Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2004 19:51:18 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: COPENHAGEN CAPERS (3)

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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COPENHAGEN CAPERS - 3


Back Home


by


G. Cutter



After our return to the U.K. Keith and I were transferred to the Royal
Naval Barracks in Plymouth then called HMS Drake and what a dump that
was. Built in the hey days of WWII the so called messdecks were huge,
around two hundred sailors to a mess, the washing and toilet facilities
were diabolical (and that was on a good day). All in all the place was a
bloody disgrace. Each half of a mess which contained around a hundred
bodies had the luxury of a pot bellied stove which you had to hump coke to
and from all night. It was hardly surprising that most of the 'tenants'
decided to spend their life in the local pubs supping the local cider. I
understand it's a lot better now, lets just say the modern sailor boy would
run a mile if he saw HMS Drake when we were there. I don't think the USN or
the European Navies would have housed pigs in the place. Maybe Krasniflot
but the Soviet Red Navy were probably just as primitive as we were, like us
they would stand for anything.

Anyway, that's the historical rant over and so back to Keith and myself.

We were a bit upset to part from our Boy Seamen with whom we'd struck up
such a close 'Special Relationship' going West or an 'Entente Cordiale'
going East to coin a couple of phrases, but Keith and I were together for
another year at least. When a ship pays off or decommissions the crew tend
to be scattered to the four corners which is a pity because friendships
which take a year or so to built are gone in a moment ..... such a great
shame.

I think Keith and I had about a week in this hellhole before we decided to
go on the hunt for a cheap and cheerful flat or worstways a
bedsitter. Anything had to be better than suffering a long winter in
Siberia by the Sea as the place was less than jokingly called. We got lucky
almost immediately, in those days they used to have these little adverts in
newsagents and the like and we chased one up.  We saw the landlord who
didn't live on the premises (even better) and took up a short lease for a
year. The place was a basement flat and we spent a very happy year there
but that's getting ahead of the story. It had a huge lounge or a living
room, a reasonable sized bedroom with a double bed (yummy), a small
bathroom and just as small a kitchen and that was about it. We had use of a
garden but you were looking at a week's work to clear it enough to venture
out.

Our routine at the Barracks was that we basically did an eight until four
in the afternoon as a working day in the Signals Office. Every fourth day
we had to stay onboard (that's Navyspeak for staying in the place). This
was our Duty Night and we manned the office and attended a couple of fire
musters, to round off we had to do every fourth weekend which was a drag
but there you go.

Our rent was cheap being shared between the two of us and it left us money
to get the flat cleaned up and tart the place up a bit. Needless to say
both myself and Keith were on the lookout for another Dave and Jerry, we
both had a taste for chicken. Keith had got himself a polaroid and apart
from having a lot of fun with it we really needed to experiment, we wanted
the fun to be even better fun ... we needed a number three or even a three
and four.

We'd just completed a duty weekend and the August Bank Holiday was coming
up so we had a four day break to look forward to and as Keith kept
bleating, we were chickenless. By the way since Copenhagen and his
'awakening' he'd turned into a right little sex maniac but I still loved
the skinny little sod. Of course we were still ultra cautious as far as the
Navy went and only two or three really close mates even knew we had a
flat. RN Barracks was so big and had such a massive population that people
tended not to get to know each other too well which helped.

Here we were on a Monday night, we couldn't go straight home as we had an
appointment, an appointment with a sofa bed. Between us we'd decided to
junk two old armchairs in the lounge, we had four for God's sake and settle
for a sofa bed instead. The reasoning here was that if we ever did click
with another couple it would save the shambles of four in a bed, anyway,
the armchairs were knackered. We'd agreed to meet a couple of mates that
Keith had met, young seamen who shared an old van, the idea was that they
helped us get the thing home and that I got to have a look at them. Keith
was sure that they were 'bent' as he put it but then again he thought
everyone was bent in some way or another anyway.

I think he had the hots for one of them or even both but I was strongly
advising him to be cautious, one foul up could be fatal. Who the hell were
they anyway, he'd only known them for a couple of day, they could be
anybody. Anyway, here we were ambling down to the second hand furniture
store where we were supposed to meet this Sam and Callum. No van no pickup
unless we could talk the owner into doing a delivery.

