'Evenin' guv'nor,' said an apologetic voice. I felt my monster cock go hard.
I looked up and saw Runt. His suit was torn in a few places, revealing his increasingly toned skin beneath.
I had spent the last hour hiding underneath a jetty on the riverside, cold water up to my knees. I'd only stopped running because there was nowhere left to go. Runt avoided getting wet by walking atop the surface of the water. I doubt the irony was lost on him.
'You didn't even get anything?' he said. 'Waste o' time then, wasn't it?'
It was true. I'd left my suitcase behind. Now I naked and on the run from the power of God. I flashed Runt a look that let him know my feelings on the matter.
'Bet that stings,' he tutted, gently caressing the deep wound on my arm. 'But I know the perfect remedy.'
He reached down to my pulsing member and gave it a tug. The pleasure was immediate. I shuddered, but I still wanted so badly to be angry at him.
'Where were you?' I demanded.
'Sorry, mate,' he said. 'You weren't exactly hangin' with my kinda crowd.'
'I could have died.'
'Nah, I'd've stepped in if that were likely.' But it didn't sound convincing.
Runt began stroke my cock in earnest. I couldn't help but shut my eyes and moan. But I knew he was just trying to avoid the conversation and I still had questions.
'That was an angel,' I said.
'Yup,' said Runt.
'That's who's after you?'
'Yup,' said Runt, slightly bored.
'And because you're interfering with God's plan by changing me-' he licked my shaft, making me wince, but I was determined to get this sentence out '-they're after me too?'
Runt sighed, realising he couldn't shut me up. He ran a playful finger up my chest, but his voice was frank. 'I didn't know they'd go after you.'
'What do I do now?' I said. 'I can't fight angels!'
'Nah, they're not like you think,' said Runt, shushing me. 'They big themselves up in scripture and what have you but angels and the whole army of heaven are bloody predictable. They like order and logic. They don't think creatively, like you and me.'
'So... what do I do?'
'The reason this one managed to find you is 'cause you did something sensible. You went to your old home to salvage what you could of your old life. It was too close to His plan. That's how they found you. You can outrun angels but you've got to keep moving, keep changing and never do anything that's what you're supposed to be doing. Just like I always said. Honestly, if you do it right, you'll never see another angel again.'
I was not convinced. But there was nothing more I could say. Like it or not I was stuck with Runt and his wacky scheme. I had to make the best of it.
'Smartest thing to do now,' Runt carried on, 'is get outta the city. Go somewhere you were never supposed to go. Oh, and you gotta change of course. Any ideas?'
I sighed, out of exhaustion mainly. 'I don't know.'
'Well, I'll give you some time,' he said, once again grabbing hold of my cock. 'I definitely want to try out this hardware before you exchange it.'
He knelt down on the water and wrapped his whole mouth around my giant cock. The euphoria hit me like a train. I cried out as I fell backwards, landing with a splash. Next thing I knew I was sat up, cold seawater up to waist and Runt going at it on my privates. The whole lower half of his head was underwater but he wasn't coming up for air. I quivered and shook, sending rapid ripples out from under the jetty. I let out a guttural, growling roar that belonged to no animal I'd ever encountered. And just at the moment I could take no more, Runt snapped up straight as a torrent of thick, white cream erupted from my groin, splattering against the underside of the jetty and raining across my face and chest. I panted hard.
'There,' said Runt. 'All better now.'
I frowned at him. He kept on grinning. Clearly he thought this was sufficient reward for almost getting me killed.