Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2007 07:08:59 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: MICK THE BUILDER

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.  The
author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of
Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff
and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of boys, youth and young men and once again they are
FICTIONAL. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
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coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

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This one's for Dave who sent me the Mick pictures.





MICK THE BUILDER



by



G. Cutter



Another sunny summer afternoon in Hersham, arsehole of the western world.
Well the a-word is a bit intense but it is bloody boring especially when
you're confined to the house and all your pals are mooching around,
rambling, cycling, skateboarding and doing what fourteen year olds do on
holiday. Never mind, I was going to France next week for a fortnight on a
school camp but for the moment I was in lumber I had to mount guard on the
builder.

I suppose I'd better give the requisite breakdown on myself first.
Fourteen, Anglo-Sax, blonde and delicious... how's that.

Here we go with the explanation...  My parents had decided that they had
enough money to add an extension to the house. They'd had plans drawn up,
got planning permission and employed this small construction company. Bad
mistake there, this bunch of cowboys whose boss went by the name of Micky
Mouse were a disaster. The job came to a shuddering halt when my dad lost
his cool and exploded in a fit of the verbals, the result was the work was
half finished and everyone was sending everyone else solicitor's
letters... great. We had a half built extension stuck on the back of the
house and the place looked like a builders yard.

Anyway, to get to the point. Dad then took on a couple of jobbing builders
of reliability if not of speed to try and complete the job. They had a van,
they had the knowhow (I think) and they worked when they managed to turn
up. The trouble was that when they did I seemed to finish up on guard duty
to make sure they didn't come in the house, destroy the garden or take any
liberties. The liberties would include using the kitchen to make their tea
without permission, trampling through the house to use our toilets without
permission... you must know the score. Everyone who uses builders privately
on an established property is glad to see the back of them, the havoc they
can cause is beyond belief.

I'd been watching the two we currently employed for a couple of days and
they were lucky really, the weather held and they seemed to be making
progress. If I hadn't been lazy and also saving up for France I would have
been out and about myself which meant the house would have been locked and
ergo, no kitchen, no toilet, blah, blah.

This particular day only one rolled up and thankfully he was the nicer of
the two. I wasn't into men get this straight. I was a normal fourteen year
old and may (and I repeat may) fancy the odd chum for a play around and
had, in fact, played around with a few of the aforementioned chums now and
then. This boy/man or youth/man was a wet dream (if I was into men), he was
over the six foot mark and built like one of those beach bums you get in
the States and Oz, surfer boi extreme. Long light brown hair, handsome in a
Dutch boy sort of way for want of a better description with a scattering of
heavy freckles across his cute nose, a chest so smooth and muscular and
legs like tree trunks, smoothy tree trunks that is. He had a tight little
bottom and the way he dressed working in the summer sun, wow! I had seen a
glimpse of his pubics (slobber) and a bit of his rear cleaveage (slobber
again). I could feel myself turning queerer by the moment, if this young
man wanted to rape me I might even let him.

I was sitting out in the sun generally spying on him without being too
obvious and feeding him cups of tea now and then as he barrowed crap from
the site around the house to his flatback to go down the dump or in his
case to a flytip. He just had overalls on but rolled down to the waist and
I nearly creamed my jeans every time he bent over to move his barrow, his
sunburnt back, knobbly spine leading down to the low slung overalls and his
delicious hidden bits. God, he was a wanker's delight. I just sat in my
deckchair pretending not to perv him and prayed for his overalls to drop to
the deck.

'Dinner time,' he stretched himself and I nearly wet myself as his overall
dipped and his pubics appeared, they were darker than his head of hair and
I wonder why that was.  I'd always pondered why they called that sort of
thing a treasure trail and now I knew. I wondered what hung below and felt
my semi hard begin to rise, needless to say I covered my lap with the paper
I was pretending to read.

'You working this afternoon?' I asked trying to sound adult and commanding.
You know the owner's son and all that shit.

'Dunno, it's so bloody hot and this sorta job is best done by two.'

'Where is your mate by the way?'

'Twisted his ankle, he's buggering everything up. We've got this job and
another one two streets away.'

