Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2008 14:50:32 +0100 From: Gary Cutter Subject: THE GRASSCUTTER'S APPRENTICE NIFTY WARNING: The following story is homoerotic in content. That means it may or will contain sexual content between consenting males of assorted ages. The story, characters, places and situations depicted are FICTION. All the above means is that the stories I write exist purely in my mind and have absolutely no basis in reality. My characters do not use condoms, etc. and that is because imaginary people do not need them. REAL PEOPLE do. Finally: This story (or parts thereof) is/are intended for mature readers and that generally means people of over 18 years of age. It should not be read or passed onto persons under that age. NIFTY provides a mass of FREE stories, please support them if you are able. GCutter66@gmail.com THE GRASSCUTTER'S APPRENTICE by G. Cutter (Cutterman) I think I was in my third year as a self employed groundsman or gardener. In the summer I went around cutting grass, trimming hedges and generally tidying up wealthy patron's gardens. Not a bad living and as long as I got enough to do over the winter I was satisfied. I'd inherited my small house from a relative, so no rent to pay thre which certainly saved on running costs. Over the previous summer I'd spent time at Merris Wood which is an 'academy' as they called it for groundsworking skills, anything from grass mower maintenance to basic forestry. I'd got a licence to use a chainsaw which would help enormously over the winter season when I could link up with others and hire out to the various large estates in the area. Anyway, that was just a bit of scene setting and now for moi. I was twenty one at the time of this little yarn and just a tad short of six feet tall. Slim and trim would be how I would describe myself, pretty average in the looks department although I was happy and the few close and personal contacts I'd hade seemed equally happy. I'd had a few close encounters of the dirty kind with both young ladies and young men, nearly all one night stands but I was in the position of not really knowing if I was gay or straight... hell of a spot to be in. I think I was more inclined towards the male of the species, they were a damn less complicated and funnily enough a lot cheaper to run. At least you could give a young guy the eye in one of the seedier pubs around and maybe play kneesies under the table and Bob's your Uncle, with a girl you could do the same but any advancement towards a bed would be after many drinks and maybe even a meal. I was much more into the wham, bam, thank you maam or man, as you may gather, I've never really been into the love scene. The sex and lust scene many times but love... nah, not for me. Anyway, to summarise, there I was twenty one (just), my own little house, my bashed up van and a one man business that took care of me and I was even at the stage of shopping around for an assistant in the summer. In fact, I had a workload that was growing and growing. What upset the applecart and this was on a personal level were the new neighbours. The house next to mine which was detatched as mine was had been empty for a year to my knowledge but lo and behold one fine Saturday a removals van rolled up and all hell broke loose. A mum and dad very obviously, a girl in her late teens or early twenties at a guess, two dark haired boys maybe at the fifteen stage and two Rugrats also dark haired. There seemed to be hundreds of them. So much for my peace and quiet. The one consolation was that they looked 'blue collar', I know that sounds horrible and nearly as bad as 'working class' but from the way the boys were dressed and from the parents stance and attitude I guessed that they, like I, were at peon level. I thought about it a bit but in the end went down and introduced myself. All a bit American that, English neighbours don't normally talk to each other for a year at least but I was at a loose end and feeling adventurous and I must admit I wanted to see a bit more of the boys, OK, so they were a bit young but the bigger of the two intruiged me bearing in mind I was viewing from above and with the generic baseball cap I couldn't really see his face. He had shoulder length dark brown or black hair and I'm a sucker for long hair on boys (and short hair on girls I might add). I wanted to see his face. He also had what I'd call normal jeans on, washed out blue with the obligatory rip in the knee, the younger boy and the brats all wore those baggy things which are a disaster in any perv's language. I went down and introduced myself to the dad and mum and offered tea and sympathy. Tea's always a good ploy, no red blooded Englishman can resist a cuppa and the chance to peep into a new neighbour's. After introducing myself as: 'Gary Cutter, your new neighbour', I found out that it was Fred and Mary Rossi, with daughter Mary Junior (would you believe), Paul and Peter (sixteen and fourteen as I remember) and Mark and Luke (the Rugrats). They all sounded a bit biblical and I rather hoped that they weren't born again Christians but after Fred dropped a few 'bugger it's' and 'sod it's' I felt a bit better. They all seemed happy enough trooping into my