Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 07:11:08 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: Ferret chapter one Feedback is more than welcome. I love to receive emails from anyone and everyone so please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter "Ferret" somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking its spam. Any criticism is also welcome as I don't want to let the story get stale and always want fresh input. If any of you, the readers, have ideas or suggestions about a plot, however big or small, please let me know and I will look into it. Condensed Disclaimer. (as you should have read the one in the prologue!) 1. Under age to do this, don't! (Unless you really want to but don't hold me responsible if your folks find out!) 2. Not allowed to read this where you live. Move! Find somewhere more liberated than the bunch of bigots you live with at the mo! 3. Not gay? Don't like gay stories? Why you here then? Leave, unless you want to be enlightened. 4. Know a kid in trouble? Please help him by getting in touch with whatever authorities look after kids in your area. 5. This ain't real! 6. This story is mine and if you use it elsewhere without my say so, then may you catch the pox! Chapter One. "Hey Ferret, you find anything in there?" a voice shouted at me. I pushed aside an empty cardboard box in the skip, trying to find a prize. "Just a half eaten hamburger Bobby," I yelled back. I heaved myself over the edge of the skip and brushed myself off, looking at the downcast figures of the twins, Bobby and Billy. It has been two years since I split from my dead Mom's house, and was struggling to survive on the streets of London, despite joining up with the gang. Billy, who was a couple of years older than me, pulled me into a hug. "Ne'er mind kid," he said. "I don't wanna eat out of a skip again anyway." His twin brother, Bobby, snorted and said, "well where we gonna eat then Einstein?" Billy looked up at his brother, and then past him at a car that had slowed down at the end of the alley. "I'll be back in a bit," he grinned and swaggered off towards the car. "Damn it Billy!" Bobby said. He turned to me. "I hate it when he goes off on his own like that." I shrugged, knowing what Billy was going to offer the man in the car, but not wanting anything to do with it myself. Yes it helped get money, but I didn't want some stranger sticking his cock down my throat, or worse, up my ass. I still winced from the memory of Mickey doing me whenever the twins talked about their "conquests". I looked over Bobby, who was slumped in his demeanour at being left out by his brother. Both brothers were complete horn dogs, and helped bring a lot of money into our gang, which helped us survive. I'd often watched the pair of them go at it with each other in our home as well, jerking off over the sexual energy that they exuded. Bobby grabbed me and we headed out of the alley and towards the shopping mall. "Let's see if you can lift some sucker's wallet Ferret so we can get some nosh," Bobby said. I felt a buzz of excitement run through my body, as I thought about the thrill of stealing from someone, the wonder of would it be this time I got caught. We wandered about the mall, window shopping not just the shops, but potential targets for our petty crime as well. Finally Bobby spotted a middle aged man, burdened down with shopping bags. "There you go Ferret, go get him!" I looked at the man, and decided he looked an easy enough target. Using our normal routine, I pushed Bobby hard enough for him to stagger into a couple of women, before running off, shouting at him to leave me alone. Bobby ran after me, making sure he looked like he was just off catching me. I threaded my way past people before running full pelt into the haplessly burdened down man. His shopping bags went flying and I sprawled at his feet, crying, begging forgiveness for running into him. "What's the rush son?" the man said, leaning down and offering me a hand to help me up. I gulped and looked over at Bobby. The man followed my gaze. "You running from him?" he asked me. I nodded solemnly, trying not to cry. The man scowled at Bobby, who turned and left. "Thanks Mister!" I sobbed out, engulfing him in a hug. "I think he was really gonna fuck me up." The man chuckled at my language. "Now then son, why would someone want to hurt a sweet boy like you?" "He wanted my money," I sobbed into his chest, "but I wouldn't let him have it." The man gave me a pat on my head. "Good for you, well now we've scared him off, are you going to be okay?" I wiped my arm on my nose and sniffled. "I think so mister, thanks." I said. We parted our ways, and I walked slowly round the corner and settled onto the bench outside the KFC. "So how much did he have then?" Bobby asked, sneaking up behind me, making me jump. I pulled out the wallet I had lifted from the man's pocket during my hugging session with him. I thumbed through the notes. "WOW!" I exclaimed. "Looks like we hit a jackpot this time! Must be at least three hundred in here!" Bobby grinned back at me and we floated