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Has Anyone Seen Sebastian?

by Zyngaru

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Has Anyone Seen Sebastian?

Oh Cameron! Don’t stop! That feels so good.

Ya! Sebastian! Keep stroking dude! I’m almost there!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Awesome dude!

EEEEEEE! I can’t hold back any longer!

What the hell’s going on in here!

Both boys, right on the very edge of ecstacy, freeze in place.

Sebastian’s dad just walked in on his thirteen year old son and his just turned fourteen year old best friend laying head to toe completely naked, pumping each others boner. When Mr. Langley announced his presence, both boys stare up at him through glassy eyes of shock and fear. Even seconds later they are still laying in front of him froze in place holding onto the other boy’s hard bone.

Cameron! Get your naked ass out of this house now, unless you want some of what Sebastian is going to get.

Sebastian’s dad is pulling his belt free while telling Cameron to leave. Cameron wakes up from the shock of being caught masturbating with Sebastian and jumps off the bed, grabs his clothes and runs naked from the room and the house, not stopping to put anything on until he is far away. While exiting Sebastian’s room, he sees Mr. Langley grab Sebastian’s arm and begins letting fly his belt striking Sebastian wherever it happens to hit.

I am not having no freaking faggot living in my house.


Mr. Langley’s belt comes down hard onto Sebastian’s bare thighs, as Sebastian is squirming with all the strength he has to pull away from his dad’s iron grip.


I’ll drive every bit of your perversion out of you one way or another!

The leather belt makes contact with Sebastian’s rear, stinging horribly, so Sebastian twists to try and escape the belt.


When Sebastian twisted in his dad’s grip, he took his ass out of the target range and placed his now very soft penis and balls right in the line of fire. Sebastian screams in agony, as the belt strikes his most sensitive and treasured bits. The pain of getting hit in the balls with the belt, is so extreme Sebastian collapses on his bed face down.


Sebastian’s dad doesn’t let up, even after hearing his son scream out in agony. He continues to strike Sebastian’s backside. Sebastian is screaming in pain as huge red strips are covering his body from the middle of his back down to his knees both front and back.

I will not have a freaking faggot living in my house. I’ll beat your ass every day if I have to. Do you hear me you little pervert?

It is all Sebastian can do to squeak out a Yes Sir!


Mr. Langley beats his son, until his arm wears out and then storms out of the room, leaving Sebastian laying naked on his bed, writhing in pain. Sebastian has soaked his pillow with tears. His body aches so bad he can’t move. He just lays there crying until late into the night.

His dad caught him jerking with his best friend. It isn’t the first time Sebastian and Cameron have masturbated together. They discovered last year that jerking off with a friend felt so much better than doing it alone. It didn’t have anything to do with being homosexual. Heck Cameron has a girlfriend that he loves, but just doesn’t do anything like this with her, because they want to save themselves for marriage. Sebastian is pretty sure he’s asexual. Doing sex with anyone disgusts him. He can’t even watch it on cable TV, without getting sick to his stomach.

Sebastian knows that now that his dad caught him with Cameron that there won’t be any way for him to explain he’s not gay. His dad will always think of him as a pervert. His life is over. Looking down at the stripes all over his body, he also knows he can’t go to school, because the other boys in the showers after gym class will see he had been beat and want to know why. How can he tell them his dad caught him jerking off with a friend? There’s no way. Yes, all boys jerk off, but no boy admits it to other boys. His life is over. There’s no way out of this one. Not now that he had been caught.

Sebastian makes his decision. He drags his tortured body from the bed, packs a few clothes in his backpack and sneaks out of his room to the kitchen. He raids the fridge for some food and slips out the back door unobserved. Now he has to think of where to go? His first thought is to go to Cameron’s house, but he can’t go there, because Cameron’s parents would see his stripes and want to know what happened. Sebastian thinks about some of his other friends, but he can’t go to their houses either for the same reason. To many questions with only terrible answers. So Sebastian just wanders around the neighborhood for an hour before finally making a decision.

Sebastian takes off towards the edge of town where the railroad tracks pass by. He climbs up on the tracks and heads south towards the river. After a mile walk, he comes to the railroad trestle crossing Eel River and takes his time crossing the trestle hoping no train comes by while he’s still on the trestle. Once across, he makes his way down the steep bank and crawls up under the structure. This will provide him shelter from the weather. He pulls himself up high under the tracks and falls to sleep, only waking when a train rumbles overhead.