place and perching in my scruffy lounge whilst I dished up tea. Daughter Mary by the way had given me the once over and promptly lost interest which was a relief and Mark, Luke and the little 'uns ran around my scruffy garden. We sat there just generally chatting, the family had come from Wandsworth which was around twenty miles up the road and had won a reasonable amount on the Lottery, not a fortune but they'd used their heads and instead of splashing out of a cruise, cars, etc. etc. had put their winnings into bricks and mortar. I don't think young Mary and Paul seemed too excited to be moved to 'Sticksville' as she called it but it made sense to me. If you have a young family to bring up, it helps to have a big garden and some fields and woods around you. Fred, the dad, in spite of his rough and ready looks had quite a good job, he ran a small business in fact and the mum was a bit of an artist in watercolours so they weren't as 'peon-ish' (is that a word?) as I'd imagined. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, Paul was sitting more or less opposite and he was a dish. Smooth for a sixteen year old dark haired boy, you expect them to start shaving around that age but not this kiddy. Amazing grey eyes which I love and flawless skin. He had a cute upturned nose as had his younger brother and they were very similar but Paul was thinner faced, Peter still had traces of puppy fat. I liked them both but if I ever improved or advanced on the 'liking' stage Paul would get my vote. Anyway, we sat there and drank our tea and I finished up getting an invitation to dinner the following day. They returned to their moving in and I had to go out and do some shopping down town. I thought about them as I drove into town. The parents seemed pleasant enough, the daughter looked like she was into the late teeny angst bit, perhaps she'd left a boyfiend behind. Peter was nice and the Rugrats were... just rugrats. Paul was the once who fascinated me, I've never been into younger boys although sixteen was legal as they say. I'd had a scattering of lads his age helping me out on a daily basis, some good, some complete wankers but I'd never been sexually attracted to any of them. Paul was different, the more I thought of him the more I lusted. Jeez, a sad old man at twenty one, life certainly sucks as Shakespeare said. Well, that's what he meant. I could imagine the boy or was he a youth? - Anyway, I could imagine him shirtless and out in that garden of theirs soaking up the sun with me peeping from my bedroom window. Clip two had him tugging off his jeans and laying there in tighty whities and clip three nearly had me off the road with my with my wild imaginings. As I've said my bedroom was at the back overlooking my own garden and most of theirs and the boys were out later kicking a ball around, it wasn't sunny enough for the shirts to come off but I still spied through the net curtains and thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the lithe Paul leaping around and his brother Peter having a good giggle. The four boys seemed to get on well together and the older brought the younger into things which in my experience of families is rare. Mind you, I'm a lone child so what do I know? The thing about Paul was that he was the one who DIDN'T wear baggies and from casual observation he had a nice youthful bottom and a nice package... long live your basic washed out jeans and burn the baggies I say. I did go to dinner the following evening which they had late, I think it was around eight and the boys were nice and tidy (freshly bathed by their looks), the Rugrats were in bed and Mary Jnr was actually smiling. The meal was reasonable and well done, nothing fantastic but they were as I was finding out more normal than posh, I don't want to drivel on about it but I imagine had I not been there they'd have all eaten spaced around the TV. One thing I did notice was that Paul kept giving me occasional glances in the confusing conversation. He seemed particularly interested in my work which gave me the chance I'd been waiting for. 'Have you left school then, Paul?' 'Just about to,' he replied. 'Gotta job lined up?' 'Nah, I need to look around the Job Centre or work for dad.' 'Take a month off,' Fred interjected. 'We've kept you for sixteen years another month or so won't hurt.' 'Gee, cheers, dad,' Paul laughed and rolled his eyes at me and grinned. Did I say he had a beautiful smile?. 'I could have a couple of days helping you out Gary, if you don't mind...' he tailed off. 'Don't be so rude, Paul,' his mother cut him off although my devious mind suspected that they'd probably asked him to chat me up. 'No probs,' I grinned. 'If I need a hand or get a lazy day I'll give you a shout.' 'Yeah, great,' he beamed. 'Aah, I'll be sitting in a classroom next week,' Peter moaned. 'If your mother ever finds the school,' his dad laughed. 'Which one is it?' I asked. 'Ramsden Central.' 'That's easy. Turn right from here and it's a mile in a perfectly straight line. Go over two crossroads and it's on your left..' 'Oh, you know it?' Fred looked surprised. 'It's one of my grasscutting contracts. They have their own groundsman for the playing fields but I do the school surrounds once a week and sometimes help their own guy out.' 