Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2003 18:55:44 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: SHEEPY - Part 4

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content, This eans that if features
sex between consenting men, youths and maybe boys. If you don't like this
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NOW. If you're OK with this READ ON.

In my alternate Universe there are no such things as AIDS and STDs so my
characters have no use for condoms and the like.

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SHEEPY - 4


SHEEPY REVISITED

by

G. Cutter


I'd just hit a quiet spell when Gary asked his favour. My business which
was private garden maintenance was pretty slack at the time and as his
favour entailed me earning some money I decided to help him out. He was a
Bar Manager at a combined Cricket and Football club, you know, one of these
places where they have football for just over half a year and cricket for
the summer. Anyway, he'd decided that as it was nearing the end of the
football season, March to be exact, that he and his boyfriend were going to
take a week or ten days off in the Channel Islands.

Probably not the trendiest place in the world but Gary and his mate Matthew
just wanted to take advantage of the duty frees and stay in bed sexing
their holiday away. As young Matthew put it; cheap booze, fags and sex
... what more could a teenager ask for. Did, I mention that Gary and
Matthew, who he called Sheepy for some reason, had been going at it like a
pair of rabbits for about a year.

To cut a long story short the main thrust of the favour was to look after
the Bar for a Saturday and Sunday, the place was all stocked up and I knew
that I had a ten hour Saturday and probably around eight hours on the
Sunday to look forward to. I went up his place which wasn't a thousand
miles away from where I lived to get the keys and any final brief. I knew
the Club, in fact, I used it now and then so it was just a matter of
sorting out any recent problems.

'Come in, Scotty,' Matthew opened the door and ushered me in. I rather got
the idea that he'd fully moved in with Gary, I suppose he was legal now the
age of consent was sixteen. Matthew was sixteen maybe even seventeen, I
knew Gary was twenty two and they lived as a married couple. I wouldn't
have thought the Club knew too much about it or if they did they turned a
blind eye. They were a gay couple and I was a gay single but still
searching. I was a little younger than Gary but only about six months, we'd
been in the same class at school but funnily enough we'd never actually
done anything, if you know what I mean. We'd been good mates for years but
never sex mates. I quite liked Matthew, as well as far as attractive
partners went he was a bloody shambles but Gary clearly loved him and that
was the main thing.

I went into their lounge and Gary was sitting on the sofa surrounded by
paperwork. 'Hi, Scotty,' he grinned up. 'Wanna earn another score?'

'You want my body?' I asked hopefully.

'Nah, some other time,' he laughed. 'The rubbish tip'd scratch my eyes
out.'

'I heard that,' Matthew laughed from the kitchen. 'Coffee on it's way.'

'A score?' I prompted.

'Yeah, that schooly party they have now and then came up again, it's on
Friday night eightish until around eleven thirty.'

'I don't mind,' I shrugged. Another twenty quid wasn't to be sniffed at.I
knew the money Gary was willing to pay was twice the going rate for bar
staff although you had the extra onus of the Club's security to worry
about.

'Excellent,' Gary collected some papers up as his mate returned with a
tray. Coffee was served.

'How many kids?'

'About twenty, no more than twenty four,' Gary looked at another piece of
paper. 'Have it open for eight.'

'No probs.' I looked at him and his partner. 'When are you going away?'

'We're driving down tomorrow and parking the van, we won't need it over
there.'

'And then we're going to bed for ten days.' Matthew laughed.

'Don't forget to give me a bell before you come back,' I reminded them
both. I didn't really want to do two weekends at the Club unless it was
necessary, mind you I could always use the money.

'Yeah, we'll do that,' Gary handed me over the keys. The two padlock ones
are for the Portakabins around the back.'

'Didn't know you had any.'

'Just recent,' Gary grinned. 'One of them's for sleeping over, the other
one's rigged up for a spare changing room.'

'Sleeping over? What exactly does that mean.'

'Well the Chairman got them for free and I've organised one for sleepovers
in case there's an all night party or whatever, I got a load of bedding
from the Thrift Shop and there you go.' He looked at me and smirked. 'If
you get lucky, you've got a nooky shack.'

Very handy, I thought as I drove home. I hadn't had a nibble or sex if you
prefer for over a year. My work, or rather earning a living kept me busy
enough without pursuing bits of stray. I didn't get out much and I didn't
get to meet too many people or at least not the type I like. My taste must
have been similar to Gary's, a seventeen year old or even an eighteen would
have been nice but you don't get to meet too many when you're working ten
hour days and you go home exhausted at the end of it.

As I said I was about six months younger that Gary which made me an early
twenty two and him a late one. I suppose I was Mr Joe Average, around five,
eleven stone of active or passive person which made me slender without
being skinny. I was tough enough, chucking paving slabs and logs around
help. I had dirty blonde hair which got to be a bit scruffy but I tended to
be a bit untidy, it went with the job. Gary had said once that I'd make a
good partner for Matthew, his Sheepy that was. He seemed to think calling
us the Garbage Pail Kids was amusing.

Friday came around and to confound the critics I was tarted up in clean
cargoes, a nice clean t-shirt with an open sports shirt over the top and
reasonably fresh trainers. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the raincoat, it
was bucketing down, it was a good old autumn monsoon, God know's if the
schoolies were going to turn up or not but I'd be there if only to earn my
dosh.

I fell out of the van at the darkened Clubhouse about thirty minutes before
the off and got inside. Lights on and heating on, hopefully by the time the
kids arrived the place would look and feel a bit cosier than a bloody old
NAAFI Bar.