'There they are,' Keith pointed out this wreck of a van with two youngsters
leaning against the side, they saw him and gave a wave. They weren't bad
lookers as it happened, they were both slim blonde guys, or more properly
kids, they could have almost been brothers. They looked very young but then
again one of them had a driving licence. I think Keith had mentioned that
they were both Able Seaman so they had to be eighteen plus.

We were all in civvies so I supposed we looked like any other group of
young men about town other than the regulation haircuts.

'Here you go, Mick.' Keith did a casual introduction. 'Skinny Sam and just
as skinny Callum.'

'Cheeky prick.' I think that was Callum, Sam the other just grinned at me.

'Cheers guys, we appreciate the help.'

'No probs,' Sam gave me another smile, I was quite taken with him but back
to business. Of course I like skinny kids, I was married to Keith wasn't I?

The old boy in the shop had saved this massive thing which folded out to a
double bed in the back of the shop and we had quite an adventure getting it
out, through the shop and into the van but we got there in the end.

Sam and Callum got in the front, Keith and I perched in the back on our new
piece of furniture and we were on our way.

'Sam and Cal are looking for a place,' Keith called out including the two
up front in the conversation. 'Perhaps Telfer can help out.' Mr Telfer was
our landlord by the way and he had properties all over the place.

'Just about had enough of that barracks,' Callum spoke over his shoulder.

'You and me both,' Sam agreed trying to follow Keith's rather vague
directions.

I looked at them both or rather I looked at the back of their heads, there
was something about this two. I know Keith thought they were 'bent' as he
put it and fancied them but did he realise what I suspected ..... that they
were an item. It may not be obvious to other people but it stuck out like a
sore thumb to me ..... they were 'at it,' no doubt at all in my mind. It
was all in the looks they gave each other, the 'body language' which was a
new phrase at the time. Mind you I have been wrong before.

'Here we go,' Keith leaned over between the seats and pointed out the
house, I took the opportunity to grope his sweet little bottom. As I've
said it had been a long weekend, I was feeling a little bit randy.

'Oooh,' Keith jumped hitting his head on the metal roof.

'What's up,' Callum laughed.

'I just got groped,' Keith laughed.

I sank into the sofa in the half dark of the van. What a bloody thing to
say.

'Lucky old you,' Sam laughed. I looked up to meet his eyes in the interior
mirror. I wasn't certain but I'm sure he gave a brief wink.

We pulled in and all jumped out, time for removal man mode. Christ we had a
job getting that thing down the small steps and into the flat, the
armchairs were easy, we slung them out into the back garden, they'd do for
a bonfire. Finally we were all done and dusted as they say.

Keith gave them the briefest of tours whilst I made the tea, it was a bit
early for alcohol and it wasn't until we sat in a group just outside the
back door that I realised our mistake. Keith had shown them the bedroom. As
the spy novels would say; our cover was blown, would the other pair comment
on our solitary bed or not?

'Well you've got two decent beds now,' Sam looked at me with a wide grin on
his face.

'Yeah, it'll be handy if we have overnight guests,' Keith blithely
compounded our guilt.

'Yeah,' Callum said slowly giving his mate a meaningful look. 'Sorta place
we need, something like this,' Callum spoke to Keith but looked at me, I
suspected he had me down as the lead in our little setup. 'When to we get
to see this Telfer guy?'

'I'll phone him later if you like, maybe he'll pop around, he only lives a
few streets away.'

'Yeah, if you don't mind us hanging on.'

'No probs.'

I think it was around then that Keith made the move that made the night.

'I'll do some pics whilst we're all outside,' he jumped up like a little
kid. 'I've got a new camera,' he declared proudly and rushed off back into
the flat.

'You've just got the one bedroom?' Sam went on the attack straight away.

'Yeah.' I looked at him. 'Two bedroom flats are too expensive.'

'One bed's enough,' Callum grinned.

'Enough for me,' I replied cautiously.

'You and Keithy,' Sam corrected.

'Right,' I agreed as Keith reappeared brandishing his camera. 'Sit
together, come on girls.' he jumped about like an idiot. Grudgingly the
three of us shuffled together and I finished up between Sam and Callum.

'What are you two doing tonight?' I spoke to Sam and Callum, the glimmering
of an idea was drifting though my evil brain.

'Not a lot,' Sam replied. 'See this geyser Telfer if we can and go back to
barracks.

'No drinkies or anything?' Keith chipped in.

'Nah, we're skint,' Callum spoke for himself and his friend. 'Anyway, who
wants to go drinking every night, I'd settle for the home life.'