'Have you got a lot of odd jobs like that?' 'A full book,' I grinned and flashed a glance at Paul. I was sticking my neck out a bit or rather I was dangling a carrot on a stick or is it a bit of string. I was playing silly buggers and talking myself into a hole, my mouth was running away with me. I couldn't pay the kid a decent wage but maybe a couple of days a week... who knows. Shortly after that the boys did the clearup and the parents and myself sat around just having a chat and having a few drinks. It turned put that Paul had to attend one day at school to finalise as they called it. He had to meet a Careers Officer which was a bit of a laugh as he had no intentions of getting a full time job, his father's money more or less guaranteed him an easy ride for the reminder of the summer and probably the winter as well. I offered to take him under my wing purely to get him out of the house you understand. Nothing too onerous but just to get a feel for my sort of job. If he didn't like the scene he could opt out without any bad feelings on either side. I thought it was a fair offer and I made it quite clear that the wages for an unskilled assistant were next to nothing. He seemed keen enough, we had a month of summer left and at least he'd find his way around the place. I left them around ten thirty with a promise to take Paul for a day out on the Wednesday when he should be officially finished with the education system. Wednesday was the day I could get to know him a bit better. Wednesday would also be the day that I would see if he was serious about working or just pulling my chain. Business before pleasure and that was assuming there was any pleasure to be had in that particular area. I saw Paul on the Monday evening and arranged to meet him in my garden Tuesday morning for stage one of his instruction. This was to introduce him to the major tool of his trade... the lowly lawn mower, the hover mower and the garden butcher - the strimmer. All machines that used by amateurs can do a job, used by a professional can do a much better job and in my case can earn you a fair living. I'd say being a gardening and grounds contractor comprises sixty percent labour and the willingness to work hard at the job in hand, maybe twenty percent common sense but a further twenty percent knowing what equipment to use and when. OK, some of my fellow contractors will disagree on the percentages but so what? It's a free country, unless you collect kiddy porn LOL. Anyway, he rolled up around nine and I set to work demonstrating the kit and more importantly how to handle it in and out of the pickup, how to oil and how to grease - all important basics and he did well. He showed an interest and he appeared pretty bright. He spent the afternoon cutting and tidying his own garden, on his own and I checked him out when he reckoned he'd finished. Not bad for a kid, he had prospects and I was falling in love. He got a bit hot and bothered half way through and dumped his shirt leaving himself barechested and I drooled. I had to hide, I was dribbling like a village idiot (sorry villagers everywhere). Smoothly sallow with dark bown nipples and aureoles, he was a vison to my sex starved eyes. I abandoned the nasty work skinny and substituted slender, lithe, the nicer words. I could have crushed him in my arms and sucked him to death, I really had to fight to keep my eyes off him, I was scared of becoming too obvious. He still had those tightish blue jeans on and his pert little bottom was just as much a turn on as before. I'd selected two of my bigger jobs for the following day confident of an early finish with his assistance and looking forward to what might follow. I could no more ignore this sixteen year old than turn down a decently overpriced contract. I had to have him or get rebuffed, one or the other, my course was set as the sailor types would say. Full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes* as the famous American Admiral said. I saw his dad in the evening and told him that Paul had shaped up well hoping that it got back to the boy. I even invited him in for a drink later in the evening and he brought Paul with him leaving the wife at home. I felt as if I was making progress in a pervy sort of way and Paul was quite sweet after a couple of drinks. I was also sure he was 'aware'. You know, that feeling you get when you look or talk to a boy and they look at you like they can read your mind. I wondered and I dreamt of him but that was my mind working overtime, probably wishful thinking. Eight o'clock was the time I intended to get going and he was prompt and on my door step before I'd even got the pickup from the shed. Raring to go it seemed and as a bonus it looked to be a fne day, a bit of a delayed summer and good for business, grass was still growing and I had enough work to keep myself and an assistant in work. We worked through with just a small break and finished both jobs by one in the afternoon and I took him for a pub lunch. I know he was a bit young but they served youngsters food and soft drinks at the place I used. 'That's it?' He looked disappointed. 'Yeah, I just need to wash the gear off and have a damn good shower.' 