Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 18:40:44 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: BRIGHTON ENCOUNTER - 9

WARNING; This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If this sort of
thing offends you what on earth are you reading Nifty/Gay for. My
characters do not wear condoms and that is because this is fiction and they
can get away without doing so.

I should tell you that you should be above the age of consent in your
particular geo-political area to read this sort of thing but you knew that
anyway.

I think I've dragged this one out long enough and Part 9 is the end of it.

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BRIGHTON ENCOUNTERS


Part - 9


STEVE AND ANTHONY


by


G. Cutter



Hi Matty speaking again. This is just a shorty short and it's about my
little Stevie. Stevie, or Steve as he prefers doesn't feature in the main
story as he was my private little hobby. Steve was the one I didn't share
with Baz and Tony and I don't think he shared himself either ..... well, I
was pretty sure anyway.

I suppose I give the impression that as I hung around with Tony and that
with working for Baz and Jeremy I had a pretty full life, maybe didn't even
get a lot of time for myself. Not so, Tony had his own friends, Baz had the
business and seemed to spend half his life plotting and planning on making
more money. I did the breakfasts, cleaned up and organised the shopping and
was basically pretty clear from around midday. We didn't do evening meals
although Baz had rigged a small bar so a drink was there if any of the
guests wanted a night cap, it wasn't the sort of setup where you could sit
down and get legless, just a place you could chill out and get a cheap
drink, pretty much the same as the punters could do in their own home.

Anyway, back to me. I'd gotten to trolling around The Lanes which is a very
old part of Brighton crammed with posh (and rather expensive) shops,
clothing boutiques, antique joints and the odd coffee shop. Full of bright
young things, students and the like and not forgetting the usual gay
contingent.

I'd seen this kid a couple of times, I suspected he was around sixteen
certainly not any older and he was always alone. He seemed to spend his
life in one of the cheaper coffee shops and I got to oggling him to be
perfectly honest. Don't forget I was still on a bonus from Jeremy for any
useful models and this kid fitted the bill, more on the pinup scene I
thought than the nitty gritty.

I think it was probably on the third sighting in the same place that I
decided to have a go and try my luck at a bit of recruiting. In I pranced,
got myself a coffee and a very pricey bun and plonked myself down at the
same table as the kid.

'Hi, mind if I share?'

'Sure,' he glanced at the empty tables. 'Wouldn't want you to be lonely.'
Seemed a bit sarcastic for a schooly but I was educated in the Tony
Thickskin routine by now.

'I've seen you in here over the last couple of days.' I started off.

'Have you?' God, this one was going to be hard work but I pressed on.

'Yeah, I have,' I grinned at him and he frowned back. He was quite an
attractive kid and I revised his age down to fifteen. I idly wondered if he
was on the game or if he even met a boyfriend in the cafe, it seemed an odd
place to lurk, it was Pitsville, no fruit machine, no music box ..... just
a dump.

'You gonna chat me up?' He scowled very prettily. I looked back and
grinned. Now he was getting a bit too bold.

'Only on a business level.'

'What sort of business?' His curiosity was aroused at least.

'I work for a photographer, we're always looking for good looking schoolies
to do a bit of paid modelling.' You'll notice I slipped the word 'paid' in
there.

'Yeah, I bet,' he actually laughed and seemed to relax a bit. 'A
photographer and what are you sixteen, seventeen?'

'On my life,' I fished a card out from my wallet and presented it. It was
Jeremy's card in fact but he'd had some run off with myself and Tony's
names on the bottom. 'That's me, Matthew.'

'Oh,' he squinted at the card. 'I suppose you're one of the porn mob
..... the homo lot,' he stared across at me and deliberately placed the
card back down on the table.

'I don't think sex has got anything to do with it,' I said. 'We do pictures
of boys or young men in physical and naturalistic poses and pay for the
time. If anyone wanted to go any further than the basic pinup that would be
upto them.'

I tell you it would only be in Brighton or maybe Amsterdam that you could
have a surreal conversation like this one. I was waiting for him to tell me
to fuck off but he was still sipping his coffee and listening.

'Very glib,' he grinned. 'So what's the score. You trap someone on pinups,
slip them a few drinks and then wheel in a dirty old man ..... is that it?'

'Come on, kid. Do I look like a perv?'

'Yeah you do,' he laughed and spluttered coffee all over the place. 'Don't
call me kid, it's Steve,' he managed to get out when he'd stopped laughing.

I tried not to laugh along, he had a nice smile and he was getting tastier
by the minute if you know what I mean, I even felt a twinge down in the
nether regions. Mr Dick was showing an interest as well. Chatting someone
up was a bit new to me, I know I'd swagged the builder's boy but then again
maybe he'd swagged me and Kurt, well Kurt was a fuck waiting to
happen. This one was something else.

'Well, I was just looking after my best interests,' I decided to come
clean. 'I get paid commission and I'd get paid for the photography so it's
not all doing you a favour.'

'How much do you pay,' he sipped what must have been a stone cold coffee.

'I'll get you a fresh drink and I'll give you the brief.'

'OK,' he smiled up at me as I hovered for a moment and went upto the small
bar. Stage One done and dusted, so far so good. I looked back at him and he
was staring out of the window, perhaps he was a natural born loner, some
people are like that. I returned with two fresh coffees and reperched (I
like that, sounds better than sat down again).

'Right, Stevie.......'

'Steve,' he corrected me.

'Right, Steve. The bottom line is that a first session would take less than
two hours, you'd do a slow striptease down to naked and I'd take the
pictures as we go along. At the end of it I'd pay you twenty quid and you'd
get to see what I'd made of you on the studio computer. After that, the
product, that is your pictures, are our property and we do as we wish with
them......'

'And what's that?'

'Normally we farm them out to our German or Russian contacts and they'd
publish them on line on their various sites.'

'Porny sites,' he sniffed.

'Not with basic pinup stuff.'

'I dunno,' he waffled. 'I don't mind something classy, you know artistic
stuff but I'm not into having my willy all over the net. What happens if
someone in Brighton recognises me.'

'The chances of that are one in a thousand,' I blithely fed him the party
line. 'Unless you've got some very recogniseable tattoos or birthmarks no
one can pin you down. Everyone has a double somewhere so they say.'

'Twenty quid for two hours,' he grinned. 'Ten pounds an hour, no willy, no
groping ..... yeah?'

'A deal,' I held my hand out. We shook on it and I squeezed his warm
hand. 'Maybe a little feel?'

'Maybe,' he laughed. That was good, we were getting on fine. My very first
swag ..... wowsie wow.

I studied him as he finished his drink, he was quite neatly turned out with
a off white or cream sweatshirt and white cord jeans, there'd be no need to
find him stuff to pose in he could strip straight from his street clothing
although that was making the assumption he was willing.

'So what you got photographer man, a studio, a dinky little bedroom,' he
laughed. I was quite sure he thought I was trying to con him or that I was
just a junior perv... Who me?  Nah, not really.

'We have a studio ten minutes from here and I live in Monpelier as a matter
of interest.'

'Not too far from me,' he grinned. 'Well I said yes, when's the big
photoshoot?'

'Like right now, the studio will probably be clear unless my mate has
trapped someone.'

'Trapped?'

'Just a word,' I grinned, 'He likes boys.'

'And you don't?' He laughed. I think he had me well and truly categorised
but then again you'd hardly do boy pinup stuff and be a raging hetero would
you now?

'I like bigger boys, Stevie,' I gave him a toothy grin.

'Steve,' he corrected me again. 'Let's go Matthew or is it Matt?'

'Whatever,' I stood and that was it, we were on our way.

We ambled along to Jeremy's studio, I was well aware that Jeremy was away
for a week and also that Tony was otherwise engaged with Kurt for the day,
at least he wouldn't be poking his oar in and disrupting my action with
Steve, that's if there was going to be any action which I doubted. My
master plan for what it was worth was to do the basic striptease and show
him how the pictures came out then pay him his money and hope that would be
incentive enough to progress my end game which was to get inside his
drawers to be brutally frank. I know money was a lure, what schooly doesn't
like a score stuffed in their sweaty hand for doing next to nothing.

We were there in fifteen minutes and I took Steve down to the studio, his
eyes were everywhere, I suspect he thought he was going to get leapt on by
a bunch or raging homos but of course he didn't, I did say Tony was away
with Kurt didn't I?  He followed me in rather nervously until I got him
seated and gave him a Coke from the fridge, I could see him gradually
relaxing. So far so good.

'We'll do the biz in the kitchen,' I told him as we chilled. 'You can jump
about on the work surfaces and whatnot, I'm going off the studio stuff,
it's so impersonal.'

'Upto you bossboy,' he grinned a little uncertainly.

'Relax, don't worry,' I looked at him willing him to relax. 'I faithfully
promise not to grope you, OK.'

'OK,' he laughed.

'Until after the shoot,' I added with a laugh. 'Kick the trainers off, the
socks can go with the trousers.'

