The Life and Loves of a Runaway Boy

We pulled into the lay-by just after 11pm. We were on a very quiet stretch of road and this stopping point seemed deserted. There was an old run down toilet block here and a couple of picnic benches that had seen better days, nothing else. Nick said he’d been here before and he could rig something up to fill the van’s water tank. He promised that there was hot water inside, so I could get properly clean and maybe even wash my clothes. After several days of no washing combined with having been fucked multiple times, I was a stinking, sticky mess and I was miserable about it.

I had envisaged showers, but of course there were none. Just a few sinks, and only a single basin was in one piece, and a few toilet stalls. We turned on the taps to test the water and miraculously it was steaming hot. I could have cried.

Nick told me to just strip off and get on with it. He said he’d act as lookout for me. Told me that no-one was here and no-one was likely to come here. It’d be fine. I was reluctant, but eventually the lure of fresh, hot water was enough. I had a couple of towels and a bar of soap from the van, so I got on with it.

I did my top half first. I washed my face, my ears and behind my neck. I washed and rinsed my hair with the soap, too. Then my underarms, which was a blessed relief, and my arms and chest. I was getting water everywhere but I guessed it didn’t matter and I didn’t care.

I peeled off my jeans and underpants which were wet by now anyway. I couldn’t believe I was standing in a public toilet naked, but I guessed that needs must. The last few months had full of new experiences and I guessed this was one of them. I spent a long time washing my private areas. That was bliss. I ignored that Nick was watching me intently. For some reason I was okay with it, probably because he’d been inside me, had taken my virginity, so there wasn’t anything to see that he hadn’t seen up close. In a weird way I wanted him to see that I was getting really, properly clean. Partly I was doing this for him. I wanted him to enjoy me. Maybe take his time for once.

I was just finishing up and thinking about washing and drying my clothes when a man wondered in. Nick chuckled. He had been bantering with me and not keeping an eye out. I grabbed a towel and covered myself but it was too late by then. I’d been on full display. I wondered why Nick wasn’t more worried.

The man was a thin, short man with big brown eyes that seemed out of place in his head. They kept darting around as if nervous about what might be around the next corner. He didn’t seem in the least bit surprised to find a naked boy in the toilet. He looked me up and down as I went red with embarrassment and willed the floor to open up and swallow me whole. He walked over to the last stall and checked it out, finally popping his head out again.

I looked from Nick to the man, shocked into a silent, motionless state. Suddenly I knew that something was going on here. Nick was just leaning against the wall casually, smiling, instead of hustling me out of there or trying to charm the guy.

“How much?” The little man said.

“How much for.... how much?” Nick replied.

“Everything” he said.

Nick nodded. “Twenty for a BJ, thirty five if you want to finish inside. That’s the range.”

“Thirty five?” He said. “A bit rich.....”

“Go find another freshly clean 16 year old who’ll let you bareback tonight” came Nick’s quick response.

I didn’t follow everything, but I got enough to know that Nick was offering me up for sale. I cleared my throat pointedly. “Er..... Nick.....” I said.

“Don’t fret kid” he said. “And just do as you’re told now. We need a bit of cash for fuel”. There was something unusual about his tone. He was oddly commanding. There was no room for an argument here. Maybe he didn’t want to argue in front of this man.

“Okay, thirty five.” The stranger said, ignoring me entirely. He ducked back into the stall.

Nick looked hard at me. “Go on” he said, his voice low. I was ready to object. I wasn’t some prostitute for him to pimp out. But as I started to speak he shook his head and mouthed “no” at me. I was furious with him.

The man in the stall said loudly, “Are we doing this tonight? Can you get your boy in check?”

Nick took three paces toward me and grabbed my arm. He was rougher than he’d ever been. His voice was soft though, and quiet, as he said “Do as I ask. No questions now. I’ll wait so you can wash up again after and I’ll make it up to you later.” He pulled me along to the cubicle, swung me around and pushed me through the narrow door. “Just this once” he said as the door started to swing shut.

Before I could overcome my shock and say or do anything I was in the cubicle and the door had closed and locked. The man was there with his trousers and underpants pulled down around his ankles. His cock, which was unusually big for such a small guy, was standing right up to attention, almost touching his belly. His big purple head was throbbing with his heart beat. I could see it.

“Suck first” he said quietly, almost a whisper in case the nobody else who was here could overhear us.

