lost my virginity to. And on balance, he’d been good to me when most people weren’t.

The sun was setting as we pulled into a yet another deserted car park. It was basically a small field near the coast. As usual with Nick’s preferred stopping points, there was no-one here and no sign the place had been used for…. well, for a long time.

There was the familiar crunch of gears and the handbrake being applied. I smiled a little at that. I’d miss that godawful racket. Nick sighed and I wondered if he’d instruct me to go in the back and strip off. He got horny when he drove for long distances and I was ready to be told what to do. When no such order came, I unfastened my seatbelt and leaned up from the passenger seat. I kissed him on the cheek.

“That was a long drive.” I said.

“Yep, it was.” He replied. “We’ve made good time though. We’ll be at Nat’s place tomorrow, probably around lunchtime. Okay?”

“Long drives make you horny.” I said. Ignore the rest of his bullshit, I thought. He was deflecting.

He looked at me with sad eyes. “Yep, it does.” He said. He didn’t make a move. For fuck’s sake Nick!

“You probably want me to go and get naked?” I half stated, half asked. I raised an eyebrow.

“I…….” He trailed off. He was on some kind of guilt trip since our last two proper conversations. Now, he just seemed keen to hand me off to his friend. He hadn’t touched me since. I was beginning to wonder if I smelled, but then I remembered that Nick didn’t care if I did or didn’t. Filthy bastard.

I could see he wasn’t budging. I sensed he wanted to, but knowing I wanted more than a quick fuck out of Nick, more than just me laying down and taking it, was stopping him from doing what he wanted. Thing is, I was horny now too. And my teenage brain had taken this as a challenge. I wanted to see what Nick was capable of. And I was desperate to be had.

I tilted my head to one side, thinking. I leaned forward in the van and looked out of the window around us. Deserted. There was long grass at the front of the van. Fuck it, I thought.

I opened my door and stepped out. I grabbed the blanked that I kept up front for when I fell asleep and walked to the front of the van where I knew Nick could see me. He was frowning. I lay the blanket in the long grass and stood on it, looking back at Nick.

Still no reaction. I was beginning to wonder if I was losing my attractiveness.

I kicked my sneakers off and looked back. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my new joggers, and very slowly I pulled them down to my knees. I stood upright again and looked at Nick. His expression had changed. And he was watching.

I peeled my top off and let it drop to the blanket. Finally, I took my underwear and pulled them down to my knees, too. When I stood, I was hard already. The slight breeze, the kink of what I was doing, the fact I was already horny, it all contributed. I played with my cock and balls, pulling back my foreskin caressing myself. I noticed that Nick was sitting further forward, his eyes fixed on me.

I cupped my fingers and let as much saliva as I could managed dribble into them. I reached back and smeared the spit around my hole. It felt good. I felt slutty, showing off to Nick outdoors like this.

I only had one place to go from here. I turned around and got on my hands and knees. I pushed my bottom back, spread my knees as far apart as I could with joggers and underpants still around my lower legs, and I arched my back. I hoped that my wet entrance would be glistening in what little light was left. Either way, I was staying here until he got out of that damn van and paid me some attention.

My heart skipped as I heard the van door open, the now-familiar creak and squeak as the door went as far as it could go. It just needed some grease, but Nick was too tight for that kind of thing.

I heard footsteps. He was walking around the front of the van. Now he was on the blanket, right behind me. I heard him kick off his shoes. The familiar rattle of the belt buckle and the thud as trousers and heavy belt hit the floor. The rustle of Nick’s clothes as it all came off. My heart rate went right up. I could practically feel him there behind my naked body. I arched my back some more. Pushed my bottom up a bit. Let him know I wanted it. And how I wanted it. I was practically holding my breath.

I flinched when he touched me. It was like the first time all over again. The sensation sent goosebumps up my body. He didn’t issue instructions. There was none of the usual whining about spreading my legs.

One open hand, rough and warm, cupped my bottom and squeezed slightly. Then the other. He gabbed my flesh and pulled my cheeks apart. I did what I could to make my entrance pucker and flex. There’s your target, Nick. I could feel cold saliva trickle down from my hole. It tickled. Made me feel even sluttier. My hopes were high that just this once Nick would really show me how to have sex.

Then his thumb was there. He pressed down on my hole, kind of pulling and pushing around my little pink anus. Rubbing saliva in. Toying with me. Then the pressure built and slowly his thumb sank into me to the first knuckle. I took a deep breath. This was new. This was good.

Nick fucked his thumb into me for a couple of minutes. I moaned. I wanted him to know I liked it. Then the other thumb was there. Sliding in. God I felt tight! But with both thumbs he was able to literally pull my entrance open, run his thumbs around my ring and force my muscles to relax. He spat right in my hole, his thumbs ready to work it into me.