He did as he was told like an obedient little model although he was
probably just as tall as I was if not so bulky. I suppose if I was well
built he was slender, I don't want to call myself fat and him skinny, I
have got a bit of pride left. I grabbed the camera and led him into the
kitchen.

'What I want you to do is a basic striptease ..... easy?'

'You better prompt me,' he gulped, I think his resolve was faltering.

'OK. no probs. Kneel up on the work suface and gimme a nice clothed bum
shot.'

'You are a clown,' he laughed.

'I'm serious ..... do it.'

'OK, OK,' he giggled and clambered up and that was the first picture. I
wasted a hell of a lot of pictures but who cares with a digital. He removed
his shirt displaying a super smooth torso, not well muscled but teenaged
rather than boyish if you follow me. He did a couple of camp ones with his
trousers open and drooping showing off an absolutely awful pair of gray
y-fronts with a red waitband. The trousers went and I had him acting like a
mountaineer clambering over the furniture getting into it in a big way.

I told him to keep giving me little smiles but not to laugh like a hyena.

'Gimme looks like you can ready my dirty little mind,' I motioned for him
to hook his underwear down.

'That's easy,' he scowled at me and then gave me a nice little
smile. 'Howzat.'

'You look good. Now we lose the trousers.'

'Right.'

'We'll do some with you hooking your underwear down, give the punters some
flesh. I want you to look like you want it or you've just had it.'

'Like this?' He gave me a smouldering sexy look that had the drool flooding
my mouth, I could have eaten him on the spot.

'Perfect.'

'No willy,' he cautioned me.

'OK, don't panic. Let's get the tantalising ones out of the way and then
we'll do some of you naked but sexily draped with this table cloth thingy.'

'Naked?'

'Naked but with your private bit's draped.'

'OK.' I knew this was the crux, he was determined not to flash his parts
and I wondered if he had a tiny penis or perhaps he was super shy. I know
schools seem to discourage communal showers nowadays but a naked body is
just a body after all. The thing was I'd seen loads of boy and youth flesh
over the preceding months but I suppose it was all a bit new to him.

I took the shots of him with his underwear hooked down, a semi bum shot
(half a cheek actually) and that was it.

'What do I do with this?' He clasped the blue plastic table cloth.

'Just sit there naked with that dumped in your lap covering the family
jewels.'

'You're watching,' he accused me as he peeled his grey underwear down his
long legs.

'Seen it all,' I tried not to stare. 'Nothing to be ashamed of there,' I
grinned as I got the quickest flash of an uncircumcised cock which was well
upto par, a nice dark pubic bush clustered at the root, a nice meaty
handful looking ever so slightly excited. He was bloody gorgeous.

He sat for a moment with the table cloth heaped in his lap and gradually
calmed down. 'OK?' he gave me a sexy little smirk.

'Excellent.' I took a few more pictures and it was time for the finale. 'I
want you to stand and use the table cloth like a toga. A nice flash of
thigh and a bit of bare bum.

'OK.' He stood again and gave me another flash before clumsily draping the
plastic over his shoulders, I could have sworn his dick was thickening up
and lengthening but maybe that was wishful thinking.

'No, no,' I put the camera down and before he could stop me grabbed the
tablecloth and did a better job than he had of the display. 'There you go,'
I smiled. 'That didn't hurt, did it.'

'No,' he flushed and put on his sexy pout. He looked beautiful. I would
have preferred naked but sometimes a bit of titillation works wonders. The
royal blue of the plastic set off his lightly tanned legs and shoulders, he
was a boy lover's dream ..... maybe a youth lover's dream but who cares.

'Gimme a couple of twirls and that's it.'

He laughingly did this not realising I got a couple of classic bum shots of
his firm young derriere, I could feel myself getting stiff in my jeans, it
was a miracle that he didn't notice but they were pretty tight around the
crotch.

'All done Steve. Thank you for your time.'

'Thank you for the payment,' he laughed. 'Any chance of using that shower,'
he nodded towards Jeremy's toilet and bathroom.

'Depends if I get to wash your back.'

'You can wash my front,' he giggled and fled for the bathroom giving me a
tantalising glimpse of his high riding boyish bottom as he went.

That was it, I didn't need inviting twice. I was like a vampire, once I got
an invitation I was in like a rocket. He'd freely invited and I was
accepting. Time to play.

I wandered into the bathroom to be greeted by a sight that I would remember
for a long time. Steve was facing inwards and water was running down his
smooth back onto his gently rounded buns and then down his long legs.

'Oi,' he squealed as my hand slipped over his damp buttocks giving them a
gentle squeeze. He span around and I was face to face with his penis now
semi erect and probably not too far off full stretch,. It wasn't massive
but he wasn't fully grown, the sudsy shaft probably measured around five
inches but who was counting.

'Is this what you wanted,' he murmured.

I gently cupped his wet ballsac and graped his firm shaft with my other
hand.

'Yeah, that'll do,' he grinned and squeezed the water from his hair, all
trace of his embarassment had gone. He gently prodded into my slowly moving
hand.

'So much for Mr Straight.'

'Nothing bent about accepting a wank,' he laughed and looked at me. 'Wanna
hop in?' His eyes avoided mine as he made his offer.

'What with my clothes on?' I gave him a little grin.

'No, not with clothes on,' he muttered. 'You've seen me, I wanna see you.'

'OK.' I slid the curtain across and got rid of my clothing, I didn't want
him getting overexcited at the sight of me stripping off, he he! I was as
hard as a rock and I'd be hard put just not to spin him around and plunder
his soapy little bum but I couldn't do that. If it'd been Kurt or Tony I'd
have been in there like a ferret up or down a hole but not with Steve I
think he was worth waiting for. Don't get me wrong, I was still very much
in love with my Bazman but Steve was more my own age and what's wrong with
having two boyfriends?

I slipped into the shower and moved in.

'Jeez,' he giggled nervously. 'That's huge,' he was obviously referring to
my penis although after that remark my head could get the same way.

'Not as nice as yours though,' I grasped his semi erect meat and felt it's
warmth and the solid core that got harder as I slowly worked his foreskin
to and fro.

'I knew you'd do that,' he closed his eyes and put his hands on my
shoulders.

'You did invite me in after all,' I whispered and ducked my head and
nuzzled at his soapy neck.

'Don't ....'  What he said didn't match up with what he did. He moved
closer still and I fed his now fully hard cock between my legs and clamped
hard on it reaching around and clasping his firm young
cheeks. 'Jeeeezus.......' He was barely audible as I moved my fully hard
prong between our bellies and he started to move between my legs.

'Kiss me.'

'No,' he whined and buried his face but continued to slowly fuck between my
legs. God, I could have taken him then and there, I was so frustrated.

I gave up on the lip to lip but still trapping his slowly moving meat
dropped my head from his throat onto his smooth shoulders and then down to
his nipple.

'Nutcase,' he giggled and messed with my hair as his one nipple became hard
and I moved across to the other. 'Amazing,' he fingered his erect nipple
and then shuddered as I moved back a little freeing his hardness and kissed
his sternum and then onto his gently rounded belly, he knew what was
coming.

'No, please, Matty,' he begged but his heart wasn't in it. I cupped his
soapy balls and ran my lips the length of his jerking cock and then
captured it and holding it steady ran my tongue across his slit tasting the
saltiness of precum. All systems go, Matty my boy.

I glanced up into the showering water but his eyes were closed and his head
drooped. I took his youthful cock into my mouth and he made with a
shuddering sigh as his hands gently ruffled my wet hair. A moment later he
was slowly moving to and fro into my mouth and I was clasping his firm butt
savouring the tense muscles and the ultra smoothness of his soapy flanks. I
was in heaven and he wasn't too far off himself going by the rock hardness
of his slowly moving erection in my mouth.

'Could cum in a moment,' he gasped and now he really was fucking my face. I
grasped his smooth thighs and tried to take as much of him as I could, I
could feel his slippery and juicy glans hitting my choke point and then he
gave a low moan. The next thing was that I felt his hard shaft jerk and
blast after blast of thick creamy boy spunk spurted into the back of my
throat. Jeez, he did cum well, dunno when he'd last had a wank but I
gobbled and swallowed like a loon trying not to lose any. I finally gave it
the last litle suck and a little kiss as it began to soften. I slid up
alongside him and clasped his firm young body resting my head on his
shoulder nuzzling at his neck.

'Kissy, kissy,' he whispered and I felt his lips on the side of my
neck. 'You taste soapy,' he giggled nervously.

'You taste glorious,' I replied like the tart I am. We stood in the tepid
shower with the water bouncing off our bonces and gazed at each
other. 'Wanna come around mine for a bit, chill out and relax.'

'Why not?' He studied me for a moment and grinned. 'I've never been chatted
up by a boy before.'