'Can't beat it,' I agreed. 'Second hand TV, clapped out old music box,
sweet girlfriend,' I made a playful grab at Keith and awaited the
response. I knew I was pushing my luck with complete strangers but nothing
ventured nothing gained. Anyway, I still had that feeling.

'Sod off,' Keith giggled and started on his master photographer bit, God
knows how much he spent on those bloody films. No wonder he could never
muster his half of the rent.

'Mmmm,' Sam looked at me as if he was on the verge of saying something but
I think he lacked the courage but Callum took the next step on the road to
perdition.

'People use those to do home porn,' he glanced at Keith and his camera.

'We'll have to try it,' I looked at Keith and he, of course, burst out
laughing. 'Of course we could take some of you and Callum road testing our
new bed,' I spoke to Sam.

Sam looked across at Callum, it was what I think they call a pregnant
pause. 'What? Are you inviting us to stay the night?'

'Why not? We can feed you.'

'Sounds good to me,' Callum spoke out. 'Gotta be better than sitting in
that dump,' he grinned at his partner, Sam.

'You're welcome.' I winked at Keith. If nothing at all happened at least
we'd repaid them for collecting the sofa bed.

'OK, then,' Callum looked at Sam again and I caught the sly wink, I think
Keith probably missed it, but after that I felt on much safer ground.

'If you're providing the sleeping for the night we'll do the supper,'
Callum spoke again. 'Is there a chippy nearby?'

'Just up the end of the street,' Keith said. 'Here I'll walk you up.'
Little tart, I could see he had the hots for the slightly larger of the two
young lookalikes. Suited me, it gave me a chance to have a chat to Sam.

'OK,' Cal stood and away they went.

'So, Sam. How old are you and your pal?'

'Both eighteen,' he gave me a nice smile. 'You couple?'

Couple, why not pair? Funny choice of word. 'I've just turned twenty and
Keith is coming on nineteen. You and Cal could be taken for brothers.'

'We often are,' Sam laughed. 'It's a good excuse.'

'For what?'

'Ah well, if you hang around with someone, share the cost of a van people
begin to think funny things, especially in the Navy.'

'Fuck what they think.'

'I bet you don't advertise that you share a flat with Keith to all the
bodies in the barracks, do you?'

'No,' I admitted.

'Especially if they asked you how many beds you had,' he smirked.

'No.'

'Don't worry about it, neither Cal nor I would grass you up.'

'Not if you're happy sharing a bed as well.' My turn to have a litle smirk.

'It would be a first for us,' he admitted.

'Have fun,' I grinned. 'Make the most of it, privacy's a bit hard come by
in the good old RN.'

'Mmmmm,' he looked at me warily. 'Are we on the same wavelength?'

'I hope so,' I laughed and got to my feet. 'Let's have a can, the others
shouldn't be too long.'

He trailed me into the kitchen. 'It'll be nice to sleep somewhere civilised
for a change.'

'With your pal.'

'That especially,' he grinned. 'Nice and cuddly.'

That was it, he'd said enough.

'Stay over the Bank Holiday and we could all get to know each other a
little bit better.'

'In what way?'

'As in mixed doubles.'

'Dunno if Cal would go for that,' he stood about a foot away and just
grinned at me.

I put my hands onto his waist and pulled his unresisting body closer. 'I
would.'

'So would I,' he reached down and I felt his hand fondle me through the
thick material of my trousers. 'I thought so,' he smiled with relief. As he
played with my half hard within my trousers I felt it stiffen as I pulled
him even closer and clasped his firm high riding bottom. Delicious.

'Woops,' he broke free with a subdued laugh as we heard the sound of the
flat door opening and voices, supper was here.

'Having fun,' Keith asked brightly as he came into the kitchen and the
smell of fresh fish and chips filled the room, the pointed glance directed
at my groin left no doubt what he was referring to. 'It's OK, Cal and I had
a chat on the way.'

'Good chat, I hope,' looking at Callum.

'Excellent,' Cal grinned. 'Keithy fancies my body.'

'He fancies everyone's body,' I laughed and dug some plates out. Things
seem to have sorted themselves out rather quickly.

As we sat around the kitchen table stuffing our meal and sipping lager
Callum 'came out' big time. He looked across at myself and then Keith and
quite conversationally started to say his bit.

'Sam and I have been friends for over a year now ..... how's about you two?
I mean close friends ..... you know what I mean?'