Since he didn’t grab his watch before leaving home, he isn’t sure exactly what time it is, but probably close to noon since the sun is high in the sky. That would mean that Cameron and his other friends would all be in school. It would also mean his mom would have went to his room to wake him up and found him gone. He can only imagine how glad his dad will be to discover that his perverted son left in the middle of the night. He really feels sorry about hurting his mom by leaving without saying good bye, but he knows he just couldn’t wait to leave. No telling how his dad would act if he had stayed, so it was the best decision to leave while his parents were asleep.

Sebastian’s body is so very stiff. The accumulation of being beat and sleeping out in the open, even though the trestle gave him some shelter, has stiffened his body to the point he can’t hardly move. Sebastian removes his clothing and slides down the steep bank and into the river. The water is cold, even though the weather is hot. He has swam in the river before and it is always cold, even during the hottest of summers. Even though the water was initially cold, after a few minutes it is feeling really good on his skin. Sebastian doesn’t skinny dip much, but now that he only has a few articles of clothing with him, he really can’t afford to get his clothing wet. So it will be skinny dipping for now on, while he’s living on the road.

After a long swim, Sebastian climbs out of the river, with the realization he doesn’t have a towel to dry off with, so decides to just walk around out in the sunlight to dry off. Even though his dick is right there swinging between his legs as he walks around, he doesn’t have the slightest interest in pleasuring himself. After the beating last night, jerking off is the farthest thing from his mind.

Eventually his stomach begins to growl so he heads back to where he has his backpack stashed and pulls out some leftovers that he scrounged from the fridge before leaving home. He realizes that he doesn’t have enough food to last for more than a couple days, so he’s going to have to decide what he’s going to do from here. But that can wait. For now he’s just enjoying being away. No school. No dad. No rules. Most importantly, no beatings.

As he daydreams the day passes by and the sun begins to set and Sebastian makes his way up into his little shelter under the railroad trestle to spend his first full night out on his own. Later when it’s dark, Sebastian hears voices in the distance. Climbing up from his shelter, he looks down the tracks to see a group of adults walking his way, swinging flashlights and calling his name. Heck, people are looking for him. He instantly gets sacred. If they find him, they’ll take him back home, and for sure, his dad will beat him again. Sebastian quickly jumps back under the trestle, and grabs his backpack, and crawls high up into the trestle, where he can’t be seen.

The group of adults have split up into three smaller groups. Two adults went down the other side of the trestle and are walking up and down the river back, shining their lights and calling his name. Two other adults have come down his side of the trestle and are doing the same thing. He freezes when they shine their lights up in his direction. Lucky for him, he is so tucked up into the framework of the structure they don’t see him. Two other adults have remained on the trestle shining their lights down from up above.

Hank! I don’t see any sign of him or anyone else down here. One of the men yells up to a man on top of the trestle.

Okay! It was worth a shot. Come on back up. It’s getting too late and too dark to be searching any more tonight.

With that the searchers down along the river bank climb back up and the entire search party leaves, heading back the way they had come. Sebastian takes a deep breath, not realizing he had hardly breathed the entire time they were there. Hopefully they are satisfied he’s not here and won’t return for another search, especially in daylight. Once their voices have receded to nothing, Sebastian lays back and falls asleep, after his nervous tension abates.

The next day he again wakes to a thunderous train passing overhead. His body isn’t as stiff or as sore as the day before, but his mouth tastes terrible. He forgot his toothbrush. He digs in his backpack to find the last of the food he brought and downs it, even though it tastes a little funny. He then disrobes and goes skinny dipping in the river. At least he has plenty of water to drink and a way to stay clean. He plays in the water for a long time, before getting out and laying on the grass out in the sunlight to dry and warm himself.

When dry he dresses and goes for a walk looking for anything edible. He finds some berries and picks them, removing his shirt to carry the extra berries in. Returning to his shelter under the trestle, he puts his berries away, discovering his shirt is stained by the berry juice. Again he strips off his clothing and goes to the river to try and wash the stains away. The water is cold as usual but he’s getting used to it. He’s in the middle of the river washing his shirt when he hears voices and before he knows it, sliding down the far side of the river are two little black boys that can’t be more than ten years old.

The boys haven’t noticed him in the river, because they are totally preoccupied with stripping off their clothing. Before long they are in their white briefs and then faster than you can say, get naked, they are both bare ass. Sebastian is staring right at their nakedness, surprised by how big their dicks are for so young of boys. They are easily bigger than him in length and maybe even thickness.

Hey! Look over there!

