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matt1995 · 05-26-2018, 05:12 AM

Charlie usually was a pretty fast runner, and now, even with one hand restraining his dick from flopping up and down too much, he moved faster than ever. Down the aisle he dashed low, just as from the other side of the theatre, an usher entered in. He cursed Zak under his breath for abandoning him, and Lisa over his breath for being such a goddamn bitch. As he came into the lobby, suddenly there were a group of girls, couldn’t have been older than fifteen, standing in a huddle on the opposite side. Gawping turned to screaming, and Zak had to sprint past them (only one of them wolf-whistling) and he was out.

Out on to the street, as if that were much real comfort. A woman was pushing a pram on the other side of the street, and – thankfully – began to hurry away. He sprinted down the side of the street, past a young couple, one of them shouting, and an old man, barely registering. His dick was still at half-mast – inexplicably for the amount of blood required for this level of exercise – and it was then he turned the corner. He was still ten minutes or so from home, and like this had no chance. It was a nice day. Everyone was out. He needed to steal some clothes. Around this corner: that request became a lot more urgent. A police officer just twenty metres away, he started – so did Charlie, and the order: ‘Hey. Stop there now!’

The sex offenders’ register. This would land him on the sex offenders’ register. He could not stop. He would have to get away. He practically slid over the front of a car, and could feel the cop in pursuit, still shouting, inaudible. The girl he sprinted past next – wasn’t she at his school, the year above, with an arse to die for, and now, it was his on show to her – and there was no time to explain. Just keep on running. His bare feet were really starting to hurt. His legs were starting to burn. A glance: behind – that cop was fast than he looked.

He turned down alleyway, began to try to speed up. He needed to speed up. The cop turned the corner, and – shit, was this a fucking TV serial – there was actually a fucking chain link fence ahead of him.
‘Stop where you are!’
Nothing for it. Running jump. His toes stung as they linked with the fence, but, hell, it might be better than shoes, this one time. The cop’s hand genuinely slapped his ass as he tried to grab him, and this was almost certainly Charlie’s redemption. Had he grabbed the ankle, Charlie’s be done for. As it was, the cop recoiled – how the fuck do you write this up – and Charlie made it over. Around another corner, into another alleyway, and – there he was…

Zak stood at the end of the alleyway, arms folded. Charlie came to a stop, as Zak approached strolled up. Behind Charlie, the sound of the cop still failing to clamber the fence. Zak didn’t say a word. He removed his shirt, and lifted it. Charlie moved his hands, and took the shirt. Zak removed his trunks and shorts in one, went to his knees – has it been mentioned Charlie still had a semi – and let Charlie step into his boxers. He returned his shorts to himself. They stood facing one another.

Charlie broke the silence: ‘What are we going to do?’
Zak: ‘I don’t know.’ Zak kissed Charlie – just for a moment, just lips. He turned and went. Charlie gave it a moment, and followed.

05-26-2018, 05:12 AM	#64
matt1995 Member Join Date: Oct 2013 Posts: 51	Coolest Guy in School Part 16 Charlie usually was a pretty fast runner, and now, even with one hand restraining his dick from flopping up and down too much, he moved faster than ever. Down the aisle he dashed low, just as from the other side of the theatre, an usher entered in. He cursed Zak under his breath for abandoning him, and Lisa over his breath for being such a goddamn bitch. As he came into the lobby, suddenly there were a group of girls, couldn’t have been older than fifteen, standing in a huddle on the opposite side. Gawping turned to screaming, and Zak had to sprint past them (only one of them wolf-whistling) and he was out. Out on to the street, as if that were much real comfort. A woman was pushing a pram on the other side of the street, and – thankfully – began to hurry away. He sprinted down the side of the street, past a young couple, one of them shouting, and an old man, barely registering. His dick was still at half-mast – inexplicably for the amount of blood required for this level of exercise – and it was then he turned the corner. He was still ten minutes or so from home, and like this had no chance. It was a nice day. Everyone was out. He needed to steal some clothes. Around this corner: that request became a lot more urgent. A police officer just twenty metres away, he started – so did Charlie, and the order: ‘Hey. Stop there now!’ The sex offenders’ register. This would land him on the sex offenders’ register. He could not stop. He would have to get away. He practically slid over the front of a car, and could feel the cop in pursuit, still shouting, inaudible. The girl he sprinted past next – wasn’t she at his school, the year above, with an arse to die for, and now, it was his on show to her – and there was no time to explain. Just keep on running. His bare feet were really starting to hurt. His legs were starting to burn. A glance: behind – that cop was fast than he looked. He turned down alleyway, began to try to speed up. He needed to speed up. The cop turned the corner, and – shit, was this a fucking TV serial – there was actually a fucking chain link fence ahead of him. ‘Stop where you are!’ Nothing for it. Running jump. His toes stung as they linked with the fence, but, hell, it might be better than shoes, this one time. The cop’s hand genuinely slapped his ass as he tried to grab him, and this was almost certainly Charlie’s redemption. Had he grabbed the ankle, Charlie’s be done for. As it was, the cop recoiled – how the fuck do you write this up – and Charlie made it over. Around another corner, into another alleyway, and – there he was… Zak stood at the end of the alleyway, arms folded. Charlie came to a stop, as Zak approached strolled up. Behind Charlie, the sound of the cop still failing to clamber the fence. Zak didn’t say a word. He removed his shirt, and lifted it. Charlie moved his hands, and took the shirt. Zak removed his trunks and shorts in one, went to his knees – has it been mentioned Charlie still had a semi – and let Charlie step into his boxers. He returned his shorts to himself. They stood facing one another. Charlie broke the silence: ‘What are we going to do?’ Zak: ‘I don’t know.’ Zak kissed Charlie – just for a moment, just lips. He turned and went. Charlie gave it a moment, and followed.