'Sleeping together,' I replied. God, the boy was trying, let's at least go
halfway. 'Keithy and I have been partners since our last trip on Hermes, to
Copenhagen.'

'Good place to start,' Sam laughed.

'You mean partners as in .......?' Cal looked at me.

'Lovers,' I came on a bit bluntly I suppose. Keith just sat there with his
normal idiot grin on his face.

'Good. Excellent.' Callum looked at Sam and grinned. 'We're safe.'

'Totally,' I confirmed. 'Until Keithy gets inside your knickers.'

'I'll stand for that,' Callum grinned. 'Unless Sam gets uptight.'

'Sam might have other things to occupy himself with,' Sam smiled at me.

'Wanna watch Micky and me do some porn tonight,' Keith offered. 'You can
take the pictures.'

What a complete fuckin' imbecile. I looked at him in disgust.

'Yeah,' Callum and Sam answered together before I could do a diplomatic
backtrack. I was going to complain that Keith was mentally subnormal but we
were Signallers, we were supposed to be smarter than Seamen.

'You do some over the weekend.' Keith had just saved his bacon, I had
intended to shoot him to death once I had him on his ownsome, slowly shoot
him to death, starting with his pride and joy.

'You've got a deal,' Callum looked at Sam as if for confirmation, Sam just
looked shellshocked.

'Fold the bed out, we'll do the exhibition here,' Keith jumped up like a
jack-in-the-box and started to flap about lke a wet hen, he grabbed Callum
and showed the guy how to use the polariod. 'You two can christen it again
later but we get first dibs because we bought it.'

'I bought the bloody bed,' I snapped at him. 'And fuckin' well calm down.'

'Shurrup,' Keith laughed. 'We get to do it with spectators.' The very idea
seemed to have brought him to the edge of climax, I could see his hardness
bulking at his groin.

'Use this,' Sam shyly offered a condom in a packet.

'Ah, we don't use 'em,' Keith wittered grabbing me in a bear's hug.

'We do tonight, baby. You've got to keep the audience sweet.'

'It's pink,' he squealed. 'I'm not using it.'

'That's sealed your fate lover boy,' I grabbed the condom from Sam and
before actually going to town told the boys to make themselves
comfortable. The show was about to begin. Keith and I stripped each other
ocassionally sucking one another's erections which was no novelty but doing
it with a pair of popeyed eighteen year olds watching most certainly
was. Needless to say we were both fully aroused and I felt hot eyes burning
holes in my flesh as I laid Keithy on the sofa bed and softly kissed him on
the lips.

'Relaxed now, baby?'

'Yeah,' he grinned at me. 'Exciting this, innit?'

'If you say so.'

'Yeah, I do,' he closed his eyes and returned the kiss with his sweet
tongue probing at my lips and then entering my mouth.

'Taking notes, you two?' His question came as a muffled giggle.

'Get on with it,' Callum's voice came out as a croak and I glanced over to
him and Sam with arms around each other watching us intently. I fleetingly
wondered if they'd gone the whole way and then dismissed it, that was their
concern and anyway, I should have thought the 'ultimate' was well to the
front of their minds tonight.

The next move brought gasps from the boys, I took hold of Keithy's rock
hard cock and slipped my mouth over the end which was nothing new but I
inserted one finger into his delightful pucker and started to finger fuck
him easing and relaxing his tight little ring. I sucked and stroked him
until he was a writhing mass, I was still vigorously finger fucking him
when he demanded the real thing.

'Use that red thing,' he croaked and lay on his back with a big grin on his
face.

I've never been fond of condoms but this one was oily and slipped on quite
helpfully.

'It's lubricated.' Sam provided helpfully.

'Sssssh and watch,' Callum whispered and I noticed that he was busy peeling
his friends shirt off, perhaps they were going to join in.

'Yeah, go on,' Keith whispered excitedly as I positioned my stiffness with
it's coating of slippery rubber against his pucker.

Another glance at the audience and they were looking at our naked bodies as
if mesmerised. I gave a gently push and virtually glided into Keith's now
familiar inner heat,

'Aaaah, God. That is so nice, Micky,' Keithy grinned at me grabbing me
around the neck brought me down for a gum numbing kiss. That was it, I
started to move my hips in and out slowly opening him up and sinking deeper
into his beautiful little boy's bum. So smooth and so tight, I loved that
little clown so bad.