'I'll give you hand,' he grinned. 'Washing the gear off,' he blushed sweetly. 'You can have a shower as well,' I suggested rather shocked at my own audacity. Too far, too fast, Gary my boy, I thought to myself but he just grinned and looked at me with those beautiful knowing grey eyes. 'Whatever.' Which is the stock teeny answer. I drove back and parked by the side of my house which is convenient as both my van and myself remain hidden from his house not that it mattered. Dad was at work and the others at their various schools or businesses. The Rugrats went to a primary school which was part of the main Ramsden Central. Just as an aside I'd found out that they were eight and nine just to keep you in the picture and no! I might have had some slight interest in young Peter but certainly not the anklebiters. I had a large garage and had knocked down the back wall so that I could push machinery through from the truck into my garden for cleaning and that's what we did. We got the hose running and I provided cokes whilst he did the donkey work. I was still wondering what to pay him but I would, I had completed a days work in half the time to be honest so he'd well and truly paid his way. Washing the machinery was a good ploy as well, he'd been grubby to start with but he was filthy at the end of it... you try hosing a cycinder mower up on it's stand with the blades spinning. 'All done,' he fell into a chair and grabbed his coke. 'That was fun.' Ah, poor baby. He had lumps of grass and mud all over his beautiful chest, at least he'd been smart enough to take his shirt off and I was drifting again. My mind was I mean. It was so nice to just sit int he sun and admire his boyish and slightly tanned torso beaded with sweat and speckled with grass cutting and specks of mud. OK, not everyones cuppa meat but I was a groundsman after all. 'You're a right mess,' I grinned at him. 'The shower offer's still there, it'll save you making a mess in your own place.' 'True,' he laughed. He looked at me rather slyly I thought. 'No rush either,' he stretched his legs out and naturally enough my eyes zeroes in on his groin, I was bloody sure he was bulkier. Could be that imagination thing again, there was only one way to find out and I was going for it. 'Drop your boots outside,' I jumped up and led off for the kitchen at the rush, this was a sort of 'call my bluff time' or a dare, would he follow or wouldn't he? That was easy, he did. He trailed me into my small kitchen and stood there as I dumped my shirt and took him through to the lounge, I was ogling his bare upper body so he may as well have a look at mine.'I'll show you where it is,' I offered. 'The same place as ours I imagine,' he smiled. 'Three bedrooms in the front, bedroom, bathroom and a smaller room to the rear.' 'That's it,' I admitted. It was bloody obvious, the two houses were identical. 'I'll show you anyway, sort you out a towel and whatnot.' 'Lead on,' he spoke although his voice sounded a bit nervous. 'You showering,' he spoke quietly as we climbed the stairs. 'After you.' 'Excellent,' he chuckled still behind me. 'I wouldn't mind a lie down after, just relax a bit.' 'Fine.' I didn't know if this kid was playing into my hands, was exceptionally stupid or maybe just playing me like a bloody fish. I wasn't quite sure who was seducing who but something was going on. 'You can use my bedroom,' I risked. 'Figures,' he laughed and brushed by me into the bathroom, I flinched as I felt his sweaty chest brush against my shoulder. Without any modesty at all he unclipped his jeans and dropped them onto the floor stepping out and standing there in his floral boxers. The first thing I noticed and it was hard not to that he was semi erect and it made a definite pointy bit in his underwear. 'Gonna watch?' He gave me the challenge and a sexy look with those grey eyes of his. He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew exactly what I wanted. 'You sure about this?' A pretty stupid question but I didn't want any misunderstandings. 'Yeah,' he grinned and shucked off his boxers giving me a flash of his fully extended but not quite fully erect penis with it's tight cluster of black pubics before stepping into the shower cubicle. 'Bigger than ours,' he giggled and turned on the water. 'You're very bold for a sixteen year old schooly, very sure of yourself.' I remarked watching his naked body through the frosted glass. 'Not really.' I watched his blurred figure as he began to soap up. 'I knew yesterday that you fancied me, all the sideways looks, the occasional body contact... Jeez, Gary... you were broadcasting it, even Peter noticed. 'What about your parents?' 'Don't worry about them, they're not worried about Peter or myself. They're too tied up with the brats, Mark and Luke.' 'Good,' I let go a small sigh of relief. He laughed and opened the door slightly. 'Stacks of room in here.' That was all I needed, I promptly peeled off my briefs and joined him. I couldn't believe it was happening but it was and no way was I backing down now. I squeezed in with him although he was right, it was a large shower and accomodated us both easily and we were at it straight away. I took the soap and ran it down his chest, belly and pubics and then it was all over. He sighed and gasped as I soaped his rapidly hardening boy cock and went under his balls and between his legs. His hands held my hips and our faced neared each other our lips meeting in the first tentaive kiss. 