Date: Sat, 23 May 2009 01:41:15 +0100 From: Gary Cutter Subject: ALEX THE ORIGINAL WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE, PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that. I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them. All my stories (and parts thereof) are given SOLELY to Nifty for distribution. If you wish to use anything of mine please ask me, it's only common courtesy Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY free and keep NIFTY alive. GCutter66@gmail.com This short story is a retread of one of my favourite characters used in other stories with other boys. A rather over active half Pakistani boy who I knew (not too closely I hasten to add) from the ages of around thirteen to fifteen. OK, so nothing new there but I've never done a me and he close up and personal so here's a small filler whilst my mind is blanking me on other things. I give you Alex! GC66 ALEX THE ORIGINAL by G. Cutter Well, just to get my bio out of the way. At the time of this story I was twenty coming on twenty one and was working part time as a Bar Manager for a Youth's Sports Club about a mile away from where I lived. As a permament job I was a jobbing gardener which meant I went around cutting grass, trimming hedges and buggering around with plants. Surrey is a rich county and the northern parts are basically suburbs of London. The wealthy punters like a nice garden but they prefer other people to do the donkey work so I had a full book. I also did the field maintenace for the Club I worked at so I had it pretty well tied up. Oh, yeah. I was a blond short hair and reasonably well built. You don't need to be a muscle bosun to be a gardener, you need to think ahead and get stuck in when needs be. This story concerns one Friday night party I had been conned into doing. I'd rather got the impression that a fourteenth birthday party was funny hats, sticky cakes, balloons and all the rest of it. The guy who organised it with the Club Management had told me that the thing kicked off when the kids came home from school and got cleaned up... so start up around seven in the evening. They would have their own little disco and a minimum of ten parents would be on hand throughout to control the little horrors. Sounded fine to me, I had a good price offered and at least with a gaggle of parents I'd also get to sell some hard booze. Take in Coke's and munchies, sweets and maybe the odd alcopop and the Club should do well. Yeah, I know... alcopops? Well, kids drink them, it's as easy as that. You're not allowed to serve them as a Bar Manager but they then get their parents to get them or a pal who looks to be over eighteen. Under- age drinking is a menace in the UK and everyone decries it, the point all the pundits and talking heads avoid is that the parents are the main root cause and the basic problem. Their little Joey, Franky or whoever can handle a couple of bottles of WKD or Reef, what they fail to appreciate is that these kids are at the habit forming age and feeding thirteens to fifteens booze is setting them onto a slippery slope. Anyway, back to the story. The organising parents with their kids rolled up as arranged and started slinging a few decorations around and rigging the music stuff for the disco. Out went a table load of food, the usual; little sausages on sticks, cheese and pineapple bits, peanuts, the same ol' same ol' with very little imagination... I'd like to see a spit roasted ten year old one fine night, that's how I am with kids. Actually, I lie, I get on well with kids especially the fourteens to sixteens my lust group. There's no point in going over old ground, if you've read my other stories about the Club and the Club Bar you know my bent and that's choosing the word carefully. Of course, the fact that it was a fourteen year old party was a bit of a con, it was a young footballer's night out and the ages ranged from chipmunks in prams (yeah, in a bar) to kids who could be older brothers and kept a bit aloof from the screaming mass of thirteens and fourteens but that was yet to come. Like all parties it was a slow starter but one important point was established. The host mum and dad would guard the door with the birthday boy's older brother and dish out raffle tickets to whomsoever they deemed fit. These ticket holders could then redeem their ticket for a bottle of WKD or Reef at the bar, at the end oft he day the Bar would bill the hosts . OK, highly illegal but parents run young footballer's and cricketer's Clubs generally lumped as Colts Clubs, I suppose the Americans would call them Little League. Well, that made things interesting especially when they told me that they expected around eighty