The first to arrive was the 'host', young Jamie. He was one of the senior
cricketer's sons and quite a good cricketer in his own right. He'd started
these small get togethers the previous year. They weren't actually parties
they were just an excuse for the then fifteen year olds to horse around and
have a drink in secure and safe premises. Which meant that they couldn't do
too much damage and there was no Law around. They were all sixteen now and
just that little bit older which meant the horseplay had dropped a bit but
the drinking and cuddles had increased. As Gary said, their morals weren't
our concern, their well off parents must have known exactly what boys and
girls of that age get upto especially when they've had a couple of illegal
drinks. The Club needed the revenue and the kids wanted some fun, the only
thing we wouldn't turn a blind eye to would be dope, if I smelt funny fags
on the breeze I was out of there.

The numbers turned out about right, around fifteen kids were dropped of by
parents and the remainder arrived by taxis, one absolutely soaked youth
arrived on a moped. I'm pretty vague on our motoring law agewise but I
suspected that made him seventeen. Funnily enough he was the only one who
caught my eye, maybe it was his height, he must have been six foot, three,
he towered above the rest of them and above me as well. Most kids of that
age and height normally look like beanpoles but this one didn't, he looked
quite normal, just huge. I forgot to mention he was so good looking, I was
smitten like an old street walker on an overdose of Brad Pitt. He ... was
... fuckin' ... gorgeous.

PI Magnum's got nothing on me, Hercule Poirot eat your heart out. In around
thirty seconds flat I found out he had just turned seventeen, he was in
further education studying for College or University or whatnot. Also he
had gotten his moped for his seventeenth birthday, he had no girlfriend and
he had an uncircumcised eight inch dick. Sorry about that last bit , I made
it up.

Anyway, he had no girlfriend and his name was Ollie which was short for
Oliver. Bloody awful name but you can't have everything. I'd settle for
Ollie and I making it rather than me and me making it. He had short cut
brown hair just brushed up straight in a scruffy crew, his skin tone was
dark and he had beautiful hazelly green eyes.

Do you ever get that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. I had it, it
was the feel I get when I've fallen in love. I was head over heels for
young Oliver. Another by-the-by, he had gigantic feet. God know's what his
equipment was like if the old saying held true.

I suppose the final bonus came when the party split as these things do, a
bunch of girls doing girly talk, a bunch of boys playing pool and the
inbetweenies. Ollie and his mate decided to prop up the Bar and engage me
in conversation, I could handle that, the only problem I had was trying to
keep my eyes of my dark skinned lover ..... how's that for imagination.

His mate was called Peter and I was desperately jealous but I was also one
hundred percent sure that they were just mates. Peter was a little blondy,
a sixteen year old who was probably a late developer, he looked to be
around fourteen. Having said that he was quite sweet as in fuckable. I
suspect that if anyone had mentioned the word 'gay' to them they'd have run
a mile, maybe not. Who knows.

I wasn't overworked, I suspect that the kids weren't all that rich. If
their parents had any sense they'd probably just give them enough cash to
have two or three drinks and that was it. Ollie let slip that he was in the
money personally as he did a bit of Saturday morning work, however, he
didn't drink too much anyway. His mate, Peter as I recall joined the pool
players but Ollie stayed exactly where he was. I felt my evil old heart
quicken, was he interested in moi, or was he just bored.

'How's Gary and Matthew?' That sounded like an opening shot in a sea
battle.

'OK.' I countered carefully. 'They've gone away for ten days or so.'

'And that's why you're here?'

'Perceptive.'

'Piss taker as well,' he grinned completely at ease with himself.

'Not really,' I smiled, I didn't want to upset him.

'I hear they're an item now.' His voice had dropped and he shuffled his
stool a bit nearer to the bar.

'An item?'

'You know,' he grinned again and crossed two fingers. 'Pals.'

'Yeah, possibly,' I tried not to sound too interested in Gary and Matthew's
affairs. I didn't know if he was probing or just making idle chat but the
subject was a bit uncomfortable all the same.

'Good luck to them,' he smiled brightly and finished off his bottle of
Breezer. 'May I have another.'

'You can buy another.' My usual retort.

'Go on then, have one yourself.' He slid a fiver onto the bar.

Hey, hey. I don't think I've ever had a seventeen year old buy me a drink,
it was a bit of a surprise to say the least. 'Yeah, I'll have the same,
thank you.'

'You're Gary's mate, aren't you?' He didn't give up easily this boy.

'Yeah, we went to school together so you can say we go back a long way.' I
looked into his beautiful greenish eyes for a moment. 'And as you say: Good
luck to them.'

He laughed. The conversation was back on track although I didn't quite know
where it was headed. I rather hoped he was in stage one of chatting me up
but I was adult enough to know that this could be wishful thinking. Perhaps
he just wanted someone to talk to.

There was an awkward silence but we were rescued by Peter returning and
launching into a long complicated story based around his abyssmal
performance at pool. I stood there and served some more punters sparing the
odd glance for Ollie. It seemed every time I looked at him he was looking
at me, I was beginning to wonder who was oggling who (or is it whom). I
left Peter and him to their conversation and took up long range observation
as I circulated emptying ashtrays and collecting bottles. It was amazing
how many boys smoked and girls didn't but that's a social comment which
doesn't belong here. I felt like one of those aircraft circling the enemy
warship, every time I glanced over at him he was watching me. Was that
wierd or what?

