Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 22:45:14 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Sheepy - Part 2

THIS STORY IS HOMOSEXUAL IN NATURE.
IT DEPICTS SEX ACT BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES.
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SHEEPY

Part 2

by

G. Cutter


I got through the weekend without any sighting of Matthew which
disappointed me as I'd been plotting and planning as to where we could hide
away around the Clubhouse and have a bit of nooky, the best choice seemed
to be the back of my van and I didn't think Matt would go for that.

I saw Andy both later on Saturday and again on the Sunday but still no
Matthew. I wanted to ask Andrew but didn't, I didn't want to feed his
suspicions, after all, unless he'd spoken to Matt and Matt had spilled the
beans he would only have been guessing.

I finally got a phone call on the Wednesday evening, it was Matthew and his
parents had grounded him for the week, apparently news of the class party
had got back, I just wondered who'd grassed him up as there was no-one
there except for the kids, one of them must be a sneaky.

Anyway, he told me he would be up the Club on Saturday and 'wouldn't it be
nice' if we could get together. I told him that there were certain
practicable difficulties and he got a bit sulky. This kid was giving me a
hard time, I didn't want to hurt him, I didn't even want to discourage him
but he had to realise work came first and sex with a fifteen year old boy
wasn't something he or I wanted to advertise. I had a long chat on the
phone and I think the message began to sink in.

'How did you like, Andy?'

'He seems alright,' I thought a bit. 'When did you see him?'

'Last night, I'm gated not him,' Matt laughed. 'We had wankies,' he added
in a whisper.

'Really.' I was at a loss for words. Beauty and the Beast. I quickly
banished the thought, Matthew was to good to think shit comments like that
about.

'Do you wankies often?'

'As often as poss.'. Matt shrieked with laughter until I heard some one
telling him to keep it down, it sounded like Dad.

'Right.' The conversation was running out of steam.

'Miss you,' Matt whispered, did I detect a quiver in his voice. Apart from
having a split personality I was beginning to think he may be a bit
emotional as well.

'Miss you too, Sheepy boy.'

'Are we going to do it again?' His voice was barely audible.

'Yes we are, no doubt about it,' I replied. I wanted him, he wanted me,
where was the harm? Christ, he was fifteen coming on sixteen and I was
nineteen, I wasn't fuckin' fifty.

'Excellent,' he chortled. 'Catch you later,' he put the phone down.

The weekend came around again as weekends do. This time I was up the Club
for around ten o'clock in time to see Matthew and Andy roll up in some
guy's car, he looked a lot like Andy so I assumed it was the boy's Dad.

Matthew made a beeline for me with a big grin on his ugly face, I thought
he was going to jump on me and kiss me. Andy hovered with an uncomfortable
smile on his face.

'Christ, am I glad to see you,' Matt babbled on. 'They imprisoned me for a
whole week.'

'What he means is that he had to stay in the house for five days,' Andy put
in.

'Thanks for the translation, Andy,' I said dryly. 'Sheepy gets a bit
emotive.'

'He doesn't like being called Sheepy.' Andy again.

'I don't mind Mick calling me Sheepy,' Matthew contradicted him.  'It's a
sorta pet name.'

'Gawd.' I think Andy and myself groaned at the same time. I think if there
was any secrets between the three of us the veil had been lifted. As they
say on the TV, Sheepy had blown our cover but Andy didn't seem to care.

'I'd keep it to yourself, pal,' he spoke to Matthew and gave me a friendly
smile. Things were looking up.

'Oh yeah,' Matt was off again. 'My Dad's OK with the painting plan over the
Bank Holiday, dunno about Andy's rents.'

'They're a bit iffy but they'll come round,' Andy looked at me and gave a
slight wink. 'Somebody's gotta cover Matt's back.'

'Don't cover it too close, you might get in the way..........'

'Shurrup, Matt,' I snapped he was going to get us in trouble. Even if Andy
was OK with all this God knows who could overhear, Matt wasn't the quietest
person in the world. 'Shouldn't you two be out there training or
something.'

'Come on, Matt,' Andy scowled at me, Matthew was showing signs of doing a
weepy again. How the hell did I get into this mess with these fuckin'
teenagers.

Anyway, the day passed. The boys came in at lunchtime and had a couple of
Cokes and basically gave me a blank although Andy did come over just before
his Dad picked them up.

'Matt said he's sorry,' he looked at me calmly. 'He doesn't mean it you
know, he opens his mouth before he puts his brain in gear.'

'I know, Andy,' I looked at him. 'Tell him to call me sooner or later.'

'Don't you want to tell him you love him,' Andy whispered and he was deadly
serious.

'I can't do that, it wouldn't be right.'

'You shit.' Andy snarled and stormed off.

Fuckin' Nora. This was not my day. I submerged myself in Bar work, I had to
get these two out of my mind otherwise I'd be a gibbering wreck.

Sunday was a nothing day, the boys weren't around and all I wanted to do
was to go home, get on the outside of a couple of cans. A couple of the
regular guys commented on how down I looked and the rest treated me as a
lump of furniture. What's new, Barmen get treated that way. The only time
anyone in a Club talks to a Barman is when they want a tab.

Monday came and went .

Tuesday came and wenrt.

Wednesday was one of my working days, I went up to the Club and saw the
Brewerery order in and gave the place a good clean up. I got home around
five and settled indoors, a couple of cans, something to eat and a dose of
crap TV ... seemed to be the strory of my life. I wondered what had
happened to Matthew but I daren't call him. I didn't know what was going on
between him and Andy. I was running on nerves.

It was probably about eight that the doorbell rang and I answered it.  To
my surprise it was Andy.

'Where's Sheepy?' I tried to look around him.