to a hundred kids, so much for the 'little birthday party' I was sold. I was in for a damn hard nights work but fortunately a couple of the dads volunteered to help if things got lairy. We got through the free drinks as they came in and then the munchies stage followed by the settling into groups. The next on the agenda was that most of the girls would retire to the Ladies and most of the boys to the Gents and changing rooms and the groups would then start chucking water and toilet rolls at each other. That was standard and I asked a couple of mums and dads to do a patrol and chuck a few fucks around. I should have mentioned most of the young footballers come from the artisan class to be a bit mealy mouthed. I don't want to put down our well meaning, libertarian, PCers but surprise, surprise. Parents do shout and swear at their kids and they do occasionally lash out. Even more suprising is that these kids seem to grow up to be normal young adults. How can this be...? Sorry, I'm starting to take the piss. The night went on and I soon discovered that a lot of the munchkins were drinking their WKDs long after the originals had gone. Easy solution, the kids had their pocket money and the older boys were buying. You have to understand that I was serving to over age drinkers although some were borderline and what they did with their purchases were their responsibility, anyway, the parents were turning a blind eye. If they finished up with severely hung over kids in the morning that was their problem. I was rather suprised to see one of my 'objects of desire' wander in accompanied by a couple of complete strangers, he was fifteen and had every right to be there but one of the more aggressive dads fronted him up and there was a bit of a ruckus. Eventually the two hangers on disappeared and Alex remained and joined up with the older boys who were all drinking like fish and buggering around on the pool table. Now Alex was a Paki (gotta say Pakistani really) but he was as English as I was. He was Pakistani stock let's put it that way. A beautiful boy and he knew it, jet black hair chopped off on top and slicked back at the side and laying a bit long on the back of the neck.. He was slender, he was smooth, he was so self confident and a babe magnet as he told all his pals. He was also my dream boat, I'd have crawled a mile over broken glass and dog shit to get inside his baggy track suit bottoms and I was pretty sure he knew. Like a lot of them there he wasn't a sheltered rich kid like down Guildford way, he was a local lad and knew all the ins and outs. he glanced over my way probably to check out who was serving bar and gave me a big grin and a wave. I nearly popped one there and then and he was on his way over. He draped his lanky form over a bar stool and looked at me. 'Having fun, Micky?' That's me by the way. 'Yeah, not too bad, the problem is there's two hours to go yet .' 'Yeah, time for them to start getting tired. When they get tired they get stroppy, the younger ones that is,' he added with the wisdom of his fifteen years. 'I'll be glad to get to bed, my feet are killing me.' 'Mmmmm... I could use a bed,' he looked at me and smirked. 'Fuck off,' I laughed. I forgot to meantion that this kid was 'aware' and he'd have done so well in Carry on Films or the Fast Show. He was a master of double entendre and could turn the most innocent of remarks into something salacious. I would loved to have caught him one night on his own and ravish his radish or is it pluck his cherry. Mind you there were a couple of the older boys like that, what they used to call 'prickteasers' when I was at school. They lead you all the way to the altar in a manner of speaking and then back off. Most youngsters apply the term to girls but you get boys like that as well... believe me. 'Catch you later,' he grinned and wandered back to his pals. After that a posse of mums and dads invaded the toilets and outside areas drafting the kids into the disco, it was getting late and the neighbours were very good but you don't want dopey sub teens wandering across a dark road as we had. The mums and dads were looking a bit the worse for wear but got the kids dancing, the boys like robots and the girls in pairs like budding lesbians but I hadn't been fourteen for some time and had always been useless at dancing. I kept a sly eye on young Alex and saw that he and his pals had drifted into a corner, they were drinking but not buying so I did my own little investigation, I cruised around collecting glasses and did a close up spy. The craft bastards had a couple of bottles of cider under the sofas and I swore I saw the tail end of a bottle of something stronger. Time for action. There were only four of them and clearly all about the fifteen/sixteen range. 