I push my head down and my hips up. I arched my back until it hurt. I was breathing in shallow, quick breaths that were making me feel lightheaded. The air was getting cool now, but I was hot. Sweating. I had a lust for Nick’s cock that I had never yet had.

Nick withdrew his thumbs slowly and delicately. That felt wonderful. Then I felt his cock there. The familiar size and shape of his head resting against my entrance. He leaned over me and took hold of one shoulder, then the other. He gripped me hard until it almost hurt, but then all thought of Nick’s hands on my shoulders just faded away as he thrust with his hips.

“Oh!” I exclaimed and Nick’s cock head pushed right through my sphincter and into my bowels. It was the easiest he had ever pushed inside me, his thumbs having made me open right up.

His grip on my shoulders didn’t let up and he pushed the whole of his cock into me. I could feel every inch of his shaft as it slid up inside me. I felt full and somehow, in this position, he felt bigger. Sticky pre-cum was drooling from the end of my cock. I took some deep breaths and tried to relax.

Nick ran his hands down my back, scratching lightly with his fingernails. I shuddered. He grasped two handfuls of my slim hips and began to really fuck me. He quickly built a steady, forceful rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in. It was fast and it took my breath away.

“I’m gonna miss you, kid” he huffed as he fucked me. He kelt back on his haunches and pulled me with him so I was almost crouching back on him. That’s when he let loose and properly went for it. My mind was focussed on the slapping sound as his body hit my bottom over and over, quicker and quicker. I was getting sore now, but it was a good sore. I pushed back. That’s it, Nick, I thought. Go to town on me! I’m yours.

He was grunting like a bear now with every thrust. He was slowing down, too, and I guess he was almost there. Within a few minutes his rampant humping had reduced to a long, hard, full-length thrust, and again, and again.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” He growled out. Then “Oooohhhhhh!” And I felt him surge forward and full me with hot, wet juices. I felt them. I whimpered. That actually felt good and there was almost no discomfort or pain. Sure, he could have got on for longer or changed positions, but for Nick that was mind-blowing sex.

I gently pulled myself off him and turned to suck him. He actually tried to stop me, but I wasn’t having it. “No,” I said. “I want it.” I spent a full ten minutes licking his shaft and balls, cleaning his head with my mouth, and even getting my tongue down and around his hole. I was so grateful for something different, that he’d tried harder, and I wanted him to know I appreciated it. By the time I was done he was hard again, usually for Nick, but then I hadn’t ever put this much effort into a blowjob before either.

He took me and lay on my side and then cuddled up behind me. He held me close, his body heat taking the edge off the cold air. If felt nice to be held like this.

I could felt his hard cock grinding against me and I figured if he was hard he could put it back in. I manoeuvred myself onto it, my hole still gaping and ready. He got the message and moved himself to get a better angle and then it just slid in, easy as anything, all the way. I sighed with pleasure. It was hot and it made me feel hot inside, radiating heat through my skinny little body.

We lay like that for ages. I don’t know how long. He pulled my leg over his so that he could play with my penis and my scrotum. It gave him a better angle too. He just casually ground into me until eventually he said “I think I can come again” as if that was a surprise to him.

“Yeah. Do me. The usual way, Nick.“ I said. He liked that and I wanted something for him. “I can spread my legs really wide for you.”

He pushed me, rolled me over, lust dictating his actions. He rolled over with me and kicked my legs open with his feet. I was happy to oblige this time. I spread wide for him and he fucked me just like usual, except this time it was a repeat performance and I hadn’t had the pain of him shoving into me with no foreplay. It didn’t take him long, now. Maybe a couple of minutes of that big penis making me feel full up inside. Then he shot his load. He stopped thrusting, held himself up, balanced on his hands, and he let his cock pulsate as it spewed whatever was left in his balls.

I smiled. It might not have been the most wonderful sex known to man, but I had enjoyed it. It was the farewell fuck I wanted.

He pulled out, turned me over and we hugged for a while, his hands tracing my body. Eventually hunger and cold drove him to say “Must be time to open a couple of tins so we can eat. You’re cold. You must be hungry too.”

I just nodded. I was cold, and hungry too. But I would have remained there on that blanket if he’d asked. Actually, in that moment I would have remained with him for ever, if he’d asked. I knew he wasn’t going to, but I could dream. I figured this was the pinnacle of my life so far, shitty as that might seem.

Nick must have read my thoughts. He had a habit of doing that and I found it oddly annoying. “You’ll be happier with Nat. It’s going to be hard to say goodbye, but it’s for the best.” He said. I shrugged. “Come on you sexy little thing. Get that body of yours in the van. You’d better shower. I’ll cook.”

He kissed my neck and then set about getting up, getting dressed. Business as usual. I smiled up at him.

I made myself come in the shower. It might have been better sex, but I still had to look out for myself. As I showered, my stomach growling for food, I sincerely hoped that Nick was right. 

To be continued.....