One thing I did notice as Ollie perched on the bar stool was that he had a
fine bottom, how's that for a pervy observation. His hair was a bit long on
the neck but I suppose I'd have to let that go, I'd get him a decent
haircut when we got married. Dream on Scotty, you tart.

I went back inside the bar and did the washing up, this time I bought Ollie
a drink which strictly speaking I shouldn't have done, traditionally the
barman is entitled to accept free drinks without returning the favour but I
didn't want him to think I was a cheap skate.

Ding. Ding. I wacked the old brass bell gently spot on eleven, I didn't
want to drive them away, I just wanted to give them a gentle hint. It
didn't matter anyway because the first of the parents had arrived and the
first goodbyes were being said. Ollie didn't seem to be in a rush, he even
chatted me up for a final bottle just after the bell. I couldn't say no, I
just wanted his company. They all left in due course and one of the last to
go was Peter. I should have guessed then that something was in the
wind. His final remark to Ollie was; 'Get lucky,' and he winked. What was
all that about, I put it out of my mind and started to clear up.

'Wanna hand,' Ollie's speech was slightly slurred although he was still
quite sober. The next day I decided he'd been racking up some Dutch courage
but as I said, that thought came the following day.

'Yeah, I don't mind.'

He helped out colllecting glasses and whatnot which gave me a chance to
study his movements. The reason I say that was because I feel that some
tall people are not quite in gear if you know what I mean, especially
growth spurters who haven't fully filled out which I suspected was Ollie's
case. I think as an adult he'd be a pretty big guy, at the moment he was
just a six foot three cuddly. Well he was to me and sod the rest of the
planet.

'That's it,' I said a bit uncomfortable that I couldn't find anything else
to say.

'Yeah,' he didn't look too happy either. 'I bet that bloody bike of mine
won't start,' he suddenly grinned. 'It doesn't like the damp.'

'Ditto my van,' I shut the till down and bolted down the shutters. 'I won't
rush off in case you can't get it going.'

Of course I was, mindreaders ..... I was praying to every God I could think
of that the bloody bike wouldn't start.

Needless to say his spanking new scooter or moped just would not go,
perhaps it was too damp, perhaps he'd flooded the carb, perhaps it was all
a big bloody plot. I'll never know and I don't want to. What I did know and
this was without any shadow of a doubt, was that here we were Ollie and
myself, around eleven thirty at night , in the middle of nowhere and I had
my van and he had nothing.

'Better give you a lift,' I finally spoke. I could see he was getting hot
and bothered, mind you a full set of wet gear didn't help. The rain just
lashed down.

'That's buggered me for going to work tomorrow,' he sighed. 'I rely on the
bike, the bus service is shit.'

'Tell me about it,' I was well aware of the local bus service or the lack
thereof. 'Where do you work?'

'I do a Saturday morning shift in Tescos at Brooklands.'

'Tell you what.' Truly, troops my heart was in my mouth. 'You wanna stay my
place tonight, I can get you to work and fetch you back up here for the
bike around midday.' I felt myself redden in the gloom. Talk about stick
your neck out for the cleaver. Still the worse he could say was no,
negative, niet, non, or sod off.

'That's bloody British of you,' he laughed as I did. I was so fuckin'
stupid. It came to me in a flash of light, he'd set me up or at least I
think he had. Time for a little caution yet.

'Well the offer's there,' I looked at him in the gloom and all I could see
was the white of his teeth and the gleam of his eyes. 'I can take you home
if you like.'

'You don't want to do that, do you?' He spoke quietly and stared at me.

'No,' I gulped. A bloody schooly was in command. He knew exactly what he
was doing and I was wobbling around like a bloody girl.

'Bike'll be alright here, won't it?'

'Shove it under cover. If it won't start it's hardly likely to get nicked.'
I might have sounded a bit sarcastic because he laughed again as he pushed
the thing under the Club's porch.

'It's pissing down,' he remarked unecessarily as we lurked in the dark out
of the rain. The van was a twenty yard dash and it was abso-bloody-lutely
hammering it down.

'Now or never,' I gave him a quick grin and made a dash for it, silence for
a moment and I heard him splashing along behind me. Soggy seconds later we
were in the van, dry at least for the moment, needless to say with his wet
gear the thing steamed up in two minutes flat. ;'Let's go.' To my amazement
she started first time. What I'd forgotten to tell him that my old Bedford
Rascal didn't like the damp, it just didn't like starting either but we'd
gotten lucky this time around.

'I live around the back of the station,' I told him as we carefully drove
off furiously trying to wipe the inside of the windows clear.

'I know.'

'How do you know?' I asked. 'You're not a stalker are you.'

'No,' he laughed. 'My mate Peter told me, he lives down your road.'

I recalled Peter, the short boy with fair hair, looked to be around
fourteen although I knew he was sixteen. Mmmmmm.

We finished the drive in silence until I parked up in my house's
driveway. Naturally enough it wasn't my house but like Gary I rented a top
floor and also like Gary I had the mandatory outside entrance which was
also the legal fire escape.

'Run for it,' I shot out of the van and slammed the door closely followed
by Ollie looking like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. I hadn't bothered
telling him that I only had one bed although I had the vaguest suspicion he
wouldn't be too fussed. We charged up the staircase and stood sharing the
downpour whilst I found my keys, moments later we were in the dry.

