Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2008 15:29:17 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: GRASSCUTTER'S APPRENTICE - 2

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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This one really is by request, half a dozen if not six asked for more of
Gary and Paul with a passing interest in young Peter. So here goes. This
one is the end, other projects beckon.





THE GRASSCUTTER'S APPRENTICE



Part 2



by



G. Cutter



Well, here I was feeling very pleased with myself although with some
reservations and I'd better explain that.

After my initial session with Paul things seemed to settle down, I hadn't
really got the work to justify him although I was hovering. I had enough
work to keep me busy but not enough to justify a second hand (and the
accompanying wages), I tried to explain this to young Paul and all he said
was the wages didn't concern him. They concerned me, the fact was I didn't
want his dad who was no dummy thinking I was taking advantage of his boy on
the free labour front, I also didn't want him to think there was anything
else going on. I checked my bank account and pored over my cashflow
details. I was living comfortably if not extravagantly but if I started
paying a wage I'd be dipping down to where I was a year previously and that
was borderline poverty.

Miracles rarely happen or so us atheists believe, maybe in Nifty stories
and sometimes even in real life but in the middle of the week I had one of
those 'rarely happen' moments. I was buggering around with my pickup just
generally tidying the thing up and half heartedly washing it when Fred
Rossi appeared, this was Paul's day you'll recall if you read the original
story.

''How goes it, Gary?'

'Not too bad, Fred,' I dropped the hose. 'Fancy a cuppa or a can?'

'Can of something other than pop,' he grinned.

'I can do that,' I laughed and led him around the back to my kitchen and
then into my scruffy lounge, he was well aware of the layout, his house
although slightly larger had a similar setup.

'Paul's a bit miffed,' he started the ball rolling.

'In what way?'

'He was expecting to be helping you today basically and he's sitting
indoors acting like a wet weekend.'

'That bad?' I grinned. 'I did explain I had a blank day, I'm upto schedule
and I've got work for him tomorrow.'

'You're working today,' he pointed out.

'Look, Fred,' I took a sip of my lager. I may as well try and sort this out
here and now.  I'd tried to explain the situation to Paul but it clearly
hadn't sunk in. I had been praying for a decent sized job to roll up out of
the blue but that hadn't happened. 'I can give Paul work and from what I've
seen he has the interest and the aptitude, groundswork isn't that hard
after all. The point is, I can pay him when I have jobs that pay me, I
can't give him regular work as I haven't got it myself.'

'Mmmm... I can see that. The problem I have is that he's left school, he's
lurking around the house with a face like a bassett hound and he does like
working with you. He could have helped you tioday for example, at least it
would get him out of the house... and out of my hair,' he laughed.

'Yeah,' I looked at him and tried again. 'I don't feel right about having
someone working for me and not paying them... in my day they called it piss
taking.'

'The government do it all the time,' he laughed shortly. 'They send kids
his age on this so called 'work experience' and employers teach them bugger
all, work them to death and pay them next to nothing.'

'Yeah, well I'm not the government.'

'I know that,' he waggled his empty can and I shot out into the kitchen for
a replacement. He'd called for a reason and that reason was Paul so I
wanted to hear more. The bonus was that he wasn't throwing punches so it
wasn't the other matter which I was understandably nervous about.

I sat down again and he snapped the can and took a long swallow but
remained silent.

'I'd like to take him on full time but my revenue doesn't justify a second
hand.'

'It would if a gave you a monthly cheque for reguar grasscutting around my
works.'

'You're offering me a contract?'

'As long as you pay Paul a weekly wage. He doesn't have to know about this
by the way.'

'Sounds good,' I laughed.

'My works site is about five miles away but if you take on the tiny amount
of grasscutting and maybe spread your wings with a bit of painting now and
then I could cook up a 'hidden' contract with my accountant, enough to pay
Paul and make you a return on your work and time.'

'Sounds good,' I repeated.

'The point is, if your own work increases as you obviously expect it to I
would expect you to see Paul gets reasonable bonuses... I want you to look
after him, he is my eldest boy after all. Peter's also a bit interested in
helping out over his holidays but we can make a seperate deal on that
later.'

'Right.' I was at a loss for words to be honest. Here's dad more or less
offering me the dishiest boy on the street and on top of that offering to
pay his way. You see, miracles can happen after all.