into KFC and feasted on a family sized bucket. We burped our way through it, causing several families on the tables close to us to look at us. We were in hysterics though. Just as we were finishing, Billy turned up, wincing slightly as he walked and sat down next to Bobby. "What's up bro?" Bobby said. "That man was huge!" Billy complained. "He must have been ten and four at least!" The twins had their own measuring system, the first number being length, the second being thickness. Both of us winced at the thought of having that sized pole shoved up you. "How much?" I asked. "I could tell he was desperate for a bit of boy action so I nailed him for sixty!" Billy replied. Bobby grinned. "We've had a good day then, we lifted two hundred." "Two? I said it was three hundred." I blurted out, to which Bobby followed with a slap to the back of my head. "When are you ever gonna learn to lie Ferret?" Bobby complained. "If Keith ever finds out you are holding out on him, he'll knife you Bobby," Billy said. "Look, we've gotta break from Keith soon," Bobby said. "He's fucking mental, and he's gonna end up knifing one of us anyway!" I couldn't help but agree with Bobby. Although I was grateful that Keith had allowed me to join his gang, he had been acting stranger and stranger recently. I had always been afraid of the 16 year old anyway, but now I hated being in his presence. Billy finished off the last couple of pieces of chicken and we left to head back to home. Home. A run down factory on the outskirts of an industrial estate. Billy opened the outer door and held it for us as we entered `Jameson Precision Tooling'. We role played being the SAS as we crept past the old machinery and headed to the office section of the factory. Finally, after I, alone, had made it past the Al-Queada forces, the three of us entered our family home. "Took your fuckin time pisswads!" a voice bellowed at us. I cringed away immediately as Keith threw a lump of metal at us. That was his favourite trick, seeing if we had our reactions intact. Bobby hadn't been so quick a few weeks ago and got a nasty gash on his cheek. You could still see a slight scar, which I thought added to his looks, rather than detracting from them. "We stopped for lunch," I said. I saw his face cloud immediately, so I pulled out the wallet I had stolen. "Look Keith," I said proudly, "two hundred notes AND two credit cards." Keith bounded over to me and swept me off my feet in a hug. "I knew you were a good little thief Fezza" Keith said, putting me down. "What about you two little whores?" "It was kinda slow today K!" Bobby said. "I got a couple of blow jobs in, and Billy only got one fuck." Keith's expression started to cloud, before Billy piped up, "I got sixty quid though for the fuck!" As we were handing over the money to Keith, the rest of our little family turned up from their daily jobs. Harry, a blonde, fourteen year old skinny lad, handed over two hundred pounds from his exploits at fencing gear that we had stolen the day before. Pete, who was fifteen, brown haired and like a big brother to us all, handed over fifty pounds from his thieving exploits, and hugged Karen, the only girl, as she handed over forty quid. "Not bad, not bad, my family," Keith said. "This will keep us going for a bit. Harry, Karen, there's needles ready for you on the side." The pair wandered over to the desk and picked up the needles and other equipment needed for shooting up. I hated that they did drugs, knowing that it had caused my Mother's death, but I couldn't do anything about it. We settled in to our own areas, ready for the night. I quickly shed my shirt and trousers, and pulled the sleeping bag over my slim, underwear clad body. I picked up a book, an encyclopaedia that I'd stolen from the library and started to try to read it. Pete could see me struggling with it so he came and laid beside me, helping me with the words I couldn't understand. Our concentration was soon interrupted by Keith and Karen disappearing into Keith's room, before the twins stripped themselves and lay on their home made bed naked. Despite trying to concentrate on the book, my gaze settled on their hot bodies. Both were slim, almost underweight due to the life we lead, but they both knew that they needed their body shape to attract customers. Both of the boys were hairless, apart from Billy who had a patch of blonde pubic hair above his nicely shaped five inch dick. Bobby would have had a patch, but he shaved it to attract those men, and women, who wanted the very young. Billy had taken Bobby's length into his mouth and was, if you pardon the pun, bobbing up and down on him. Bobby's hands found the back of his brother's head and helped him keep a rhythm going. Having had a few couple of years practice, Billy knew exactly how to pleasure his brother and alternated between sucking his cock, and licking at his balls and underneath, leading to his ass. Finally, Billy swallowed Bobby's cock completely and followed it up by shoving two fingers firmly into his ass. Bobby spasmed and cried out in ecstasy. I could see Billy gulping down