'Jeez. What a night,' Ollie stood in the small hallway looking delighted. A
strange reaction for someone who's scooter had failed him and had to take
pot luck at a perfect stranger's. To say I was suspicious would be like
saying Jack the Ripper was antisocial. I took him through to my small but
totally shambolic lounge.

He stood dripping until I told him to throw his wet gear back into the
hallway. I noticed that he gave my computer the once over and also gave the
room a quick inspection, this kid was no dummy that was for sure.

'Tea, coffee or a drink.'

'I'll have what you're having, please.' He must have sensed that I was a
bit spooked with all of what was going on as he looked a little
uncomfortable. 'I'm not upsetting your routine or anything, am I?'

'Nah, you're alright,' I relented a bit.'I'm gonna have a nightcap but I
don't have to rush off to work in the morning.' I looked at him and awaited
his reply. I knew exactly what he was going to say, if I was wrong that
would be one good theory out of the window.

'I dunno, I suppose I could phone them up, I could have a bit of 'flu
coming on,' he gave a dramatic sniff.

'Have another one of those Bacardi things,' I suggested with a smile. The
answer had been exactly as I'd suspected.  'Make yourself at home,' I
switched the fire on and waved him to my two seater sofa. I was pretty sure
I was on pretty safe ground from now on.

'You on line?' He sat down and stretched his long legs out, he was still
smiling as he glanced at the computer. A very self assured young man.

'Switch on if you like,' I told him before going into the kitchen to raid
the fridge. When I came back he was still sitting with his boots steaming
from the heat of the fire.

'Take 'em off,' I handed him his bottle and to set an example kicked my
sodden trainers off and placed them by the fire. 'So you're not going to
work now?'

'Nah, I'll feel like shit in the morning.' He grinned at me. 'If I can make
a phone call in the morning it'll save us getting up and driving all the
way over to Brooklands.'

Save us getting up. I logged that one.

'Shouldn't you phone your parents?'

'No probs, I told them I was staying at a friends.'

'Shouldn't you phone your friend? He might be worried.' I grinned at
him. Talk your way out of that one buddy boy.

'Aah.' He looked at me vacantly. Score one for Scotty.

'Drink your drink.' I let him off the hook.

'Cheers,' he raised the bottle to his lips. 'Thanks for putting me up for
the night anyway.'

'I'm sure we'll get on,' I murmured and took a sip of my own drink. 'Woops,
it's nearly midnight,' I looked at the clock as if I was surprised. 'You'd
better kip in with me,' I spoke as if it was matter of absolutely no
interest at all. In fact it was the punch line. Was this all a Super Dooper
Ollie Master Plan or was it all my overactive sick imagination.

'You're the Boss,' he looked at me with a slight blush. 'I don't mind,' he
whispered and looked at the fire.

'Don't worry about it,' I spoke just as quietly. 'I'm not gonna tell
anybody.' I made the first bodily contact of the evening,' I gently grasped
his damp knee.

'Thanks,' he continued to stare at the fire. 'Was I so obvious?'

'Forget it and get some wet gear off.' I set and example by tugging my
sports shirt off and sitting in my t-shirt. Teenage angst I needed like a
bad head.

He grinned a trifly wanly at me and pulled his fancy sweatshirt off, I was
pleasantly surprised to see that he didn't have an undershirt on. He had a
lovely body, smooth as a baby's bum, to coin a phrase. He had dark brown
nipples and aureoles about the size of a two pence piece. He was fuckin'
beautiful.

'You are so nice.' I had to say it, I couldn't help myself.

'Not to bad yourself, Scotty my man.' He gave me a cheeky grin. It was OK,
he was back on form.

'Is it true what they say about lads with big feet?' That was something
else I had to say.

'What?' He looked puzzled for a bit and then laughed out loud. 'Of course
it's true.'

'Bragger,' I grinned. I was feeling a bit more relaxed now I was also
feeling a little tired, I had a long day ahead. 'I am so tired. I have to
go back up around ten o'clock, so I'll take you and you can recover you're
bike. Is that OK?'

'Yeah, fine.' He set his empty bottle on the table by the sofa and
stood. 'I gotta pee before I go to bed.' He announced.

'I'll show you,' I stood up and switched off the fire. It was crunch
time. I showed him where the toilet was and the bedroom I then left him to
it and went around switching the lights off. I was a bit nervous but I'm
sure Ollie had a masterplan, he seemed to have everything under control,
perhaps we should have gone around his place, his parents would have been
most impressed with their son pulling a twenty two year old barman.

I settled for just the one bedside light in the bedroom and sat on the bed
and removed my t-shirt, I was in the process of tugging my socks off when
he came in the room.

'Nice and cosy in here,' he murmured and made his way to the other side of
the bed and sat down. 'Gotta thank you for this.'

'Thank me properly then,' I turned around and knelt on the bed, I put my
hands onto his shoulders, he tensed for a moment but then relaxed.

'How?'

'Like this,' I pressed down on his broad shoulders and he lay back on the
bed. We looked at each other, my face upside down to him and his the same
to me. I dropped my head and kissed him on the forehead and then gently on
the nose, an upside down kiss.

'Is that the best you can do?' He grinned up at me and reached out, he drew
my face down onto his, a bit of a shuffle and our lips met in our first
kiss. Quite gentle, quite chaste, but the night was young.