They just spotted him. They both wave with huge grins on their faces. Without even thinking, Sebastian waves back. Both boys jump into the river and immediately begin swimming his direction. It has been a dry summer so the river is down with very little current, so the boys have a relatively easy swim over to Sebastian.

Hi, what you doing? One of the little black boys asks.

Which seemed to Sebastian as a stupid question until he looks at his shirt in his hands and understands what they are asking about.

Trying to get berry stains out of my shirt.

Ain’t gonna happen. Berry stains stay in no matter what. Me and Jesse both got a whuppin last summer for ruining our shirts picking berries. The other boy shakes his head up and down indicating the story is true.

You got some berries? Me and Levon like berries. The boy, he assumes is Jesse, asks.

You’re Jesse right? Ya. I got some berries up there. Sebastian points to his little
shelter area.

Ya. He’s Jesse and I’m Levon. Can we have some berries?

I’m sort of saving those, but I can take you to where I got them and we can pick more, if you want?

Sure let’s go!

Instantly both naked boys climbed up out of the river and sure enough Sebastian’s first evaluation was correct. Both boys are longer and thicker than him. Sebastian climbs up out of the river with his smaller dick dangling between his legs. Both boys look but don’t laugh.

You got hairs! I knew you was older than us. Jesse remarks.

Sebastian is surprised that the boys are more interested in his pubes than his dick.

Who gave you all those stripes?

Ya, I’m Sebastian and I’m thirteen, almost fourteen. My birthday is next month. My dad whipped me good the other day. How old are you two?

We’re both ten. Jesse just had his birthday and mine was last month. We get whupped really bad sometimes, but not as bad as you.

You’re the first naked white boy we’ve ever seen. Jesse announces.

Are we the first black boys you’ve seen naked? Levon asks.

No. I see other black boys naked at school, when we take showers for gym class.

You gotta get naked and take showers at school? Levon asks with surprise all over his face.

Yep. When you get in Middle School you will. I assure them.

Both boys stop talking as we continue along the river bank to the berry patch.

When we get to the berry patch, we start picking berries and putting them in my already stained shirt. When we have stripped the vines of their ripe fruit, we head back to the trestle with our cash of berries. The boys are eating them just as fast as they can as we walk.

Sebastian, does everyone have to get naked and shower at Middle School? Even girls? Levon asks.

Yes. But not together. Boys only shower with other boys. No girls allowed.

Praise the Lord! Jesse shouts.

We was so afraid we’d have to be naked with girls. YUCK! Levon adds.

Once back at the trestle, the boys jump back into the river.

Come on Sebastian, come swim with us.

Putting what is left of the berries down, I jump into the river with the boys and we swim and splash and play together. Slowly as we play we cross over to the other side of the river.

What time is it? Levon asks.

I don’t know. I don’t have my watch with me. I answer.

You think it close to 3:00? Jesse asks.

Could be, but not sure.

We’d better be going then. We gotta be back before school’s out. Jesse states.

Both boys climb up out of the river.

Why? I ask, as I climb up right behind them.

We skipped school so unless we wanna get our ass whupped, we gotta get back so we don’t get found out. Levon explains.

You gonna be here tomorrow Sebastian? Jesse asks.

Probably, but not really sure. Why?

Well, we could come back tomorrow. We can play sick for another day. Jesse says with hope in his eyes.

Okay. I’ll be right here tomorrow then.

The boys get dressed and all three of us climb the steep bank up to the railroad tracks. I tell them goodbye and they tell me they’ll see me tomorrow, and I decide to walk across the trestle to get to my side of the river instead of going back down and swimming across. It feels really weird walking out in the open totally naked. I take my time sliding down the bank and getting my clothes. I have to get a clean shirt from my backpack since the berry shirt is ruined.

I’m up under the trestle as darkness falls, when I hear something coming down the bank behind me. I quickly slide up high in the structure and see legs go by on their way down to the river bank. It’s an old man carrying fishing poles and a lantern. I watch him from my vantage point as he lights his lantern, baits his hooks, and throws the lines out into the middle of the river. He then sits down and waits for a bite. He fishes for hours with only a few small bites and doesn’t catch anything. Then to my surprise he stands up and begins undressing. He takes everything off until he’s naked. In the lantern light I can see he has a really small dick. He then slides into the river and goes for a swim.

I can’t believe what I am seeing. An adult is skinny dipping. I never knew adults did that. I thought only us kids did it. He didn’t swim long, probably because it’s not really much fun to swim alone. He gets out of the river and sits by his fishing poles, still waiting for that elusive bite.