'There's a first time for everything, Steve,' I grabbed his soapy flanks
and this time planted a kiss full upon his full red lips. He made a
strangled sqwark and then to my surprise melted into my arms and returned
the kiss. I flickered my tongue at his tightly clamped lips but he wasn't
ready for that, he probably remembered I'd just sucked him dry and he may
get a taste of his own medicine in a manner of speaking.

My head span as I slipped from the shower and dried off, he was coming home
with me and what did that mean? Did he want more work? Was he just bored or
did he want to play more? Who knows? I didn't care, I'd just go with the
flow, he was relaxed now and if I played it cool I may have gained a new
friend. Whether or not I got any further than sucking his dick was another
thing but I thought he was worth spending time on and that was the end of
it.

He watched as I put his pictures onto a CD and left a copy for Jeremy with
a short note which was basically my bill for myself and for my payment to
Steve. Jeremy was pretty good and I had no worries on that score. We then
strolled up the road having a little natter, getting to know a bit more
about each other.

Apparently he was still at school and the reason that he's been down The
Lanes was that his best mate had left town leaving him a bit at a loose end
.... my lucky break I fancy. He also only lived about three streets away
which was more good news. He had an twelve year old kid brother but I
wasn't really paying attention, I was enjoying his company amd just let him
ramble on.

'What about you then?'

'Oh, me.' I didn't really know what to say so I just told him that I'd came
down in the summer and got involved with Bastian and things had gone on
from there. I told him about the bed and breakfast, about Tony and about
Kurt. I didn't go into the gory details but I'm sure his imagination could
fill in the blank spaces.

'You've got your own room in this zoo have you?' He laughed as I ran out of
chat.

'Half a room really,' I admitted. 'Baz had one of the bedrooms downstairs
partitioned off so I could sleep in peace if I wanted to and have my own
space.'

'And if you feel the urge you can hop in with Bastian or this Tony?' He
probed.

'If I feel the urge.'

'You're not cooking or anything this afternoon are you?'

'No. We normally don't do breakfasts in the afternoon,' I informed him a
bit dryly. 'What time have you to be home?' I rapidly changed the subject.

'About seven, for dinner with the family.'

'Ah, four and a half hours,' I checked my watch.

'Don't get carried away, sexy,' he grinned. I grinned in return, he'd
called me 'sexy' after all, he was doing my ego the world of good. I was
still wondering if he was a goer, a prick teaser or just maybe a bit of an
adventurous schooly. Let's face it, we hadn't done anything to shake the
planet. Maybe to him, not to me though.

'So, you wanna pop in for a while?' Talk about striking whist the iron was
hot.

'Why not,' he shrugged and then laughed. 'I'm dying to see what your next
move will be.'

'Are you?'

'Damn right, Tonto,' he laughed. 'The last one wasn't too bad.'

'I'll have to do better then,' I grinned and on we strolled.

Just to make my day Bastian was alone when we arrived, as usual he was in
the kitchen checking bills out. He was curious about Steve but not overly
interested if you know what I mean. He knew that I had a bit on the side
now and then and I knew perfectly well that he did the same. At the end of
the day we were partners and any little tiffs were soon made up. We got on
well, the hardest part was not trying to cramp each others styles. There is
always a temptation to get jealous of a partner's goings on but it's hard
to be judgemental when you're playing games yourself.

I introduced Steve and told Baz that he'd been doing some work for Jeremy,
Baz obviously knew what that entailed and didn't pry. I think he was happy
seeing me with someone other than Tony the local slut or Kurt the Schooly
from Hell. I told Matty that I was taking Steve downstairs to chill out and
he knew exactly what I meant.

'Seems a nice enough guy,' Steve commented as he followed me through the
basement. 'He's you're ..... erm mate.'

'Partner,' I corrected him. 'We're sort of a confederacy rather than a
federation if you know what I mean.'

'No,' Steve laughed. 'I haven't got the slightest idea what you're on
about.'

'No matter. I do my own thing and Baz does his.'

'And what's your thing right now, Matty?' Steve paused as I opened the door
to my room or rather my half room.

'Well if you don't like getting naked for the camera maybe you'll be a bit
more forthcoming in private.'

'I was in the shower wasn't I?' Steve followed me in and eyeballed the
place. 'Humble but home I suppose,' he took in the cramped room, the untidy
bed and the rest of the junk, a bashed up old TV, a radio and CD player not
much better and a small fridge.

'Cold drink?'

'Love one,' Steve looked at me and sensually licked his upper lip. I don't
know if he knew it or not but he was turning me on big time.

'Pity you can't stay the night.'

'Perhaps you need to bribe me,' he looked at me and grinned.

'How?'

'Well,' he flopped onto the bed. 'I know what you're after. Perhaps I want
something as well?'

'Such as?' I handed him a can and sat alongide leg to leg.

'You know.....' he wavered. 'What I'm trying to say is that I'm not here
just so you can have a shag and then sayonara Stevie boy .....'

'What are you saying. You want a relationship,' I laughed which was a bit
unfortunate given the circumstances.

'No, I fuckin' well don't,' he snapped at me and for a moment I thought I'd
blown it. 'You fuck, I fuck to be perfectly blunt.'

'That's as blunt as a brick,' I leant over and kissed his cute nose. 'Why
didn't you say,' I pressed my lips softly against his but he kept his mouth
firmly closed. 'I'd love to have your babies.'

My tongue slipped into his mouth as he laughed and we were back to where we
were in the shower. 'You are a clown, Matty,' he finally managed to get
out. 'But I do fancy doing stuff ..... you know, the biz.'

'So do I sweetcheeks. Can you stay the night?'

'Only takes a phone call, I can bell them in an hour or so,' he gave me one
of those sexy looks that he'd done so well in front of the camera. 'I'm
getting hard again.'

'Goody,' I dropped my head to the crotch of his white cords, and nuzzled
his fork like a mongrel. He was right, he was hard again but so was I.

'Bet you'd get the hump if I did that to you,' he murmured.

'Not really.'

He sat up with a big grin on his face and pushed me flat onto the bed. A
moment later his face was in my groin and he was following my
lead. Nuzzling and pressing his face and his mouth against my package.

'Wanna try it naked,' I asked hesitantly wondering how far he wanted to go.

'Naked sounds good,' he smiled much to my relief.

I'll remember it for a long time, that scruffy basement, that God awful
room and that tatty bed. The only beautiful thing was Stevie's body as I
slowly undressed his boyish frame and he stripped me. For the moment I was
in love, I knew he wasn't in love with me, he had some sort of agenda,
maybe he wanted tips on how to get into a mate's trousers but I didn't
care. I wanted his youthful body and I desperately needed him to want mine.

'You sure you want to do this?' I murmured as his sweet lips dropped to my
nipples and his pointed tongue lapped at the hardening nubs.

'Stop playing hard to get, Matty. You know you've got the hots for me,' he
grinned up and his hand dropped to my jerking erection and slowly worked it
to and fro and then his head dropped. Jeez, I nearly passed out as I felt
him take and experimental lick, a lap and then his lips closed around my
glans and he took a gentle suck. 'Tastes OK, smells cummy,' he giggled and
then his mouth engulfed me and he slowly began to move his lips up and down
my shaft and jiggled my scrotum. I knew that I was oozing but he kept at it
until I had to warn him, his soft suction had brought me to the brink.

'Gonna cum, Stevie.'

He didn't stop, his head just bobbed up and down and he deepthroated me his
nose buried in my pubics. I came in long juddering blasts of creamy boy cum
and he just gobbled and swallowed away as if slurping a fizzy pop. He even
squeezed me dry, lapping up the final dribble giving me an evil grin up my
belly. 'Tastes a bit yeuchy,' he grinned. 'Must be an acquired taste.'

I hauled him up the bed and swopped spit with him tasting my own cum on his
lips until eventually we chilled and just lay there in that scruffy bedroom
cuddling each other and whispering sweet nothings.

'Do you still want me to stay the night?'

'Natch.'

'I thought once you got your blow you might lose interest.'

'There's more to come,' I spoke in a dramatic whisper. 'I wanna make
babies.'

'We wanna make babies,' his teeth gently nipped my lower lip. 'I'll have to
phone home.'

'Carry on, E.T. The phone's right there.'

Talk about a tissue of lies. The yarn he spun his father or maybe his
mother was a figment of his imagination from start to finish. Apparently I
was an old school friend who had moved to London and then back again, we'd
been mates for ever and ever, yadda, yadda. I nearly believed him myself at
the end of it all, needless to say he got his permission and we were set
for the night. The only thing we had to do was to get my imaginary father
to confirm the arrangement and that called for the acting skills of my
Baz. I didn't quite know how Bazman was going to take it but he could only
say no.

'Anyway, Stevie... one for the road.'

'One what?' He looked puzzled.

'One of these.' I gently flathanded his smooth chest and kissed his gently
rounded belly just above his semi erect penis.