We did it all ways for our selected audience, belly to belly, me on his
back, he sitting on me and ways I can't describe but the heat was building
as I plunged and lunged covered with the bloody awful pink or maybe red
condom. 'I gotta cum,' I finally gasped as sweaty drops flew into the air
and I glided in and out of my little lover.

'Don't waste it,' he giggled.

I knew what he meant, I withdrew and slipped the condom off and then
quickly finished off with a hand job.  I knelt between his legs and wanked
until I spurted my creamy cum over his belly and then went down on him and
when he was ready wanked him until he squirted and spurted his load over
his belly mixing it with my own cum.

I think he did it as a grand finale. He scooped up our joint cum on his
finger and slipped his cum covered finger into his mouth.

'Yeuchy,' Sam groaned in disgust.

'Why?' Keith grinned. 'Yummy, I love the taste of Micky and I love the
taste of me.'

'So I do.' I confirmed and backed him up by dropping my head and licking
his smooth belly clean. God, I loved the taste of my Keithy.

The other two had progressed but not much, they had their shirts off and
their trousers undone but that's as far as they'd gone. They were both very
clearly as hard as rocks and I thought it was time to leave them to it, it
was getting late anyway.

'I think it's time for bed,' I looked at Keith and I could see the want in
his eyes, he wanted a return match. 'I gotta look after my Keithy,' I spoke
to the other two. 'I think he wants to even the score.'

'What you do it to each other?' Sam looked suprised.

'Why not, we love each other,' I looked at them both. 'If you really love
someone you want to give pleasure as well as receive it.' There it was, I'd
done my sermonising. You've got to say what you think especially with
friends as these two were now.

'We've never gone the whole way before,' Callum said with a slight blush on
his handsome face. Do you mind if we.....'

'Feel safe. Feel free. Do exactly what you want to but remember that alarm
goes off at six and we leave at six thirty.'

'Yeah,' Keithy chipped in. 'Don't forget it's your turn over the weekend.'

'Maybe mixed doubles as well,' I looked at Sam and grinned.

'Maybe,' Sam laughed out loud. 'Depends what donkey dick does tonight.'

'Be happy, keep swinging,' Keithy turned for our bedroom. He'd make a great
hippy but they were ten to fifteen years into the future.

Being the first night free after a duty weekend Keith and myself went at it
like a pair of rabbits and then spent time crouched at the door listening
to our new chums. There were small noises but the giveaway was that we
heard the rythmic creak of secondhand sofa bed, it needed the attentions of
an oiling can.

'They're at it,' Keith grinned in the dark.

'I'm cuming,' I heard the faint voice from the other room, I don't know who
it was but that one short statement was enough for me.

'Come to bed, Keithy. Leave them alone.'

'Aaaw.'

The next morning Callum and Sam were very quiet and I just prayed that
Keithy didn't put his foot in it but he was remarkably restrained, for
him. It wasn't until we were driving back to Barracks that Callum spoke
from the front of the van.

'We did it last night. Our first time.' I glanced up, his neck was bright
red.

'No worries,' I said. 'Stay whenever you like only a nominal rent.'

'What sort of rent?' Sam craned his head around with a broad grin on his
face.

'A bit of wife swopping maybe.'

'A bit of hubby swopping he means,' Keith cackled. Trust him.

'Bears thinking about,' Sam laughed out loud. 'We've got the duty tonight
but we have the Bank Holiday weekend free.'

'So have we,' Keith glanced at me as if asking a question. Dopey prat, he
knew the way my mind worked.

'We can introduce you to Telfer over the weekend,' I added.

'And we can have loads of sex.' Keith certainly knew how to pile it on. No
response from the front of the van but I knew they were willing. One night
of boy on boy and they were hooked.

It was a boring and dreary week, it never seemed to stop drizzling and we
both wondered if our two new friends had deserted us, there was no sign of
Sam and Callum although they were in another mess a floor above but the
battered old van was still in the car park.

Friday came around and after three o'clock in the afternoon the Barracks
was in an uproar. Over half the complement would be away for the Bank
Holiday and the place would be virtually deserted.

'I saw Sam and Cal lunchtime,' Keith spoke as they changed into their
civvies.

'Now he tells me,' I looked at Keithy in exasperation. 'So, what's the
score?'

'We book out and they'll be waiting outside the Main Gate.'

'Thank Christ for that, I thought they might have had second thoughts..'

'No sweat,' Keith laughed. 'Cal want's my body, he pops a stiffy every time
I talk to him.'