'Don't worry about fuckin' Sheepy, I wanna talk to you.'

'Do you.' I wasn't in the best humour and to see this kid on my doorstep
giving me the big 'I am' was stretching my patience to put it mildly.
'Tell you something, kid. You may be a big boy but you ain't that fucking
big.'

'Please.' Suddenly he was contrite.  'Can I come in?'

'If you want to,' I was less than gracious.

He came in and sat in one of my clapped out old armchairs in front of the
TV which I promptly turned off.

'Don't I get a drink or something?'

I'd give him one thing, he wastn't backward. I gave him the offer of two
cans ... a Newcastle or a Coke.

'Newcastle please.'

'So what's on your mind, Andy,' I gave him the can and settled down into
the twin armchair. How'd you know where I live?'

'Your Sheepy,' he grinned.

'And?'

'He loves you, you know.'

'What are you, his go between or something,' I snorted. 'Matthew and myself
are OK, we don't need a third party pooper.'

'He said you fancied me.'

'He talks a load of shit.' I looked at him, what the fuck was his
angle. Sheepy was mine. I didn't want to cross swords with a schooly but if
I had to I would.

'No he doesn't, Mick.' Andy had regained his cool which I was rapidly
losing. 'He told me everything you two did, blow by blow as it were.' His
grin got wider. 'There is a difference between a long time friend and a
recent lover.'

'You're saying he's talking about me like a conquest?'

'Nah,' he laughed. 'Matt loves you. I'm his best friend and I don't want to
see him get hurt. All I wanna do his see him looked after, I don't want to
see him shit on.'

'I wouldn't do that.'

'But you don't love him?'

'No.'

'You really are a shit,' he smiled taking away the offence. 'You love
somebody else ... is that it?'

'Could be, why should I tell you?'

'I dunno.' He finally sounded like the fifteen year old he was. He'd got so
far on his friend's behalf an now he was stuck.

'End of conversation.' I smiled. I wasn't happy but I smiled.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I finally broke the deathly
hush. Time to try and set the record straight. I knew everything I said
would get back to Matthew anyway.

'The problem I have with Sheepy is that I nearly love him and that isn't
enough. I'd never hurt him, I'd never let him down. I just want him to find
a good partner and I'd be a fuckin' bridesmade.' I looked at Andy and I
wanted him. Poor ol' Sheepy moved onto the back burner but Andy was the boy
for me, I just knew it in my bones.

'What. You love someone else or you've got the hots for someone?' The
atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

'Dunno,' I was beginning to revert to their language, the language of a
fifteen year old.

'Matthew told you that he'd fancied you for yonks,' Andy spoke calmly.

'Yeah.'

'What he forget to tell you was that we work as a team,' Andy looked at
me. 'I've fancied you for yonks as well.'

'I must be popular.' I'd sensed it was coming but didn't want to pre-emp
it, I didn't want to lead, let Andy say his bit.

'If I said that I'd sorted my parents for a night out, what would you say,'
Andy looked at me with his incredible grey eyes. 'If I said I was a vigin
apart from wankies with Matthew and if I said I really want to get it on
with you what would you say,' He looked at me and suddenly he had stopped
being Mr Cool he'd started to be a another fifteen year old Sheepy, another
confused lad, his vunerability was showing through. But he was bold, I'd
give him that. Saying what he'd just said took some courage

'I'd say; think about what you're saying, Andrew.'

'You used my full name.'

.Must be love.' I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was saying
all this to a fuckin' schoolkid ... for Christ's sake.

'I want you,' he flushed and looked at the floor,' Do you want me?' he
asked in a very small voice.

'You know I do.'

'Thank Gawd for that,' he smiled albeit shyly. 'Do you want sex or
cuddles.' God he was so fucking innocent. All the Big Man, all the Sheepy
Protector and he was little more than a boy.

'I wanna go to bed with you and see where we finish up.'

I didn't grab him or stick my tongue down his throat, he was another
Sheepy, another kid, he just wanted a kiss and a cuddle ... we could take
it from there, we had all the time in the world.

'Can we talk for a bit?'

'We sure can.' I rose and looked at him. 'Another can and we'd better think
about bed.'

'Pushy, already,' he laughed and this time I sensed it was with some
relief, he'd made his move, he'd made his statement, now all he had to do
was the ultimate.  Wankies were a thing of the past. In the language of the
teenager ... this was the biz.

'How do you feel about Matthew,' I handed him another can.

'I love him,' he grinned, 'Like a brother.'

'No more?'

'Maybe ... probably.' He seemed a bit at a loss for words. He recovered
quickly. 'Who do you really like, Mick? Do you love someone or do you just
not love Matthew.'

I had to think about that one. It was far to early to declare my love for
Andy, we barely knew each other and with Matthew it was difficult. It would
be very easy to say that I loved the kid but where would that leave me in
any future relationships. I wasn't the sort of person who could use the
love word and then abuse it. If I said I loved someone I had to mean
it. Life was so fuckin' difficult at times.

'I think I love Matthew but not one hundred percent,' I looked at
Andy. 'This is fuckin' hard for me, Andy. I want Matthew and I want you as
well, I don't want to have to make a choice, I don't want to lose Matthew,
I don't want to lose you.'

Andy sipped his beer and just looked at me with the slightest of smiles on
his handsome face.

'You're fucked aintcha?'

'Somewhat.'

'Listen, Mick.'

I listened.

'I don't mind sharing and Matthew doesn't,' he grinned. 'If you've got
enough love in you, you can love us both.'

'That's very simple to say.'

'Go for it.' He semed to make a decision. 'Phone up Matthew, tell him you
love him. Then tell him you're going to bed with me.'