'Hi, boys,' I stood giving them the evil eye. I got a mumble from them all and a couple of furtive looks. 'Same rule here as in any other bar...' I smiled my Kray Brother's smile. 'What's that then, Micky?' Good old Alex, he had to push his luck. 'If you want to drink in my bar, you fuckin' buy in my bar. If you want to drink other peoples booze in my bar you fuck off.' 'Ah,' the biggest lad called Erin as I recall blushed. He was a pussy and probably thought he was the only one who could use the word 'fuck'. 'What's the problem, Mick,' one of the dad's had rolled up and we both stared down at the unfortunate quartet. 'I think the lads are leaving or dumping some junk.' 'Dumping some junk,' Alex completely unabashed pulled four bottles of cider from under the seating and gave the nod to one of his cohorts. The lad scurried away and dropped the offending bottles outside the fire door. Doubtless they'd try to recover them when they left. 'I'll put the other one behind the bar until you leave, Al.' I held my hand out and with a surly grunt he pulled half a bottle of Vodka from under the cushion he was sitting on. 'Pick it up when you leave.' 'Yeah, yeah.' 'Your bar's busy,' the dad warned me. 'I'll keep an eye on this lot.' 'Cheers,' I returned to the bar to relieve the sweating mass of some money. We were doing well and most of the spending was on sweets, chocolates and crisps. It was around eleven and some cars were outside to collect kids. Another hour and most of them should be gone. With a bit of luck I should be home by twelve thirty or one at the latest and I could relax and have a drink indoors. I had the weekend off which was the main reason I'd volunteered for the party to be honest. I was sorry to have spoiled Alex's night but he'd bounceback, he always did. Like all kids he knew that you pushed the boundaries until the boundaries push back and then you cut and run. Anyway, I knew his little secret... he liked me. No, no, not fancied me, not lusted after me, he just thought I was OK. I'm a Bar Manager and had the job since I was eighteen, I knew the people who thought I was OK and those that didn't. 'Micky...' Gawd, Alex was at the bar with the rather dim looking Erin and the other two had moved onto playing pool. 'Yes, lads.' 'Two double whiskeys and we'll split a bottle of Ginger Ale.' 'You sure, on top of Vodka and cider.' 'Come on. Micky. You've done your dirty deed for the day,' Alex was half pissed but I expected one of the dad's would drop him and Erin off home. I gave them their drinks which made a hole in a crisp new tenner. They dropped like stones onto the sofa and I decided that was their lot. Club ruled closing time at eleven and it was that now, we never enforced this rule when people wanted to spend money but you have to use your head on occasions like this. 'How'd you do, moneywise that is?' It was the birthday boy's dad. 'Pretty good, very good in fact. How's Alan?' That was his son, the official birthday boy. 'Sleeping,' he laughed. 'Woops, another batch moving on,' he went over to greet some collecting parents who must have come straight from another bar as they didn't seem to know who were their brats and who weren't. Situation quite normal for a kid's birthday party . The disco was turned down and arrangements made for a parents hit squad to come in and clean up in the morning before the afternoon's football on the following day. I looked over at Alex and he was having a little natter with the slightly shorter Erin. Suddenly Erin stood and stalked off joining another group and leaving Alex sitting on his own. He looked my way and got to his feet a trifle unsteadily and wandered over. 'Any chance of a drink?' He eyed the half closed shutters. 'No... go to the end of the bar, sit and I'll serve you a glass of water which you need to drink.' 'It'll make me sick.' 'No it won't and I'll stick you a small glass of your Vodka around the corner.' 'Ah cheers, Micky. Love ya pal,' he grinned drunkenly and wobbled down to the end of the bar. I did him his glass of water well aware eyes were on me and made him drink it. I also managed to pour him a small Vodka which he hid behind one of the beer pumps. 'Erin's got the hump with me,'he hiccuped. 'Howso?' 'Last time I slept over at his place I sorta disgraced myself.' 'Wet the bed,' I laughed. 'Worse than that,' he replied gloomily. 'Tell me.' 'No way,' he giggled drunkenly. 'When I know you a bit better,' he studied me and I swear his eyes were looking in different directions. There was a round of clapping and I looked up to see that the original parents were congratulating themselves on a job well done. I even got presented with a half pint glass with some banknotes and pound coins crammed into it so I had a bonus on top of my wage. 