I was confronted with a stark reality. If I refused, it was over between me and Nick. In fact the way he was acting tonight, maybe worse than over. So, it was either go my own way and maybe get beaten up in the process, or just give in and allow another stranger to take me. I thought about the other stranger form the car park. That sex was actually pretty good and although I didn’t appreciate being offered up without Nick asking, it turned out alright. And we needed cash, Nick said. Maybe this guy would be as good as the parking guy?

As my brain calculated my situation, I was already sinking down to my knees. My body was way ahead of me. There wasn’t really an option. I could have just said no, of course, but then what?

I took the man’s penis in my mouth and I sucked. He was cut and his cock head was the biggest thing I had put in my mouth. I wondered if I could make him come before he tried to fuck me with this thing. I didn’t really want a mouthful of stranger’s cum, but I wanted a rectum full of it even less.

I spent a few minutes salivating over his thing. I licked, sucked, and mouth-fucked his cock until my jaw ached from the size of it. Just as he started to twitch and I tasted pre-cum, he pulled out of my mouth. I kneeled up and tried to go after it, but he pulled me up by my arms and spun me around. He kicked my feet to make me spread my legs open and he pushed me forward so that I was bent over, leaning heavily against the locked cubicle door.

I heard him spit into his cupped fingers and he smeared the mess around and into my hole. He pushed a finger up into me, getting as much saliva up there as he could and making a cursory effort to open me up and relax me. He repeated the process, but that was all he was prepared to offer as foreplay. He wanted what he was paying for.

He pushed down on the small of my back with one hand, and pushed the tip of his cock down to meet my rear with the other. I sank lower and arched my back. I pushed my little hairless bottom up as much as I could.

I figured this might hurt, but when it came it brought big tears to my eyes. He pushed the head of his erect penis against my entrance. Once it was in place and he’d applied some pressure, he grabbed both of my hips, squeezed tightly, and he simply thrust forward as forcefully as he could. His cock was big and it was rock hard, so my little hole was no match. He quite literally punched his way in. It was brutal. I never knew anything could be so painful. I wanted to pass out or something, but of course I didn’t. I stood there and took it. All of it. All the way in. Over and over and over.

I cried out in pain and then I just cried, sobbing as quietly as I could as this guy went to town on me. Whatever sounds the man or Nick could hear they both ignored. Large tears splashed on the grotty tiled floor as the stranger rammed his oversized cock into me. My tears seemed to egg him on and before long he was humping against me ferociously. My head was banging against the door and my knees were close to giving way. My anus and surrounding tissues hurt like hell and I was sure he had ripped me down there. This isn’t the sex I wanted. It wasn’t nice like with the other guy. This was something else.

I felt used and like no-on cared. All I had in the world were my tears. I realised half way through that I was making a lot of noise every time he thrust into me, a combination of the “ah” sound as breath was pushed from my lungs each time, and “oh” from the pain and discomfort. It was a guttural noise, like a poor little animal being tortured.

Suddenly his rhythm changed. He became stiff and he thrust into me in jerky movements. I felt his cock throb from the shaft to the head and he shot his cream deep in my guts.

He pulled straight out, not waiting, not caring about how much that hurt me. I dropped to the dirty floor in a kind of kneeling crouch, my gaping hole drooling his cum from inside me to pool on the floor. He had he trousers up and was gone, nudging me cruelly out of the way so he could get the door open and leave.

I heard him say to Nick, “Cheers. Here’s forty. Keep the change. Not many take me that well and he’s a tight little fucker. Well worth the extra.” And that was that.

I burst into tears and just cried for a few minutes, my stomach aching and my bottom sore and raw. Eventually Nick came. He bent down and picked me up, got me on my feet.

“We needed diesel money for the van” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I really will. Get cleaned up and come out to the van. I’ll fill up the water tank. No-one else is coming. Here...” he said, pushing a ten pound note into my hand. “That’s your cut.” And he turned and left me standing there, nude, cum running down my thigh and tears running down my face.

I sat on the toilet for a while to get as much cum out of me as I could, then I washed up again. I hadn’t the heart to wash my clothes now, so I wrapped myself in a towel and got back in the van. I dropped my clothes on the floor of the van and I got into my bed and curled up into a ball, pulling the covers up and closing my eyes.