'Oh, no. Not again,' he gave a mock grumble and played with my hair as I
took his hardening sausage into my mouth and gave him a long slow one. All
the skills I could muster went into that one and he was whimpering and
moaning as he fucked into my mouth. God, he was so tasty I could have eaten
him on the spot. The thought of what may happen once we were alone for the
night even had my depleted dick hard again.

'Let me cum, Matty,' he was begging as every time he seemed on the verge I
smoothed his balls down from their firing position and left off with the
sucking.

'OK,' I held his slender hips and really went to town to be rewarded by
spurts and squirts of his boyish spunk. For a fifteen year old he did quite
impressive cums which boded well for the night ahead.

In the long run we got dressed and I properly introduced Stevie to Baz who
was quite happy making the phone call which surprised me a bit but then
again, perhaps he had his own 'little adventure' going on somewhere. Just
to spoil my day Tony and young Kurt rolled up with another stranger in
tow. This kid was no more than fourteen and I think that's when Baz gave up
and disappeared. The new boy was called Max and under any other
circumstances I might have fancied him but Stevie took precedence for the
moment at least. I think at that stage I got a bit huffy as Tony seemed to
be paying a bit too much attention to Stevie. Jealous, maybe but I wasn't
too happy about it. Free love's OK but there is a time and a place. It was
more a case of: 'Don't nick my chick, you prick'. In the end I suppose we
spent about an hour or so up there with the boys, we phoned in some pizza,
had a bit more chat until Baz reappeared and then we end split.

'Hey, it's nine o'clock already,' Stevie remarked as we clonked down the
stairs to my room. 'What we gonna do 'til bedtime?'

'Watch TV, have a bit of music, have a snog?'

'That figures,' he laughed. 'Dim lights, soft music and the romantic and
ever so randy Matty.'

'Not too bad yourself, loverboi.'

'If Baz is your partner, you must have me in mind for a mistress or is it
just a one off, a quick fuck and away?'

'It's nothing of the sort, Stevie,' I pinned him against the wall just
outside my room belly to belly. 'It's what you want it to be but certainly
not just a one off... at least I hope not.'

'We'll see,' he gave me the sultry look again. 'Let's get inside, it's
draughty out here.'

I took him in and shut the door, I even put the fire on as it was getting a
bit chilly. We were set for the night. I put the televison on and it was
the usual crap but neither of us cared we were on the bed tasting each
other's lips. We both knew what we wanted and that was each other. Baz had
been my teacher so I knew exactly what I had to do, I had to let Stevie
have first go just to show I wasn't taking the piss and then if the master
plan worked I'd take him. Pretty basic plot but Baz swore by it. Tony
agreed, he always let the new boy have first stab in a manner of
speaking. Kurt... well Kurt just liked getting shagged.

'TV's crap,' he muttered after about ten minutes of heavy petting.

'Are you suggesting an early night?'

'Yeah, it's a bit cold in here. We'd be warmer in bed.' In fact it was nice
and cosy but I wasn't going to argue with him.

'Let's get naked,' I laughed and pounced on him. Five minutes later after a
lot of stroking and hugging we were in bed, naked and snuggled together.

'Just like an old married couple,' Steve grinned as we belly rubbed and our
erections slipped against each other. 'No one gonna come bursting in are
they.'

'Nah,' I stroked his smooth flanks. 'Not once I've flipped the 'do not
disturb' sign on the door.'

'I never noticed, mind you locking it helps,' he grinned and gently fondled
me moving my foreskin to and fro over my spongey hard glans. 'I never
thought we'd finish up here like this,' he closed his eyes as I softly
kissed his hairless cheek and lapped at the corner of his mouth. 'Perv,' he
turned to kis me and we embraced even tighter if that was possible.

'Gawd,' I crushed him tightly and thrust my now fully erect cock between
his legs, he clamped hard upon it and sighed as I grabbed each of his
buttocks and squeezed and fondled the delicious orbs of soft yet springy
flesh. I rolled him onto his back and gently pumped between his smooth
thighs and he returned the compliment by rubbing his own erection between
our bellies.

'You want do me, dontcha?'  His voice quavered.

'Yeah,' I could hardly speak but Baz's advice came to mind: Show the faith,
let the novice do his thing first. A quick roll and he was on top, a bit of
a fumble and his hardness was between my legs and my hardness was trapped
between our bellies. 'You've never done this before, have you.'

'No,' his voice broke.

'There's some stuff under the pillow , make sure you're well lubed up
before you stick that bloody thing in me.'

'So romantic,' he laughed and then looked disappointed as I opened my legs
and took my knees back to my chest. Of course all this was under the
bedding so he didn't acually see my exposed pucker but he got the idea. A
big smile spread across his face as he half knelt and reached for the tube
I'd slid free.

'Don't go mad, just oil up your knob and put a smear on my hole.'

'Yeucherooni,' he pulled a face but did as he was told.

'And go gentle lover boy... and take your time. We've got all night.' He
wasn't big, at least he wasn't as big as Baz was and he wasn't big compared
to myself. A respectable size, a Tony size, if I could handle Tony I could
handle Stevie. How wrong could you be, I'd clearly not been too clear in my
instructions.

'Yow.....!'

'Sorry, sorry, sorry,' he babbled as I dropped my legs and flathanded his
taut belly.

'That fuckin' hurt, Stevie, you ain't harpooning a fuckin' whale you know.'
I pulled him onto me and his slippery penis lay against mine in a belly
sandwich. 'For Christ sake, take it easy.'

'I thought you were used to it,' he muttered and looked at me eyeball to
eyeball. 'I really am sorry.'

'Nice and slow, nice and gentle. We're having sex, not raping each other,'
I stared at him and smiled wanly, he really had hurt and he hadn't even
penetrated me, talk about a close miss. 'Listen. Locate and then slowly
enter and stop if I tell you.'

'Sorry,' he mumbled again and slowly knelt under the bedding as I drew my
legs back again. This time I held his hips just in case he tried another
bit of ram raiding. I felt his oiled knob at my back door and just the
gentlest of pressures and he was inside me.

'Jeez.....' he sighed as he felt my heat swallow him, he grinned as he saw
me smile, he knew that he was on the right track.

'Yeah, that'll do,' I stroked his back as he gently slipped his full length
in. None of the old in and out for our Stevie, just one long and slow
thrust until his crisp boyish pubics nestled against my spread ring and I
squeezed on his hot cock. The boy had broken his duck in a manner of
speaking. Talk about mixing cricket metaphores.

'You orrite?' He choked.

''I'll live, I answered dryly and pulled his head down. 'Gimme babies,
Stevie.'

'Tosser,' he grinned and started to slowly move in and out kissing and
slipping his wet tongue into my mouth. I loved it, I held his narrow hips
just in case he got over excited and let him fuck his little heart out. He
liked it, he loved it, I could see by the grin on his face he'd be back for
more before the night was out but before that happened he was mine. He was
pretty quick but it was his first time after all, I expect that his main
aim was to cum as quickly as he could and after some babbling and sweaty
snogging he did. Probably not the flood I was hoping for but he had shot
his bolt twice already and there was a long night ahead.

''Yeah...' I sighed with satisfaction as I felt his hardness soften and
slip free, I could fel his boyjuice between my cheeks and his fluid inside
me.. Hey, hey, Mr Satan. I've finally corrupted someone but the best was
yet to come.

'Was I OK?' he asked nervously.

'Of course you were,' I soothed him. stroking his sweat sheened flanks. 'Mr
Rabbit.'

He giggled and kissed me on the nose. 'Flattery will get you everywhere.'

'I hope so,' I rolled over until he was pinned on the bed under me and
started to kiss and lap from his sweet lips down to his belly. He closed
his eyes and opened his legs, as soon as he did so I slid my aching
erection between his smooth thighs nudging my hard shaft under his smooth
scrotum.

'You're so hard,' he sighed. 'So big.' He opened his eyes and I was
surprised to see the glint of tears. 'Don't hurt me. Matty.'

'You don't have to do this.' I hated myself even as I said it.

'I want to... with you,' he whispered and a faint blush crept over his
face. 'But I don't want to get hurt.'

'OK, then. Stevie, go on your side and I shall attack from the rear.'

'Clown,' he laughed but willingly turned on his side away from me and I
snuggled up tightly behind him pressing my hardness into his tightly
clenched buttocks.

'Relax,' I soothed him and squirted the tube of baby oil onto two
fingers. I slipped them between his cheeks and he gasped but then relaxed
and even giggled as my fingers massaged his pucker and finally one slipped
inside him.

'Should call you Doctor Matty,' he groaned and I nearly squirted as he
pushed back onto my probing digit.

'Sexy brat,' I munched the back of his neck and grinned as he gave a little
yelp as I fed two fingers in and found his prostate.

'Jeeeez...' he wailed and then relaxed as my fingers massaged that glans
and loosened his virgin ring. He was about ready. This was the acid test. I
was a bit worried, I know my cock is a bit on the man size and he was much
slighter than I was, I was also assuming from what he had said that he was
a virgin. People do tell lies but I think Stevie was for real.