'I can't do that.' What was it with this kid, was he mad.

Before I could stop him he picked my phone up and dialed, I just looked on,
things were spiralling out of control.

'Hello, Matty. I'm with Mick, he wants to say something to you.' I listened
on in disbelief, I took the phone from him in shock.

'Hi, Micky.' It was my Sheepy.

'Hi, kid.' I didn't know what else to say.

'You doing Andy tonight?' He talked like he was discussing a bit of
decorating or carpentry.

'I hope so,' I looked at Andy and he was sitting with a shit eating grin on
his face. I just felt like the shit bit.

'But you still love me?' Sheepy's voice had dropped.

'Yeah.'

'I love you too,' Sheepy whispered. 'Tell me again.'

'I love you, Sheepy.' I could feel my face turn crimson as I said it, I
glanced across at Andy and he gave me a thumbs up of all things.

'You've made my day.' Sheepy sounded almost to be in tears. 'Have fun, I'll
dream of you. See you in a couple of days.' The phone went down.

'Jeez,' I expelled air. There I'd said it for the first time. I'd actually
commited myself to someone and the someone was a fifteen year old boy who's
mate was sitting opposite waiting to go to bed with me. I could break
Sheepy's little heart and I couldn't do that, I wasn't that much of a shit.

'Bet he's pleased,' Andy spoke again and took another sip of his can.

'I can't understand you two.'

'I told you we were like brothers, we share everything.'

'Even boyfriends?'

'We haven't got boyfriends,' Andy stared at me with his grey eyes. 'We have
you and only you.'

'Listen,' I was still a bit confused about these two. 'Sheepy and myself
hit it off in bed, we got on OK. How do you know that you and I'll be the
same.'

'We'll do alright,' Andy smiled. 'If you can make Matty happy in bed you
can do the same for me.'

There was no answer to that.

Time was up I finished off my drink and placed it on the table.

'Would you like another drink?'

'No thank you,' he looked at me with a slight smile on his clean cut face,
no zits on this kid. 'Is it bedtime yet?'

'Well, it's only nine thirty but I wouldn't mind an early night.'

'With me,' his voice had dropped to a whisper.

'Yes, Andy. With you.' I stood up and took his hand and drew him to his
feet. He looked at me steadily and I tilted my head and kissed him on the
lips.

'Aaah,' he sighed and pressed closer I could feel his hardness pressing
against mine.I kissed him again harder this time and ran my tongue across
his lips, they parted to allow my slippery tongue to meet his for the first
time.

I turned the light off as we left the room, I wanted this handsome boy
naked and I wanted him in my bed. I wanted to make love to him all night
long and from his hardness I felt he probably had the same kind of thoughts
going through his head.

The only light in the bedroom was the dim bedside light and we slowly
undressed each other until we kissed again this time only in boxers with
our cocks just waiting to be freed.

'Bed,' he muttered and pulled me down. I slipped my hands into the back of
his boxers and fondled his tight boy bum. Jesus, he was bigger than Matthew
but his buns were just as small and just as firm, buns made to be used and
loved.

'You are gorgeous,' I whispered nibbling at his dark pink nipples and
sliding down his pants freeing his erection.

'So are you,' he reached in and grasped my firm flesh. 'Wow, that's a
biggy,' he giggled and worked the loose skin to and from. How the hell did
Matthew take that.'

'With a deal of pleasure as I recall,' I grinned. 'Mind you he gave as good
as he got, if you know what I mean.'

'I know,' he laughed and squirmed as my fingers probed between his tight
cheeks. 'Aah,' he flinched as I prodded at his sphincter and my finger
entered his heat. 'This is too much,' he opened his legs wider allowing me
full access to his pucker. 'All the way,' he groaned as I moved my finger
in and out sheathing it into the knuckle.

'Have you got some of that stuff Matthew talked about, the stuff in the
blue tube.' He rolled onto his belly and parting his legs looked over his
shoulder. 'Oil me up a bit and do it straight away before I wimp out.'

'Not scared are you,' I kissed one firm white globe and then the other.

'Yeah, a bit,' he admitted and then gasped as I slid across him and found
the KY still under the pillow from the last time.

I smeared some on his pucker and some on my stiffness. This kid was ready
for it and so was I, I hadn't got time for the drawn out foreplay, I just
wanted to fuck him.  That gave me food for thought, I felt I wanted to fuck
Andy but I wanted to make love to Sheepy. I'd have to give this some
thought later when I was on my own.

'Do it,' he groaned as I worked two oily fingers in and out of his bum. 'Do
it,' he forced his hips up to meet my thrusts.

I did. I gently slipped my fingers free and positioned my weeping glans at
his boy pussy and slowly but firmly entered his tightly hot white flesh
with a firm downwards thrust.

'Jeez,' he bucked under me and he clutched the pillow. 'That hurt.'

'Just relax and push out, I won't move, I'll stay still.' I could feel his
hot insides clamped around my hardness, he needed to relax just a bit.

Moments later he pushed up gently again, he was ready.

'You alright?'

'Go for it, Micky.' He sounded just like Sheepy, he felt like Sheepy,
Sheepy felt better. Now where did that thought come from ... talk about
bloody confused, my head was spinning. I gave up and started to move my
hips up and down sinking deeper and deeper into his delicious love
tunnel. He groaned and pushed up onto my thrusts, we were getting there.

'Harder,' he muttered as I bottomed out and my oily pubics pressed against
his flawless white cheeks.

'Here we go. lover boy.' I upped a gear and started to move faster taking
him on a real ride. If this was his first time and I believed it was , I'd
give him something to discuss with his mate, they could compare notes.