'Come around to dinner tonight. I'll send Paul around shortly and you can
offer him a job,' he winked and stood up. We shook hands on our secret
little deal and that was it. I liked Fred Rossi, if I ever got an office
with a big desk I'd have his portrait on the wall. In fact, with a
permanent second hand on the books I could go after some of the bigger jobs
I'd given the elbow in the past and of course there was the sex. I know the
old saying about not mixing business and pleasure but my business was very
much busy days and quiet days and I knew perfectly well how I was going to
pass some of those quieter days in future.

Paul arrived ten minutes later and today was one of his dishy days or maybe
dishier. He was wearing sports shorts and was barechested giving me a
quiver, he was straightfaced so something wasn't quite right. He was
normally a pretty happy kid and I was worried.

'Whassup,Paul,' I admired his smooth, sallow skinned chest and his
beautiful dark brown nipples. God, instant stirring in the nether regions.

'Nothing,' he mustered a faint grin. 'Dad said you had an offer I couldn't
refuse.'

'He sounds like a mafia Don.'

'He thinks he is,' Paul's grin widened. 'I thought you'd gone off me, I was
just going to kick a ball around... I'm bored out of my bloody skull.'

'I've got a job offer, a full time job with me,' I moved around to he back
of the van with him following. We were out of sight of his house and anyone
passing down the street.

'Really?' He squealed and this time I got the grin full blast. 'When can I
start?'

'Now,' I reached out and hooked my hand into the front of his baggy shorts
pulling him in closer. I could feel his smooth belly on the back of my hand
and his grin faded.

'You haven't gone off me, have you?'

'No way,' I pulled him in closer and put my arms around his slender
body. 'We did have a kiss and a cuddle yesterday,' I reminded him.

'We didn't do anything,' he whispered and ground his crotch into mine. I
let my hands drift into the back of his shorts and then inside his
briefs. He sighed and squirmed against me as I fondled his firm flesh.

'Gawd,' I moaned and moaned as his hands slipped inside my shirt and ran up
and down my bare back. 'Wanna come indoors for a while?'

'I thought you'd never ask.'

We went inside and he led the way straight upto the bedroom with me mauling
his bottom as he preceded me. Once in my room he threw himself on the bed
looking at me daring me to make a move and I did. I lay on him kissing his
smooth throat and finally crushed my lips to his but this time he was
running things. He wriggled under me removing his shorts and his briefs,
once naked he allowed me munching rights for a little while and then
statred to rip my clothes of. He was truly hot and horny and I was as
bad. I was as hard as he was and his dark skinned penis was fully stretched
and twitching up and down on his flat belly as we stroked and toyed with
each other until he guided my hardness between his legs and clamped his
thighs. 'Now this is nice,' he purred and stroked my flanks. 'Boootiful,'
his eyes sparkled as I slowly pumped between his legs and our bellies
massaged his own hardness. 'You remember that first afternoon we did
things?' He looked at me with his beautiful grey eyes. 'Dirty things,' he
grinned.

'How could I forget,' I smiled back and kissed his nose.

'We haven't actually done much since then.'

'Stacks of time now,' I lifted myself slightly and crouched dropping my
head kissing his taut belly, He moaned and pushed my head down but it
didn't matter, I was going down anyway. I held his hardness upright and
without any preamble sank my mouth over his juicy joint and began to suck
and lap at his stiff flesh.

'Suck me and fuck me,' he whispered. I grinned up at him and parted his
legs nearly creamin myself at the feel of his warmth and smoothness as I
stroked inside his flawless thighs, he lifted his legs slightly making life
easier. I took him right into my gullet deep throating and lifting his legs
even further fingering his perinieum and reaching for his little hole. 'Use
the stuff,' he moaned and stretched out to reach under my pillow. He knew
where the lube was kept and lay the tube on his belly. As I sucked he
started to fuck into my mouth raising his bottom every thrust until I
grabbed the KY and managed to uncap the tube. A moment later I had his
knees back to his chest with his darker brown pucker fully exposed and I
was still on his jerking prick flying blind I suppose you could say. I
couldn't see his ring but I could feel it and it yielded to my probing and
slippery finger. 'Not too much,' he whispered and clamped on my careful
movements. 'Oooooooh...' he wailed as I hit his prostate and began to
massage the gland feeling it's shape through the thin walls of his Tunnel
of Love (I love that one but it is a bit cringey).