He tensed up again as my fingers left him and flinched as my oiled cock
slowly slid between his cheeks, I directed it with one hand and grasped his
own penis with the other. Glory be, he was getting hard again, a good sign
there Matty boi.

'Aaaa,' he gave a trembling moan and I felt his ring give. That was it. He
whined as I entered him and I nearly passed out with his tightness and his
heat and he was now even fully hard himself. 'Matty, it feels like a bloody
great log.'

'How many logs have you had up the bum then,' I asked as I slowly moved to
and from trying not to pop out of his lovely little boy fanny.

'A turn of phrase,' he chuckled and pushed back. 'It doesn't feel too bad.'
I knew that. He was a natural, he was as hard as a rock himself and I was
now moving quite freely. He was giving little pushes back as I thrust and I
was slowly filling his sweet body with my boyhood. He was taking the lot
and from his erection he was enjoying it. 'Yeah,' he sighed as my sweaty
belly finally made contact with the small of his back and we spooned
together Mr Matt Jnr now sheathed firmly and totally in his willing
flesh. 'Hate to sound tarty, but it feels OK.'

'Good,' I rolled him onto his belly and got between his legs and pressed in
firmly feeling his buns compact under my weight. I placed my arms either
side of his torso and slowly moved in and out, just a little, not going
mad.

'Oooooh,' he shuddered and craned his head around. I sloppily kissed the
side of his mouth and started to move a little faster. 'Yeah, go on,' he
groaned and pushed upto meet my thrusts. I took my time, besides enjoying
sex with him I wanted him well loosened up and to be perfectly honest I
wanted to hammer him until his teeth rattled on my second visit. How's that
for thinking ahead. 'Oooooooh,' he warbled again as I slid right out and
then re-entered his slippery and now eased ring. I did this twice and he
begged for me to stay in. 'You're wrecking my bum,' he giggled as he pushed
up onto my demanding thrusts. I couldn't hold it any longer, with a frantic
flurry I dug deep and hard until I felt my juices boiling up and then the
blessed relase as I came surge after surge of my thick spunk deep into his
tight passage. 'Oh, my Gawd,' he sighed and clamped his bottom as I slipped
deeply in for the final squirt and stayed glued to his back.

'Orrite?' I nuzzled his ear and then kissed him as he craned his head
around.

'You flooded me,' he smiled fondly and attempted a sloppy kiss. 'You're an
animal.'

'And the night is young,' I reminded him.

The night was indeed young; we lay their doing all the usual things one
does in bed, we moved around, we troked each other, we kissed and we both
regained erections...

'Gawd, it's so hot in here,' he whines and grinned at me pushing the
bedding down to our bellies.

'You were moaning it was cold an hour ago,' I reminded him.

'I know,' he giggled. 'I just want to look at you,' He pushed the bedding
down even further and we lay naked together in the warmth. The fire was
still on and it was pleasant laying there. No, correction... It was bloody
nice laying there with Stevie's slender form laying alongside me and his
stiff five incher just begging attention. I grasped his slightly tacky
spike and ran his foreskin to and fro up and over his slippery glans.

'You want seconds?'

'One way of putting it,' he laughed and rolled on top of me slipping his
stiffness between my legs again, I contented myself with fondling his sweet
butt as he slowly moved himself to and fro, in and out.

'Batting on a sticky wicket,' I reminded him.

'Jeez,' he screwed his face up. 'You are suck a disgusting lout,' he smiled
all the same and wriggled his sweet bottom as my fingers ran up and down
his slightly sweaty crack. 'Come on, Matty,' he whispered. 'I'm hard
again.'

As if I didn't know. I could feel his hot cock between my legs and I gave
him one slow and lingering kiss before raising my knees again and guiding
him into kneeling.

'Nice and slow, nice and gentle,' I whispered as he positioned himself and
I felt his swollen knob slip across my well used ring. One gentle push and
he was in me and I smiled up at him as I felt his boyish meat begin to fill
me. Pigging out on kiddy meat... I love it. For the moment, I loved him, my
Stevie.




							....................................................



Steve's Story.



Still Matty in charge, Steve can't type but he thought this bit should go
with our story. After all it wasn't until he'd met me and spent his first
night that he'd plucked up the courage to advance his lust for his
brother. OK, it's all your's Steve.

Hi, readers. Steve talking, Matty typing.

Saturday morning and the world was looking a bit different, I didn't mean
it was all rosy and romantic but things had changed. I'd spent a night with
Matty and I'd made love to him. Yeah, we'd done the numero uno dirty
..... we'd shagged. With rather mixed emotions and feeling a bit scared I'd
let him do me. I'd wanted to be fair and I liked him, more importantly I
wanted to see what it was like.

I thought it was going to be painful and dirty but it wasn't and to cap it
all off we more or less kept it going all night. I know I did him three
times and he did me twice ..... how's that for record keeping. Surprisingly
enough I felt no shame, my bum was a bit sore and my dick felt like a
noodle but that was it. I wasn't going to advertise the fact that was for
sure. I was going back for more and that was certain, I liked it and I was
going to do it again.

The little cloud on my horizon was my kid brother Anthony, I'd fancied him
for a bit and I'd thought I was going mad. Loving the kid brother, now that
is pervy. But there was something there and I didn't think it was one
sided, I think he had the hots for me and this weekend could be the crux,
the nub, the crucible, what-bloody-ever. I'd promised that I'd overnight
with Matty on Friday nights only, I didn't want my parents getting
suspicious and I didn't want Matty's boss or lover Bastian getting a dose
of the hump. I knew that Bastian didn't really fancy me, he was in love
with Matty.  On the other hand I knew that Tony fancied me but it seemed
Tony fancied everybody. Kurt was Kurt, Daffy Duck Kurt, he was rather nice
and I wouldn't have minded spending some quality time with him, he was a
bit younger than myself but I really did like him, that big daft grin and
those lips of his. God, he could suck me to death any day.  A bit like a
minefield that place but never mind, I was going to pop around and see
Matty in the middle of the week and stay Friday, until then I had little
Anthony to think about.

My kid brother. Anthony was twelve. I can hear the shrieks of horror
now. The perv facies his twelve year old brother ... yadah, yadah. I know
but one can't help one's desires, how's about that for a bit of posh
English. I fancied Anthony who everyone called Tony, but I called Ant just
to upset him, maybe I even loved him a bit more than a brother should...
of course I did.

I wanted to kiss him all over, I wanted to lick him to death. I wanted to
suck his little noodle and I wanted to ..... well, you all know what I
wanted to do. I wanted to make love to him all the way, twelve year old or
not. I was besotted with Anthony. I had been for a year or so now and I had
a feeling that he fancied me. Now that might have been wishful thinking but
there were the funny looks he gave me from time to time and the fact that
every time I wanted to get changed or undressed he seemed to be
hovering. We had seperate rooms and there was no reason at all why he
seemed to burst in on me every five minutes. He just seemed to time his
arrival so that I was always getting dressed or undressed at the time, he'd
then sit and watch me like a hawk. Wierd or what?

Anyway, Matty's told you about the Friday night and it's my turn
now. Saturday night. The Saturday night that redefined my relationship with
little Anthony for evermore.

My parents weren't too concerned about me overnighting with friends (after
we'd got Baz to play dad on the phone). But it was a trade off as I found
out Saturday morning when I crawled home like a shipwreck.

'I hope you're not drinking with these pals of yours,' my mum remarked as
she fed Anthony and myself.

'Nah, I don't like drink,' I mumbled through a mouthful of food.

'Good ... and don't talk with your mouthful,' mum continued. 'Your father
forgot to tell you that we're out for the night and we need you to keep an
eye on the monster.' She was, of course, refering to my dear brother.

I looked up in surprise, this was a one off, they normally got a sitter in,
I must have come of age more ways than one. The Ant was looking at me with
a big smirk on his pretty little face.

'We won't be back until around eleven on Sunday,' mum wobbled on as dad
entered the room.

'So you can't go out unless you take Anthony with you and I don't really
want you doing that,' my dad picked up the conversation. 'A night in won't
do you any harm.'

'Yeah, OK by me.' I'd had a vague plan in my head regarding baby bro' but
this babysitting chore had dragged everything off the backburner to the
front of the cooker in a manner of speaking. I had the house and kid
Bratfink all to myself for an evening, a night and a bit of the morning. It
was now or never, I'd never get another chance like this.

'OK by me too,' Anthony mimicked and was told to shut up by the
'rents. After the late breakfast I went upto my room, I desperately needed
to snooze or maybe have a bit of quiet music, I needed to build my strength
up, I was totally shagged out which was hardly surprising after a night
with Matty. I did a combination of both, put the radio on very quietly and
flopped out on my bed with my eyes closed, I wasn't sleeping but not too
far off it.

'Hey, hey, big bro,' I heard mini prick cackle as he jumped onto the end of
the bed. 'Is diddums tired?'

'Shut up, munchkin. I told you to knock before bursting in on me, I might
have been busy.'