'Stop, stop,' he writhed about and I felt my erection slipping from his
body.

'Shit, Andy. What the fuck's up. I thought .......'

'From the front,' he rolled over and held his knees to his chest, his oil
smeared pucker invited me back. 'Do me now, I want to see you when you
come.'

Christ. This was like Sheepy revisited.

I nudged upto his raised thighs and slipped in again but this time there
was no fucking about. I fed him the complete seven inches and started to
fuck. I gazed into his grey eyes and he stared back as I plunged and lunged
deeper and harder into his tight little boy fanny.

'Come in me, come ........' His back arched as without him even touching it
his own cock spurted and splattered a massive white, creamy explosion of
spunk onto his belly and even as far as his chin. He didn't even touch the
thing. Totally amazing.

I felt my balls lift up to my belly and the familiar hot surge.

'I'm cumming, I'm cumming ,' I rammed into his tight tunnel for the last
time as I felt my dick jerk and jet red hot spurt after spurt into his
body. Andy had got his wish, he'd been well and truly fucked and we still
had the rest of the night.

'Wicked,' Andy clamped his bottom and wriggled on my hardness now slowly
slipping free. 'Gawd, that was amazing,' he hugged me tightly and our
bellies sandwiched his cum, we slipped together like a pair of eels. 'Now I
know what Matthew meant.'

'What did he say then,' I collapsed alongside him and we cuddled.

'He said you were a fantastic fuck,' Andy laughed and to be fair so did
I. I never thought I was anything special but if I could keep a couple of
randy fifteen year olds happy, I must have something.

'What about this decorating weekend then?' I looked at Andy. 'Is it a
runner?'

'All fixed,' Andy grinned. 'You get two kids to look after. Two lovers to
satisfy.'

'Yeah, well I'm not a performing seal. I wanna see you and Matthew do it
together.'

'We don't do that, we've never done the whole biz together,' Andy looked at
me like I'd lit the fire with Father Christmas stuck in the chimney.

'First time for everything,' I grinned. 'No deal else.'

'Dunno what Matthew will say.'

'We'll find out, won't we,' I grinned at him and fondled his spunk coated
dick. 'You popped a bit early.'

'Yeah, I've never done that before.'

'As I said, there's a first time for everything.'

'Yeah.'

'Like this,' I pushed him onto his side and snuggled up against his warm
bottom. 'Like this,' I gave a sudden push and my reawakened penis smoothly
slid through his slippery ring, deep back into his tight warmth.

'Jeez, you are a monster.'he laughed softly and pushed back onto my renewed
thrusts. We were back in business.

I made love to him a further two times after that, a personal record of
four. He did me twice in addition to his remarkable hands free effort. To
say we were shagged would be an understatement. In the cold light of day
the place stunk like a brothel, the bed was a shambles and we were walking
shipwrecks. It was great.

We saw Matthew at the Club later in the day and he just walked upto us and
smiled.

'Have fun, children?' Cheeky sod he was.

'Your turn'll come,' I threatened, he just gave me a cheesy grin.

'Probs with the decorating weekend, Matthew,' Andy whispered looking around
to see that nobody was earwigging.

'Why?' Matthews face dropped.

'Mick wants us to do each other.'

'I've got no problem with that,' Matthew shrugged and grinned. 'He's got a
nice bum hasn't he?' He spoke to me as if Andy wasn't there.

'Better than most.'

'Matthew,' Andy was shocked, his long time wanking buddy wanted his body.

'If I've got to look after two randy schoolies, you've each got to look
after a schooly and a randy barman'

'A true menage a trois,' Matthew grinned. 'I'll go for it.'

I looked at Andy.

'Ditto.'

'The Three Musketeers,' I placed my hand on the table.

'One for all ....' Matthew placed his hand atop mine.

'.... and all for one,' Andy giggled and laid his hand on top of Matthew's.

'Gawd,' Matthew laughed. 'Roll on the Bank Holiday.'

'A week to go,' I informed them. Get some practice in boys, I've got to do
some work.

The week wore on, one night Andy came around on his own and we had sex. The
following night Matthew came around and we had sex all night. I was
beginning to think this three way was alright but I still had nagging
doubts. Which one did I love the most for some reason I always came back to
my Sheepy rather than the overly handsome Andy. Sheepy, Matthew that is was
a lover in every way, Andy a little less so. I was confused and the Bank
Holiday was nearly on us.

The boys turned up bright and early on the Sunday as they'd decided Sunday
was enough in the way of work and they would play the Bank Holiday Monday
'by ear' as they put it. I had the funny idea that they wanted to earn some
cash on the Sunday and lay in bed all day Monday but I didn't mind that too
much.

Much to their discomfort the opposition cried off the Sunday afternoon
match and they had the option of working all day if they wished, they
didn't. Typical schoolies, give them the opportunity to work and the poor
dears are worn out after a couple of hours.

I handled the normal Sunday morning Kid's Bar and a few parents who
lingered for a lunchtime drink and suddenly the place was empty, it was
time to close the shop and sort out Batman and Robin on the painting front.
I'd heard a lot of laughing and horseplay during the course of the forenoon
and wasn't expecting too much of a result but I was surprised to see that
they'd completed three sections and I'd only expected two to get done. The
downside was that they were both wearing shorts and I mean shorts only and
they were covered in magnolia emulsion. I hate the colour magnolia, it's a
nothing colour but the sight of two near naked schoolboys liberally covered
in the stuff gives it a certain appeal.

'You've done well.' I looked at them as they sloshed emulsion on the last
bit of work. 'Call it a day after this, we can get rid of the dust sheets
and tidy up.'

'Righto, Boss,' Matthew was grinning and Andy had a smile plastered on his
face, they were upto something.

