Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2004 07:04:50 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Brighton Encounter (Part 2)

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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BRIGHTON ENCOUNTER

Part Two


by


G. Cutter


What a way to start a Sunday, a pretty well built sixteen year old up your
bum and just about getting into his stride. I pressed my calves onto his
back as he moved in and out and thought about God, Queen and Empire
...... well I didn't do anything of the sort I just enjoyed his fat cock
moving in and out and wondered if he was going to stay or better still how
to entice him to stay.

He was good sex, he'd claimed to be a virgin when we'd first mated and he
also claimed that I was 'his first', I somehow had the feeling he was
telling the truth. I could use him and keep him for a week at least on the
various painting and decorating jobs I had outstanding, after that who
knows. I wasn't in the position of being able to hang onto a 'kept boy'
although I would dearly love to. How long was he going to be satisfied
looking after three or four sets of flats, not much excitement for a
youngster there. Of course there were always my pornographic mates
...... the trouble with that was that he'd be meeting other youngsters
nearer his own age and far better looking than I was.

'I think I'm falling in love, Baz,' he grinned down at me a gave an extra
hard shove which made me whince.

'Love or lust,' I dragged his head down and attacked his full red lips.

'Don't put yourself down,' he started to move much faster. 'I'm
cu..........'

My God, he spunked well. I wriggled quite happily on his fat boymeat as it
spewed and spurted another generous load of his hot semen into my
body. Squishy time again, he squirted like a horse and I loved it.

Over at last we cuddled and kissed in post orgasmic bliss, I could have
spent the morning in bed with him but my mind was whirring like
clockwork. How was I going to keep him interested, interested in staying
and more importantly interested in staying with me. A wife, lover, even a
concubine, I didn't really care I just wanted this boy man in my life.

What a soppy prat, I was head over heels in love for the first time in my
life with a bloody schooly or one not too long out of school.

'Do you want me to do you a breakfast?' He looked at me with his puppy dog
eyes. 'I can cook you know.'

'I don't like salad for breakfast.'

'Don't be a tart, Baz baby. Tell me what you want.'

'Toast and a couple of soft boiled eggs.' Now there was a challenge.

'Is that all,' he looked at me and I could see disappointment in his eyes.

'You do what you like for yourself.'

He smiled in relief, obviously the spartan breakfast was not for him. 'Got
any bacon, blackpudding, mushroooms .....?'

'Fuck off and do what you want,' I said amiably and snuggled back into the
sweaty warmth of the bed, my fanny felt like a milk pudding and I had
thinking to do, I couldn't concentrate with him in the bed, I'd be into his
chubby bum in a minute.'

'Alright, alright,' he held his hand out as if warding me off. 'Not a
morning person are we?'

'Sod off.'

He left the room with a laugh and a rather fetching wiggle of his flawless
white bottom.

A shit, shower, shampoo and shave and I was alive, he'd beaten me to the
bathroom and done the same without the shave I fancy. By the time I got to
the kitchen he was lurking with my eggs and toast at the ready, he seemed
to be going for a five star mixed grill himself the only thing missing was
a bloody great steak and that was only because I didn't have any. If he
stayed I'd have to tend to my household budget, not only did he cum like a
horse he ate like one as well.

'You cook pretty good,' I looked at his plate heaped in what seemed to be a
pretty well prepared breakfast for three.

'Gotta feed the inner man,' he grinned cheefully and dived in like a
famished gannet, the only thing left of him was his feet waving
about. Sorry, that was a figment of my overworked imagination but you get
my meaning. Perhaps that's why he'd left home, they'd ran out of food.

'I always visit the sauna first thing Sunday morning, it beats church,' I
looked at him over the table and decapitated an egg. Good boy, just as I
like them hot and runny.

'You inviting me or something?'

'Yeah,' I grinned at him. 'Baz and Matty, Lovers in Sunny Brighton and all
that.'

'Loads of people there?' He looked a bit nervous. 'I've never been to one
of those places before.'

'No, I know the guy who runs it. I usually pop in for half an hour or so
before he opens up.'

'OK,' he smiled. 'What then?'

'We have a run up onto the Downs and I'll take some pictures of you. I
should be able to put some work your way.'

