Unlikely Love

Rune lets out a high-pitched, girlish scream, letting me know I'm doing something right. His cock is drooling more precum than I've ever heard was possible. But it's hard to think with my cock buried in his ass. I pull out, his hole constricting around me in an effort to draw me back in. The feeling is amazing, and I ram my whole cock in again, so I can experience his asshole massaging my cock again and again. Rune's worked himself up into a frenzy, his body (and my sheets) covered in his sexual fluids. I can feel the end approaching...it just feels way too good to stop now. I push all the way in, and start banging him with short, rapid thrusts.

Rune's eyes go wide and his moaning gets ten-times louder when I change positions to get a better angle.

"Fuck...babe, there! Oh fuck, harder...right there!"

His hand flies to his cock, jacking himself off so fast you'd think he'd been in chastity for a week. Within seconds his cock shoots stream after stream of cum onto him: the first hits his cheek/chin, the second his chest, and the rest coat his belly. The sight, as well as the feeling of his muscles clamping down around me send me into my orgasm, and I shoot a pretty impressive load inside of him.

Exhausted, I collapse next to him, and cuddle him close to my chest.

"That...was...amazing..." I tell him, breathlessly.

"Welcome to the world of sex, baby. You did great; I'd forgotten how great it felt to have my prostate touched..." He spoons the cum on his body onto a finger, looks at me with big, innocent eyes, and slowly and deliberately licks it clean. The sight is beyond sexy, and although I just emptied my balls, watching him do that starts a stirring in my loins. But I'm too tired to act on it.

"Would you like to spend the night here, sweet-cheeks? It's getting late. That way we can ride to school together tomorrow."

"Silly..." He boops my nose with the finger he'd just licked clean. Tomorrow is Saturday. No school.

"Then today's Friday...you...you didn't go to the club...?"

"I wanted to spend time with you. I've been thinking about quitting for a while now. I don't need the money, I do it for attention since sitting for weeks alone in my house is boring. But I've got a boyfriend to entertain me now." He starts tickling me, and I giggle and squirm, trying to get away. He straddles my waist, and continues his ticking barrage for several minutes until we're both laughing so hard neither of us can breathe.

"I...I love you Rune..."

He stares deeply into my eyes, then his eyes fill with tears. He throws himself against my chest, and hugs me tight.

" I...I love you too. So much. "

Both of our lives have been pretty much perfect. We go back and forth between each others' houses to stay after school, sometimes going out to dinner or to see a movie on a Friday night. The club owner was pissed when Rune walked in 20 minutes late to his shift (after having missed the last one entirely), tossed the key at him and said "bye bitch". I'd heard some pretty awful things about him anyway, not just from Rune.

So now I have a boyfriend. Me, this socially awkward wall flower is dating the cutest boy in school. Of course we behave while we're in public...okay, that one time we fucked in the janitor's closet at school doesn't count, and lots of people screw around in the back of movie theaters. And then that one time he jacked me off under the table at the restaurant wasn't really sex...so yeah, we behave in public.

So anyway I'm brushing my hair, having let it grow out a little longer for Rune who constantly teases that it looks like my hair is in the military, although I didn't make the cut (him and his corny puns...).

I'd told him I'd be over at his place around 5:30, as I needed to grab enough stuff to last me the weekend staying over there, plus I had to pay my rent.

When I pull into the forever-long driveway of Rune's opulent house, I see a car I'd never noticed in front of the house (which it's an easy thing to miss a car in his driveway, as his father collects sports cars, and keeps seven or eight outside for display (his cheaper ones of course, the Corvette, the Porsche, the Maserati, etc... You know, the cheap stuff. *eye roll*)

When I unlock the front door with the key I've had for weeks now, I'm faced with the most heart-wrenching, and equally rage-inducing sight I could imagine. My precious Runey, tears streaming down his black and blue face, one eye almost swollen shut, with several open cuts on his arms, is lying on the floor in the fetal position, trying to protect himself from the large, burly man standing above him, beating him with a thick, leather belt, not caring if it's the leather or the steel buckle that hits him, or where the blows land.

Whether it was a few seconds, or several hours I stood there frozen, watching this display I have no idea. Finally I'm able to yell.

"Stop!!! Leave him alone!"

I rush up to Rune's father and push him away from him.

He turns to face me, his face red and contorted in anger.

"And who're you? Another one of my faggot son's fuck buddies? Is that it? Came over to get laid while I was gone, huh? You're so disgusting boy..."

He brings his arm down again to strike Rune, and before I even realize I've stepped in front of him, the belt buckle smacks into the top of my head, and I see stars...

I sink to my knees in pain, as I dimly register Rune stirring to his feet and arguing with his dad. I'm so dazed the words they're saying don't make sense, but I feel Rune's warm, soft hands helping me up and leading me out the door and to my car, his father bellowing from the front door. Rune helps me sit down in the passenger's seat, straps himself in behind the wheel, and drives to my apartment.

"Rune..." I manage weakly.

He turns to look at me; he's badly bruised, and looks emotionally dead.

"Rune, baby...what happened that made him do that to you..."

He looks so sad, and at first I think he's not going to tell me.

"Evidently my alias wasn't as good as I'd thought it was. While I might not attract celebrity caliber paparazzi, evidently the son of the wealthiest man on this side of the country still draws some attention. Apparently one of the guys who'd paid me to fuck with him while I worked at the club was a journalist for a tabloid magazine. His place was rigged and he caught the entire fuck session on camera. He wants $100,000 from my father or he'll let the video go viral. I told him I didn't care if it went on the Internet or not, and that's when he started beating me: not because I'd been selling myself for attention, or that I didn't care if there was a porno of me out...it was that I was ruining HIS name..."

He starts crying again, and it's hard not for me to pull him into my arms and hold him, but the busy streets and the cramped car we're in prevent me. So I wrap an arm around his shoulders until we get back to my place.

When we're there I quickly let us both in, and guide Rune to lie down on the bed. I tuck him in gently, and go into the kitchen to heat up a pot of chicken broth to start dinner. Once the soup I'm making is left to simmer I grab a cool wash cloth and gently dab Rune's battered face.

Rune smiles up at me, and I can see the love for me in his eyes, undiluted from the fear and pain he must be feeling.

"You're so good to me. Everything I could ever want you've given me: affection, companionship, respect. I love you so much"

"I love you too Rune. You mean the world to me."

I take his hand in both of mine, holding it gently. This beautiful angel deserves the very best life imaginable, not the terrible one fate dealt him. In that moment, my love for him grew to an even deeper level.

For some reason Rune starts giggling, and it rouses me from my thoughts.

"What's so funny, babe?" I ask, slightly confused.

"Wellll...I think I smell your soup burning love". He sticks his tongue out at me, while I go try and salvage what's edible.

"You don't need to make anything fancy sweetie, just a couple of sandwiches would be fine. I'm not picky."

Knowing the soup is ruined, I slice some bacon, fry it with a couple of eggs, and mix up some pancake batter. Now we both need a bit of comfort food, and mine happens to be breakfast.

"How do you want your eggs cooked, Rune?"

"However you make yours. Just as long as they don't end up like the soup". His sass is one of my favorite qualities about him. He's not afraid to say exactly what he thinks. I pile the food onto two plates, and carry them into the living room.

"Mmm it all looks great."

Rune hugs me and kisses me sweetly, and it's the most adorable thing in the world, getting to see a smile on his face.

"No problem. Anything for you babe".