'Are the showers on?' Andy pulled out the waistband of his shorts and blew
down his belly giving me a little tremble.

'Yeah, you're OK. I've closed down and locked up.'

They just looked at each other and laughed.

'Back in a minute, I've got a drink to kill.' I left them to it.

I returned about five minutes later to find them tidying up and the job
effectively finished for the day.

'You're having a shower.' Andy wiped his hand with a rag.

'No, I'll pass.'

'He didn't ask,' Matthew grinned and then they were on me. They were only
fifteen and maybe Andy had turned sixteen but they were too much for me, I
was dragged laughing, struggling and generally cursing to the shower area
where I saw most of the units were spraying already.

'In we go.' Andy crowed and dragged the three of us under the warm
deluge. It was like being caught out in a monsoon, Matthew and Andy were
alright they were only wearing their paint stained shorts I was wearing my
full bar kit which was only a polo shirt and shorts but also socks and
trainers. I was absolutely livid as I struggled on the floor with these two
maniacs.

The boys quickly shed their shorts and I immediately discovered both were
as hard as little toy soldiers, the wooden ones that is.

I continued to struggle but my heart wasn't in it, my clothing was soaked
and the occasional erection bouncing off my head and face didn't help.

I allowed the giggling pair to strip me naked, God know's what I was going
to wear for the drive home but I was a bit past caring, the sight of two
wet teenage bodies with their stiffies bouncing around had turned me on
more than somewhat and my own penis was doing it's own bouncy, bouncy bit.

I think we'd all given up on wrestling and were busy getting soapy.I had
Matthew to my front and we were washing and soaping each other up and I had
Andy to the rear also soaping and giving particular attention to between my
buns.  Time for action/

'Turn around,' I whispered to Matthew.

'Call me Sheepy,' he grinned and tugged at my hardness.

'Turn around, Sheepy.'

He did and I snuggled against his wet back slipping my hardness between his
legs.

'Missed,' he giggled and pushed his cute bottom back onto my belly.

'Not this time, lover.' I pulled back a little and rubbed the head of my
soapy cock between his cheeks and slowly pushed in.

'Aaah,' he flinched and flathanded the shower wall as I slipped into his
hot love tunnel.

At the same time I felt the nudge of Andy's spongy glans at my back door, a
jerk and then the feel of his thick cock slipping home.

I was stuck in the middle of a fuck sandwich, I'd never done it before and
I didn't know if I liked it or not. It was bloody hard work and being in
the shower didn't help plus Sheepy kept getting the giggles.

I came in the end but it wasn't as good as usual, I'd rather have one alone
than two which didn't bode too well for a triple marriage, but there you
go.

Andy came in me and as normal he came like it was his first time, grunting
and groaning and loads of his thick creamy boy-cum. I could feel it
slipping down my legs with the water from the shower.

'Gawd, I'm shagged,' he slipped free and moved to a separate shower head. I
slipped free from Sheepy and kissed the back of his wet neck.

'I didn't come,' he muttered a little forlornly.

'Turn around then. baby'

He did so and leant up against the wall with a small smile on his face. I
dropped to me knees and took his sweet meat into my mouth, delicious as
usual, even better with the warm water splashing off his belly onto my
face.

'Yeah, yeah,' he gently held my head and pumped away.

I grabbed his tight little buns and slipped fingers into his cleft and
fingered his slippery boy pussy.

'Yeah.' One final shout and he spurted and splurted into my mouth. Like his
friend, he wasn't short on juice. I swallowed and felt some trickle down my
jaw. God, I loved this kid ...... sorry, I loved them both ...... didn't I?

We finally got dressed, they had a change of gear so I was the one who had
to 'liberate' a grubby set of cricket whites and wear wet trainers but no
matter it was time for home.

We'd just got to the locked front door when there was a crashing and
banging, some impatient person wanted to get in. Both kids looked a bit
concerned but I wasn't worried, we were dressed, we were decent.

I opened the door and it was Andy's father, I recognised him from the other
day he loked a little upset to put it mildly.

'What's the fucking door locked for?'

'Who knows?' I was Mr Cool, the kids kept out of the way. 'Probably last
man out locked it and forgot we were on a tidy up.'

He just gave a grunt and looked over my shoulder to his son. 'We've got to
go to the hospital.'

'Why?' Andy was suddenly in the limelight, the heat was off yours truly.

'Your sister's been knocked off her bike, she's critical.'

'Shit,' Andy pushed by us and followed his dad. He gave us a brief wave and
he was in his dad's flash car and he was away.

'Bad news,' Matthew looked at me sadly and then a wide smile spread over
his face. 'I thought he'd caught us at it.'

'We were dressed,' I retorted. My mind was off on a tangent. Two distinct
strokes of luck with this kid and both caused by driving accidents. I felt
sorry for the girl and her family which included Andy but lurking under all
this was a rather intense pleasure that I had my Sheepy all alone for a
night and possibly the following day as well. Did I tell you I could be a
right shit at times.

'What we gonna do,' Sheepy bleated. (That wasn't a pun, that's the way it
fell off the keyboard)

'Go home, Andy'll get in touch when he can.'

'Alright,' Matthew grinned. 'I hope Margaret is alright.'

'You don't give a toss, you just want to jump my bones.'

'That's true,' he got in the van and sat whilst I saw to the final lockup,
you can never be too careful with a Club in the middle of nowhere.

We took out time getting home, it was a nice afternoon and we didn't need
to rush. In fact, with the afternoon match cancelled we had more than
enough time together. I just wanted to lie with my Sheepy in the cool of
the bedroom and kiss him all over and if I got hungry I could snack off his
boyish body. Any thoughts of Andy had gone from my mind completely.