I woke the next morning to find that we were on the road again. Nick was whistling a happy tune to himself as he drove. I touched myself. I felt simultaneously clean, for a change, and filthy. My hole felt sore and bruised, but it was better than I thought it was going to be. I glanced down to the floor at my jeans, shirt and underpants. To be honest they would be better burned than washed. The jeans were streaked with grime and filth, as was the top. The underwear was now at the stage where I couldn’t bring myself to even look at them, let alone pull them on.

Nick must have heard me move. He glanced over his shoulder and called out to me. “Morning sleepy! Hope you’re feeling better....” he said, as if I had caught a cold or something, not been forcibly pimped out to a stranger in a public toilet. “Look on the table. For you.”

I glanced across to the table. There was a brand new packet of cereal, a carton of fresh milk, some little packets of sugar, and some fruit. He’d even put a clean bowl and spoon out for me.

I got up, still wrapped in a towel, and I ate hungrily. I felt so much better for some food. Stronger, calmer, more resolved to do what must be done.

I went to sit in the passenger seat. Before Nick could speak I took control. “If you do something like that again, I’m going.” I said loudly to make sure he would hear me first time over the loud Diesel engine. “I stayed here with you because I........ I wanted to. I like you. But I’m not letting myself get raped again. That man....... He hurt me.” It wasn’t coming out quite as I had wanted, but it would do.

Nick glanced at me and then back to the road. “I know. I’m sorry. We needed some money and I didn’t think you’d mind too much. I promise I won’t do anything like that again without asking you first.”

That was a big concession from Nick.

“And I want you to try harder.” I said. I knew I had to say more. That wasn’t clear enough. But it was embarrassing. “I mean when you..... when we...... fuck it, you know what I mean!”

Nick kept his eyes on the road. “Okay” he said eventually.

Another big concession.

“And I need some clothes. I can’t wear those anymore. But you can have the tenner back if that helps.”

Nick glanced at me again, for longer this time. “I like you in no clothes” he said, smiling now. He was disarming. Charming. I smiled too.

“Yeah I know you do, you pervert” I laughed. “But it’s not very practical to have nothing to wear but a towel.”

“I know. I’ll get some stuff for you.” There was a long pause where we both just watched the road passing us by. “I’ll do better.” He said eventually.

I knew how much that took. There was no sly humour there. No joke. No messing around. I leaned across and kissing him on the cheek.

“Thanks” I said. I climbed back into the main van. I called back. “Nick, have you got any of that cream you gave me before. For my..... I’m really sore.” I said.

Nick called out some directions and I found what I wanted. I smeared a generous amount of the cream around my anus and fingered a bit up inside me, going as gently as I could. That bastard was big. I was surprised he hadn’t torn me a new anus. It felt like it.

When I was done I pulled my dirty jeans on, and my shirt. I left the underwear on the floor. Nick stopped later that morning at some town we were passing through. He disappeared for half an hour and returned with presents. Two pairs of cheap joggers, two new tops, and a three pack of underwear. None of it is what I’d have chosen, but in this life there were gold to me. I put them on and felt cleaned and clean for the first time in weeks.

Nick produced two pies from somewhere, and we ate. It was bliss.

* * * * * * * *

The sun was shining and the only sound on this deserted strip of country road was the light breeze passing through a nearby stand of oak trees.

We had pulled over to give Nick a break from driving. He had a knack for finding quiet places, away from traffic and people. He liked his own company.

I sat at an ancient picnic table lost in thought about my life, about what was next for me. I had forgiven Nick for sharing me, but he hadn’t come anywhere near me since then and that was three days ago. We had eaten better, and we’d made certain that there was enough water for daily showers. We even stopped and a launderette to wash and dry some clothes this morning. But no sex, and I wasn’t sure what that meant or how to take it. I had the sense that this part of my journey was coming to a close and I was nervous and a little scared.

Nick climbed down from the van and came to sit next to me at the picnic table. I was facing inwards, him out. Here it comes, I thought.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m good. I’m not sore any more if that’s what you mean. I’m...... I’m not angry any more either.”

He smiled. He knew. “Listen, I’ve been thinking.....”

Yep, there it was.

“I don’t know that I’m the best person for you to be hooked up with. You need..... well, you need better care taking of you than I usually take care of myself!” He said with a chuckle. “I know you want more from me too, you know..... when we do it.”

I sat still, looking hard at the table. I shrugged. I didn’t know what to say.