'I fancied you the moment you took us in for tea so it wasn't all one sided,' he smiled and repeated the kiss more forcefully this time. I felt his hands clasp my bottom and pull us together tightly, I guided his soapy cock between my legs clamping on him and then grasping his tight little buttocks. We swayed together under the warm flow both getting harder and harder. His soapy erection glided between my wet thighs and I fed my fingers into his crack squeezing us together even tighter. 'This is soooo nice,' he whispered. 'True,' I put the soap in the tray and just let the warm and relaxing water flood over us rinsing and cleansing us of the soapy foam. This is where it got exciting. I turned the water off and we got out of the shower and towelled each other off, nothing other than groping with a kiss here and there but we were both topline. He was well developed for a kid and circumcised which made a change for me, my previous contacts or 'friends' had all been the same as I and that is uncut. He must have measured around six which was pretty much the same as mine, if anything mine was a bit fatter but I didn't care, I just wanted it and him. I'm versatile and the thought of making love to that sweet boyish bottom of his was as much a turn on as him slipping me his meaty boy cock, I swung both ways just to make it perfectly clear. 'Let's try the bed out,' I muttered as we patted each other down. 'Let's,' he grinned and walked in front of me and unerringly headed for my room. 'This is the window you spy from,' he explained as we went into the room and he turned and melted into my arms as I bore him down onto the bedding. I couldn't believe this was happening. OK, so I always live in hope but this had happened so suddenly but I hadn't got time to think, he was on me,' his arms went around me and we kissed again. He was a great kisser by the way and his tongue met mine and did a slippery dance in our mouths. More importantly we dry humped or damp humped against each other and I could feel the first smears and easing of movement as we both began to ooze just that little that shows you're ready to go. I made the first move, I had a plan as Baldrick** would say, none of the routine sixty niner crap, I was going to give him the best blow of his young life and hopefully he'd return the compliment. I dropped my head onto his nips and sucked them to stiffness, nibbling at the tasty nubs and then slipped down onto his chest and flat belly taking him in hand on the way. I grinned up at him as he looked at me pleading to keep going and I did. I slipped my tongue across his pee slit tasting his tart boy juice, as he moaned and spasmed I licked up and down his thick shaft nuzzling into his pubics and then kissed his belly again and back to his knob which was now steadily leaking his delicious essence. Finally I took him in my mouth making a big deal of sucking his knob and swiping my tongue around the flared rim. He had no foreskin to play around with but that didn't slow me down I took half his mass into my mouth and began to suck as my head bobbed up and down. As he began to thrust upwards I dropped my head even further feeling his hot cock slip right into my choke point but I relaxed and I could swear his angry dark red glans got into my gullet but then I just lay still and let him do the work, He held my head firmly and made little stabs up into my suction and as soon as he began to moan and groan I settled for backing off a little and just held his knob and a couple of inches of his warm flesh in my mouth. 'Gareee...' He wailed and thust hard and deep into me nearly choking me and he spunked. One shuddering blast which filled my mouth and slipped straight down my throat and then another and another. This was one seriously needy boy, he seemed to cum forever but in the end I managed to drain him even squeezing the last slippery white dribbles from his beautiful chunk of boy meat. He was done and I crawled up the bed and sealed my lips onto his letting him taste his own cum on my lips. 'I taste yeuchy,' he giggled and grabbed my bottom hard. 'That was incredible. I've had a pal kiss it but he never actually... you know.' 'Drunk it?' 'Yeah,' he giggled again. 'I've never sucked anyone.' 'No probs,' I tried not to let the disappointment show on my face. 'Didn't say I wasn't going to try it, Boss,' he gently nuzzled at my ear. 'I've never done the other either.' 'What other?' I asked probably a bit stupidly. 'Fucked,' his voice dropped. 'But you want to?' I spoke just as quietly and lapped at his ear. 'You wanna make love.' 'To you,' he hugged me and squeezed me hard. 'I wanna go all the way but no one's got to know, especially Peter. The prat's got the hots for me, bloody sure he has.' 'Don't worry about Peter, we'd do what you want to do and no more in private. Peter'll never know unless you decide to tell him.' 