'Yeah? Like doing what?' He sniggered. 'The usual?'

I flushed remembering back a couple of weeks when he'd nearly caught me 'at
it'. You know what I mean? I'd just finished and he'd burst in as I was
wiping my belly off so I managed to rescue the situation although he
knew...  the little shit knew alright.

'I've got a bit of a headache.' I hadn't used that one for a while.

'Who's this new friend of yours, then. The one you stayed with last night?'

'Nobody really, just a kid who left school last year.'

'So how come he's a mate of yours then?'

'Go away, Ant, go and play with your dolls.'

'Yeah,' he sneered. 'Better than playing with your dick,' he neatly avoided
my foot as I kicked out at him. 'Mind you, you were probably at it with
your new matey.'

'You're just an evil little sod with a mind like a cesspool.'

'Yeah, yeah. Don't swear at me, I'll tell dad.' He stood grinning. 'Anyway,
just you and I tonight,' he gave another of his cackles and shot from the
room. I closed my eyes again, dunno what the last remark was supposed to
mean but no doubt I'd find out tonight. I drifted off with assorted visions
of Matty's big dick and his flawless white bum mixed in with pictures of
the last time I'd seen Ant naked, his tight little arse and his willy which
was a bit on the tiny side but had a fascination all of it's own. If things
turned out OK I might even get a glimpse of him in the bath tonight and
that would have to keep me going until I saw Matty again. I really would
have liked Ant in my bed naked and willing but to be perfectly honest I
wouldn't know what to do with him. I could hardly fuck him, he was my kid
brother for God's sake.

Saturday lunch was skipped as it normally was in our house but we made up
for it with a healthy evening meal or dinner around six in the evening, the
'rents were off at seven and there would be Ant and I all on our
ownsome. Keeping him under control for the night was going to be a drag but
I didn't want to whinge too much as my Friday night's out depended on my
ongoing good behaviour. If anyone could blot my copybook it would be the
kid brother from hell.

All's well that ends well as Shakes-whatsit said. Fond farewells to the
'rents and we were on our own. My intructions to look after Anthony, to
snack him before bed, not to fight and to make sure he had a bath and
cleaned his teeth before hitting his wanking chariot. That's a thought that
flashed across my mind. Did he wank, I had no idea. Could he cum, he was
twelve so maybe, maybe not. On reflection there was very little I knew of
my brother on a personal level. He had his chums and I had mine, it's not
as if we actually did a lot together unless we were with the 'rents. I just
had the sneaky feeling that he was 'available' but I could be wrong. I
might just be reading him and his sub teen body language wrong. I had to
tread very carefully, we didn't have what you could call a friendship going
but I didn't want to destroy the little we had.

'What's on telly?' He flopped down into the sofa as soon as mum and dad
were on their way.

'Usual crap.'

'Nice turn of phrase,' he laughed. 'Got any decent DVDs?'

'Got a couple of oldies Matty gave me.'

'Who's Matty? This new mate of yours?'

'Old mate,' I kept up the pretence. 'Surprised you don't remember him from
a couple of years back but you were a bit on the young side.'

'I suppose,' he scowled. 'What's the films then?'

'He lent me two.' Actually Matty had lent me three but the third was under
lock and key in my bedroom, no way was the junior arseache from hell
getting to see that one... at least not just yet. 'Armageddon and an old
Friday the Thirteenth.'

'They're both old,' Ant sniffed. 'Wouldn't mind watching the Friday one, I
love a bit of gore.'

'Better behave yourself the otherwise you'll be seeing some, shortstuff.'

'Ya, ya, ya,' he chanted but his heart wasn't in it. We settled in front of
the television and setled down to see some tasty boys (woops, girls)
getting slaughtered. I dimmed the lights so that they were almost off, I
knew Anthony would be peeping through his fingers and sure enough five
minutes into the film he was.

'Whatta woosie!!'

'Wanker.'

'Watch it, Ant. I might have to send you to bed.'

'You and whose army?' Gawd all this was so familiar, so familiar it was
bloody tedious. I just continued to watch the film ignoring Anthony and
thinking about Matty, Matty's big dick and Matty's plump white bum. Grrrr.

Predictably enough Antman slipped up the sofa until he pressed against me
and he snuggled in which was very unlike him. He continued to peep through
his fingers like the little tart he was.

'Wanna watch Armageddon?'

'If you don't mind, this one's a bit over the top.' he muttered.

'Do it then,' I gave him a push and he scuttled over to the tape machine
his eyes avoiding the screen mayhem. I took the opportunity to study his
tight little bottom as he crouched over and exchanged the discs. I know he
was only twelve and that he was my kid brother but I felt a twinge down
below. Matty must have awoken urges in me, maybe buried in the past.  I
really could do something with Ant, I don't quite know what but I could.

He settled back onto the sofa as Armageddon began to roll. I liked this one
because of the music but even so I did notice that he kept close to me
which was unusual. 'You lonely then,' I put my arm around his shoulder.

'Sorta,' he grinned up at me. 'Nice to be brotherly for a change.'

'I suppose,' I didn't know where this was all leading as this was most
unlike Ant, the kid brother from hell. 'Go with the flow,' I mumbled to
myself.

'What?'

'Nothing brother dear,' I held my arm around him tighter. 'Bath and bed
after this one.'

'OK.'  Gawd, now there was one for the book. The Ant doing something
without arguing.

'This mate of yours...' he began. 'Where does he live?'

'Up the road, Montpelier. He works in a bed and breakfast doing the cooking
and dogsbody bit.'

'Oh, he's got his own room then?'

'Of course, I couldn't do a sleepover else, could I.' I was answering
cautiously, the little prick was leading upto something.

'Share a bed did you?' He glanced up at me all little Master Innocence.

'Yeah... we are boys after all, no big problem there.'

'Mmmmm.'

'What's the hassle?' I challenged him.

'The last time I had to sleep in with you, you threw a fit.'

'I should think so, ten years old, nicking all the bedding and farting all
night. Jeez, that was a night to remember.'

'Wasn't my fault, 'twas mum's cooking,' he giggled and kicked his slippers
off then hoisting his legs up onto the sofa he more or less lay full length
and rested his head on my thigh. 'Don't mind do you?'

'No, not at all. Take the piss all you like,' I ruffled his unkempt black
hair. 'How did the trip to the doctors go the other day?'

'Don't talk about it,' he sniffed. 'Horrendous I think the word is and to
cap it all off there was a nurse in there all the time.'

'So?'

'I was bollocky buff,' he squeaked. 'Nude and he shoved a finger up me
bum.. and I got an instant stiffy. Jeeezus, I went so red I thought I was
going to blow up.'

'Could have been worse, mum could have gone up with you.' I tickled his
ear, I could get into this peace treaty bit big time. 'He had to have a
nurse in there, he can't get inside your briefs without a chaperone, it's
the rules.'

'Yeah, but getting hard... and then the prat says something like 'not bad
for your age' or something totally cringemaking.'

'Poor Ant,' I laughed. 'He probably was checking out your prostate, that's
what got you going.'

'Pros...? What's that?'

'The gland that controls your sex life as far as I know. Generates your
sperm and all that crap. Don't you do this shit at school?'

'Didn't listen too much last time,' he looked up at me. 'I was sorta
expecting the birds and bees lecture from mum, dad or yourself even.'

'Small chance and no chance,' I laughed. 'You must know how it all works by
now or you're a complete moron and my kid bro ain't dimbo that's for sure.'

'Well, thanks for that anyway,' he laughed and rubbed his head on my
thigh. 'What age did you start to cum?'

'Around your age I suppose.' Now there was one out of the blue but at least
the conversation was going in the right direction. It was hell trying to
follow the film although I had seen it a couple of times before
anyway. 'Surprised you're not oozing a bit at least... or are you. Be
honest.'

'Nah,' he sounded miserable. 'I've woke up sticky a couple of times but
nothing white.'

'What do you expect, I laughed. 'A mansized cum in your knickers. Get real,
it starts off gradually.'

'I tried it the other night, you know,' he craned around to look up at
me. I could see he had flushed up a bit, he was darker skinned than I was
just a trifle and when he went into a full scale blush he looked like a
plum gone bad. This was his style of mini blush.

'Don't have to tell me,' I kept my eyes on the screen, the worse thing for
a blusher is for someone to stare at them.

'That finger up the a-hole bit.'

'And?'

'Zilch, didn't do anything.'

'Your finger isn't long enough,' I told him. There speaks the voice of
experience. 'It's right inside you, a long finger or a cock get's it
going.'

'Yaah, yaah....' He curled up laughing nearly choking himself in the
process. 'Seems you know all about it then.'

'Shurrup.' I rubbed my knuckled on his bristly head. 'I'm trying to be a
good big bro here.'

'You could be a gooder big bro if you really tried,' he mutilated his
English and sat up fixing his beady eyes on the film.

'Yeah?'