'That was nice,' I span around on the bed so that we were both sitting on
the same side. This time I put my hands either side of his face and kissed
him again, this time it wasn't gentle or chaste, it was a full blooded
lover's kiss and I could feel his lips open as my tongue probed. Tongues
met, mouths were explored and we parted breathlessly after what must have
been a good minute of furious slobber.

'Jeeesus,' he gasped and grinned at me with sparkly eyes. 'Let's get in
bed.'

That one got my vote. I was off the bed and dropping my cargoes in no time
flat, I was aware of having a raging hardon but I didn't care, I whipped my
briefs off and dived back onto the bed, he was down to a pair of CK's and
what I'd suspected was true. He was enormous. His penis went from the
centre of his groin in one solid lump upto his right hip and the head was
trapped under the elasticated top of his pants.

'Come here,' I grabbed him and dragged him back laughing to lay full length
on the outside of the bed. Both our heads were on the pillow and we turned
to face each other, I grasped his solid flesh through the thin material of
his CKs and he gently held my bare penis.

We kissed again and our bodies pressed together, I ran my hands down his
back and inside his pants fondling his firm bottom and sliding the
offending garment clear. I wanted to see his thing in the flesh. A bit of a
fumble later and I could feel his hot erection between our bodies pressed
up against my own quite respectable hardon, he grabbed my bum and we gently
fucked, our hot cocks mashing between our bellies. It was wonderful, a
moment that you dream of. They were moving quite easily together, I think
that we were both oozing precum and our movements were smearing it all over
our cocks and our bellies.

'What do you want to do?' I whispered and kissed him gently on the side of
the neck.

'I dunno,' he sounded like a little boy. So much for the master planner.

'I gotta ask you Ollie.....'

'Go on,' his voice broke.

'You ever done this before?'

'No but I want to.'

I didn't answer. I did all the normal or maybe it's abnormal things, I wet
kissed his neck, I dropped my head and tongued his nipples and he lay their
enjoying it all. He gave little whimpers and moans and with his hands in my
overlong hair pushed my head down, ever downwards.

'You could poke my eye out with that thing,' I grumbled as I felt his
slippery head glance against my cheek, it was huge and it was weeping a
steady ooze of precum.

'I don't want to do that,' he groaned as I slid my tongue across his slit
tasting the sweet slipperyness of youthful cum. Watery but nice, just a
hint of the thicker stuff to cum, the stuff presently churning away in his
heavy ball bag. I held it firmly by the base and slipped my mouth over his
succulent glans. I think he nearly died.

'Oh my God,' he gave a little thrust up into my mouth. 'Scotty you dog,' he
giggled as I started to bob my head up and down on his extremely solid
shaft. I had no chance of swallowing the lot but I was having a bloody good
try. He was a happy bunny, he just kept thrusting up and fiddling with my
hair and tried to pull my ears off. Doncha just love a romantic overgrown
schooly. He had a dick like a stallion and a bottom like a twelve year
old. I was so in lust I could have cried with the pleasure of it.

I cupped his balls which were surprisingly hairless and massaged the fuzzy
sac, he was tight up, he wasn't going to last too long. I eased off and
started to kiss my way up his flat muscular belly back onto his tummy.

'Ah, Scotty,' he wailed.

'This isn't a none way street,' I grinned at him in the lamplight as I
surfaced for a kiss. I worked his wet flesh to and fro slipping his
foreskin over his gleaming head and then back down again. I didn't want him
to cum and go to sleep on me, I wanted us to cum together, the way things
should be.

'A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do,' he giggled like a kid and dropped
his head, his wet tongue and his sharp teeth played at one nipple and then
the other. Thank God he wasn't one of those who just take and never give
anything in return.

'You've got a big dick.' His hand was around my meat slowly moving up and
down.

'You can talk, Donkey Kong.' I shut up then, he'd dropped his head from my
nips onto my straining cock in one fell swoop. I'd have to teach him a bit
of finesse if we ever got to a second time around. He wasn't experienced
but he got ten out of ten for enthusiasm. He slobbered and sucked away
until I felt my balls tighten in their sac, it was time to stop.

'Whassup?' He looked up my belly in the subdued light. 'Didn't you like
it?'

'Too much Ollie my love.'

'I like that.'

'What?'

'Ollie my love,' he laughed and this time it was a seventeen year old's
laugh. 'Bit early for love, innit?'

'Not too early for a sixty niner,' I retorted and started to move around on
the bed. He smirked at me, this one he knew, novice or not.

I took his massive pole in my hand and gently moved the loose foreskin up
and dowm, he was back to being as hard as a rock in no time, at the same
time he'd taken hold of me, I was reversed on the bed, we were head to toe,
or head to middle and ready for the off.

I think I must have taken him into my mouth at exactly the same time as he
did me, I clasped his smooth buns and he grabbed mine after that it was all
down to cock, a world of cock. I took his slippery penis as far back in my
throat as I could and he did the same, I loved the feel of his bum, he
might have been a junior giant but he had a bottom so smooth and so tight I
was nearly cumming at the thought of taking it and the thought of taking
him all the way.

'I'm cumming,' he spluttered around my moving penis as it slipped in and
out of his mouth. I didn't answer, I could feel my sperm boiling up, it was
on it's way as well.

When it happened it was an explosion of spunk. I felt his hot jets splash
into the back of my throat, choking me and making me splutter, my nose was
assailed by the smell of boy cream, rich, musty and every-bloody-where. I
came into his mouth at the same time and we both finished up eating the
thick juice and catching the overflow splashes on our faces and necks. I
don't know if this was a regular event for him but he came like a horse, it
was everywhere.