I lost control in the end and grasped my hardness with my oiled hand and
aimed and then located it at his tautly stretched pucker. One slow push and
I sank into his incredible heat and tightness feeling his anal muscled slip
over my glans and then grip my shaft as I began to move in and out. It was
as smooth as sliding a sword into it's scabbard. I sighed with satisfaction
as he clamped on me and I pushed in hard making him wimper as my pubics
crushed up under his tight balls and then I began. Nice and slow letting
him feel every inch of movement as I slowly and tenderly took him all the
way.

His legs pressed onto my back and his arms encircled my neck as I crushed
my lips to his savouring his smooth mouth and his slippery tongue against
mine. As everyone knows this is breathtaking stuff and I just almost lazily
moved in his slick tightness stroking his smooth skin and hugging him just
as much as he crushed me with his strong legs.

'Faster, faster...'  he grunted trying to pull himself onto my thrusts and
then I gave it to him. Faster and faster and harder, I smacked into his
lithe body until I felt my heat rising.

'I'm cum... Aaaah...' I nearly screeched as I felt my hot sperm boil up and
then shoot in long juddering blasts into his sweet fanny. God, it was
wonderful and I kept cuming or I seemed to. I slowly moved in and out on a
coating of my own cum and lay my sweaty face alongside his. Seconds later I
felt warm splashes on my belly and realised he'd cum without even touching
it, three long creamy blasts of boy slime splattering onto my belly and
his. He smiled as I moved down a little slipping from his dribbling hole
and laying belly to belly moving up and down on his cum splatters.

'You are so dirty,' he giggled and clasped my sweaty bum. 'You owe me one.'
he pinched my bum.

'Anytime you like, Loverboy,' I snuggled against him and felt his spunk
tacky yet slippery bonding us together.

An hour later we decided to have a shower but no sex, I think we were both
played out and there would be other times. We had to exercise control and I
didn't want him walking into his house looking like he'd just returned from
a sexfest. Decorum and common sense were the buzzwords but now he was
working for me we'd find opportunities a bit further from the family nest.

We settled down to a pretty free and easy routine and nothing really
changed until about a week before the school holidays. It was a long and
hot summer and there had been periods of heavy rain so that the grass was
growing like never before. I was lucky to have Paul as he sped things up
and I was collecting more jobs along the way, the hard bit was keeping a
regular schedule going with so many assorted jobs. I had a big planner up
in my spare bedroom which I used as a makeshift office as it was right next
door to my own bedroom which was handy. We spent about as much time
plotting and planning our future work as we did having sex. Peter had taken
to appearing when he returned from school and showed a great interest
although I don't know how much this had to do with groundsmanship. I knew
that he knew that Paul and I did 'naughties' but I didn't know how much he
knew and I wasn't about to ask him. He was losing his puppy fat now and
although he kept his black hair in what used to be called a crew cut rather
than Paul's pageboy he was very attractive. I was getting to the stage I
was fancying him more and more but didn't dare mention this little snippet
to Paul. Mind you, I think Paul was winding me up sometimes, he dropped
heavy hints about how he and Peter shared wanks as he called it and I often
wondered if they went any further.

It wouldn't surprise me if Paul was actually shagging his kid brother but
once again it wasn't something I could actually investigate. Even when he
dropped his little hints and remarks about Peter I just turned a deaf
ear. If, by the slighest chance they were playing games with me it would
all sort itself out over the school holidays.

The first day of the school holiday was naturally enough was the Saturday
and Paul was missing, no problems there I understood that with Peter on
holiday and the Rugrats also running riot my neighbours would be in a state
of near anarchy so kept out of the way. I had my weekly shopping to do and
funnily enough I had no weekend work on my schedule and wanted to keep it
that way. The shock came aroud four o'clock in the afternoon when Peter
shouted over the garden fence if they could come in. I couldn't really stop
them as they'd managed to knock a panel down from the fence which I was
refusing to replace just to demonstrate I wasn't that good a neighbour.  I
was sprawled in the lounge watching sports of some sort or another when
Paul and Peter wandered in and I did a double take. Paul's long black hair
was gone. He was as bristly as a hedgehog, it was shorter than Peter's crew
cut. My beautiful boyfriend was gone, I had a dark haired football hooligan
and his bloody ears stuck out like sails. If he got caught in a high wind
he'd take off like a bloody kite.