Yeah... the crafty bastards. That explained all the to-ing and fro-ing,
they had two jobs on at the same time. Still, that was my dad's concern not
mine.

'Wanna cold drink?' I half rose showing willing.

'Love one,' he eyed me and grinned. Was that interest in his eyes... nah,
no way. I couldn't be that lucky.

I scurried into the kitchen trying to do a sexy scurry, I nearly gave my
bum a wiggle but that might have been a bit over the top. I collected a
couple of cans and returned and he had his bloody overalls off. Jesus...
what a sight. He was sitting on the grass by my deckchair in the briefest
of briefs and not seeing me he did another of those stretched arm up in the
air and I nearly passed out on the spot, the pubics flash again but more of
them, this time I could see the very obvious bulge of his privates and they
were bulky as in bloody huge. He had a package in his knickers like a well
developed hampster.

'Here you go,' I croaked and flopped into my deckchair again where I could
gaze down at him. 'Tis hot innit?'

'Very,' he agreed and snapped the can giving me another of his smiles. 'No
parents today?'

'Not until later this evening,' I glanced at my watch and it was barely
past the midday mark.

'Mmm...' he lay flat and balanced the can on his flat and well muscled
belly. 'I'll take it easy then unless you're going to grass me up.'

'I won't do that,' I got bold and peeled my t-shirt off over the head.
Temptress or what?

'So hot,' I sighed. Jesus, I wanted to say something smart and
scintillating and I was spouting rubbish.

'I thought you might be out and about with your mates,' he glanced up at me
and then sat up right alongside my low lounger. 'It's not the weather for
hanging around indoors.'

'True,' I gently moved my leg out a little. 'I was up on the computer late
last night and woke up shagged,'

'Really,' he laughed.

'Well, you know what I mean,' I reddened.

'Yeah,' he took another sip of his can and then it happened just the
briefest of touches, he'd moved and his side had rested against my leg for
just a moment. 'Sorry,' he moved away a little.

'No probs,' I said feeling my voice come out as a squeak. I spread my legs
further, I was giving enough 'take me I'm yours' vibes to wake the dead. He
moved again and his back rested against my leg only this time he left it
there. 'Christ, you've got some muscles.' I blurted it out like an ill
mannered child, it just came out.

'Thanks,' he laughed and this time really rested against my leg, he was
there to stay. 'Not to bad yourself for a weed,' he turned to look at me
and grinned removing any offence.

'Cheers,' I replied dryly. At least we were talking and he was now propped
up against my leg. No great thing but better than nothing.

'So hot,' he sighed. Jeez, we were back to weather reports.

'Yeah, I might have a shower,' I said without really thinking and then it
hit me. Offer him a shower, how bold woud that be? 'You could use one,
you're covered in dust.

'Mmmm...' he seemed to think for a moment. 'I wouldn't do any work after
that, no point in showering and going back to work, especially if I put
clean gear on.'

'Have you got clean gear?' Silly question but I assumed builders rolled up,
did their bit and went home dirty.

'In the van. I usually strip off under a hose and have a sluice off if it's
quiet enough.'

'What naked?' This time I did squeak.

'Natch,' he laughed. 'No point in showering with your clothes on.'

'True,' I recovered a bit and made my move. Very risky this one as I might
have read him all wrong but I gently moved my leg against his back and a
second later I felt him press back against me. I wavered, I was beginning
to realise how big he was compared to me, if he went nasty on me I was in
dire doo doo.

'Wanna shower then?' I risked my all. 'I'm going to have one.'

He didn't say anything for a moment and I was quite expecting a refusal but
he turned and looked at me quite seriously. 'Empty house, willing boy...'

'Yeah,' I whispered and felt my dicky go into overdrive. He'd said it, now
it was all down to me, yeah or nay. 'Empty house for at least seven hours.'
That was it, if he was a serial killer or a pedo type rapist I had more or
les given him the go ahead. How stupid can you get?'

'Come on then, Peter isn't it?'

'Yeah,' I nearly fainted for the umpteenth time, his penis was hardening,
it actually now bulged at the front of his briefs as if trying to escape.