I looked at my cum on his forehead and across his nose, he was a mess. I
grinned proudly, that was one of my better ones. I twisted around in the
bed and kissed him. He struggled laughing but not pulling away, our
slippery lips met again, the smell of youthful semen was heavy and rich on
the air. The place smelt like a brothel or so I imagine.

'What a fuckin' mess,' he giggled and eventually we lay still cuddling and
gently kissing each other's cheeks, nose, lips, anywhere and everywhere.

'Don't swear,' I smiled and put my finger on his lips, he opened his mouth
and sucked at it. 'Teaser.' I fucked my finger in between his lips and he
beamed.

'That was my best cum ever,' he giggled like the schooly that I suppose he
still was. 'Must be you.'

'I hope so,' I looked at him suddenly serious. 'You're not going to get
into trouble staying out the night.'

'Nah, it's all fixed.' He grinned at me and turned towards me, I felt his
relaxed meat slip against my thigh. 'I don't suppose you'd like me to come
around tomorrow night? It is a Saturday after all.'

'If Mr Fixit can fix it I'd love for you to move in.'

'Dunno about that,' he laughed. 'A date, tomorrow night?'

'Great.' I snuggled up alongside my boy-man and eventually we pulled the
bedclothes over us. Somewhere along the line I managed to turn the bedside
light off.

'What a night,' he sighed in the dark.

'I set the alarm for seven.'

'Jeez, that's a bit early.'

'I just love early morning sex,' I cuddled him fiercely.

'Jeez,' he groaned and turned away, I felt his soft bottom press against my
hips. 'See you at seven,' he burrowed into the bedding his bum pushed
against me. I turned and spooned up against his warm body, it couldn't get
much better than this.

Three things woke me up, the first two were pretty humdrum and routine, the
sound of the alarm and the sound of the birds. The third wasn't routine at
all, there was a large and hard meaty object nestling between my cheeks and
someone on the end of it slyly and gently pushing. Crafty Ollie the boyman
with the outsize dick was trying to slip one up yours truly.

'Put some glop on it, dopey.'

'Where is it?' He muttered and nuzzled at the back of my neck. 'I'm so
bloody hard.' The last was nearly a whine.

'In the bedside drawer,' I wriggled back against him. 'And put some inside,
you're a bit on the big side.'

'I know,' he whispered and chuckled. I heard him move off for a moment and
the slide of the small drawer in the bedside unit. I waited a moment rather
nervously I must admit until I felt his cold slippery fingers between my
cheeks and a gentle prod.

'Take it easy, I don't need pain this time of the morning.' I thought about
that for a minute. 'I don't need pain, fullstop.'

'I wouldn't hurt you, Scotty,' he promised and I felt his oiled finger move
gently to and fro easing my ring and relaxing the muscle. 'You ready?'

'Nice and slow.' I pushed back. Was I ready, I don't know. I'd never been
taken by a seventeen year old with an eight inch penis. Yeah, that reminded
me, I was going to measure that thing before the weekend was over. Ah,
Jeez. I felt movement as a super slippery meaty mass forced my cheeks apart
and nudged at my sphincter. Ollie's warm breath was on the back of my neck
and I could swear I could feel his heart beat against my back as his smooth
chest pressed against me. 'Jeeeeezus........' That hurt, his glans had
opened me up and entered my body like a massive fist. I could feel tears
spring to my eyes but suddenly the pain eased, he was inside and I could
feel his slippery lump slip deeper and deeper into my body. I pushed back a
little. He, holding me tightly began to slowly move to and fro.

'You alright?' His voice was thick and I could feel the dampness of sweat
between his chest and my back, I could also feel the glorious heat of his
boy tool in my belly moving to and fro and sinking deeper at every move.

'I'll live,' I croaked. I've got to admit that I have been fucked more than
once but never by anyone with a penis as big as his. Then again never by
anyone I really felt for as I felt for Ollie. Silly bastard, I was falling
for a bloody schoolkid. 'Go on, Ollie. Gently.'

It might have been his first time and I believe it was but he was good. He
took it slow and he was gentle. Even he must have realised that he could
hurt me and I don't think he wanted to do that. He wanted to have sex and
that was fair enough, so did I. I pushed back a little more, he was still
moving in more and more, I could feel his hot cock inside me and there was
more to come or is it cum.

'Come on top,' I rolled onto my belly and he came with me, I opened my legs
and without prompting he moved inside. A moment later he made the move that
anyone who's topped a bottom knows. His knees forced mine apart even
further forcing my bum up onto his gentle thrustings.

'Fantastic,' he breathed and made a further little shove, I felt his crisp
pubics on my cheeks, he was almost in.

'All the way, Ollie.' I pushed up and felt him slide in the remainder of
his hot meat. His pubes crushed against my bum and his belly nestled in the
small of my back. His eight inch cock was firmly sheathed in my body, we
were joined totally and absolutely, we were one.

'God, this is incredible.'

'Better than your last one?' I risked that remark.

'You're my first,' he muttered. 'I've never done this before.'

'Don't sweat it, you're doing all right,' I chuckled into the pillow. It's
great to have a sense of humour when your hole is being stretched by the
biggest boycock in Surrey.

'Gawd, you are so beautiful,' he started to move himself in and out. His
forearms rested either side of my torso and he started to move faster.