'Dirty stuff no doubt,' he sniffed disdainfully. 'Listen Baz,' he looked at
me earnestly. 'I did what I did last night because I like you. I'm not
going to start slutting around just to earn a few bob, there's got to be
supermarkets and shops wanting asistants at this time of the year.'

'We'll sort something out,' I calmed him down a bit. 'Let's just enjoy
today and we can raid Do-It-All tomorrow and get the emulsion and stuff
sorted.

'OK,' he continued his mini banquet.

By the time we got washed up and sorted out it was half past ten, I knew
Freddy opened his sauna around midday so by the time we got there we'd have
an hour to ourselves. Freddy was an old friend, he was as bent as a three
bob watch but we'd never got it together, he was far too old for me but he
was a nice enough guy though.

It was he who had suggested a gay bed and breakfast or a gay hotel, I was
interested but it was a matter of getting some costings and sitting down
with my accountant. At least with a bee and bee I could hide Matty's food
bills, I could put him down as a starving Sudanese mouse or a tribe of them
or something.

On the drive down to Rottindean and the sauna Matty asked me about the
clothing and bike that I'd slung in the back of the van, I had an old Ford
P100 by the way. I told him that I wanted to take straight pinup stuff of
him to try and get him some work, or course that wasn't the only reason, I
had visions of him doing some meatier stuff with other boys and it always
helped to have a few nudes to flash about. I had a bandana, sunglasses and
other odds and sods, enough to make the photoshoot interesting and not just
bum and cock shots. Freddy could do them with his hidden camera in the
sauna. See, there was method in my madness.

We arrived in good time and Freddy was looking out for me, I'd managed a
crafty phone call advising him of my guest. I tucked the van around the
back where the bike wouldn't get lifted and we left the posing stuff in the
cab of the van.

Freddy was all smiles and offered us coffee, I showed Matty around and
indicated the little 'rest room' which was little more than a cabin with
one of those rubberised mattresses in it, great if you like sex on a bouncy
castle.

Surprisingly Matty was quite impressed, we sat in the steam room with our
coffees getting nice and sweaty, shared a nice soapy shower and then
splashed around in the tiny cold pool.

'You know what I want?' I stroked my young lovers ultra smooth thigh.

'I can guess,' he murmured and I grinned as I saw his cock hardening up and
his foreskin peeling away from the hardening shaft.

'Same as what you want, it seems,' I took his hand and led him into what I
called the log cabin, what Freddy called the relaxation room. 'Stand right
there,' I more or less propped him against the wall and knelt grasping his
now thickening penis.

'Sex maniac,' he sniggered as I held his now totally hard cock and sank my
mouth over the juicy end. After that it just got better, I sucked him, he
did the same for me. We both managed to cum on each other relishing in
smearing semen over each other giggling like a pair of schoolgirls.

I think Matty wanted full sex but some things weren't for Freddy's eyes or
camera and our lovemaking was one of them. Freddy would put his pictures
out on his circuit and I would do the same once I'd done our outdoor
stuff. Matty would have offers of work by the end of the week, he was a
good looker and he knew it, what he didn't know was that I was going for a
hard sell. I'd made my mind up.

'I thought those things were supposed to liven you up,' Matty leant against
the side of the P100 as I cleared the passenger seat for him to get in.

'They are.'

'Why do I feel knackered then?'

'Too much sex I fancy,' I laughed. 'We'll have a Coke and a sandwich up the
hill a bit,' I waved at the loom of the chalky downs probably about a
couple or three miles distant.'

'Glad we ain't walking, they look like mountains.'

'Stop moaning, they're the South Downs, they're only bloody hills. You'll
like it up there.'

'Right,' he continued to whinge all the way to the truckstop which
surprisingly enough opened on a Sunday. I knew that, I brought all my boys
up here on a Sunday morning ..... it was routine, Freddy and then the
Downs. If he didn't stop his moaning I was going to jump him once we were
on our own and shag his plump white bottom.

'You've got a stiffy,' he laughed and grabbed the crotch of my shorts
nearly sending us through a hedge.

'Wanker,' I cursed. What an observant little cherub he was.

'Charmer,' he sneered.

I put my foot down to the floor, I was ready for a chilled drink before we
went to war.

To cut a long story short we stopped at the caravan thingy that did the
drinks and plaster sandwiches. Well, be fair, it looked like plaster and
tasted like plaster anyway. Two cold Cokes later with our sugar levels back
up and the caffeine in our bloodstreams we actually started to talk again.