'Yeah,' he paused as if collecting his thoughts which I suppose he was. 'We
could try your finger tonight... purely as a favour job that is.'

'And what do I get out of it? Apart from shoving my finger up your tight
little arse that is.'

'Dunno,' he mumbled and shrugged. 'Give it a go tonight, we've got the
place to ourselves... please, pretty please.' He gave me one of those looks
he gives when he wants something. Little Antbrat wasn't aware that I wanted
something as well and this slightly off planet conversation was all music
to my ears, I just didn't need to sound too keen, maybe a bit of foot
dragging, a little reluctance was the way to play it.

'Maybe,' I looked at the film and made a quick calculation. 'Twenty
minutes, bath and bed. I'll do you a cocoa or something.'

'Coke?'

'No drinks, you get hyper. You're going to bed not swinging off the
chandeliers.'

'Can I have a shower instead of a bath?'

'Do what you like,' I very nearly snapped. In fact a shower would suit me,
you can always find an excuse to invade a shower it's a bit difficult with
a bath. I'd suddenly realised that Ant the Dog Breath had something on his
mind and maybe I was part and parcel of his little scheme whatever that
scheme may be. Knowing my little Anthony he was upto no good, twelve year
olds are like that.

Armageddon wound to it's close and I felt good. To me Armageddon was a feel
good film... get it.

'Go and have your bath, shower, whatever, Anthony. I'll sort you out a
drink.'

'Come and share the shower... you promised.'

'I didn't promise anything you little liar.'

'Aw, come on, you know the water cools off so you'll have a chilly bath or
whatnot,' He perservered with childish logic. He was right though, if
anyone used the shower for a prolonged period the hot water suffered, as
dad had explained, the main boiler was too small, it was as easy as that.

'Your risk then,' I smiled at his crafty face. he wanted to play, it was
written all over him. Well, I wanted to play as well but my games were a
little more serious than his. I wanted him big time his conversation had
more or less sealed his fate. Anthony was a dead duck to use the local
street chat.

'Come on then,' he yelled excitedly and barefooted scampered for the stairs
like he was off on a hundred metres dash.

I took my time, I didn't want to appear too keen, I was also hard. Now
there's a thing my twelve year old kid brother is going for a shower, I've
got a virtual invitation to pop in on him and I'm hard... got to show
something. A sudden thought had me return to the kitchen and collect
something I wanted, then and only then I made my way to the bathroom.

'Can I come in?' I walked in before I was invited or got told to bugger
off, he had left the door ajar after all. I could see him through the
frosted glass of the shower cubicle. The first sighting of my brother naked
for over a year, more like two and that was a bit hazy with the glass and
the steam. 'You alright in there,' I rapped on the glass.

'A bit lonely.' I heard a subdued giggle.

That was it. I'd had enough of the small talk, enough of the veiled
invitations... just about enough of everything. I was on the verge of
something big and I knew it. If the Ant didn't want it then his language
and even more, his body language was all to cock and I was a complete
twenty four carat idiot. I shut the bathroom door and quickly shed my
clothing. 'Your lonliness is overnow, little one,' I slid open the door and
stepped into the warm water and grasped my younger brother by his wet and
soap slicked hips.

''Thought you'd bottled out,' he murmured and looked up at me with a
nervous grin on his face. 'You're growing,' he grinned glancing down at my
burgeoning stiffness.

'The thought of fingering your fanny,' I grinned back and clasped him in
tightly. Of course being taller my rapidly hardening penis slipped up
between our bodies and his already stiff peg glanced off my thighs.

'You gonna do it,' he asked eagerly.

'I'll just do one finger and see if I can find the magic button,' I ran my
hands up and down his slippery back. 'Then I'll try something a bit
larger.'

'Not in this lifetime,' he cackled and moved away with his back against the
shower wall.

'No, not that,' I grinned reassuringly. 'Something to get you harder than
hard, super hard. Something that might get you to squirt.

'Really?'

I just smiled. I had him, I knew what he wanted more than anything and that
was to actually cum. He wanted to see his own spunk, puddled or splashed,
it didn't matter. He just wanted to see his own boy sperm for the very
first time. If luck and all I had picked up from Matty worked he'd get his
wish. I had the feeling he was on the verge and I wanted to be the one to
bring him to his real climax. 'Turn around, I promise not to hurt you or to
take liberties... fair enough?'

'Alright, Stevie. I trust you,' he spoke seriously for once and turned to
face the wall presenting his beautiful twelve year old bottom to his older
brother's admiring gaze. It wasn't what you'd call a bubble butt but a good
solid young sportsman's bottom. I ran soapy hands over the smooth and firm
mounds of flesh feeling him flinch and then relax.

'Open your legs,' I spoke softly and dropped to my knees. I glanced by the
shower door. Good, he hadn't noticed my sex aid from the kitchen.

As his legs parted I soaped up between his cheeks and felt my fingers glide
across his sphincter, he jumped but then rested his forehead on his arms
which he positioned on the tiled wall. 'Go on then,' he groaned.

More soap, a couple more dummy runs up and down his sweet crack until he
told me to get on with it and then I slipped one finger straight in through
his tight little muscle.

'Aaaah,' he moaned and clamped and eased on my finger as I moved it in and
out searching for that little lump. 'Aaaaaaaaaa, Stevie,' his legs
buckled. I'd obviously found it.  'That is so weird,' he wriggled his
bottom as I slid my finger in and out brushing against his prostate firmly
at each motion. 'Gawd, I'm so hard.'

I knew that, my hand reached under him and stroked his boyish scrotum and
stroked the underside of his jerking little cock. I slowly wanked it with
one hand and finger fucked him with the other and just let him pig out on
the experience. The doctor hadn't gone this far, at least not with the
nurse there. I removed my finger gently above his little moan of protest
and reached around grasping his dicklet and balls with both hands ramming
my face against his bottom licking and prodding at his hole as he shoved
his sweet little fanny out to meet me.

'I'm gonna die, you dirty bugger,' he moaned as my tongue lapped and probed
at his gradually relaxing ring.

'In a minute,' I reached behind me and grabbed the courgette.

'Whatcha doing?' He mumbled and shoved his bottom out just as I pushed the
soap covered courgette upwards. 'Aaaaah, shit,' he wriggled and tried to
expel the vegetable but I held it firm and pushed it home feeling his
muscle yield to admit it's solid width into his virgin passage. He wriggled
some more and tried to push it out by muscular contractions but I held it
firm and flathanded his belly at the same time, he'd lost his cherry to a
baby marrow and was now pushing back as I moved the thing in and out not
wanting to lose the complete thing up his tight little arse.

'You're doing alright, Ant,' I whispered and got to my feet kissing his
slippery neck and still working my little green friend to and fro.

'What is it, it's huge,' he moaned but pushed back onto it all the same.

'It's a little courgette, you dummy. One of those things mum likes. It's
just the right size to hit the spot.'

'You can say that again. I'm so hard it hurts. Better not let mum know,' he
giggled and almost purred as I fed the thing in further until the end
almost disappeared inside.

'Turn around.'

He did so as I kept my arms around him and the makeshift dildo in place. He
jerking cock which must have measured only three or three and a half inches
twitched in front of my eyes. The gleaming bright red head was fully
exposed and looked painfully sore. I dropped to my knees again and took
it's sweetness in my mouth gently sucking working the vegetable to and fro
relaxing his ring and tickling his prostate all the time.

'Ooooh,' he grabbed my head and furiously started to fuck, somewhere along
the line the courgette slipped free and bounced on the shower floor but it
was all over. He gave a long strangled moan and I felt his cock jerk in my
mouth about three or four times. A dry climax but a climax all the same. He
was done, he fell to his knees on the shower opposite me with his eyes
glazed and sucking in air like he'd had a heart attack. 'Did I cum, could
you taste it?'

'No, sorry Ant. Not this time.' I held him as I saw the disappointment on
his face, he so wanted to do just one little squirt.

'I thought I'd cum, It felt so RIGHT.'

'You will,' I promised and guided his hand down to my own aching
cock. Surprisingly he grinned and began to wank away.

'I'm not sucking it,' he laughed as he worked my joint to and fro. 'That
thingy was fun, I'm gonna keep one under the pillow.'

'Don't,' I laughed. 'Borrow one when you feel the urge. You'd have a lot of
explaining to do if they find that in your bed.'

'I suppose,' he nodded wisely.

'Anyway,' I rested my head on his shoulder as he wanked away. 'If you want
to try something to hit the prostate, you know where my bedroom is.'

'What?' He looked puzzled for a moment and then laughed. 'You dirty
perv... stand up, I wanna see it when it cums out.'

Weird boy. Nevertheless I stood up and he stayed on his knees wanking
away. Just as my balls went tight and I felt the heat rising he made his
move. He must have sensed it or he must have been warned by my rock hard
cock or my taut belly muscles but he ducked his head and engulfed the end
of my cock just as I came. I think it was a bit more than he'd anticipated,
I heard him gulp, gag and swallow and at the end he arose and gazed at me
with cum smeared face and gave a shy grin. 'There you go, big bro.'