his brother's cum. "God Bill that was good," Bobby gasped. "Fuck me now!" Bobby turned himself over, offering his butt to his horny brother. Billy wasted no time in entering his brother and finding a steady pounding rhythm. During this exchange, Pete had slipped a hand down my chest and into my boxers, grasping my firm three inches. I was so hard it hurt watching the gorgeous twins have sex with each other. Although the memory of Mickey still haunted me, I had found the pleasures of masturbation, and even though I couldn't cream, I could still have dry orgasms. Pete pumped away at my cock, causing me to pant in pleasure. While Billy was still ploughing Bobby's ass, Pete slipped another finger onto the surface of my hole, but not in. He knew my story, and didn't want to hurt me, but he teased my pucker and within moments I was shuddering and jerking in his embrace. Bobby giggled, between grunts, at my exclamation of release. This time, for the first time ever, Pete didn't release his hold on me. "Ferret, I know you had it rough and you have never wanted to, but I'd love it if you would do something back for me." I looked up at Pete, through glazed eyes, and felt a warm feeling towards the boy who had first rescued me under his wing when I ran away. He attacked a man who was trying to rape me and made it clear I was okay with him. I had decided there and then that if he ever wanted to do anything with me, I would. He had never asked me to do anything for him, although he had started in the last couple of months to feel me up and jerk me off whenever he spotted me getting horny from watching the twins. I fumbled at his jeans and popped the button and pulled down the fly. I fished his cock out from his pants. "Fez, what you doing?" I heard Pete ask. "I thought this is what you wanted?" I said, confused. "Uh-uh, I wanted to hold you while I went sleep, that's all." I didn't know what to do. I was holding his stiffening cock in my hands, inches away from my mouth, and all he wanted to do was hold me. I'd seen the pleasure that the twins and Harry got from blow jobs, and decided to go for it. I loved Pete like I would a big brother and wanted him to feel good, so I swallowed his cock. Of course, I immediately gagged after trying to take it all in one go. This caused Pete to gasp at the feeling of my lips around his cock, and the twins who had finally finished their sex to chuckle. Bobby was spent and was laid on his bed, fully exposed to the world if they wanted to see. Billy picked himself up and came over to where I was unsuccessfully trying to blow Pete. "Ferret, don't go all the way down, you can't take it yet," Billy said. For the next few minutes, Billy guided me through my first blow job. I finally got the hang of lapping and swirling my tongue as I bobbed up and down on Pete's shaft, and allowed my right hand to massage his balls throughout. I heard Pete start to moan after a few minutes and he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and forced me onto his cock. I felt his huge mushroom head popped past my tongue and into my throat. I tried to pull off but he held me there as I felt his cock pulse and I knew he was cumming down my throat. I tried to fight of the panic at not being able to breath, but started to struggle. Billy must have seen this as he managed to release Pete's grip and pulled my head up, allowing me to keep Pete's cock in my mouth, and I finally tasted his spunk. It had a sweet and sour taste to it, not unpleasant, but no sugar candy. "God Ferret, that was great!" Pete gushed. He hugged me to him and kissed me hard. His tongue forced its way past my lips and we lay there in the embrace, kissing for England. "Jeez guys, if you don't stop getting me hard, I'm gonna have to ride Bobby again!" Billy laughed. Pete chucked a pillow at him and unzipped my sleeping bag. He broke our kiss long enough to strip his top and got into my bag with me, before zipping it back up. We started the kiss again, and I felt his hands roam over my body as Billy hit the lights and plunged our home into darkness. We broke off the kiss and I snuggled down on Pete, my head resting on his chest, my arm draped and leg draped over him. "I love you Pete," I whispered. "Love you too Ferr" he said. I drifted off to sleep, happier than I had ever been. Coming soon Chapter two. Well, that has introduced us the gang that our Ferret has joined up with to survive. Hope you all enjoyed it. I'm gonna try to keep a regular posting with this story, but I got a bit caught up with writing Life, and Jack's Cool Family, along with the other more important things in my own life which is why this update took a while. The author of course in no way condones sending ten year old kids to steal people's wallets! If you haven't discovered them yet, please read, and let me know if you like or dislike my other stories. Life Just Isn't Fair in the adult youth section Jacks Cool Family in the Bisexual Incest section -- this is a collaboration with Jack, so please feel free to email him as well. His email addy is at the beginning of the chapter of that story.