I think Sheepy just wanted to hop into bed and go like a bunny for the rest
of the weekend but I knocked up a light meal. just some ham and salad and a
few bits and pieces. I was a light eater and I hoped he was, I certainly
wasn't into huge cooked meals, not on a long hot summer afternoon I wasn't.

We sat and ate and chatted, I wobbled on about the Club probably boring him
to death and he wittered about his school and his chums. All in all it was
pretty dull but could life be boring with a little sex bomb at the same
table. We were going to make out and make out big time, we both knew that.

>From what I'd seen of Andy's dad I was pretty sure we wouldn't be seeing
him for the rest of today and if his sister was in a bad way I wouldn't
expect him tomorrow and to quite blunt I didn't care.

Sheepy's zits were on the wane, perhaps regular injections of semen were a
cure ..... I must write to the papers. My mind wandered a bit loking at
Sheepy eat and listening to his babble. Dr Micky's Zit Cure, Five Pounds a
bottle. Drink by sell by date, after that rub on the affected area.

'You listening,' Sheepy was looking at me with a puzzled smile on his
face. He tugged his t-shirt off and sat looking at me bare chested. His
coral pink nipples drew my eyes like magnets.

'What's up.'

'I asked you if you had anything to drink?'

'Breezers, Smirnoff Red or Black, Coke, Pepsi ..... what do you want?'

'I'll settle for a Pepsi.'

'Good boy,' I stood up to reach into the fridge which entailed brushing
against him and his hand was between my legs. 'Is that for afters,' he
giggled as he touched me up, his hand outlining my semi erection in the
thin cotton trousers I had borrowed from the Club.

If you want, lover boy.'

'I want,' he looked at me expectantly.

I took him into the bedroom which was cooler than the kitchen as the sun
had moved over the house, I grabbed him around the waist and nuzzled at his
smooth neck.

'I really am falling for you big time, Sheepy.'

'Excellent,' he breathed heavily and ground his crotch into mine, I could
feel his hardness pressing against my own burgeoning erection. I couldn't
wait, I unclipped the waistband of his trousers and they gracefully slid
down his thing legs. He was wearing a baggy pair of boxers underneath which
did nothing to hide his his six inch tube of boy meat. 'You're beautiful.'
I couldn't stop talking like a tart.

'I'm glad you're glad,' he grinned and undid the top button on my
whites. Naturally enough they dropped to the floor, unlike him I didn't
have any underwear on and his hand clasped my warm meat as it arose ready
for action. 'It's so big,' he breathed and his eyes really sparkled, he
wanted it, no doubt about it.

I took his hand and guided him down onto the bed managing to kick off
trainers and discard the rest of the gear at the same time.  We lay in an
naked embrace in the warm bedroom cooled by a slight breeze through the
open windoww.

'This is perfect,' Sheepy breathed and kissed me gently at first but
working up to a full blooded tongue wrestling, he seemed to be getting
harder and I could feel the slipperyness of his precum as his hormones
kicked into action.

I moved on top straddling his narrow chest with my erection bobbing in
front of his face.

'Wanna go first this time?' I leant forward to kiss his sweet lips.

'Can I?' his voice came out as a squeak.

I didn't answer, I just lifted my middle a little, positioned his hardness
and slowly lowered my body.

I think we both gasped together as I felt my sphincter stretch and a jerk
as his juice smeared glans slipped into my body.

'Oh, Micky,' he stared at me intently as I lowered myself slowly savouring
every millimeter of his thick cock. It was wonderful and even more
wonderful as he started to make little jabs upwards into my descending
body.

'Ah, Jeez,' I groaned as I settled onto his smooth belly and his boyish
pubic bush. 'I think I'm there,' I wiggled my bum on his hot belly and his
even hotter cock buried deep in my belly.

'I know you're there,' he chuckled as he moved within me clearly getting
his own satisfaction. 'I can't go like this, you're to heavy.'

'To make love you do this....'

'What?'

'Follow me onto our side, keep it well in.'

He was game and he rammed his penis in deep and kept it in as I clasped him
and we rolled onto our side.He began a gentle fucking motion.

'Come on top, Sheepy,' I rolled onto my back and raised my legs, he soon
got the idea and got himself onto his knees and placed his hands either
side of my torso.

'This I can like,' Sheepy made a few experimental movements and kissed me
again, I fondled his smoothly moving hips. Everything about this kid was
beautiful especially his skin. The one thing that offset his bad facial
skin and the odd outbreak of pimples and whatnot was that below the neck he
was absolutely flawless. He was like some juvenile Greek god without the
muscle, his skin was like alabaster or marble, so smooth, so supple and so
warm.

'Love me, Sheepy,' I looked at him as he gently moved his hips to and fro
and his hard heat slipped in and out. I clasped his soft buns which flexed
every time he moved in and relaxed back to their jellylike state as he
slipped out.

'I do love you,' he was moving a little faster and he was ending each push
with a sort of corkscrew motion as if trying to bury himself in my body. He
began to pick up pace a little and I could hear his sweaty belly begin to
slap on the back of my legs. I spread my knees even wider to let him ram as
hard as he wished. I wanted him so desperately to enjoy his moment of
power, his moment of being on top of the world as I enjoyed mine.

'I'm gonna do you for ever,' he slid in and out, by now we were well
lubricated and I enjoyed every thrust as if he was entering me anew.

'Harder, Sheepy. Make me feel it.'

'Yeah,' he growled. He sounded a little more like a puppy than a fierce dog
but you can't have everything. I was in heaven with his boy cock deep in my
belly and stroking his smooth flanks as they moved up and down ..... in
heaven.