“I used to run around with this guy. We were lovers of sorts. We were both dirty bastards, really, and we were bad for each other. Very bad. We pushed each other into worse and worse stuff. We both had - have - a thing for younger people. Like you, I guess. We used to pick up kids in the van and if they were willing, we’d fuck. We’d take photos and video and we’d spend a long time doing everything. As time went on we got less picky about the age of the kids we picked up. Some were too young, really. But it was a young boy that ended it all. You see, we’d always said we’d only go ahead if the boy was willing. Sometimes they’d want to stop half way through and we’d have to convince them to carry on, maybe take it easy or whatever, but we never wanted to forced anyone. They we picked up this boy. He was fifteen, he said. He looked younger, but he was a lot like you. He was so pretty, and he had a bottom to die for. Smooth, like two little peached squashed together. We both instantly wanted him. He was mouthy, too, telling us how he’d fucked loads of times. We knew it was bullshit, and it was easy to back him into a corner and get him to strip off. When it came to sticking my cock in him, he backed all the way out. He started to cry and said he didn’t want to. By then we were in a frenzy. We’d been videoing as we touched him, and I had fingered him and he sucked off my friend. I basically threatened him: if you go now, I’ll follow you home and show your ma and pa the home move we made. He cried. In fact, he cried all the way through, but we spent almost two hours fucking that kids in every way known to man. We fucked, we rested, and we fucked again. And for two hours he cried and cried and cried.”

Nick sat back and shuddered at the memory. He looked hurt and embarrassed and full of sorrow. I felt for him.

“I’m not proud of what we did. We let him go with a warning not to tell, but we were wrong and we’d crossed the only line we’d set for ourselves. We decided we needed a break from each other and agreed to meet up a few months later in a specific place. But we never did. He beat himself up about when we’d done and I did, too. I still see that boy when I close my eyes. I hear him crying when I sleep. Crying as I did everything to him that I wanted, totally oblivious to his pain and fear.”

I looked over at Nick. This was so unlike him. The story, sure, but the fact he was telling me. There was no lie here either. I knew him well enough by now. Nick looked back at me and our eyes met for a second. He smiled ruefully.

“So, the reason I fuck you face down and get it over quick is because I...... well, let’s just say that’s the easiest way for me, these days. It’s not that I don’t...... fancy you. You’ve no idea. And as for the rest, well, I’ve spent a very long time on my own and barely caring for me, let along someone else.”

He sighed deeply.

“So look..... my friend went on to do okay for himself. He has a large holiday campsite and a nice shop that sells just about everything. He still likes youngsters, girls and boys, but he prefers to watch these days. That was always his thing, but he doesn’t touch very much any more from what I hear.”

I looked at Nick again. “What are you saying?”

“We’re going to go visit my friend. Nathan..... Nat. I phoned him. First time we’ve spoken in ages. He has a couple of young things working for him at the shop and as it turns out, one of his boys just left. Turned twenty and wanted to see the world. So Nat said he’s looking for a replacement. It’s hard work in the shop, but he pays well and he looks after his people. And if you’re willing, he’ll want a bit more from you. Maybe you’re willing to do that. Maybe it’s a better life than the one I can give you. Might lead to better things. Following me around is this old wreck won’t. He’ll interview you and you can both decide. Have a few days to try it out. If you still want to come with me, well..... I’m game. But if you like things with Nat, I’d rather you stayed with him. And hey, I could come by every now and then and see you.”

“So he wants shop workers who will spread their arse cheeky when he gets horny?” I said, a little fed up with my life being about how quickly I could be passed from one person to the next.

“No...... not if you don’t want. That’s the point. It’s a proper job, with proper pay. And accommodation. The extras are between you and him. He might not want to take you on if you’re not willing to play, maybe. But that’s between you and him. All’s I’m saying....... he can look after you better than me. And it’s a better start to an adult life than any I can give you. Truth is, I’m not really much of an adult myself.”

I laughed. That was true enough.

“You’ve done loads for me” I said. “I know I got cross with you, but I do really like you.”

“I know son. I really like you too”

“But...... if there’s a way I can do something with my shitty, crappy, disaster of a life.......”

“I know, son. I know.”

A tear fell down my cheek. He looked like he was about to cry too until he pulled himself together. “Right then!” He said in his usual cheery voice. “Let’s point this ship to Nat’s camp site and see what we can see!”

I smiled. “Alight then captain” I said.

To be continued……