'Slut.'

'Super slut.' Keith stood up and examined himself. 'Pretty as a
picture. All ashore who's going ashore.'

'More like abandon ship with you. Women and children first,' I grinned at
him. 'Come on let's go. We've got lovers waiting.' Of course the last bit
was in a whisper it didn't do to advertise.

Sure enough Callum and Sam were waiting for us and Sam hopped out and slid
open the side door as we approached. 'Cal says do we need to get any
shopping?'

'Nah,' I looked at his sweet face and gave him a wink. 'We can pick up a
few bottles later if we feel the need.'

'I gotta need,' he blatantly looked downwards at the region of my groin, I
knew exactly what he was talking about, still, no rush, we weren't due back
in Barracks until Tuesday morning.

'Later, babes,' I gave him a grin and clambered into the van, I heard
Keithy behind me say something that sounded like 'tart' but I ignored
him. If I had a night with Sam and a night with Callum I still had two
nights left for Keith, it looked like a momentous weekend coming up, thank
God for Bank Holidays.

We got home and tumbled out leaving the van outside the front door, I
shouldn't think anyone would want to nick it but you never knew. Keithy was
in his chef mode and aided and assisted by Cal he prepared the four of us a
meal. Be fair, neither of them were cooks so we got what we got, canned
this and canned that, the main thing was it filled a hole gastronomically
speaking that is. Hopefully the more physical hole filling was going to
happen later.

'What's on the box?' Keithy asked as we were into cleaning up, it had come
around to seven in the evening which was a bit early for going to bed.

'Loada crap,' I replied. This was the leadup to the master plan. Now get
this straight, Keith and I had discussed this as a tester of our new chum's
willingness if you like, or maybe just a way to get the ball rolling.

'I know,' Keithy looked like Mr Bright Spark. 'Lets get some cans and we
can have a mess about with the camera.'

'What do you mean? Mess around,' Cal was suspicious. Sam had a broad grin
on his face, I suspect he was ready and probably reading Keithy and myself
like an open book.

'We have a drink,' Keith explained. 'Then you and Sam can take some
pictures of Micky and myself, after that we take pictures of you and Sam
getting it on.'

'Getting it on?' Sam laughed. 'What does that mean.'

'Shagging,' he means Cal smiled. 'Our Keithy's after some dirty pictures.'

'Some for youse and some for us,' Keithy wheedled. 'Then we all know what
we're getting.'

'You still on about this partner swopping bit?' This was Sam.

'Up to you,' I stepped in. 'We've got a long weekend, lets have some fun.'

''OK,' Cal decided after a glance at his mate. 'We'll walk up and get some
booze. When we come back we'll do some of Keithy by himself ..... seeing
he's the bright boy with all the ideas.'

'I don't mind,' Keithy laughed. 'You just want to see what you're getting
for breakfast, Cal my man.'

'Midnight feast as it happens,' Cal laughed. 'Come on. Sam. Let's go and
get some drinks, then we can unwind a bit.'

As they left with promises to back as soon as they could I looked at Keith
and laughed. 'I didn't really think they'd go for it.'

'Of course they would,' Keithy grinned. 'They're just being cautious in
case we do the dirty on them, they want us on film first then they'll let
their hair down a bit.'

'I'll take your word for it, sweets,' I grabbed him and we shared a
kiss. 'Sam for me, Cal for you.'

'I think that's understood,' he gave me a quick feel. 'I get a bit of a
buzz being nude in front of a camera.'

'Especially doing the dirty.'

'Yeah,' he laughed. 'Especially doing that.'

We were on the old sofa bed having a gentle kiss and watching some absolute
crap on the idiot box when out two lodgers returned bearing a box and a
couple of carrier bags with more than enough drinks to really loosen up. We
sat and had a couple of drinks and watched the rubbish until Keith shot off
and returned with his polaroid, he'd also borrowed an old SLR off of a
friend who was willing to develop dodgy pictures. God knows where he meets
these people but I didn't ask. We spent a busy ten minutes or so with Keith
doing most of the talking and demonstrating and then we were about ready to
go.

'Drop 'em, Keithy,' I grinned and waved the camera around. 'We'll do some
nice pinup typed stuff.

'Some hardons,' Cal grinned.

'Some spunkies,' Sam chortled. Amazing what a couple of cans of cheep beer
can do.