'Tell me again. What are these pictures for? Apart from your pervy
delight,' he grinned at me and stuck his tongue out like a small boy.

'Do that again and I'll bite it off.'

'Please,' he hooted with laughter.

'Well as you say, mainly for my collection and then to try and get you some
modelling work.'

'So, you're taking me under your wing sorta thing?'

'Yes.' I looked at him and smiled. 'OK.'

'Well,' he bent forward and whispered. 'You've fucked me you may as well
make an honest woman out of me.' More laughter, boy, that kid had a bent
sense of humour.

'You don't mind, Matty?'

'Told you I liked you, Baz ..... I like you a lot.'

I think that's about as far as he was willing to go but that suited me just
fine. I knew teenage boys and the one word they hated using was the most
beautiful word in the language ..... love.

'Come on sweety, lets get going,' I bought four Cokes to keep us going and
we were back on the road, climbing into the downs and a bit of Sunday
lunchtime solitude.

'Sweety......' He gave me his lovely little sneer as we pulled away. He was
OK, he was back on form.

My usual spot not far off the beaten track of the South Down Way had been
an observation post during the war and was derelict and made for some nice
pictures, there were odd lumps of overgrown concrete everywhere and a half
naked boy in sunglasses, a red bandana and a pair of Marks and Sparks
briefs looked good. Let's face it, Matty looked good full stop. He did some
poses playing around with the bike and wanted to go roughriding but I
insisted he get his knickers off first. His poor little willy was a bit
worn out so the naturalist shots were just that. When I told him that I
could flash them up on my computer later he was over the moon.

I think I must have spent about an hour in the sun whilst he charged around
on the bike like a lunatic, he was, after all a boy at heart. The grand
finale was his Butch Cassidy bit only this Butch fell off and nearly
brained himself.

'Shit, that hurt,' he moaned from the long grass where I could just about
see his blonde hair peeping over the top.

'You OK?' I wandered over. He couldn't have hurt himself too much, he was
swearing like a trooper. The bike seemed OK and that was the main thing.

'You alright?' I knelt down as he flopped out and stared at the sky.

'Yeah, I need a kiss, nurse.' He grinned up at me.

'Really.' I grinned and crouching over him kissed him lightly on the lips
and then harder. The next thing was that our tongues were meeting in their
secret little dance.

''Do me, Baz.'

'Do you what,' I played silly.

'Make love to me, fuck me,' he grabbed me fiercely and pulled me below the
level of the grass. 'Fuck me in the sun, it'll be wicked.'

'It'll be wicked if someone comes along here.'

'Chicken .... cluck, cluck.'

That was it, both laughing we stripped off trying to keep out of sight and
he lay back in all his naked glory with his erection sticking up on his
belly. 'From the front, I wanna see your shifty eyes,' he whispered
repeating my phrase from the previous night.

I took him there and then. It was marvellous, I must admit it was only the
second time I'd done sex in the great outdoors and it was wonderful. It was
all done by saliva, I had a job penetrating him but I did and it must have
hurt him a bit but he didn't complain.

'Yeah, that's it, Bastian,' he clamped his firm young bottom on my erection
and I slowly and gently made love to him under the bright noonday
sun. 'Yeah, now do me rough,' he demanded. 'Really fuck me.'

I don't know if he really meant what he'd just said but I fucked hard and
deep, he was wriggling and writhing speared on my moving flesh and as I
came he hung onto me as if he was scared of losing me. No chance of that at
all. He was good, he was excellent and I loved him.

'Whoa, that was absolutely fuckin' wicked, fuckin' evil' he giggled as my
spunk stained cock slipped from his squishy boy fanny. 'I'm so hard,' he
looked at me and grinned invitingly. I didn't need asking twice, I attacked
his nipples like a madman heading South.

I didn't really waste time I was on his hardness like a hawk, I took his
succulent young cock in my mouth and applied myself like an artist taking
him to the edge time after time. In the end he begged me to let him cum and
I deepthroated as he spurted another one of his young stallion's cums deep
into my gullet. I loved it, I could have eaten him there and then but I
contented myself in covering his sweet face with spunky kisses and trading
spit until we were both well and truly worn out.

'Bugger coming out in the country with you again,' he laughed softly as we
lay naked in the long grass letting the local insects use us for target
practice.