'Jesus,' I looked up in shock.

'Dontcha like it,' Paul rubbed his head and grinned.

'It's different,' I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His beautiful
thick black mop gone... he could have saved me a lock for old time's sake.

'Same ol' Peter with his clothes off,' Peter sniggered which I ignored.

'Had to have it cut short, it was too hot and it gets full of dust and
grass cuttings,' Paul explained and I suppose I agreed. 'Feel it,' he bent
over and I rubbed his head. It was quite sexy in a way and completely
forgetting Peter was there that's exactly what I said.

'Sexy.' Needless to say Paul darkened in a blush and Peter laughed like a
maniac. I sat them down and offered them chilled drinks, with them in here
now there was a good chance of the Rugrats charging in unless mum had then
chained up in the cellar.

'Good film on tonight,' Paul glanced across. 'Kill Bill, the first part,
it's a bit of a golden oldy but Peter hasn't seen it yet.'

'Good, I've seen one bit but not the other.'

'Yeah,' Paul looked at Peter and then me. 'Is it alright if we invite
ourselves around.'

'Yeah, if you want to,' I looked at them both suspecting a plot.

'We could crash here as it doesn't finish until after midnight,' Paul
looked at me and winked.

'You'd better ask your mum and dad, you're sixteen but Peter...' I tailed
off. I was at a loss, I couldn't really say that Paul was sixteen and just
about legal but Peter certainly wasn't. I couldn't even suggest that as I
still didn't know what the score was with these two.

'Mum and dad are OK,' Paul grinned. 'I've asked them already.' I think it
was then that I realised Paul, at least, was upto something. I'd got to
know him an awful lot better over the last month or so whilst he'd been
working for me and I knew when he had something going on.

'Fine, then.'

Peter grinned at me and I smiled back. The little slut, and, he wasn't that
little had managed to sit opposite me in his shorts affording me a view of
his smooth inner thighs, I could even see a glimpse of white briefs and I
wondered if it was intentional or not. Of course it was, he was just as
horny as brother Paul and I wondered what was going to happen later on in
the evening. Something rather than was and that was a racing certainty.

The boys disappeared some time later for their dinner and promised to
return around nine for the evening, this gave me adequate time to organise
things. I was weighing up pros and cons, for starters no way would Paul
sleep with me with Peter in the house, that was bloody obvious. After a bit
of thought I made up a bed in my spare bedroom and had a bit of supper. I
knew they were upto something and I didn't know what. Maybe it was just a
night out to celebrate Peter's first day of his holiday. Perhaps Paul was
going to give me Peter for the night, perhaps they were both going to rape
me... small chance and no chance. I just had no idea what they had planned
but I hoped it was something to do with Peter, the more baby fat he shed
the tastier he looked and I must admit the thought of being in bed with the
two of them was a bit of a turn on.

When they turned up they looked like they're returned from a trip to the
shops, Paul had two carrier bags and Peter had a backpack on. I thought
they were on a sleepover not moving in but it turned out they had their
jimjams, washing ger and a dozen cans of lager also a message from Mr
Rossi.

'Dad says thanks for a night's peace and quiet,' Paul smiled as he handed
the cans over.

'He's still got the Rugrats.'

'They're being put to bed right now,' Peter plonked himself down about a
foot away from the goggle box and started to goggle. No wonder all our kids
have bad eyes (woops, one of my 'old man' comments there).

'He's allowed three,' Paul jerked his thumb at his brother as he handed the
bag of cans over. 'Shall I put then in the fridge?'

'Yeah,' I followed hm into the kitchen and grabbed him as soon as we were
out of sight. 'Come here.' I wrapped my arms around his feeling his smooth
and slightly scented skin on my lips. He was clearly fresh from a shower
and if Peter hadn't been in the other room I'd have taken Paul there and
then, probably on the kitchen table.

'Gawd,' I'm so hot,' he sighed and he was right, I could feel his hardness
pressing against mine through our clothing. I had jeans on but they were
both still wearing shorts so I got to look at some smooth brown legs at
least. 'Peter just about knows,' he whispered.