I just looked at him and then on impulse ducked my head took him in my arms
and kissed him full on the lips. His eyes opened in shock and then closed,
I felt the kiss returned softly and then more forcefully as he really got
into it.

'Let's get dried off, the water's running out,' he mumbled at the end.

We dried off and dressed in silence. I suppose I'd gotten half way with my
master plan and was not at a loss, I think he may have been ashamed or just
embarassed but the silence was total.

'Do you want me to bring you a cup of cocoa up to bed?' I had to say
something.

'Yes please,' he avoided my eyes. 'Can I go to bed now.'

'Of course, Ant. Chill out, it's all our secret... it never happened.'

'It did happen but it is our secret,' he flashed me a grin much to my
surprise and fled the bathroom.

I went down to the kitchen and made two mugs of Cadbury's sweet and nasty,
guaranteed tooth decay and after turning all the lights off made my weary
way back up the stairs. A night of Matty, an abortive but interesting
session with Anthony and I was feeling like a complete loser. I was
physically shattered and mentally on edge. I just didn't know where I was
heading or what the future held. Matty and his little scene was OK but with
Ant I could have seruiously dropped myself in the shit. He was twelve years
old after all, not the sort of age to keep secrets and tonight had gone a
bit beyond a brotherly slap and tickle.

He wasn't in his room, that was the first shock. As I wandered into my room
still clutching the mugs I got the second shock. There he was sitting up in
my bed with a big cheesy grin on his face and looking like the cat who'd
swallowed the canary.

'I was thinking...' he started.

'That's a first.'

'Har, har.' He looked at me and his eyes dropped always a bad sign. 'If
that cour-thingy, veggy thing has that effect on my body what effect would
a larger foreign object have?'

'Pass,' I looked at him and gave him his mug and sat on the edge of my bed.

'What if it was a cucumber?'

'Give you a sore bum,' I laughed in spite of his serious attitude, this was
getting a bit into La La Land. 'Anyway, have you decided to sleep in here
tonight or are you just paying a social call?'

'I'm sleeping with you, Stevie,' he looked across the rim of his mug and
gave a little smirk. 'I know what you want and as you say a cucumer's too
big.' He gave another one of his grins. 'I'm hard again by the way.'

'So am I,' I opend my bathrobe briefly and gave him a flash.

'Yum, yum,' he whispered. 'Who needs little green veggies when there's big
pink brothers around?'

'Indeed,' I smiled and turned out the lights. It wasn't particularly late
but it looked to be a very promising night and I wanted to make the most of
it.'From Ant's smiling face as he flung back the bedclothes exposing his
naked body down to his knees so did he.

'Litrtle slut,' I dropped my bathrobe and stood there naked looking down at
his childish body, I had a twinge of guilt about what I intended to do, or,
rather what I hoped to do but swiftly banished it. My dad being an old Navy
man used to say 'a drunken dick carries no steaming lights' whatever that
means but I got the drift only I wasn't drunk, I was infatuated with my kid
brother.

I turned the top light out and sat in the comfortable glow of the bedside
light sipping my cocoa, I ran one finger down Ant's chest from his throat
to his navel and gently grasped his solid three and a half inches or
whatever it was. I slowly worked his loose skin to and fro back up and over
his shining red glans.

'You've got the touch, Stevie,' Ant whispered. 'I've wanted to sleep with
you for a while now,' he looked at me with a grin. 'So, I am a slut I
suppose.'

'Only kidding, kiddo,' I put my mug down and clambered onto the bed
crouching over him. As he reached out and grasped my hardness I bent to
kiss him on the lips, this time there was no reluctance and my tongue
sliiped into his mouth meeting his slippery organ as we did the tongue
tango. Brotherly love, incest... who cared. I wanted him and it seemed he
wanted me.

'That is so hard,' he muttered moving his hand to and fro making me even
harder. 'It's dribbling,' he giggled. 'Move up.'

I did so, I knew what he wanted, he'd got a taste for it and I was happy
enough letting him have it but I had no intention of cuming. I wanted to go
the whole way tonight. We wouldn't get many chances so tonight was make or
break.

I shuffled my knees upto his armpits and leant in, without a word he
grasped my erection and guided it to his mouth and took it in. His head
moved to and fro and he gently sucked lubing me up and bringing me to the
very brink. In the end I had to pull free. 'I'm gonna pop,' I groaned.

'Do me,' he demanded and with a struggle rolled onto his belly leaving me
straddling his back.

'Not like that,' I rolled him back with a struggle. he didn't know what I
was doing and looked sulky and then puzzled as I took his little pecker in
my mouth for a few minutes and then pulled a pillow down shoving it under
the small of his back elevating his bottom.

'Whatcha doing, Stevie?'

'This...' I hoisted his legs up and folded his knees down onto his chest
exposing his litle button. It looked slightly puffy and a bit red but when
I touched it softly he gave a satisfied groan and I saw his spincter
actually pulse. I dived on it shlurping at his sweet honeypot, coating it
with saliva and probing at it with my tongue, I swear I felt it give and I
went into the final stage. Reaching under the pillow I grabbed the Nivea
Cream I'd put there earlier for just such an eventuality.

'What's that for?'

'I don't want to hurt you, Ant,' I told him and smiled as he flinched at
the cold cream made contact with his hot little boy fanny.

'Aaaah,' he groaned and his eyes closed as I smeared it around his entrance
and slowly intruded one finger in deep coating the inside of his body
rotating my finger making sure he was as relaxed as he could be. 'I could
handle a cucumber now,' he smiled bravely.

'You say the sweetest things,' I smiled down at him and positioned my now
freely weeping glans at his slippery pucker and gently nudged.

'Oooooh,' he tensed and grabbed my hips as I felt his ring stretch and my
glans force the muscle open and the his delicious heat and tightness
encompassed my throbbing hardness. I'd broached him and he moaned as I
gained another inch, there was no going back now. I used every inch of self
control I had not to thrust in hard and deep and take him but good sense
won out in the end and I ever so slowly rocked back and forth sinking
deeper and deeper.

'Orrite, Ant?' I bent and gave him another kiss, his hand shot out and
grabbed the back of my neck holding us together as I slowly fucked my way
into his tight little arse.

'Yeah,' he gasped as we broke the kiss. 'I'm so hard,' he whined and he
was. His cock was almost glowing and every time I moved in and out it
jerked up and down in sympathy. He reached down and wanked at it as I
slowly bottomed out until my length was solidly encased in his hot little
body. 'You pervy bastard,' he whispered fondly. He sure had a way with
words.

I held my trunk upright as I pulled him onto me and started to fuck for
real. Long slow stroked right down to my root and then out again until only
my knob as lodged inside and then over and over again. He was good sex and
at the end we were virtually belly to belly, my stomach wanking his
pricklet as my rock hard cock plunged and lunged into his soft bottom. He
urged me on as his legs dropped onto my sweaty back resticting my thrusts.

'My dick hurts,' he wailed at one stage. 'It's burning I think I'm peeing.'

I laughed with real delight. I knew what was happening and it was a sublime
moment for him and for me as well as I grunted and felt my own heat arise
and then the seemingly endless spurts and splashes of my hot spunk into his
tightly clenched bottom.

'Ah, Jeez,' he gusted as I lay on him belly to belly feeling the
slipperyness between our bellies. 'I felt all your stuff squirt inside me,'
his face reddened. 'I think I did a bit of a pee, just like a little girl
wetting her knickers.'

'I don't think so,' I smiled and gently kissed him before slowly and
carefully withdrawing. Rolling off him I examined his shiny belly and took
a fingerload of the almost clear slime off his flawlessly smooth skin and
held it to his lips. 'Taste it.'

'Piss of,' he giggled but looked at me curiously as I grasped his soft
noodle and ran my fingers up it like a toothpaste tube. The dribble of
opaque liquid that oozed from his pee slit was not to be denied. I ducked
my head and softly sucked his boy sperm savouring the almost nothing taste
but a taste with promised of better things to come.

'Ant spunk,' I grinned.

'Really?' His smile lit up the room. 'I really cum.'

'That was the burning.' This time I scooped a dribble from the little
puddle in his navel and offered my finger to his lips.

'Jeez,' he licked it and his smile grew even wider if that was
possible. 'Don't taste as yeuchy as yours.'

'It will,' I promised and pulled the bed clothes up and over us. I glanced
at the clock as he cuddled in with a contented smile on his face. We softly
stroked each other's bodies as we wound down. I'd found a new friend and
lover in Matty and my kid brother Ant had found a new hobby. All in all not
a bad start to the weekend and we still had another seven hours to broaden
our new found friendship.

My last thought as I drifted off to sleep with my kid bro spooned up
against my back was not to forget the courgette in the shower. If my mum or
dad found that there'd be all hell let loose.


				  The End


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