'Good,' he smiled and ducked his head onto my nipples. I lay back and ruffled his thick and overlong hair. Would he? Wouldn't he? He followed my route and finished up at the same destination, after lapping and licking and generally driving me mad with his wet lips, warm breath and slippery tongue he took me in slowly and nervously at first. After some experimenting he got down to it and did what I'd consider an excellent blow job. OK, he caught me with his teeth a couple of times but he learnt quickly and in the end I think he liked it, he was going slow and sensual and giving odd glances up my belly flashing a grin around my slippery cock. Yeah, he'd crossed that invisible line from doing it as a duty to doing it as a pleasure. He'd also managed to snake a hand under my bottom and had his fingers between my cheeks prodding for my pucker. He never made it as I squeezed too hard on him but it showed that he was up for an adventure when we got the time. 'I'm cuming...' I gasped expecting him to spit me out but he didn't, he kept on it to the end and spluttered and gagged as I filled his mouth with my slippery spunk. He swallowed the first lot in surpise but munched the second and grinning up at me all the whilst he drained me swallowing every last drop even smacking his lips at the end of it. 'Nice one,' I sighed and cuddled his still damp body as he crawled up alongside me and mouthed at my neck. 'Alright was I?' He grinned reading my mind and knowing full well my answer. 'Brilliant, Baby.' 'Don't call me that in front of mum and dad,' he chuckled and still alongside me rolled onto his belly turning his head to look at me. The opportunity was too good to miss, I leant over and kissed his cute little boy's bottom and he wiggled his sweet assets. 'You like that?' He purred. 'Very much,' I muttered and lightly ran a finger up and down his crack. 'You'll be the first one,' he reddened just a little. 'You can deflower me or whatever they say.' 'Why me?' 'Because I've got a crush on you, Numb Nuts,' he grinned. 'Well,' I grinned and rolled over and lay on top of him with my still soft penis nestling in his crack. 'I've got a crush on you and I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, nice and gently and give you babies.' I ground into his soft bottom. 'After that, you can do me and after that...' 'Alright, alright,' he laughed and pushed up into my gentle thrusts. 'I get the message... I love it when you talk dirty.' 'What about taking your little virgin bottom and flooding your sweet, tight schoolboy bum with my creamy cum...' 'Shurrup, shurrup,' he squealed and rolled over tipping me off and lay there with a big grin on his face. 'Perv and I ain't a schoolboy any more.' 'You've got a tight schooly bum,' I observed. 'That's got to be good,' he laughed again and sat up on the bed looking at the clock. 'Gotta go,' he reached for his clothing. 'You busy tonight, got visitors or anything?' 'No.' I lay back and watched him getting dressed. I wanted more of the same but so far he was leading the chase and I was folowing. 'OK if I pop around after our dinner, maybe talk about mowing lawns.' 'Sounds good.' I agreed and that was it. Our very first 'play around' although the next one would be the real thing I was sure of that. He wanted me and I wanted him, no problems whatsoever. I had a light supper and did my paperwork for the day, a necessary evil but I did like my bills to be paid on time. Cashflow is always a problem when you do jobs for companies, they seem to actually enjoy trying to bankrupt the smaller concerns. I had a windowcleaner pal who gave it up in the end owing to having so much money owed him but here's me rambling on and I was listening out for the bell. Would Paul come around aftyer his supper or wouldn't he. He'd seemed keen enough but you never knew with kids that age. Would his mother and father approve of him swanning around my place, I was five years older than he was after all. I was getting frustrated and paranoid at the same time when I heard a clatter around the rear of the house and then a familiar voice cursing. I ran out into the kitchen and sure enough Paul came in out of the darkness and grinned at me. 'You should have a light in the garage.' 'You should have tried the front door,' I countered. 'Grab a drink of something from the fridge, I'll close the garage down.' Stupid me, in the excitement of the afternoon I'd forgotten I'd left the damn garage open this leaving all my gear unprotected and worse still a walway through to the rear of the house. I went out the front and pulled the door down and locked it returning to find Paul comfortably seated in the lounge with a can of lager in his hand. 'Nice to be free,' he grinned up at me. 'No fuckin' homework at long last.' 'You can help young Pete with his.' 'Only if he plays my bitch,' he giggled and and I didn't dare ask if he was joking or not. We sat there and chilled as the kids say, we just relaxed and sipped our beers giving each other sly glances. I thought and I hoped that we both wanted the same thing. 'No chance of Peter following you around here is there?' 'No, why should he?' He smiled. 'I told him I was hoping to score tonight so he knows better than to poke his nose in.' 'You told him?' I think my voice broke into a squeak. 'We are very close,' he murmured. 'You must be,' I croaked. 