'You got problems with him?' Mr Clarke, the birthday boy's dad asked looking at Alex. I could see that he wasn't really interested and his wife was hovring at the door. 'No probs. I'll drop him off on the way. We don't want the Old Bill picking him up.' 'Damn right,' he nodded his head. 'Well done, Micky. See you over the weekend?' 'Possibly but I've got the weekend off,' I escorted him to the front door. There was a round of further goodnights and I had the place to myself. I locked the door and turned off the outside lights. It was all over apart from cashing up and locking the bar. What came after that was in the lap of the Gods. I knew where Alex lived so dropping him on his doorstep was no great hassle. He was silently gazing into space as I cashed up and secured the cash and the till. I flushed the last tray of glasses through the washer and called it a day. The slamming shutters brought Alex back into the world of the living. 'What time is it?' 'Half past midnight.' 'Good job I told dad I was staying around Erin's place.' 'But you're not.' 'Well done, Sherlock,' he grinned at me and swallowed his Vodka down in one swallow. 'I'll take you home, Alex, don't worry.' 'I'll try not to,' he smiled at me and surprisingly for a kid who had spent the night on the booze he seemed not too bad. Not sparkling but not wiped out either. I treated myself to a WKD and after an imploring look from Alex slid him one over. A quick count up of my tips and feeling very well pleased with myself I finished up locking up. A quick tour through the changing room and toilets switching more lights off and I was ready to go. God it was cold outside, it was going to be a frosty night and the stuff was already settling on my windscreen. I got Alex onboard with his Vodka in a bag and managed to get a seat belt around him. 'If this heap of shit rolls and bursts into flame I'm toast,' he grumbled. 'Grilled Paki,' I laughed glad to be in the air in spite of the cold. 'English boy of East African descent,' he corrected me. 'And a very good looking one,' I tried a bit of charm.' 'I know,' he rubbed the window as the engine ticked over warming the cabin up. 'You'd better give me directions home,' I said waiting for the back wiper to clean the window. 'You must know your way home,' he laughed. 'Your home.' 'I don't want to go home. You said you were taking me home,' he stared at me. I stared back. This was the crossroads, the nub, the crux, all those weird words. 'My place or yours?' I muttered to be rewarded by a flash of white teeth and a big smile. 'Your's, Micky,' he gave the top of my thigh a little squeeze and I was lost. God knows what I was thinking about taking a fifteen year old boy home but I was and there was an end to it. 'I'd die for a cuppa tea,' I groaned as we edged off the already icy grass onto the road. We were on our way. Alex remained silent on the way down the hill, he just peered through the front screen at the night flashing by and clutching his bag and precious bottle. I eased off going through the so called village, Horsham Village and carefully drew across the road driving up into what passed for my parking space. I had the top half of a house with it's own entrance up a solid wooden staircase which was clearly designed with a fire in mind. I'd only seen the downstairs family once or twice and rarely heard them which suited me fine. Nosey neighbours I needed like a hole in the head especially under the current circumstances... you know, dragging a drunken fifteen year old home at nearly one in the morning. Thankfully he kept his mouth shut and we gratefully got inside and into the relative warmth whereon I promptly switched the fire on. It was going to be a cold one, in fact, it already was and I went through and switched the small fire on in the bedroom as well. 'Where's your toilet?' Alex asked as soon as I returned. Not the most romantic of openings but at least he was coherent. 'Down the passage and on the left, you can have a bath if you want one.' 'Har, har,' he tottered off and I guess the remark indicated a negative. Never mind, I went into the kitchen and brewed up some coffee which isn't the stuff to drink when you're dog tired and looking forward to bed but might do him some good, I made myself a cup of tea by the way. 'I say, I say...' 'What's up?' I peered down the corridor to see his head sticking out of the bathroom. 'I wouldn't mind a quick shower, it's a damn sight warmer in here than your front room.' 'It always is,' I laughed. 'Yeah, have your shower and there's a spare bathrobe on the door.' 