'I'll get my clean stuff,' he grinned and I watched him as his tight white
cotton clad bum disappeared around the side of the house. God knows what
the neighbours would think but our driveway was pretty well screened.

Who knows what I'd let myself in for but the die was cast as they say. I'd
also swagged my first fully grown man or was he a big youth, who bloody
well cared, he was fuckin' gorgeous and this wasn't going to fizzle into a
damp squib, things were going to happen and that was as sure as God made
little apples.

He returned in two minutes with a carrier bag and followed as I hooked a
thumb at the kitchen. As I reached around him to snap the catch on the door
my bare chest came into contact with his and I had another of my fluttery
spells as our bodies made contact. He calmly put an arm around me and
placing his hand on the small of my back and held me momentarily. 'Calm
down, nothing to worry about.' I felt a pressure on my back and he pulled
me in tightly and I felt the warmth of his semi erection through his briefs
press against my belly. God, it was so big and I could feel the heat
radiate from him as I pressed against him and boldly put my arms around him
resting my hands on his gorgeous buttocks.

'Gawd,' I moaned laying the side of my face against his smooth but sweaty
chest.

'Ditto,' he chuckled as I felt his buns twitch and his hardening penis
press into my belly. 'Let's have this shower, I feel all dusty and sweaty,
yeuchy.'

'Taste nice all the same,' I whispered and gave a couple of little licks at
his chest tasting his perspiration and brick dust, talk about manna or
whatever it was called, he didn't need a shower, I would have bathed him
from his head to his toes with my tongue, now is that pervy or what?

'Where's this bathroom?' He smiled and his hand drifted down from my back
and cupped one cheek and he gently squeezed it . 'Nice.'

'Come on.' I pulled away with a little smirk, I knew what he was after now
and I was worried, of course I was. I'd never done anything apart from
wankies with pals but Mick was a man and he wasn't going to be satisfied
with a wank. He followed me up to my room as as soon as we were in the
door, I knew that I'd crossed a threshold in more ways than one. I flopped
onto my bed and he was on me. God, he was so strong, so muscular and so
smooth. I moaned as I felt his dry lips on my neck and then on mine. He was
actually kissing me and I opened up to his flickering tongue and felt a
man's tongue in my mouth for the very first time and I liked it. Our
tongues joined in a slipper embrace, now is that duuurty or not? His hands
were on my shorts and I felt the clip go at the top and then the air on my
bare thighs and then my briefs went down and my stiff boy cock jerked
free. He wasn't done yet, he kissed down my boney chest and I nearly died
(again) as I felt his breath on my now totally exposed cock end and his
lips slid over the end. He was sucking me and both his strong hands clasped
my bare cheeks holding me tightly to his face as he sucked and slobbered
over my achingly hard cock.

'Shower,' he pulled clear from me and gazed down as I lay there frustrated
and stiff... so stiff.

'Aw,' I grizzled.

'Shower before I get carried away and start sucking the rest of you.' He
stood by the bed and I watched pop eyed as he sexily peeled off his own
briefs and this monster sprang out. It was bloody huge, his foreskin was
half retracted and as he stood there he held it in his hand and drew the
spare skin back. His glans was shiny with precum I guess, it was a shade of
purple more than red and it was oozing. I could see his pearly cum at the
tip and I leapt up and grabbed it. 'Take it easy, Pete,' he tried to move
away but gave up as I held onto his meaty chunk and ran my tongue across
his pee slit. I know it was dirty, depraved and all the rest of it but he'd
done me. He gave a long groan of complete satisfaction as I swiped off the
bead of cum and then took his swollen knob in my mouth. I felt the corners
of my mouth stretch as I took in the warm lump and he gently held my head
as I sucked. 'Shower,' he said firmly and pulled free. 'Now.'

I gave up, it wasn't finished yet and he was right. If you were going to do
this sort of stuff do it clean and fresh. I was still interested in him
sucking me all over to be honest and I didn't want to front up a grubby and
sweaty body. The taste I had in my mouth was a one off as well, I had
tasted my own cum once when a wank reached my lips but his was thicker and
creamier but that funny cum taste reminded you of everything and nothing at
the same time, weird. Let's shower and then he could have me squeaky
clean. Just one thing. I grabbed my ruler of my work desk and grabbed his
cock.