'You've got ants on your dick,' I remarked conversationally.

'What!!' he went up in the air like a rocket and I quite enjoyed watching
him running around in circles as I clambered back into my clothing. He was
still hooting and hollering as I stored the bike on the van's flatback and
stood there polishing off a now warm Coke.

He finally got dressed and wobbled back. 'You and your outdoor sex.'

'You started it,' I reminded him.

'Good though, wannit?' He gave me a big grin.

'Wonderful,' I agreed and we shared a more restrained kiss and got back
into the van.

'Don't you find it a bit boring just being a landlord and collecting
rents?' He asked as we took a leisurely drive back into town. 'I mean, you
must do something apart from cruise around looking for strays.'

'I don't actually cruise around,' I glanced at him to see that he was
studying me intently. 'I get involved in a lot of photography helping out
my mate and I've got a costing project on regarding the house next door.'

'Costing what?'

'To see if it's a viable proposition to buy it and turn it into a bed and
breakfast or even a hotel.'

'You've got that sort of capital?'

'Possibly.' Even at this stage I didn't want to tell him too much. 'I'm
good for a bank loan my accountant reckons if I can come up with a good
business plan and a forecast of expenditure and proposed incoming......'

'Whoa, whoa,' he laughed. 'You're losing me. Far too technical.'

'Well you asked.'

'Indeedy,' he agreed. 'Do you want to hear about me?'

''Yeah, I'd like to,' I indicated and pulled into a layby and offered him a
cigarette, I was trying to give up but picking up a fellow smoker wasn't
helping.'

'Nah, I'm trying to knock it on the head,' he waved his hand dismissively.

'Good boy,' I put the smoke back in the packet. Perhaps if we had sex every
time one of us felt like a fag we could break the habit together.

'I live in North London, or rather I did,' he started. 'I left school
around six months ago and got a position as a trainee chef, crap money but
I liked it.' He sat and looked at the passing traffic.

'Go on,' I prompted gently.

'I had some awful arguments with my mum and dad, they thought I'd do better
finding a job as a plumber or bricklayer, something more manual, more
physical if you know what I mean.'

He was silent for a few minutes and then carried on with his story.

'Last week they had their normal Friday night down the pub and came back
and both of them started on me but I'd had a drink as well so I gave as
good as I got.' He rubbed his eye but I couldn't see if he was starting a
little crying job or not. 'My old man, my dad that is, told me cheffing was
a poofs job and I swung at him, the next thing I knew we were in a free for
all. In the end they told me to get out of the house and I did. There you
go ..... easy as that.'

'What did you do after that, for the week that is?'

'I tried to keep the job going staying at mates but it didn't work, I
finished up sleeping rough and finally gave it up as a bad job Friday and
came down here.'

'Why didn't you go back home and try the apology bit?'

'I did the following day, as soon as he saw me the old man threw a wobbly
and gave me a smack in the mouth and nearly laid me out ..... I did a
runner and that was it.'

'You could always give them a phone call and try a bit of diplomacy.....'

'Fuck 'em,' he snarled. 'He should try telling Gordon Ramsay, Jamie Oliver
and the rest of them they're poofs, he'd get a fuckin' good hiding.'

'Probably,' I conceeded.

'Anyway .....'he looked at me and grinned. 'I've got a weeks decorating
organised, I'm getting just the teeniest vibes about posing which may or
not be legal and I could always shop around the local restaurants for a
job.'

'Or.....' I looked him straight in the eye. 'You could work for me, do some
paid posing for my mate and come into this bed and breakfast thing I'm
working on. As far as that goes, I should have some clear decisions in
three weeks or so.'

'Sounds interesting,' he grinned. 'You aren't just after my body are you?'

'No,' I answered quite truthfully. 'Your body, your mind, your decorating
skill which is probably zilch and your cheffing which seems pretty hot.'

'I'll give it a go,' he answered quietly. 'I do like you Bastian. You talk
like a right prick at times but I do like you.'

'I like you too, Matty.' I felt a lump in my throat, I didn't just like
him, I fuckin' well loved him. I turned the key in the ignition and moved
off.