'Boyfriends?' I heard him giggle as the door closed but ignored him . I was between a rock and a hard place on this one. Every twenty year old pervos dream come true. A night in the company with a very attractive and seemingly compliant fifteen year old but was he one of those... One of those who had all the chat but who run a mile at the first grope. More brutally, was he a wind up merchant? He certainly wouldn't have been the first. Mind you the shower was a good sign, that was usually my first step in the seduction routine, get their damn clothes off and half the battle is won. In this day and age it seems kids are so reluctant to get their clothing off, I think they get hammered so much at school about the evil old pedos infesting the place that getting undressed is getting to be a trauma for some of them. No so with Alex, ten minutes later he emerged from my bathroom with a big grin on his face and my old bathrobe wrapped around him with the sleeves rolled up. He hunkered down by the fire as I served him his coffee and he didn't look the slightest bit drunk. 'You were going to tell me about Erin,' I prompted. 'Was I,' he looked blank. 'Why you couldn't sleep over at his place.' 'Oh, that.' He gazed intot he fire. Now I know enough about teenies to know the reluctance to speak was put on, he was dying to tell me but I had to beg. 'Go on then.' 'Pushy, pushy,' he grinned and gave me a rather calculating look. 'Top secret, never to be mentioned especially to Erin. 'On my trouser snake's life.' I swore the oath. He shuffled away from the fire a little to where I was sprawled on my little sofa. 'The last time we slept over I shared a bed as before...' He looked at me and grinned. 'Go on then, pretty please!' 'We were talking after midnight, just whispering away sorta thing and we started to play with each other, you know,' he made a wanking motion with his clenched fist. I just settled for nodding my head. I fucked up, I got so carried away I cum all over his belly and to make matters worse, when he started moaning and bloody bleating I grabbed him and kissed him. He went apeshit and nearly woke the house. Now we just about speak but he hasn't told anyone... Well, that's the story,' he looked rather flushed but defiant. 'Good job you didn't grab his bum.' 'Oh, I forgot that.' This time his face did darken in a blush. 'No probs.' I laughed. 'Good job it wasn't me.' 'You wish,' he managed a little smile. 'What would you have done, Micky? Just a hypothetical question you understand.' 'A hypothetical answer then,' I looked at him curled up on my rug between me and the fire. 'I'd have used your spunk for starters, flipped you over and fucked you rigid until you apolgised.' There was a deathly silence until he looked up and grinned. 'You don't mince words, do you?' 'Nope.' 'That would have started it then. If Erin had turned me over and fucked me I'd have done the same to his sweet bottom... you gotta score.' 'Hypothetically?' 'Yeah, that too,' he stretched his legs out by the fire allowing the heat to drift up under his bathrobe. 'I could lay here all night.' 'Not really. Once I turn the fire off it get's like a freezer in here at this time of year.' 'Gotta ask then, where do you want me to sleep?' 'In my bed sounds good.' I didn't even bother offering the sofa. We'd got past that stage. His little story, true or false had cleared the way and he knew perfectly well I fancied him. 'Mmmm...' he grinned. 'What about your parents?' 'Well, I told them I was stopping at Erin's but they won't check. What time do you get up Saturdays?' 'Early normally but I've got the weekend off so I'll probably stay in bed... have a good lie in.' 'Yummy.' This time he actually laughed. 'I'm shattered,' he stretched out and yawned, the bathrobe gaped and I could see his smooth brown chest all the way down to the start of his pubics. 'Don't perv,' he grinned up at me . 'Why not, you're a good looking thing to perv at. Wanna WKD? I have one before bed it helps me sleep, mind you...' 'Don't say it,' he sat up. 'Yeah please, got a blue one.' 'Yep.' I sorted him out a final drink and he sat up on the sofa. I knew the moment was on me and wrapped my arm around his thin shoulders. 'So, Erin didn't like the idea of kissing,' I whispered an inch away from his ear. 'No,' he croaked. 'Well, I don't mind,' I dryly kissed his smooth cheek and then took a little lick of his ear. He turned his head and offered his lips quite willingly. Very nice and well worth all the chit chat. This was going all the way, I knew that when I felt his hand drop to my crotch and squeezed my khakis. I returned the compliment slipping my hand across his smooth thigh and under the hem of the robe. He was fully hard and it was big, far bigger than it should be for his size. He groaned as I squeezed his dark brown meat and slipped my tongue right into his mouth. 