'Gerroff. gerroff,' he giggled like a kid as I shoved the end on top of his
cock and deep into his crisp pubics and measured.

'Golly gosh, the Jolly Green Giant,' I grinned.

'What is it?'

'Slightly under seven inches,' I smirked and it was all mine. I didn't know
how the hell I was going to take it but it wouldn't be through lack of
trying. I was going mad, I was sure I was, perhaps I was getting heatstroke
but the thought of him entering me with that bloody great thing was driving
me nuts. 'Come on, I'll show you the shower.'

'Share the shower?' He smiled.

'Yeah, that too.' This needed thinking about. He had a big dick and I had a
little hole, perhaps soapy was the way to go, he'd know, he seemed to know
what he was doing. I had a twinge of jealousy thinking about the other boys
he might have mated with but banished them, he was mine for the afternoon
at least.

We got the shower adjusted to a tepid flow, warm but not really hot and set
out to clean ourselves and enjoy ourselves. He soaped me up until I was
like an eel and then he set to work, his hands were everywhere but he had
one aim and I found that all too soon as he turned me around and I felt his
fingers in my crack.

'Ouch...' I twitched and clamped my bum as I felt a finger inside me
soaping, cleaning and more importantly lubricating and easing that all
important muscle. 'Jeez... Micky,' I yelped but then relaxed, it felt OK
really and he was hitting that spot the doctors go for. His finger was
sliding up and down and I was dribbling, I could feel the damn stuff coming
out in pulses. He laughed and slipping his finger free knelt down and took
me in his mouth once more. Another mad scrable in the shower and he was
laying cramped in the small space but I was crouched over him sucking his
huge cock barely getting it in my mouth and he held my hips as I moved up
and down into his his sweet suction.

'Stop, stop,' he croaked. 'You'll make me cum.' He struggled to his feet
taking me up and we rinsed off. It was show time. We hurriedly dried off
and still damp raced for the bedroom and the bed. Once in position he
flipped me over into a crouching position and got behind me. I dropped my
head onto the pillow as I felt his mouth at my crack. He spread my cheeks
and I felt his hot breath and hotter lips and tongue at my hole and then
the finger again. No, hang about, it wasn't a finger, it was two and he had
some sort of stuff on them as they slid in and out easily as he gave me a
preview of the real thing.

'What's that? What's that stuff?' I groaned and clamped my bottom as I felt
his oiled finger right inside me and moving in and out with a circular
motion.

'Sun tan oil,' he muttered and I felt his fingers slowly withdraw. 'Relax,
Peter...'

God, this was it and I tensed up but when nothing happened relaxed again. I
heard him give a soft laugh and then I felt it. Hot, slippery and so big, I
felt my cheeks part as he spread my legs and pushed. His swollen glans slid
in the last fraction and I felt the pressure against my pucker. A slow
remorseless pressure and then the brief pain as my ring stretched to
accomodate his bulk.

'Yessss...' he hissed and I felt it inside me. My fanny was at full stretch
and he bent over my back kissing my neck and I felt his damp hair on my
shoulders as he started to move and I felt the thing begin to fill me. It
was hot and hard and it kept coming, I bit the pillow at the odd twinge of
pain but the soothing oil had done it's job and he was moving slowly but
quite freely. 'Alright, Pete?'

'I'll live,' I croaked and gave a tentative push back. That encouraged him
as he started to move faster and faster and then I felt the scrunge of his
pubics on my bum, he then pulled me in tightly completely sheathing himself
in my flesh. I was fucked or I was about to be.

'Ready?' He wrapped his muscular arms around me and pulled me upright but
still kneeling.

'Yeah, go on,' I croaked and he did. He made it last as well, I don't know
how he did it but he shagged me upright, then crouched and then upright
again until I felt like a rag doll being shafted with the strength of his
desire. I stayed clamped until he spread me out on my belly and parted my
legs even further. He was on top of me down and pumping into my body as I
lay there spreadeagle under his powerful thrusts.