I could feel his movements becoming frantic, he was gasping and lunging
with all the force in his thin frame. 'I'm cumming, Jeezus, I'm cumming,'
he sounded in agony. I rammed my ass up to meet him and then felt it. His
cock seemed to swell and then spurt after spurt of his sweet boycum, it
seemed to go on for ever, splash after splash of his hot creamy juices
drenching my inside, flooding me and finally trickling from my well beaten
hole.

He flopped ont top of me as I lovered my legs and his limp noodle slipped
free smearing me with his dribbles. The kid had come like a bloody elephant
or something, it was absolutely incredible. I'd tried to count his pulses
but I'd lost if in the heat of the moment. I felt so squishy inside I
daren't move.

'Was that a good one, or what?' Sheepy smiled up from my chest where his
head nestled.

'That was good,' I had to agree. I had my cheeks tightly clamped, I didn't
want a flood of Sheepy on the bed. 'You can make love to me any time,
kid. You were the best,' I kissed his sweat damped hair.

'You know the way to a girl's heart,' he giggled.

'Some girl,' I swiped my hand across his belly and collected some stray
semen. 'Some girl,' I licked his sweet tasting spunk clean.

'That's so gross,' he went hysterical laughing, giggling and pulling
faces. 'You are such a dickhead.'

'Thanks for that,' I said as dryly as I could.

'But I still love you,' he suddenly turned serious. 'I always shall.'

'Always is a long time, lover. I'll settle for the here and now.'

I bent over him and tongued one nipple and then the other, they were sticky
out like hard little currants or sultanas or something and he was just
laying their with his dopey smile in place and gently stroking my hair.  I
ran my mouth down his satiny smooth skin and lapped at his cute navel and
he was hard again, I could feel his glans nudge at the side of my face but
I was after his sweet hole.

'Go on, suck me,' he whispered and put pressure on my head trying to guide
me onto his cock.

'Later, lover,' I smiled up his belly and gave his now fully rehardened
penis a swift kiss. 'Later.'

I lifted one leg and then the other and he quite willingly folded his knees
back onto his chest, I lapped and licked at his shrunken ballsac and he
sighed with pleasure. He twitched a bit as I tongued his sphincter and
slowly worked one finger into his delicious warmth.

'Do me, Micky. Do me now.'

Not just yet, I thought to myself, let him squirm. I lay on my belly with
my mouth at his ass and gave him long sloppy cowlicks basically washing his
outspread crack with saliva, he squirmed and giggled, he was loving it, he
loved it even more when I sped up the finger fuck probing and circling
trying to relax his tight little ass muscle.

'You ready?'

'Ready? I was born ready,' he was impersonating somebody, at least he
thought it was funny, he was still giggling as I slipped into his hot
little body. My beautify ugly little Sheepy.

'Aaah, Mick.' he sighed with satisfaction as I ground into him shoving him
up the bed. 'I love you so much.'

'Ditto,' I couldn't talk I was so wrapped up with the pleasure of pumping
this boy and savouring the tactile enjoyment of his smooth body against
mine. I slowly and lovingly fucked to a climax eventually finishing it off
in a sweaty, thrusting rampaging attack on his battered ring.

'Aaaaah, my Gawd,' he wailed as my hot splashes and spurts filled his young
body. He wriggled and pulled himself onto my spurting cock as if he was
trying to swallow me whole. He was munching at my sweat sheened neck like a
trainee vampire. All in all ..... it was fuckin' glorious. I was totally
and utterly knackered. We slept the sleep of the innocent. Man and boy,
teenager and teenager, who cares. Micky and Sheepy lovers for a time,
lovers for all time?

I suppose things got better from there on, the threesome thing never really
got off the ground. Matthew would come around and then Andy, I got the
feeling they had me on a roster of sorts and I didn't mind. I was still
confused who I loved the more but in the end I stopped worrying about it,
as I said, one at a time was fine by me.

On the odd occasions when the two came around I made them have sex with
each other, I loved to watch my two boyfriends make love, sometimes I'd
just watch, other times I'd mount the 'top' putting him into a fuck
sandwich but I was never really into it. Having said that I didn't really
dislike three way, it just didn't turn me on.

I suppose we had a good year, Andy got all the passes he needed to go to a
University, Matthew I'm disappointed to say was an all round dismal failure
and I loved him for it. Even as a educational fuckup he was adorable. His
parents were rich and he just didn't care, he'd started to drink and I was
getting worried for his health, he didn't seem to know when to stop.

Andy went missing for a period in the second year of our threeway
relationship which to be honest did have it's ups and downs, Matthew would
come around drunk and invariably maudlin. We'd just flop on the bed and
cuddle, we had sex a lot, he could never get enough and I was pretty much
the same. Of course the lesser moments were getting him sober enough to go
home on a clapped out old moped he'd managed to get from somewhere. How the
hell he never got nicked fro drunken driving I'll never know.

The event of what turned out to be our final year was the eighteenth birday
parties of both boys. Andy's family being a lot less wealthier than
Matthews put on a do at the Club which was a hoot, a bit of a drunken
shindig, disco, the works. You all know these parties. All the boys in one
corner chatting and drinking themselves silly, the girls dancing with each
other and having union meetings in the Ladies. Anyway it was a good night
as nights go and they both finished up at my place. Matthew was as drunk as
a skunk and Andy wasn't a lot better, so not much to report there.

Matthew's eighteenth came up a month later, Andy was up in Bristol
enrolling in the University or doing a short course and would be missing
which made Matthew a bit down but he had loads of mates, don't rich kids
always?

His mother and father decided to put on a party at their flash house, they
got caterers in and asked the Club which was me to handle the bar side of
things.