'Mmm...pfh...' Eyes wide open he lay back as I pressed against him and his gown fell open displaying his fully naked body in all it's dark skinned beauty. I was right, he had a man sized sixer which was extraordinary for his built and his age, no wonder Erin had got worried. I held his heavy balls and watched as his half exposed glans slid out all the way and lay there dark red and shiny in the firelight. 'Bet it tastes good,' I whispered. 'Try it,' he gave a little pelvic thrust and I was on him like a gannet with a tasty fish in it's sights. 'Micky...' he bleated in a mix of shock, horror and then satisfaction as I sucked his dark red glans and then started to slip my lips up and down his rigid brown shaft. 'Micky...' he moaned again and slid down on the sofa as I dropped to my knees alongside mouthing his big brown cock as he gave little thrusts up and ruffled my hair. 'I could cum,' he threatened holding my head tightly. 'Gives me first fuck,' I replied best I could with his boyish stiffy filling my mouth. I could taste his oozing and feel his nuts up tight, damn right he was going to pop and pop he did. A massive amount of kiddy juice splashed and splattered into my throat and I managed to swallow most of it but not all. I dragged him off the sofa and onto the floor by the fire and cleaned him up throwing my clothing everywhere as I ripped and tugged until I was naked. 'And you callled me big...' he looked up ad grinned as I stood over him. I bent down and grabbed his thin brown ankles flipping him over onto his belly as he squealed and wriggled but I was down on him straight away forcing his legs apart and diving into his dark crack. 'Put something on it,' he begged as I prised his tight cheeks apart and salivated and slobbered at his dark almost black pucker. Once I was on it he gave a little sigh and relaxed. I held his soft cheeks apart and gave him a good rimming until he was quite happily pushing upon onto my oral attentions. No fingering and no lube and I don't think he even noticed when my swollen glans slipped between his cheeks and pierced him in one smooth thrust. 'Oh yes...' I sighed as I felt his smooth tightness encompass me and his bodily heat wrap around me as I gently moved. I was inside him, that was the main thing and he wasn't crying, sobbing or trying to fight me off, he was just accepting me. He just lay there and moaned as I took him all the way gaining an inch at every move until I was buried in his tight flesh and my pubics pressed up against his little boy bottom. I knew he was fifteen but he had the penis of a seventeen year old and the bum of a younger boy... a perfect combination. I gave a little circular motion and pressed in again harder this time. 'Now it's all in,' he giggled and tried to crane his head round but I munched on the side of his neck and started to go. I couldn't hold back on this one and it was only the first of the night. I smiled as I effortlessly moved inside his slick tightness. He really was very good virgin or not and I didn't really care. I'd wanted him and dreamt about him for a long time and now here we were and there was a lot more to come. 'Pedo-rapist-pervo,' he muttered and pushed his sweet fanny up into my advances and yes, it did come out as one word. I took my time until he finally made with the magic words. 'Gonna fuck you so hard for this,' he threatened. 'In bed,' I whispered and he giggled in return as I started to move faster. I couldn't hold back any more and making love to a sweet Asian boy in front of a glowing fire on a dark and cold Surrey night was something I'd like to go on forever but these things don't. He was actually pushing up onto me quite hard now and I went for my climax, a series of sweaty thwacks into his sweet brown bottom and I squirted. He froze in mid push as my cock throbbed and pumped my creamy juices deep into his gut. It was such a good one he had to feel it as I could. As I voided my all into his sweet arse he slowly subsided onto the floor and I followed him down still pushing my erection into his now flooded and squishy hole. He was done, at least for the moment. 'So nice,' I gasped still moving slowly in his soft bottom. 'Well, that was an experience,' he grunted and pushed us onto our sides and I spooned in tightly feeling myself wilt in his juice filled gut. 'Slowly,' I warned as I rammed a small towel between us and slowly slid free in a trickle of cum. He grabbed the towel from me and thrust it between his cheeks before clamping on it and rolling onto his back. 