I couldn't move and to my shock and horror I was beginning to like it. The
massive lump being almost withdrawn and then slamming back into me was
sending me wild, his hard shaft was massaging my prostate and then it
happened. He slapped in for the last time and he remained in me as far as
he could get and I felt the warm, slippery gouts as he offloaded. I felt
four splatter inside me and then he stayed and I felt even more ooze into
my gut and he was done.

I was done, I was over the moon, I grinned with triumph as I lat there with
his big spunk stained lance deep in my gut and he kissed my ears and then
went for my lips as I tried to turn so that I could see him.

'Thank you, that was great,' he gave a couple of extra digs and slid free
is a gush of spunk. 'Hey,' he muttered and I felt a towel being rammed into
my crack which I promptly clamped on. I was leaking on the bedding and
mother would not be a happy bunny.' I managed to turn around and we went
into another long kissy kissy embrace, one of those all teeth and tongues
thingies. 'You didn't cum, did you?'

'Nah,' I was a bit miffed, I felt that I was about to cum when he shagged
me but it hadn't happened.

'Good,' he grinned and kissed my nose. 'I'd hate to think my little lover
didn't get his share.'

'Really?'

'Really,' he laughed and pulled me onto his belly as he rolled flat onto
his back. 'From the front, Petey.' Jeez, nobody called me Petey but from
him it sounded good.

He fed my rigid penis between his strong thighs and clamped on it. He
shouldn't have any trouble with me, as a fourteen year old I'd always
thought I was under developed, at least I was compared to some of my
mates. I didn't even have any pubics, being fair I suppose. Continuing the
kissing that was scheduled to last forever I humped my hips up and down
with my cock geting hotter and hotter as I lunged and plunged. He smiled at
me and opened his legs, I gave a frutrated bleat as I lost all traction and
lay there trying to hump under his balls aiming for his sweet arse.

'Time for your first fuck,' he looked at me and grinned. 'It is your first,
isn't it?'

'Yeah,' I mumbled and then went into scramble mode as he lifted his knees
back to his chest. I might have indicated that I was a bit on the virginal
side (as they say) but I wasn't bloody silly and I knew exactly where to go
from here. I shuffled up tight on my knees and aimed my stiff sex at his
totally exposed hole. I did it more by feel as I didn't really want to look
at his pucker but things turned out right as he grasped my meat and guided
it in.

'Slowly, Rambo,' he whispered as I pushed.

Gawd, I nearly passed away again. I was having a day of near death
experiences but honestly, I nearly fainted as I felt myself enter him. He
was tight and it was truly tight, slick and hot flesh grasped me like a
vice. I'd imagined being so much bigger he'd have taken me easily but he
groaned and wrapped his legs around me as we bonded big time. I slid right
in and my groin was uptight under his balls.

'Jesus,' I gasped and just lay there still savouring his body as he seemed
to squeeze and ease his bottom on my bit of stiff flesh.

'You like?' He smiled up at me and put a hand on the back of my neck
bringing my lips to his again.

'Yeah,' I spluttered.

'Good,' He stared at me with his grey green eyes. 'Fuck me hard, Pierre.'

I did just that, Petey was bad enough but Pierre... come on! I tried to
take my time as it was so good, he'd obviously done this before as he did
what I'd tried, he clamped hard as I drove in and relaxed as I withdrew and
kept it going. That was more than I could I hammered away and the sweat
flew off me but in the end I felt the itch, the heat and on my final thrust
I stayed stuck in his with my lips sealed to his as I felt my boy cock
spurt it's best. It was a good for me as well, I'd never had a wank like
it, I just seemed to cum and cum and I felt absolutely knackered,
exhausted, shagged... you pick the word but I was done. My virginity was
well and truly gone, front and back, wowsie wow!

'That was good,' Mick smiled at me. 'You cum well.'

I grinned feeling quite pleased with myself as his legs slipped from my
sweaty back and my softening noodle slid free.

'It's early still,' I saw that my little clock showed one fifteen, we still
had an afternoon to pass. 'It's good doing it face to face, you get to snog
when you're doing it.'

'Yeah,' he agreed as I cuddled into him, well, at least he wasn't one of
the shag and run types I'd heard about, the predators or the takers.

'So, why didn't you do me that way.'