Everything went well, everybody was pretty well behaved even Matthew, he
was the birthday boy after all. His dad presented him with a bloody great
Yamaha which wasn't over the top on c.c. but was plenty big for a kid of
Matthew's build and fitness or dare I say, a certain lack of
fitness. Anyway, the night wore on and around one o'clock in the morning I
was packing up and Matthew strolled by with some mates. We had a chat but I
was tired and he had his mates, I just wanted to go home and get to bed.

Matthew pulled me aside and gave me some drunken babble about what he and
his chums were going to do but I just switched off. He dragged me out of
sight and clung to me like a child.

'Thanks for looking after the party, Micky.'

'You're welcome, babes.'

'Call me, Sheepy.' He put on his little boy lost face.

'You're welcome, Sheepy.'

'Love you, Mick.'

'Love you too, kid.'

'I'll pop around tomorrow,' he gave me a drunken grin. 'First eighteen year
old fu....'

'Sssh,' I hushed him. 'See you tomorrow, have fun with the mates.'

He gave me swift kiss and went.

That was my last kiss and that was the last I saw of him.

I drove home leaving my Sheepy and his peers horsing around in the
garden. He got on his bike around three in the morning and shot down the
road at a rate of knots and collided with an articulated lorry delivering
to one of the local supermarkets and was killed instantly.

My beautiful Sheepy snuffed out in an instant. No more arguments, no more
sunny days , no more rainy days .... no more love. Nothing.

I heard the next day through one of his friends calling around.  Apparently
most of the kids were in shock and his parents were distraught to put it
mildly.  The mother phoned me up a little after this kid had called to give
me the bad news as well, she was in tears and his father apparently had a
mild stroke, all shit was let loose.

I went around to see them just as Andy arrived back from Bristol. He'd gone
to give Matthew a birthday present and walked right into it. He looked
shellshocked, Matthew and he had been friends and that little extra for
over ten years. We sat with his mother, we were his two closest friends
after all.  We sat there for a terrible afternoon snuffling and crying. I
didn't 'cos big boys don't cry.

I took his mother down to formally identify the body although the police
were willing to leave it for twenty four hours, she wanted to get it over
as she was obviously concerned about her husband. We did it, or should I
say she did. I left her at their house and went home, I just couldn't stand
the sight of Andy, it wasn't his fault or even anything to do with him but
I wanted to be alone.

I sat in my armchair indoors clutching a picture of my beloved Sheepy and
cried my eyes out. If I could have died in his place I would have done
it. I was ill after that, I didn't want to see Andy, I didn't want to see
anyone. I sat indoors for a week and ate my heart out, I cried and I
cried. I felt like shit, at one drunken stage I even thought of killing
myself. How the hell can you explain a sadness so deep that it tears your
heart out, there's nothing left, you're a fuckin' shell.

People knocked on the door and the phone rang, I didn't answer either, I
was lost in a world of sorrow and torment. I'd never lost anyone near and
dear so I suppose that was some sort of an excuse. I loved my Sheepy so
deeply, I just couldn't go on without him. Every time I looked at his
picture or even thought about him I cried, I couldn't bloody well stop.

I suppose it was about a week later that I finally opened the door to find
Andy standing there.

'Bout time, dickhead.' He wasn't smiling and I noticed he had a black tie
on. 'You've got two hours to get cleaned up and suited and booted, we're
going to a funeral.'

'No, I can't.' I started to cry. I felt like a right wimp, I felt like so
low I could crawl somewhere dark and stay there for ever.

'Yes you can.' He took charge, without anything sexual he got me stripped,
got me showered and got me dressed. A gallon of black coffee later and we
were on our way. He had a small car now and we arrived just in time to
clamber into one of those big black cars they use at expensive
funerals. Our names were ticked off, we were named mourners for God's
sake. We were being classed as family.

I was still in a state of shock and went through the motions, the tears
were gone, I just felt so desperately sad and alone I was numb. The funeral
which turned into a full scale burial was absolutely horrendous. I managed
to get through it and the subsequent tea and cakes thingy as if I was in
some sort of dream, even a waking nightmare but it ended as all things do.

We said our final goodbye to his parents but that wasn't quite it, his
mother pulled me aside whilst his father collared Andy. She walked me into
their lounge and I wondered what was going on.

'I have a package for you, Mick.' She handed me a flat pack done up in
annonymous brown paper.

'What.....?'

'Sheepy never told you he kept a diary?'

'Sheepy.' I looked at her in shock, She'd said Sheepy.

'Sheepy, your lover, my son,' she pulled me close and kissed me. 'He loved
you so dearly,' she was nearly in tears. 'Keep them always.'

I couldn't move, I stood there and let it all go, I cried like a baby and
as she guided me onto a sofa, she comforted me gave me some real
consolation. She told me that she'd known all along and she didn't
care. All she wanted was for Matthew to be happy and he was when he was
with me, she knew, she watched her baby boy like a hawk.

I eventually left with Andy and he stayed the night, we didn't have sex, we
talked the night away and drank until we both fell asleep in our chairs.

I'm a bit older now, Andy has moved onto pastures new. It was never the
same after Sheepy died.

I've got a new housemate now, he's a slightly underdeveloped eighteen, I
must go for the waiflike kids. Sometimes in bed late at night I imagine
he's my Sheepy but he's not. He's a good kid all the same, goes like a
rabbit. I think we nearly love each other, time will tell.

Last Summer I took him to Matthew Greenaway's grave and placed my small
bunch of flowers and stood silently for a moment trying not to remember the
good times, it was too hurtful.

'A friend?' James asked quietly.

'Sheepy.'



					THE END


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