'You alright?' I looked at him and leant over planting a tiny kiss on his lips and at the same time laying my hand on his rock hard brown cock jutting up onto his belly. 'I'll live,' he grinned and grabbing me by the neck drew my face down onto his. 'It wasn't as bad as I'd thought,' he whispered after the kiss. 'I might even let you do it again if you play your cards right.' 'It's getting late, we should be getting to bed.' 'I gotta go first,' he grinned and staggered to his feet with his towel still between his buttocks. Thank God for that, being fucked on a hard floor carpeted or otherwise is for younger spines, I prefer a nice comfy bed. I cracked a final couple of WKDs whilst he was out of the room as he seemed to be standing up well to his evening and I must admit the blue stuff turned me on somewhat. Perhaps that's why all the kids drink it. He took his time and returned only this time wirth a towel draped around his narrrow hips. He was damp and I think he'd used my shower again but he was grinning from ear to ear and that was the important thing. No recriminations, no angsty teeny with accompanying hangdog look. This kid had done it and seemed happy with that fact... or maybe it was the thought of getting some return. He sat on the edge of the bed and accpepted his bottle showing absolutely no signs of his previous semi alcoholic stupor or perhaps it had been an act. Maybe he recovered well. Who knew? Who cared?' 'That was an experience,' he broke the silence and moved up onto the bed so that he was laying by my side. 'It's bigger than it looks,' he remarked somewhat innocently.' 'So's that,' I held my bottle with one hand and gently grasped his hot cock with the other. It was like steel or more like velvet covered steel. His foreskin moved up and down quite easily and I drew it down exposing his gleaming and buulging glans. A tiny bead of milky precum oozed from the tip and he giggled as I swiped it off with one finger and licked it off. 'Dirty bugger.' 'Makes two of us,' I retorted rather lamely as he upended his bottle and drained it. He was ready. 'Kneel upright between my legs.' 'What?' 'In here,' I patted the space between as I parted my legs. As he assumed the position I coated his jutting penis with my oiled hand smiling as he jerked and gasped. 'Come closer,' I whispered and as he did so I guided him down whilst raising my knees. He knew where he was going now and bent right into kiss at the same time his dark red and shiny glans moved against my pucker and steadied. 'Go on,' I grunted into his mouth. 'Slowly, Rambo.' One smooth and gentle push later I felt his mass part my pucker and spear into my body. God, he was hot and hard. I couldn't have stopped him even if I'd wanted to, he was halfway in me and without any further ado he raised himself up on his arms and started to fuck. I could see from his slight smile and the determination on his face that this was his moment. As he began to move more freely and pace himself a bit better I lay back and just pleasured myself in his pleasure which sounds a bit odd but if you've ever been infatuated with somebody you'll know what I mean. I loved everything about him and I knew I would just get fleeting one night stands if that. We could never be proper lovers his age amd my position were against that but for the moment we had each other and that would have to be enough. As he lunged and plunged I ran my hands up and down his sides from armpits to hips pulling him in and as he got near his climax I tweaked his nips until he squealed and started to hammer away on his own private tsunami. 'Jeeeez... Micky...' he wailed and smashed into me for the last time. I could feel his oiled and totally hard cock still for a moment and then the bloated mass pumped and throbbed releasing a flood of thick and juicy boy cum deep into my gut. 'Again,' he moaned and moved once more but this time releasing a further couple of splats and then lay on me still and spent. After a further bout of kissing and canoodling he informed me that I was his first bonk as he put it and it was great. He even admitted after a bit of pushing that he quite enjoyed the downside and that, to him, was being fucked. 'When we doing it again?' He finally asked as we lay in the dark. 'After a snooze,' I replied cuddling in to his boy funk and sweat. 'In about four hours.' 