'Wanna play?' Fuck it someone had to say it. 'Nah,' he looked at me with those amazing grey eyes of his and smiled when my face must have dropped. 'I wanna get serious.' 'How long you got?' 'About five and a half inches.' he grinned.. 'Time I mean, you dummy.' 'No probs,' he looked at me. 'I've got keys you know and it's not as if I have a curfew...' 'OK, OK,' I held my hand up to cut off his flow. 'Come...' I switched the television off, it was barely nine o'clock but then again I didn't want his mum and dad to come banging on my door about midnight looking for their long lost son. There would be other times but this was the first time especially for him if what he'd said was true. 'Ready?' I locked the back door wirth him on my tail, he bumped against me in the dark and I felt his hardness against my back, a good sign if I ever felt one. 'I was born ready,' he pinched some actor or actress' line and wrapped his arms around me kissing me on the back of the beck and grinding his groin into the seat of my trousers. 'Come on, Randy Paul,' I chuckled and broke free towing him by his hand up the darkened staircase. We made it to the bedroom and without even switching the lighs on stripped and fell together onto the bed. He was randy indeed, he moved against me and I revelled in the touch of his warm smoothness against me and even more at the feel of his steel hard cock as he humped against my leg. 'Do you use lubrication or just spit?' He asked quite innocently. 'KY, the real stuff,' I smiled in the dark and reached over to turn on the bedside light. I know it's nice and romantic in the dark but I had a low wattage bulb which just about shed enough light to see what you were doing. Anyway, I wanted to see his beautiful body in the shadowed half light. His lips came onto mine and we were off again. He was already oozing just a little so he'd built up a head of steam in a manner of speaking. 'You'd better go first, Paul, before you pop.' 'I don't want to sound stupid but you'll have to guide me a bit,' his voice broke and I could swear he was blushing. 'Just take your time and don't go mad until I'm ready.' 'OK,' he croaked. I lay on my back in the centre of the bed and spread my legs telling him to kneel between them. As he did so I massaged his erection with KY making him groan and wince at the coldness but he was on the verge of exploding in my hand, I had to be quick. Telling him to crouch over me I raised my knees to my chest and with one hand grabbed his neck bringing him down for a kiss and with the other guided him down to my hole. He kissed me furiously and his cock seemed to get harder and harder. I wasn't worried about him doing me as I'd done it all before but what concerned me was taking him. I didn't want to fuck up and spoil it forever more. These things happen but he seemed willing enough, we'd get by. 'Slowly, Paul.' I rubbed his slippery glans coated with KY ans stiil oozing precum at my hole and he gave a nervous prod. 'Be bold,' I whispered into his mouth now holding his hips in case he got carried away. Another push and that was it. 'Jeez... Paul,' I sighed as I felt him broach me and his hot cock lodged in my body, he froze and then remained motionless. 'Alright?' His voice shook but he pushed a little more in me. 'Fine,' I could feel my arse clamping around his thick shaft now the main bit was in. 'Slowly... all the way,' I whispered and he started. OK, so he was a bit rough but he'd learn. He slowly fucked his way in and when his crisp pubics mashed against me he clung to me like a baby but a baby with a big and very solid penis. I could feel it's warmth and girth inside me stretching and now rubbing against my prostate. 'I can't make it last,' he cried out in frustration. 'You will next time,' I grinned in the gloom and pressed my calves on his smooth and now sweaty bottom as he pumped away and it felt better every second. 'Harder, Paul. Harder.' That was all it took, he sharted to shunt into me like he was trying to split me and I clamped on his boyish virility as he made my day. At last he started to moan and gasp and then I felt the swelling and then the hot splashes as he cum, I counted four distinct spurts and maybe even more at the end but I lay there with my legs on his back as he fell onto me squashing my own hardon and resting his cheek against mine. 'Gawd, that was something else,' he croaked and made lazy pumping moves into my squishy and well fucked bottom. It had been a quicky but pretty good for a virgin boy, his next would be better and if I could sort my work out the next would be tomorrow afternoon when we had a bit more time to ourselves. 'You did well, Spunky Boi,' I complimented him a little later as we lay side by side. I know kids like compliments especially on the sex front, I did. 'Great,' he grinned at me in the poor light. 'That's awfully big,' he stroked my stiffness as it lay up on my belly. 'You gotta stop if I tell you.' 'I'm going to make love to you not rape you,' I whispered and turned towards him. 'I'm going to relax your back door first and make it easier. A bit like you'll have to do with Peter.' 'One of these days,' he laughed albeit nervously. 'But you first.' 'Lay on your belly, Paul and part your legs.' 