We didn't speak until we were actually back onto the sea front and heading
west to the old border and home. I was waffling on about the old boundary
between Hove and Brighton but as I didn't know exactly where it was myself
and he wasn't really listening it was all a bit academic. He was gawping
out of the windown oggling all the gaily and skimpily dressed girls or
maybe it was the boys.

He stretched in the pickup as we drew up outside the old hacienda.

'You know what I'd like to do,' he smiled lazily.

'Tell me, sexkitten mine.'

'This sexkitten would like to fuck the arse offa you after a cup of tea.'

'God,' I laughed. 'And you called me Prince Charming.'

'Learning off a master, Boss,' he grinned as he got out and started to
untie the bike.

'I'll show you the posing bath,' I collected all the junk out of the front
of the motor.

'What the hell's that?'

'You will see, you will enjoy,' I promised.

We went into the house, I think we were both pretty hot, sweaty and tired
for that matter. I just felt like collapsing on the bed and sleeping but I
think the sex starved boyfriend from hell awash in a sea of young male
hormones had a totally different idea. In spite of that we sat in the
kitchen and had a cup of tea and a couple of rounds of ham sandwiches. I
was so tired but Matty was up for fun.

'Let's have a look at this posing bath then.'

I took him down the passage and unlocked what I now called my studio, in
fact, it was a shambles. I had a single bed with a backdrop but the pride
of place was given over to one of these silly baths, a sort of kidney shape
with a tiled backing. A mate of mine had plumbed it in so it was working
but I preferred to shower anyway.

Matty just glanced at the bath but was more interested in the VCR mounted
on a tripod. He reached out to examine the thing but my shout must have
given him a fright.

'Don't touch,' I called out perhaps a little too loudly.

'Alright, don't have to get uptight.'

'Sorry, Matty. It's all set up to take pictures right in the corner of the
bath. Took me hours to get it right.'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'Is this where you get your so called strays and do
your snuff movies.'

'Get real,' I laughed out loud. 'Why snuff 'em when you can suck 'em.'

'We gonna have a go,' he looked at me and laughed. 'No dirties though.'

'Snogs and gropes?' I asked hopefully.

'I can handle that,' he promptly started to strip off. 'Foreplay and then
we can go to bed?'

'Sounds good, keep the underwear on and it'll get a wash at the same time.'

'Wet t-shirt syndrome,' he grinned and stood watching me as I topped the
thing up. He looked absolutely gorgeous in his vest and the fresh blue
briefs I'd given him for the photoshoot.

We clambered into the bath and slowly stripped each other of our wet
underwear, stacks of kissing and loads of touching of bums and dicks. I
called a halt when I heard the video click off which was just as well as we
were both sporting erections which I didn't want in this particular set of
pictures.

'Whew, I'm so tired,' he raised his arms to the ceiling and yawned, his
cock was coming to life and stuck out from his belly with it's foreskin
beginning to retreat.

'Liar.'

'I am,' he laughed. 'Really tired.'

'OK. You sleep in your room and I'll sleep in mine.'

'Don't be a prat, Baz. I ain't that tired and anyway you owe me one,' he
gave a very convincing leer. 'A nice slow love job.'

'Come on lover, I can handle that,' I grabbed his hand and towed him to my
room. I wanted his fat cock in me and I was going to munch his face off,
after that I might just have the energy to give him another clutch of baby
boys.

I really don't know why I keep going on about this but he was such good
sex. I've had my so called strays by the cartload but Matty was the
best. He went for what he called the whole nine yards. The oiled finger
singly, the double barreled edition and then his rigid boy's cock to the
hilt and as he'd promised he fucked slow and sweet. Stacks of tongue
sandwich and at the end he did his massive cum which by now I was beginning
to accept as normal from him.

'God, I'm wasted,' he grinned at me tiredly still moving his slippery penis
in and out of my now well lubricated bum.

'Yeah, you did well lover boy.'

'Say that again,' he kissed me on the forehead.

'Say what again?'

'Lover boy. Do you mean it?'

'I think so,' I grunted as I felt his limpening cock slip from my body. My
own stiffy wasn't all that stiff, the poor thing was played out for the
moment, a pretty poor sex maniac I was turning out to be.

'Can a man love another man?' He tried to look wise but he just looked like
a bewildered squirrel.

'I can,' I cuddled his firm young body as he snuggled in. 'I can love you,
Matty.'