'Sounds good,' he kissed me on the nose and turned his back onto me. I just squirmed in and cuddled, the feel of his soft bottom against my groin would wake me up later. It did. The dawn dawned as dawns do with a fine drizzle removing any reluctant frost still surviving. It was crap, what I could see of the sky was a dirty grey with the promise of proper rain or even snow. I wobbled about in the kitchen brewing some tea whilst my latest little capture snuggled and snoozed in a semi boozy and semi sexual coma. I'd wake him up in a minute or so and see what his intentions were. Mine were a lazy day, I had enough food in the fridge, enough booze in the chiller and had no desire to venture from my warm and reasonably cosy nest. I didn't get visitors normally and certainly not over the weekend when most of the people I knew would be involved in some sport or the other. 'How are you?' I hovered with the tea above the bed looking down at him as he peered above the covers like a small child. 'Squishy round the back and hard around the front,' he gave me a small smile. 'And thirsty.' 'Sit up then.' I sat on rthe edge of the bed and handed him his hot drink as he struggled upright. He really was a picture but I keep saying that, he wasn't really one of the dark Pakis probably due to his English mother but a beautiful colour which is hard to describe, more a coffee colour I suppose, a milky coffee that is... try again. Perhaps a bar of milk chocolate is nearer the mark. Dark brown and almost black nipples with dark brown surrounds were an added attraction and I could see why the girlies liked him and a few of the boys.. As he sat up I could see his skin was unblemished, not a tiny mole and nary a scar, he was perfect and he was grinning at me. 'Take a picture, why dontcha?' He giggled nearly spilling his tea. 'Not quite right,' I put my tea down and edged the bedding down his belly until the top of his pubics appeared. They were climbing his rounded belly trying to give him a treasure trail to his navel but that would come in time. 'So smooth,' I crooned flathanding his belly and feeling the silken texture of his skin warm and firm to my tough.' 'You ain't to bad yourself,' he dropped his gaze and concentrated on his tea. 'Thank you.' 'You remember last night?' 'Of course.' 'I thought we were going to do it again.' 'We were but you were asleep.' 'I'm not now,' he smirked and sipped his tea again. 'I quite liked... er, doing what we did.' 'Good,' I swallowed the remainder of my tea and stood dropping my shorts. My turgid meat flopped free and sagged. It was nicely filled out and started to rise as I looked down at him before sliding into the still warm bed again. 'Ready for more?' He laughed and rolled to his side disposing of his cup and I moved up so that my hardness was now nestling at the base of his crack, he opened his legs slightly and I slid into his warmth whereon he clamped on me and pushed back. 'Mmmmmm... sweet,' he clamped harder on my cock as I pushed in tightly kissing the side of his smooth neck. 'Do you want me?' He was barely audible but there was no mistaking the words. 'You know I do,' I pulled out and dribbled some saliva onto my hand and smeared it onto my glans pushing my way back in but this time between his sweet cheeks rather than his thighs. He moaned and relaxed as I found his fiercely hot button and pushed. This time it was slow and tender and he loved it all the way until my belly was glued into the small of his back and we slowly fucked on our sides. I imagined it would become one of his best kept secrets but I'd know. My Alex liked taking it just as much as giving it but it would remain between him and myself. This was far too good to pass around. He grunted and pushed back harder as I moved faster and faster in his now slick hole. Reaching around I could feel that he was as hard as a pipe but that could wait. I forced him onto his belly and got between his smooth and slender legs and gave him the deep six. 'Yes, yes, yes...' He babbled as I hammered away and finally he lay there clenching and relaxing on my organ as it squirted and spurted my climax into his willing and dare I say eager boy pussy. 'What time is it?' He slurred into the pillow. 'Just gone seven,' I stirred in his liquid warmth feeling myself still hard and still capable. 'Betcha can't do it again,' he pushed up. 'Silly boy...' I pushed down deep into his already flooded hole savouring his heat, his slickness and his need. 'Silly, Alex,' I breathed and started again. THE END Well, it was just something I wanted to write for my own amusement and that's what I did. TO ALL MY REGULAR READERS: I've had a savage week of ongoing arthritis, my Doctor has also discovered blood problems so I'm not in the best of health at the moment. Which means announcing a slow down on all my routine stuff although I am working catchup on: A PIECE OF CAKE, THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT, WELCOME TO NYETIMBER and I hope to complete THE DOCTORS RUMPUS ROOM next week or maybe this weekend.