'All right then,' Keith stood and gave a small bow and then he was off. Sam
and Callum were surprised at his performance. Bugger me, I was
surprised. Talk about show it all, he did the stiffy bit, with a grin for
Callum he flashed his pucker and in the end sat down totally naked as if
nothing had happened. Callum's eyes were out on stalks and Sam was just
about dribbling.

'Get your clothes on, Keith,' I told him and started to rearranged the
furniture.

'What's wrong?' He looked like a little kid who'd had a slap and then I
realised, he thought I that I was annoyed. I wasn't annoyed, I was as hard
as a rock, I needed it or rather I needed his sweet body.

'We do it from dressed to naked and then to sex,' I explained to mollify
him. These two should go first really,' I added for their benefit.

'Yeah, but they can take notes this time because they've got to do the
same,' he looked at the others with his eyebrows raised. 'Yeah, guys?'

'Get on with it,' Callum squirmed in his seat and draped his arm around
sweet Sam's shoulders.

'Come on sweetnuts, we're stars,' I handed both cameras to out guests.

 'I gotcha a present.' he handed me a small packet.

'A condom,' I ripped the thing out of it's foil. 'Another bloody red
condom.'

'It looks good in the pictures, it felt good last time,' he looked so eager
and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

'I'm taking it off when I want to cum,' I warned.

'Of course.' The little tart almost simpered. 'It's lubed, it'll be a great
crack.'

'You're always a great crack,' I watched him get dressed and then we sat
down. The show was on.

I told the other two that the plot was that we met and we get into sex,
what a plot, eh! Anyway, that's how it was, we started off dressed and
finished up naked ..... what a surprise. I gave Keithy a blow and then he
did me complete with the silly red condom I might add. I soon got pissed
off with this and popped his bottom (our private little love talk), now is
that sad? Hey, give us a chance we're young lovers, we're entitled to act
like cretins. I was lost in the pleasure of his tight little arse, bum in
the air, on his side and then back to the old full frontal with the legs in
the air.

I think Sam and Callum were just about cuming in their knickers at the end
when I removed the condom and spunked on Keithy's belly. I then blew him
and wanked him off so he splatted onto his own belly. No wonder he's got
perfect skin, he has a cum massage every now and then. Try it, it's good,
especially someone elses. The visitors were still clicking away but I told
them to hold off ..... we needed a drink. Sam jumped over and gave Keithy's
shrunken dicky a swift lick much to his partner's disgust but I thought it
was brilliant, the barriers between us were coming down. By the end of the
night we could be a pretty good quartet.

Role changing took place around eleven, the idea as I explained to them was
the same. Hubby home from the wars as I had an old uniform jacket I wanted
to use and Cal took this as he reckoned he was the dominant. I nearly said
domatrix but I was a bit uncertain how he'd take it. They did well. This
was the first time we saw them naked and they were both similar in build,
even down to the haircuts, Cal was probably the slightly heavier of the
two. I popped another stiffy as soon as I saw Sam's long uncircumcised cock
and his tight little arse. I knew Cal was going to open him up for me first
but I didn't mind. We could have a lie in tomorrow.

They did the same as we did. No condoms with these two and no gymnastics
with the sex, just a frontal fuck but they both cum on each other as a
matter of course. Eventually it was all over and the four of us sat around
naked having a last can of beer.

'What time we getting up?' I love Keithy, he's so practicable.

'After I've given Sam lot's of babies,' I grinned.

'I'm not adopting your little bastards,' Cal sniggered and patted the edge
of the sofa bed, Keithy was over there like a shot. I contented myself by
wrapping my arm around Sam's smooth shoulders as he came across to
me. There you go, the swop was done. As the senior partner I claimed the
bed for myself and Sam, they could have the sofa bed. And yes, we had oiled
the bloody thing.

'God, I'm so tired,' Keithy flung his arms in the air and gave a dramatic
yawn.

'Not too tired, I hope,' Cal laughed and bore my baby back onto the sofa
and attacked his nipples.

I looked at Sam, time to go I suspected.

'Night boys,' I grabbed Sam's hand and towed him in to the bedroom and shut
the door.

'Here we are,' he said unnecessarily. 'Just we too.'

'Yeah,' I agreed and bore him onto the bed (that sounded good). We had a
nice smooch and we were both as hard as little chocolate frogs in spite of
our earlier exertions.

'How long have you and Keith......'