'Not the first time,' he rolled on his side and looked at me. 'First time
can always hurt but a full frontal can hurt a damn sight more.'

'I'd like to try it all the same.'

'Nymphomaniac,' he laughed.

'With you,' I felt my face heat in a blush.

'What time did you say your parents were coming home?'

'Sevenish.'

'Mmmm... What say I buy you some lunch and we go around my place, better
safe than sorry. I can drop you back after.'

'After? After what?'

'Lesson two.'

'Yeah. Right on,' I laughed. This was going to be one of those days.
Another first, swagged away to a man's flat, sex in another person's bed.
Jeez, we'd be boyfriends before it was all over.

We lay there but not for long. Then came the messy bit, the abortion and a
shower. I made sure everything was locked up and left a note saying I
wouldn't be late and that the builder had done his bit then we hopped into
his scruffy old van. His idea of a lunch was a pizza and cokes but no
matter I'd get a proper meal later, for the moment I was happy enough
watching the girlies and some boys giving my escort long and lingering
glances. His tidy gear comprised a pare of faded jeans with obligatory rips
and a far too small t-shirt which displayed his awesome torso to
perfection, I was in boy heaven. I'd captured or been captured by the best
looking guy in Surrey and I knew he was going to make love to me very, very
shortly. My bum was a bit sore but I ached for more, I wanted that stiff
fleshy prong of his right up in my gut again and again. I was in love, what
a silly cow but I was.

Meal completed we headed for his place that wasn't a thousand miles away,
probably about fifteen minutes walk from where I lived. He had a flat above
a shop with it's own outside staircase and front door, more or les self
contained as he put it. He had all the mod cons, seperate bathroom and
toilet, kitchen and a seperate bedroom so it wasn't one of these crappy
bedsits.

'So, whatcha reckon,' he stood proudly in his living room as he called it
and I must admit I was impressed. I don't know how much he earned but he
had all the requisite bits and pieces, a nice big flatscreen, music centre,
computer... you name it.

'Didn't realise building paid so well,' I thought of my dad going bankrupt
with his extension or so he said.

'I did some modelling for pocket money and it started paying well but I had
to give it up.'

'Why,' I leant on his shoulder as he flashed up his computer.

'Dirty old pervs sending me EMails and all the rest of it.'

'Yeuchy.'

'Yeah, I don't mind dirty young men but not wrinklies.'

I watched mesmerised as his pictures came up on the screen, swimwear,
shorts, fully clothed but bare chest exposed, all very risque and
titillating, no wonder the wrinklies did a drool, I was doing one myself as
I rubbed my groin up against him.

'Keep doing that and I'm going to shag you something terrible,' he said
softly.

'Please,' I bent over and kissed the side of his neck.

'Right,' he sprang up and grabbed me around the waist, his other arm went
down and he picked me up like a child. I screamed laughing as he bore me
off to his bedroom, I didn't have time to give the room my usual nosey
survey before he was on me removing my clothes. I attacked his jeans, no
messing this time, we were like a pair of sex starved loons and the
afternoon was ours.

'What school do you go to?' He asked suddenly.

'Rydens, Fourth form.'

'Really?' He grinned. 'Know a kid called Mason, he's about your age?'

'Mark Mason, a dark haired kid, bit of a pug face? He's in my Form.'

'That's him,' he laughed. 'Marky Mark. He's been up here.'

'Mmm...' I thought on that one. I wasn't really a mate of Mark's but he was
in my class and if he was a pal of Mike's then I had an obvious interest in
him. To be very blunt, a pal in the know, a pal the same age and up for a
game now and then was someone to cultivate.

'You can use my name for a contact,' he laughed. 'Shouldn't kiss and tell
but look on it as a small favour. Mark's wobbled on about how everyone was
so bloody straight. He's a boy who needs a bit of loving.'

'I shall,' I giggled as the last of the clothing was thrown to the floor
and we lay naked with limbs entwined and his musclular body pressed against
mine and his fully recharged penis at full stretch again pushed between my
legs. 'Yummy,' I clamped my thin legs and let him slowly hump. More was to
come, I knew that and so did he.