'Good job I know you,' he giggled as if it was a big joke but perhaps he was trying to hide his misgivings. The first time I got topped I was semi drunk so I don't remember much about it, Paul was different, this wasn't casual sex, this was the real thing... I had the hots for this boy/youth, this boy on the verge of manhood like I'd never experienced before. I'd had experiences mainly of the 'one night stand' types in the past but never anything like this. I might have been in love but at that stage I wasn't quite sure, I was certainly in lust and that was set in stone. The othert thing was that things weren't quite right, I'd never had a virgin before and this night was shaping up to be more of a tutorial than a sexual encounter, it just felt awkward but I pressed on hoping it would work out right. I started off by kissing his bottom which is always a good start, I stroked his smooth flanks and then kissed up the lumps of his spine and back down again, I even managed to get the KY without him noticing it and when I ran my oiled fingers between his tight cheeks he almost hit the roof but I soothed him and after a while he relaxed and I think he began to enjoy being played with. I got to his pucker at long last and smeared KY on it, he flinched and tensed up but a few more kisses and he relaxed. The first finger brought another tensing up but once I was in him he gave a little murmur and spread his legs wider and clutched the pillow. A little more of the finger and I located his prostate and that did it. He gave a quavering moan and clamped on me very hard trapping my finger in him but now I was on a roll. I gently finger fucked him and felt his sphincter relax and gently slid my finger free. 'Aaaw, I was beginning to like that,' he giggled into the pillow. 'Good,' I gave him a swift kiss on his ultra smooth cheek and slipped two fingers against his oiled sphincter and pushed in slowly but firmly. This time he gave a louder groan and really crushed his comfort pillow as I delved deep and started to finger fuck him with a circular motion and made sure I rubbed up against his prostate until he finally gave another long moan but this time one of satisfaction. 'You alrigh?' 'Yeah, fine,' he muttered and pushed his little bottom up onto me. 'Roll on your side,' I kept my fingers in him but guided him over with the other hand on his hip. I slid my fingers free and he whined in frustartion and muttered something about me being a teaser. Cheeky sod. I scooted up behind him and slid my achingly hard erection between his slippery buttocks. He tensed up again and when he relaxed I pushed up against his warm flesh and felt his pucker sink and then open up admitting me into his raging heat. 'Gareee...' he wailed and I froze. I reached around with my hand still lubed up and grasped his boy cock and he was as hard as a pipe again. I smiled as I pushed in a little more seating myself well and truly into his exquisite boy's fanny. Another push and I slowly worked his hardeness to and fro for the endgame... He gave an experimental push back onto me and then another just as I pushed in. 'Yeah.... feels huge,' he muttered and reached back to stroke then hold my thigh. I started to slowly work my way into his delicious warmth and once my pubics mashed against his soft bottom I got both arms around him in a hug and seated myself firmly in his body. 'Nice,' I whispered and licked his ear and moved on to kissing the crook of his neck blowing his long hair out of the way. 'It feels so bloody big,' he groaned but clamped on me and then pushed back into my belly. 'I'n can't hold this,' I admitted and started to slowly fuck holding him tightly, I could feel the sweat between our bodies on my belly and on his spine but we were joined and it was just great. It was what I call a lazy fuck, I didn't even have to do the frantic rabbit bit, I was so on heat I just cum so quickly it caught me by surprise. I was moving in and out savouring his boyish tightness and his willing movements and I just came in two foreceful blasts and then another couple of lesser ones. Probably not the best cum of my life but a cum all the same and honour was satisfied. 'That feels so wet inside me,' he pushed back sealing us together. 'Sorry, I cum too quick.' I whispered and held him tightly. 'No matter,' he craned around me to kiss. 'You'll last longer next time.' 'So will you,' I grinned as I slowly and carefully slipped free. He did as well. We had our shower and he did me again in the bathroom with me kneeling with my forearms on the toilet seat. I did him again on the bed and this time in a full frontal. They both took longer and they were indeed better. From what he said the following day he managed to sneak back into his house and upto his bedroom without anyone noticing. His brother, Peter was still awake and cross examined him on the night's happenings and he said that he told Peter that we just 'played around'. If Peter swallowed that he'd swallow anything and he did - much later - but that's another story THE END GCutter66@gmail.com * David Glasgow Farragut (1801-1870) ** Blackadder reference there. Incidently: Can you say actress now or have you got to say lady actor... sod it, who cares?