'Don't talk,' I pressed a finger on his sweet lips. I removed my finger and
kissed him, the next thing I knew was that our tongues were having a fine
time of it exploring each others mouths, it got quite passionate until it
got to much for me, I couldn't stop myself. I kissed down his body and took
his fine erection into my mouth tasting and slurping at his shiny glans and
then taking as much of it as I could deep into my throat.

'I'll cum in a minute,' he smiled down at me lifting my head. 'Pretend I'm
Keithy,' he promptly rolled onto his belly offering me his fine bum.

'You're Sam not Keithy but that doesn't matter.' I whispered as I nuzzled
the back of his smooth neck and got my legs between his legs. I wasn't
worried about lube, he's already had Cal banging ten bells out of his
bottom, he should be relaxed enough and he was. I pushed against his
spincter and I was in. He gave a little groan and pushed up onto me. he was
good at it, every time I thrust in hard and deep he pushed back onto me, we
got a good rythm going and he seemed to enjoy it. Callum had got himself a
good boy. I pounded away at his sweet butt until I felt the familiar
tightness and heat down below and then with my own little groan spurted a
super cum up into his tight little white arse.

'Hey, that's good,' he sighed with contentment and wriggled on my softening
penis. 'Cal can do it twice on the trot,' he giggled into the pillow.

'So can Micky but he's knackered,' I kissed the back of his sweaty
neck. 'Do me and we'll have another go in the morning, sweety.'

'Sex maniac,' he grinned over his shoulder as I slid free and then pushed
me onto my back, he wasn't such a bottom as I thought he was. Got it wrong
again.

I lay on my back and he knelt between my legs with a predator's grin as I
folded my knees upto my chest.

He bent forward to kiss me and I could feel his slippery glans brush
against my pucker and then a gently push. Keith hadn't broached me in the
evening and it jerked a bit but he was in and fucking before I had time to
realise it. I pressed my legs onto his sweaty back and held him tightly as
he fucked away. For a kid I thought was a bottom I was surprised. He fucked
well, in fact he was a bit more enthusiastic than Keith but I wasn't going
to tell him that, Keithy was my lover after all ..... for better or for
worse as they say.

He slowed down at the end and it got a bit more loving than lustful and
when he finally came it was a good one,' I clamped my buns on his throbbing
meat and enjoyed the heat and warmth as his spunk splashed up into my
belly. Yeah, our Sam was a pretty good fucker, Keith was going to enjoy
himself on the Saturday and I was going to find out what Callum was like.

That was a great weekend. The following week we lined the boys up with
Telfer who offered them the flat above ours, needless to say they jumped at
it. We had a pretty good relationship with Sam and Callum for six months
until Keithy and myself were drafted or posted upto the the Main Signal
School in Hampshire. Unfortunately, we were sent to different ships after
that but we kept in touch with very discreet letters, we were due to be
discharged six years hence at that stage myself being eight or nine months
ahead of Keith.

We never served on the same ship again but we never lost track of each
other, love truly conquers all. I had my own little adventures and I'm
quite sure Keithy did as well. let's face it hormones tend to have a life
of their own.

If you're looking for a sad ending too bad. Neither of us drown at sea,
neither of us got run over. I met Keith at the Barracks gate when he came
out and we lived happily ever after.

Well not quite. We worked for a bit and eventually moved to Brighton, we
rented a small shop and went into videos which were the up and coming thing
at the time, everyone in the world was at it but we were successful and we
prospered. Sounds easy but it wasn't, it was a lot of hard work and hungry
nights but we had each other. We've had many boys and youths between us and
sometimes they stay for a while but we've remained true lovers and partners
until now. Funnily enough throughout our ups and downs we always kept
contact with Sam who in his turn kept in touch with Callum. They finished
up in Portsmouth doing what they do and they're coming down next
weekend. They still sound as mad as hatters on the phone. God knows what
they'll be like in the flesh, Keithy and myself calculated that at this
moment in time and space we're just about ten years on from our original
dirty weekend but we'll see.

A grand reunion of the old boys, should be fun, both Keithy and myself are
looking forward to it. We might even let the two sixteen year old darlings
we employ in the shop look after it for the weekend. We might even
introduce them to Sam and Cal but you've got to keep some of the goodies
for yourself, especially our two sixteen year old's scruffy fifteen year
old mates.

Running a video store isn't all hard work.



						THE END
						THE END
						THE END


I think I've flogged this one to death and this is the final Chapter. I
enjoyed writing it as it took me back to far better times ..... but we all
get older.

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