'I'm going to stretch you, oil you up and really relax your ring,' he
whispered as he pumped to and fro.

'Say it as it is,' I replied maybe a little sarcastically, talk about
getting down to the nuts and bolts of things.

'I don't want to hurt you,' he kissed me lightly. 'But I do want to...'

'I know,' I giggled and wriggled from under his weight. I shuffled up the
bed and rested my head on the pillow and took my knees up to my chest. I
was ready.

He bent over and gave my nuts a quick lap and then sucked my cock until it
was fully hard and jerking with excitement but it stopped there. He got up
and grabbing a cushion placed it under the small of my back elevating my
bottom and then produced a glazed pot of something that looked medicinal.
Without another word he uncapped it and scooped two fingers worth of a
transluscent glop out and smeared it over my totally exposed ring. Jeez, it
was cold but so soothing and slippery. He annointed me liberally and I
vaguely felt it when one finger entered me for a few minutes. I'd just got
used to that when he withdrew and I hissed as I felt two fingers in me and
then they started to move to and fro digging deep and rotating.

'Jeez,' I moaned as I felt my pucker violated and stretched and he kept
going putting another scoopload on me and in me and then it started to feel
nice. Well, not totally nice but the sensation was a buzz put it that way,
his fingers stroked my prostate as they moved in and out. I wrapped my arms
around my bent knees as they were threatening to drop. I wasn't used to the
trussed chicken mode and fleetingly thought what Mick had done earlier and
he'd rested his legs on my back as I'd done him. Never mind, it was all
over now, I felt his fingers slip free and I lay there and watched him as
he smeared some of the rather nice smelling glop on the end of his bulging
glans.

'Ready, lover boy,' he leant over to kiss me and I felt the slide of his
weapon abross my tautly stretched cheeks.

'Take it easy,' I whispered intent on doing this thing. It wasn't just
about collecting experiences or doing some sort of training I wanted his
bloody big cock in me, I was turning into a boy queen and it was all his
fault. 'Jeeeeez...' I flinched and tried to pull away as I felt the massive
pressure on my ring but he just slid in stretching my anus and filling my
hole with his hot and beefy cock. Sounds like a cup of Oxo but you know
what I mean. The pain passed which proved the preparation. I screwed my
eyes shut as he moved slowly opening me up for the second time but this
time it was much smoother and he was virtually gliding in and out of my
gut. 'Come on...' I groaned and let my legs rest on his broad shoulders and
then he started to go for it. Still gently but determined to press home and
when he did I lay there like a stuffed I don't know what. I could feel his
hot mass in my belly and I squeezed on it and he groaned. 'Come on...' I
repeated and held his hips as he started to move.

He was nice and slow to begin with but he was soon moving in and out like a
real lover pumelling my arse and driving me up the bed. To my eternal shame
I liked it, my stiff cock jerked up and down on my belly and it was oozing
cum, the small pool on my belly connected to my pee slid by a silvery
thread. It was over too soon, at the end he put his arms around me in a
bear hug and finished with me in short hard jabs bringing little yelps from
my lips and when he finally came it was better than the morning's.

I cried out as I felt his warm spurts fill me and coat my back passage with
his young man's spunk and when he finished and withdrew I felt the loss as
well as his creamy juice trickling out from my hole. For his grand finale
he crouched over me and ducking his head sucked and slobbered over my
straining cock with one final trick. He nipped off my scrotum keeping my
balls in his clasp until I begged and cried out for him to let me cum.

Right at the end I did one enormous splat into his mouth which he swallowed
and the second over his face closing one eye and coating his lips. Needless
to say I pulled him up and licked my own cum from his face and we called it
a day with a spunky and sweaty kiss. It was over, the first day of the rest
of my gay life. I was a convert.

'Enjoyed it,' he grinned as we stood together in his shower lately.

'Brill.'

'What are your people doing tomorrow?'

'Out all day again. What's your pal doing?'

'Staying off sick hopefully,' he grinned and bent to kiss me. 'Tomorrow
afternoon?'

'Sounds good, you're getting hard again.'

'I can't help it,' he smirked as I turned around and dropped to my knees in
the shower. Sod it go for the hat trick.



				 THE END.



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