I just lay there and grinned into the pillow. I'd never been called
beautiful before, it was a first. Ouch, he was really moving now, his long
cock was slipping out and then he was thrusting in as if he wated to push
me through the bed. He was fucking for real, my own hardness was almost
painful squashed between my belly and the bedding.

'Go on, harder.' Christ, what a slut, I was beginning to enjoy it, his
slippery meat was massaging my prostate at every thrust and I was almost
cumming myself.

'Gotta cum,' he gasped and moved even faster.

'Christ. I clutched the pillows and pushed up hard onto his sex, I was
nearly crying with the pleasure. I have never, believe me, I have never had
it as good as this.

He made one slippery and oily penetration with a slap of his taut belly
against my back and I felt his organ seem to swell inside of my gut and
then the jerk and the pulsing. I swear I could feel his hot spunk splash
inside me, was it five or six spurts, I dunno, it seemed to go on for
ever. He finally pressed his semen coated shaft in deep and hard and stayed
there pressed tightly ug against my body frantically kissing and nuzzling
at my sweat sheened neck.

'That was so good, Scotty,' his breath was as hot as a furnace on my
neck. I just laughed softly and pushed up. I'd pleasured my Ollie, if he
was happy and then so was I.

We must have lay there for a whole five minutes just coming down from our
special high until he finally slipped free. I felt his juices between my
cheeks, he must have filled my passage with his creamy boy juice. Talk
about squishy.

'We gotta do this again tonight,' he flopped onto his back and I rolled
onto my side and gave him a dopey grin.

'We haven't finished this morning yet,' I stirred his limp meat with a
finger. 'Have you measured it?'

'Eight.'

'Centimetres or inches?'

'Inches, dickhead.'

'Big boy then, 'I grinned at him. 'Tonight I wanna do it from the front,
you and me, both from the front.'

'Yeah, I've seen photos when I've been on line.' He blushed. Would you
believe he'd just commited a so callled un-natural sex act with another guy
and he bloody well blushed. Christ, he was so nice I could hug him to
death.

'I'm ready,' he looked at me totally seriously and turned away and then
rolled onto his stomach.

'You don't have to if you don't want to.' God knows what made me say that.

'I've done you and I want you to do me,' he craned his head around and
looked at me over his shoulder. 'Then we're proper boyfriends.' I didn't
reply, I just looked at his beautiful little boy bum, you can't argue with
schooly logic, kids are on their own little planet.

'I dunno,' I teased him and stroked his firm little fleshy mounds. 'Are you
a virgin?'

'Of course I'm a fuckin' virgin,' he snorted.

'Language, sweetnuts,' I knelt up and kissed one pale cheek and then the
other, as a finale I slipped my tongue down his crack from top to bottom
and then kissed again.

'Do me, Scotty. Please.' He opened his legs wide and I saw him clutch the
pillow. He was being brave, he probably expected some hurt but I didn't
want that, I wanted it to be nice and easy. I moved up and knelt between
his legs, bending over I kissed the back of his sweaty neck and ran my
engorged glans up and down his crack. 'Use the stuff,' he moaned. 'Don't
hurt me.'

'Never.' I grabbed the KY. I was dribbling, this was going to be a quicky
and I wanted to be inside him like yesterday before I popped off all over
his satiny smooth cheeks. 'You ready?' I kissed him again, I couldn't peel
my lips away from his beautiful body, I was beginning to feel like a
limpet, I just couldn't get enough.

'Yeah.' His voice came out like a nervous croak but I knew he wanted it, he
wanted me and I wanted him.

I sllowly slid my weeping glans between his cheeks, it slipped in like a
hot knife into butter, the merest resistance and I penetrated into his hot
flesh.

'Aaah,' he flinched and gave a little sob.

'You alright,' I froze. If I hurt him I'd bloody well die.

'Yeah,' he gave a little giggle. 'Feels like a plum up me bum.' There was
an obvious reply but I didn't push my luck. I slipped in a little further
and as I sensed him relax I moved out a little and then back in again
gaining another inch of his oh so tight boy fanny.

I kissed the back of his neck again, I couldn't stop but this time I pushed
in deeper, at least half of my straining hardness sank into his tender boy
flesh taking his virginity from him for ever, he was mine.

I began to move in and out a little faster, he gave a little groan here and
there but began to push up onto my advances.

'Yeah, I could get to like this,' he laughed and pushed up harder. I pushed
down harder sheathing my painfully hard cock in his hot shute. I pushed
harder with my belly against his firm bottom. 'Oooh,' he pushed back
harder, we were tighter together than a pair of kippers (how's that for
romantic).

'You are so fuckin' tight,' I mumbled as I began to fuck for real.

'Stop swearing or I'll tell Mum,' he laughed. I love a kid with a sense of
humour, I rewarded him with an extra hard thrust and then lost it. I
started to fuck like a rabbit, I could feel my juices bubbling under and
the heat in my groin, I was going to cum so hard into this beautiful boy
that I'd be wrecked for a week.

'Go on, go on,' he must have sensed or even felt that my climax was on the
verge as he pushed up onto me really hard just as I began to squirt and
pump into his loving and willing body.

'Ooh, Jeez,' I whinged as I felt my cock explode inside him spraying and
coating his sweet tunnel with my love juices, I nearly cried at the blessed
relief, the absolute pleasure of emptying myself into my young partner,
filling him with my very essence.

It was over, I lay on him like a dead man until he rolled out and we
cuddled both sweaty and smelly, both sated and both grinning at each other
like a pair of loons.