You know it isn’t polite to watch someone without introducing yourself.

Who’s he speaking to? No way he knows I’m up here. I haven’t made any noise at all.

I know you’re up there. I’ve known ever since I got here.

How? How can he know?

You left your berries down here, in your shirt.

Heck. I forgot all about those berries.

You that boy who ran away from home?

I don’t know what to do. Is he just guessing I’m here or does he really know?

Come on boy, come on down here and let’s talk. I’m not going to try and grab you or force you to go back home. I just want to talk.

If I don’t go talk to him, he’ll probably tell my dad where I am and he will come drag me home. Not seeing any way out of this, I speak up.

I’m coming.

I scramble from my hiding place and slide down to where the old man is sitting.

Sit and let’s talk. I’m Glenn Krockett.

I sit down next to Mr. Krockett and notice he’s still naked and I’m looking right at his small dick. He doesn’t seem to be concerned so I just ignore that he’s naked, as much as I can ignore looking at an old naked man.

I’m Sebastian Langley. Yes, I’m the kid that took off from home.

So you been here all along?

Yes sir.

Sebastian, no need for the Mister or the sir. Call me Glenn. We’re friends just having a talk.

Okay Glenn.

So Sebastian, you want to tell me your story. I won’t judge or interrupt you.

I have to think about it for a short time, but before I know it, I’m spilling my guts out to Glenn. I tell him everything. It was really embarrassing telling him about Cameron and me jerking off together, but he had to know that, to know why dad is so mad at me. I keep talking and talking, leaving nothing out and by the time I’ve finished my tale I have tears streaming freely from my eyes running down my cheeks and dripping off of my chin.

At some point during the telling of my story, Glenn has moved closer to me and has put his large arm around me. He is hugging me close to his chest as I cry on his shoulder.

So Sebastian, do you think running away from home, is the best way to settle this?

No! Not really. But dad is so mad. If I stayed then I know he would whip me even more.

Maybe you’re right. But then maybe once he cooled off and thought about things, then you two could get along again. Maybe he was more shocked by the surprise of seeing you and Cameron, than actually being mad.

Oh! I didn’t think about that. I guess it was a big shock for him.

So, do you think you did right by running away from home?

Not really. I feel sort of bad about that. I know my mom is sad and worried about me.

So do you feel guilty for running away?

Ya sort of. I didn’t think about it like that until just now. But since you say it that way, yes, I feel like I was wrong by running away.

So you’re now feeling like a naughty little boy.

Ya. That’s just how I’m feeling. How did you know?

Sebastian, mostly because you’re still here. If you really wanted to run away, you would’ve been long gone by now. Not just an hours walk from your house.

More tears flow from my eyes, as I realize, Glenn is right. I don’t want to run away. I want to go back home, but now it’s all too late.

Sebastian, I think you really want to go home, but because you feel guilty for running away, you don’t know how to get rid of the guilt so you can return home to your parents.

Ya. That’s exactly how I feel. But I did wrong by running away and now there ain’t no way for me to make that right.

I think there might be, Sebastian. What happens when you do something wrong at home, to make things right again?

Dad whips me with his belt.

Then after your whipping, you feel like all is forgiven, right?

Ya. Exactly!

Well, Sebastian, that’s your answer. All you need is a whipping for running away, so you pay for that and then all is forgiven and you can go back home without guilt.

Maybe? ... I don’t know? ... I mean! ... Ya, that would work. But dad isn’t here to whip me, and I’m not sure I want him whipping me again right now, because my ass is still sore from the last time.

Well Sebastian, if you’re willing, I could stand in for your dad, and give you a butt warming. Not a full whipping, because as you described your belting, your butt is probably too sore to take a full on whipping. I could just hand spank your bottom just enough to warm it up good enough so you can feel forgiveness in your soul.

Would you do that?

Yes, Sebastian, for you I’ll do it, if you want it.

Please! Yes, I want to feel good again. Please spank me, so I can feel good.

Okay then Sebastian. Just relax. I’m going to remove your clothing and then lay you across my lap and give you a nice butt warmer. All you need to do is relax and flow with it.