'That's nice,' he gave me a little smile and kissed me again. 'See, I've
never ever kissed another bloke, never ever even thought about it but I can
do it with you without being embarassed or anything.'

'Good,' I turned to face him. 'Just because you like or even love another
man or boy or youth you don't have to broadcast it. People in the know will
pick up on the good vibes but the straights won't.'

'Do you divide the people you know into straights and bents.'

'More or less ..... of course you've got the freethinkers, the straights
who couldn't give a toss either way.'

'Mmmmm.'

He looked and me and did another little snuggle. I think he was having a
struggle taking it all in. He was a supposed straight guy or more properly
a boy and he'd done a complete about face in a manner of speaking and I
think he was confused. Everything he'd heard at school and everything he'd
been taught had gone out of the window. He was in Gay Brighton of all
places, he'd done the ultimate, he'd had sex with a man and to coin another
phrase, he didn't know if he was on his arse or his elbow.

'You don't broadcast though not like that Freddy. You can tell he's queer
as soon as he opens his mouth.'

'You don't have to talk and act effeminate to be queer or gay. It's in the
genes.'

'Ho, ho. In the jeans .... I like it.'

'Prat,' I kissed him. Jeez, I couldn't stop kissing him.

'What time we eating?'

My God.

We slept well maybe it was all the sex maybe it was the sea air which you
get in Brighton. I worked that one out, seaside town, sea air. Not as dumb
as I look. See!

I was awoken by the phone in the other room, Matty was doing the sleeping
beauty bit probably dreaming of eating a herd of cows or maybe elephants. I
slipped out of the bed and tottered into the living room also known as the
scruffiest lounge in the world. It was my mate Paul on the phone getting
all excited about some French student he'd picked up.

'Jean-Paul he's called, tall, dark and handsome with a big dick .... looks
very boyish though.'

'Well good luck to you,' I offered. I don't know why he'd phoned me up,
he's picking up casual trade all the time. He's quite good looking himself
and does a lot of porn, he also gets paid a bonus by his photographer for
any new models he finds. With Paul, swagging chickens or strays as I tend
to call them are a way of life.

'You and Jean could pair, you're about the same size. Darkly handsome
Frenchy with scruffy blonde Anglo, you'd look good.'

'Yeah, I wouldn't mind normally but I've met this boy .......'

'Don't tell me you're in love again, you tart.'

'Yeah and fuck you too.'

'Now, now, Sebastian. I'm only trying to put some money your way.'

'And your way.'

'Natch,' he laughed. 'Bring the boyfriend around for a few drinks tonight,
Jean-Paul's stopping over for a week with me and my Tony.'

'Still my Tony is it?'

'For ever,' he answered quite seriously.

'What about if we drift around about eightish, Matt and myself that is.'

'Fine we'll expect you.'

'One thing. I'm not doing the twenty four carat stuff with this Frenchy,
just snogs and wankies. I don't want Matt getting too uptight.'

'Alright, Bastian. See you and the lover at eight.' He put the phone
down. It was time for a chat to my Matty boy.

I returned to the bedroom and Matt was sitting up in the bed looking
completely wrecked.

'Whassa time?'

'Just gone six,' I sat on the bed. 'We're going visiting tonight.'

'Yeah. Who?'

'My mate Paul, the one who models and does some photography himself. He's
got a little boyfriend called Tony.'

'What does little mean,' he slid back down into the warmth of the bed
showing no signs of getting out.

'He's a little blonde, he's only fifteen but he and Paul are madly in
love.'

'How old is Paul then?'

'Sixteen coming on seventeen, he's the sort of breadwinner although they
both model for various photographers.'

'Dirty stuff?'

'Mainly,' I looked down at him. Now came the crunch. 'He's got a French
student staying a week or so and he wants me to do some gropes and wanks.'

'Not proper sex then?' He looked at me keenly.

'Not now I'm married.'

'You're such an arsehole at times,' he grinned at me. 'Other times you can
be so nice. Come in for a bit,' he slung the bedding to one side and I
slipped in alongside his warmth. We snuggled and a snogged. What else did
you expect ... not more sex surely?

'Matty, I do love you, you know.'

'I'm starving.'



					TO BE CONTINUED


Seems a good time to cut this one short.If you want to read about Paul and
young Tony try BRIGHTON INTERLUDE (Nifty High School Section ..... 23 June
04).


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