'How do you feel?' Pretty silly question but I had to ask.

'Satisfied,' he smiled. 'I've fancied you for over a year you know.'

'Pardon.'

'Granted,' he laughed. 'I came to that first party a year ago and I knew
what Matthew and your mate got upto.'

'So, where do I fit in?'

'I came up a few times in the summer and saw you here with that Gary
helping out.'

'And?'

'Well, I knew Gary and Matthew were at it and Peter reckoned you were
..... you know.'

'Who the hell's Peter?'

'The kid at the bar tonight, the little blondy type.'

'Jesus, are you all at it then?'

'Nah,' he laughed. 'Peter fancies everyone but he's the shy type.'

'I think we'd better have a chat tonight.' I gave him a final kiss and slid
from the bed.

'Aw, is that it?'

'Until tonight, lover boy,' I pulled the duvet off him leaving him in all
his naked splendour. I was so tempted to jump back into bed but things to
do, planets to conquer and all that crap.

'We gonna share a shower,' he gave me a smirk.

'Why not?'  Holy Whatsists, he was out of the bed like a rocket and in the
bathroom in zero seconds flat.  'Fuckin' 'ell,' I wandered after him, he
was the youth I was the old man in this partnership, I might be built like
a greyhounds but I couldn't run like one.

I did my bit in the bathroom, toiletwise that was and lurked outside the
frosted glass enjoying the show. Even a blurry vision of Ollie was a vision
after all.

'You coming in?' My young lover slid open the door and looked at me
impatiently. 'You sound like a brass band on that toilet.' He laughed and
moved over.

Did I say he was a vision. A wet one, he had all the abs and pecs in the
right places, all the muscles the storywriters tell us about, he had them
all but not to excess and the icing on the cake was his penis, it was wet
and soapy and almost at full stretch, this kid had a very serious hormonal
problem.

'Am I safe?' I nearly simpered as I slipped into the shower alongside my
schooly Adonis. He didn't answer just grinned at me and attacked me with a
soapy sponge. Bliss? I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, things like
this just didn't happen to me.

'Turn around, I'll do your back,' he gently turned me around but not before
I noticed that his eight incher was at a full present arms. I had the
funniest of feelings my randy Ollie wasn't quite finished yet.

He must have bent his knees a little because I'd only had my back turned a
minute when the sponge dropped, one of his hands slipped onto my belly and
I felt his spongy glans slip between my cheeks.

'I'm thinking of God, Queen and Country,' I muttered and flathanded the
shower wall. Sod it, go with the flow.

'Think of me instead,' he whispered and I felt a jerk. His slippery knob
had penetrated me again and it was even better than last time, this time he
began to move to and fro straight away. Once it was on track he held both
my hips and fucked. Not like I had, not like a manic rabbit but slow and
sure, a boy or a youth who knew exactly what he was doing and what he
wanted.

'Yeah,' I pushed back onto his big dick as he bottomed out and his belly
began to slap against my back. As I said he must have bent his knees but he
was there and at the end of each movement he thrust upwards as if he was
trying to lift me off my feet. It was incredible.

'I could do this forever,' he kept one hand on my hip but moved the other
one around and started to wank me. 'Come down,' he muttered and we went
down onto the shower base with him still riding me like a young stallion. I
finished up doggy under the streaming water and he crouched above fucking
me for dear life.

It was getting bigger and harder, he was going to pop.

I pushed back hard as he let out a groan, he rammed in and I pushed back
even harder forming a fleshy seal between out bodies. I swear, I swear on
my Kermit's pyjamas that kid came even more than the first time, I jerked
and twitched like a spastic (a good looking one) as his giant cock spurted
and splashed what seemed to be a gallon of his creamy, youthful spunk deep
into my battered bum. I grabbed my own cock and a couple of handful later
spurted my own lesser offering onto the shower floor, he just pumped idly
into my arse and I felt a final spurt as he slid free.

'Did you mention breakfast?' He asked cheerily as he tottered to his feet
and helped me up.

'I'm going up the hospital to have some stitches put in first,' I clung to
him and kissed his wet neck. 'You're an animal ..... but a nice one.'

'Ever a way with words, my Scotty,' He bent at little and grabbed me in a
bear hug kissing forcefully slipping his tongue into my mouth exploring and
meeting my own little slimy. 'I think I'm in love.'

'Early days, kiddo,' I snuggled into his wet embrace.

'Don't put me down, Scotty,' he hung onto me like he was drowning.

'No, no,' I conforted him. 'Just take it easy, we can have a nice long chat
tonight.'

'I've got no classes for a pair of weeks,' he rinsed me and I did him as we
resumed our normal shower. 'That means I'm off Monday.'

'I worked that one out,' I replied dryly.

'I could give you a hand Monday if you like.'

'I've hit a slump, I'm taking a week off.'

'Ah ha, so I may as well sleep over Sunday night as well.' He laughed
triumphantly like he'd scored a goal.

'I walked into that one,' I muttered but finished up with a big grin on my
face.

'I do love you, Scotty,' he was suddenly serious again.

'We'd better talk about getting married then,' I rinsed off his flaccid
penis feeling the strength and relaxed bulk in my hands.

'Tonight?'

'Tonight.'


					THE END
					 for now


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That's it. Another one to come (Sheepy Revisited - 2).

Incidently; the reference to ' funny fags' is English slang for dope not
comedic homosexuals