Before I know what is happening, I’m naked and laying across Glenn’s naked lap. I can feel his hand rubbing my butt. Then a small slap, followed by another. Not very hard slaps. Just enough to know I’ve been spanked. He continues to spank my bottom and I can feel it warming up. I can’t see it, but I can imagine it must be turning a shade of red by now. But I’m not squirming or wiggling or trying to pull away. It isn’t that kind of spanking. It’s a nice spanking. I never thought I would ever call a spanking nice, but this one is. It smarts, but it isn’t bring me to tears. It is actually warming me up and relaxing me. Eventually, Glenn stops spanking me and rubs my butt. It feels so good. At some point, I fall asleep laying across Glenn’s legs.

Jesse, is he dead?

I don’t think so Levon.

I can see him breathing.

I awake to two black feet in front of my face. Looking up, I see black legs, connected to those feet. Looking still further up, I see two nice size peckers dangling between those legs.

See, he’s alive, Levon.

Why you sleeping in the dirt Sebastian?

I don’t know Jesse. There was a man here last night and now he’s gone and I’m laying on the ground. I must have fallen asleep and he left.

Was he a ghost?

You know ghosties haunt railroad tracks at night!

No he wasn’t no ghost.

How you know?

Well for one thing he spanked me. I don’t think ghosts spank boys.

I bet he was too a ghost.

You’re right Jesse. He had to been a ghost.

I can see these two boys have ghosts on the brain and there isn’t any talking them out of that idea.

So you two want to swim or what?

Heck ya.

We jump in the river and swim for a few hours. The soreness in my body is pretty much gone now. I find swimming and playing with Jesse and Levon to be both fun and tiring. These two know how to have fun and that means no staying still for a second. I finally climb out of the river to get dry while the two boys keep playing.

You know Sebastian, your marks are mostly gone.


Yep! Not much left.

That’s good to know. I continue laying on the bank and watch the boys play, until time for them to get back to town. They climb up out of the water to dry and once dry they begin putting their clothes back on. I decide to go back with them, so I retrieve my clothes and back pack, get dressed and climb the steep slope up to the trestle.

You walking back with us?

Silly question Levon. Can’t you see he’s up here with us and walking with us?

It’s not a silly question, Jesse. Sebastian might just be going to the other side of the trestle.

Yep, guys. I’m going back home.

You going to get another whuppin, like before?

Probably, but my mom is probably worried to death about me so I gotta go home.

Yep. Mama’s worry like that. Even when they yell at you, they still worry iffin they can’t find you.

You’re right about that Jesse and I don’t want my mom worrying any more.

We walk to the edge of town. The boys go one way and I go another. I slip along the streets unnoticed. Not very many people out this time of day. Most are at work. That’s where my dad will be.

When I get to my house. The car is gone, so dad is at work. I slip around back and look in the kitchen window and I can see mom sitting at the table with her face in her hands. After taking a deep breath, I quietly open the door and slip inside. I move slowly into the kitchen and stand in front of mom. She has not noticed me. She seems to be crying. I feel so bad. I know she’s crying because of me. I made my mom cry. I hurt deep inside my chest. Tears begin to stream out of the corners of my eyes, while I watch mom in her torment.

Then she looks up and sees me. There is a huge intake of air and shock in her eyes. Then the kitchen chair goes tumbling over and I’m wrapped in my mothers arms pulling me tight into her body. I’ve never been hugged this tightly before. I could remain in my mothers arms for the rest of my life. I’m crying and saying the same thing over and over and over.

I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I hear the same thing over and over and over.

It’s alright. You’re home now. It’s okay. I have you. It’s alright. You’re home now.

I don’t know how long we stood in the kitchen hugging. It was a long time, but how long I have no idea. Eventually mom slacks up on her hold on me and when I look up into her face she is staring behind me. I turn to look and there in the kitchen doorway is dad. He is staring at me with tears running down his cheeks. I’ve never seen my dad cry before and I’m not sure how the sight of him crying now, is affecting me. My knees feel week and my legs wobbly. It’s hard for me to breathe. Tears are still flowing down my face so I’m looking at my dad through blurred vision. Then I see his arms open toward me and I break away from mom and run to him jumping into his arms.

Dad has hold of me, and my feet are dangling in midair as we hug so tight I can’t breathe. Tears are flowing from both of us. I never want to leave my dad’s arms. I want him to hold me like this forever. He must feel the same, because he hasn’t moved an inch or loosened his grip on me. We hug for the longest of time. I’m home and I feel loved. I was so afraid of what would happen when I got home. I thought dad would still hate me. All those fears are swept away in his smothering hold on me. He loves me. My dad loves me. Life will go on. I’m so glad I came home instead of running away forever.

Sebastian Cromwell Langley. Thirteen Years Old. Loved Son.

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