'What do you mean, just about. He knows or he doesn't.'

'Well, he's been hassling me,' Paul whined. 'He let me put it in him last
night, just to see what it was like.'

'And?'

'He seemed OK, he let me cum in him and made me suck him off as a sorta
payment.'

'Pair o' pervs,' I smiled. I didn't know whether to be pleased or not. Mind
you I was so desperate to get them both into bed my judgement was failing
me. This really was one I couldn't walk away from, the opportunity, the
security and to cap it all the two boys... perfecto.

'Whatcha doing in there?' Peter called out bringing us back to earth. 'The
film starts in ten minutes.'

'Let's go,' I steered Paul back into the lounge taking a feel of his sweet
bottom on the way.

The three of us sat on my big old sofa leaving the armchairs empty, it was
face onto the box and most evenings I'd sprawl on it like an old Roman on
his divan watching oiled Nubian slave boys with huge cocks pentrating each
other..... whoa, wrong story. We sat and watched the opening of the film,
to be honest I didn't rate it but who was I, my two guests lapped it up but
they were at that age. One thing stuck out like a sore thumb and there was
no drooling over the rather tasty Ms Thurman doing her thing, they enjoyed
the action but unlike most teenagers there were no remarks along the lines
of what they would or wouldn't do if they had her alone. You know boys, you
know boy stuff and there was none of that, in fact quite early on Paul
draped his arm around my shoulders quite blatantly and snuggled in allowing
Peter room to spread himself out a bit. To my surprise (well, not really)
Peter gave his crotch a good fumble and from occasional peeps I could see
he kept returning to it as if keeping it on the boil.

I though about my tapes and whether to risk one later. I didn't have
anything under age but I did have 'Boy Crash' and 'Good Morning, St
Petersberg', which were youngish, at least they weren't bald headed
lardarses pretending to be 'boys', the word boys when applied to twenty
pluses always left me a bit confused. The two on my sofa were 'boys' and at
a stretch I suppose Peter had crossed that very vague line to being a
'youth'.

'Jeez, she knows how to handle that blade,' Peter's voice broke as we
viewed another bout of crash, bash and slash.

'This film would have been better if they're replaced all the females with
chorus boys,' Paul muttered.

'Weirdo,' Peter laughed completely unfazed by the rather odd remark, even I
hadn't thought of that one.

'Or Haley Joel Osmont,' Paul provided.

'Ooooh... my heroe, whatta dish,' Peter giggled.

'Pete's got a crush on young Haley,' Paul confided turning a little to
flash a grin at me and I seized the chance to gave him a little
kiss. 'Nice...' he whispered.

'Who's nice? Haley?' Peter seemed to have missed the point, mind you, he
hadn't seen the kiss.

'What would you do if you had Haley sleeping over tonight?' Paul asked
giving me a good feed.

'Not much sleeping, that's for sure.'

Paul gave a little snigger but Peter burst out laughing. 'I'd snog him to
death, he's beautiful.' Wow, this was over the top even for Peter, it must
be the lager talking. 'In vino veritas' as my ancient Roman mates used to
say and it applies to teenies with lager more than most. He'd really said
his bit although it was probably intentional. I was still convinced that
these two had an agenda and I was pretty sure it was me, I just had to help
them along a bit.

'I'll show you a film later seeing as you both seem to like boys.'

'Har, har.' Paul glanced at me uncertainly but still keeping up an act
probably for Peter's benefit.

'What sort of boys,' Peter bent forward and looked across.

'Porny boys.'

'Wow,' Peter grinned. 'How old are they?'

'Probably around twenty but they look and act younger... if you don't like
it there's a midnight film on after Kill Bill.'

'No,' Paul butted in. 'We'll finish this off and have a look at the porny
boys.'

That was it, I went to the kitchen to get more lagers and they were
mumbling away together when I returned but they fell silent as I re-entered
the room.

We watched through to the end of the film and then relaxed stretching our
legs, doing toilet calls and I closed the patio doors and drew the
curtains, I also made sure the kitchen door was locked, I didn't want
anyone wandering in although being midnight it was highly unlikely.

'Come on then, Gary. Where is it?' Peter was getting excited and made point
orfrather lewdly rubbing his crotch.

'Peter...' Paul sighed. 'Behave yourself.'

'OK, here we go.' I knelt down and found the old tape in my collection shut
away in the corner cupboard. With these two watching me I guessed that was
another bit of my privacy gone on walkabout. I selected Boy Crash mainly
because the stars although over eighteen (presumably) were more 'boyish'
and it was shorter than the other one I had in mind. I turned down the
lights and we were off. I clicked the remote and it was rolling, I'd had
this one some time and it was a good copy, I also liked it as I was a fan
of Peter Azur although he was a bit of a drama queen and I had the hots for
his skinny partner whose name I never could find out.

As soon as it started both my guests had their eyes glued to the screen and
at the first blow job and fumble they first went into giggle mode and then
watched even more intently. I looked at them rather than the screen and to
my delight I saw both groins begin to bulk out. So much for that, I knew
Paul would get excited but I was a bit wary of Peter. No probs, he was
gone, after fumbling with himself a little he just lay back making sure
that we could see he was aroused. It was time for some action off the
screen and Paul started - he reached out to the side and stroked my thigh
through my jeans but I grasped his hand and moved it onto my lump. I knew
Peter was watching but I was past caring now.

'You could look after baby brother,' Peter groused.

'Go on,' this time I gave Paul's neck a quick munch and kiss making sure
that Peter saw. He didn't take a blind bit of notice as Paul reached out
with his other hand and centred on Peter's groin. Peter just lay back with
a theatrical sigh and covered his brother's hand making vague wanking
motions. Poor Paul. Well, I take that back, as he was sitting there between
us slowly working our joint erections with a slight smile on his face. I
suppose the final breakthrough came when Peter hooked down the top of his
baggy shorts exposing his tight briefs plainly outlining his hardness and
then hooked them down allowing his dark skinned erection to spring
free. Too much... Paul promptly grasped the turgid meat and gently squeezed
it and manipulated it to a full hardness. I was surprised really, Peter was
as big as his brother 'down there' and as far as dicks went they could have
been twins.

'Come on, Gary, gissa flash,' Peter croaked and I did. I unzipped my jeans
but as I did so Peter got into Paul's shorts and extracted his older
brother's own erection. It finished with the three of us totally exposed
and all having some sort of gentle wank or another. Nothing frantic but a
step in the right direction. All very schoolboys behind the bike shed or it
was in my day but it was a start. The film wore on and the obligatory cums
on bellies and spines arrived nearly sending Peter into spasms but Paul put
a stop to that.

'Save it for the bedroom,' Paul ordered.

'Whose bedroom?' Peter tried to look coy which is difficult with over five
inches of boy cock sticking out from your crotch.

'Mine.' I grined as the film ended. 'Now you've had the tutorial it's time
for the real thing.'

'Banzai,' Peter leapt to his feet stuffing his hardness back into his
briefs and shorts. 'We sleeping together?'

'Yep.' I looked at Paul. 'No playing games tonight.'

'I never play games,' Paul retorted.

'No, nor do I,' Peter wasn't going to be left out.

'Let's go, girls.' I switched the TV, then the lights and escorted my pair
to bed. I had no idea how it was going to turn out but it had to beat
sleeping by myself.

'This is a bit awkward,' Paul hovered by the door as his brother sat on the
bed and tugged his trainers off.

'What's awkward about it?' I looked at my boyfriend and frowned. 'This is
what you were working around to wasn't it?' Both boys were silent.

'Yeah, but...'

'For fuck's sake,' I snapped, they seemed to have gone through all the
buggering around and now Paul at least seemed to have got a case of cold
feet. I couldn't believe it. I knew they played games together, Paul had
admitted he'd shagged his kid brother, Peter knew Paul and I had something
going on so what the hell was their problem?

'Paul's a bit shy,' Peter sniggered.

'I can assure you Paul is not shy,' I grabbed Paul around the waist and
attacked his lips with mine. Shy... what an absolute load of bollocks. Much
to my relief Peter jumped up and pressed himself against Paul's back and
quickly slid Paul's shorts down. Paul moaned a protest but it was half
hearted, whatever he had going through his mind was fading as I fished his
steel hard cock from his briefs and Peter tugged then down at the back and
worked himself up against Paul's bottom. Paul was in a sandwich and after a
few minutes I felt him relax, his hands reached around and held my flanks
as he rubbed up against me.

'Come on, let's get naked.' I could only stand so much of this buggering
around, I wanted to prong one of them and I didn't really care which
one. Of course in a confusing three way like this there is an excellent
chance of the pronger becoming the pronged but I could handled that. Peter
naturally enough wa the first naked and he flung himself onto the bed on
his belly surprisingly enough, I dived on him parting his legs and getting
my face into his soft bouncy bottom. Paul just lay alongside his brother
kissing and nuzzling at the side of Peter's face.  'Open up, Pete,' I
licked his crack from bottom to top prising his fleshy orbs apart,
glimpsing the darkness of his pucker I wriggled my tongue deeper and he
giggled and opened up.

'Paul said you would do this,' he humped his rump up into my sucking and
slobbering. I was so hard all thought of Paul had left me. I had a fourteen
year old clone looking very much like he wanted some man meat beneath me. I
did't know what complicated game they'd been playing but if seemed to be
over now. Paul lay on his back and then Peter crouched over him and took
Paul's totally stiff cock into his mouth. Naturally enough the sight of
this kid on all fours with his sweet fanny waving in the breeze was too
much. I attacked him again with my lips and tongue this time getting in
deeper and dribbling saliva onto his sphincter before testing him with a
finger. He flinched but moaned around Paul's cock as my finger slipped into
his slick rectum.

'Who's got a tight little fanny, then?'

'He has,' Paul chuckled and played with his brother's ears as Peter's head
bobbed up and down'

Jesus! I was so hard and I'd begun to ooze, the temptation was just too
great. I glanced over Peter to Paul and he gave me a slight nod although he
was obviously delighted with his brother's cock. I took that as a go ahead
and as I slid my finger free Paul gave a moan of frustration around Paul's
hot and hard cock.  I pressed my drooling glans upto Peter's bumhole and he
tensed and then relaxed. I gave just the gentlest of pushes and felt him
open up as my hardness sank into his heat. Once my knob was past his
gateway he groaned again and pushed back slightly as I held his hips. He'd
stopped sucking his older brother now and as I started to move Paul slipped
from underneath the heap and moved out to the side. I smiled and he grinned
back. I realised at last what their master plan had been, they'd taken
their time getting there but is suddenly all came together. I would
normally have reached around and wanked Peter but I knew the final stage of
the plan would entail him getting his rocks off with mysef or Paul. I held
Peter's hips steady and slowly but forcefully slipped my penis into it's
full length feeling my groin nestle against his springy cheeks, he dropped
his head to the pillow and sighed with satisfaction.

'Is it in?' He gave a shaky chuckle and wiggled his bottom. I just held him
there as I felt Paul's knees inside mine and his slippery sixteen year old
boy's cock nudge up between my cheeks.

'Orrite?' Paul whispered. I ignored him and just guided his hot cock up and
onto my pucker. He did a little push and then he was in me, once he'd
workied his way in he started to go for it.

I was in heaven, my two sallow skinned, buzz cut brothers and me the meat
in the sandwich. As I slowly and sensually drove in and rotated in Peter's
gut I felt Paul moving in and out of me trying to time his moves with
mine. It was heaven, I'd never done a threesome before but I fancied I'd be
doing more in the future. OK, one on one for sexy and romantic but we had
time for that. Tonight was a night for getting to know each other and I
decided stage two was for Peter to do me but that was for later.

We worked up into a good fuck and as I quite easily moved within Peter I
felt my heat rising like some volcano about to erupt and then it came in
long hot streamers of slippery and creamy cum. He dropped down to the bed
with my pressure on his back end and I followed him down still fucking and
Paul came down on me.

As I lay rammed up into Peter's fluid bottom frantically kissing and
murmuring sweet nothings Paul hammered away at me and I was finally
rewarded with his hot squirts and spurts.

In the end it happened as I'd forecast and wished, Peter with much giggling
and buggering around took me all the way and in the end we lay in a sweaty,
spunk smelling heap and dozed. We would be at it for most of the night I
would imagine but I didn't care, I had my new family to keep me company and
it was now Sunday, we didn't have to get up early unless that meant getting
up each other yet again.



				  THE END


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