Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2009 12:08:29 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: The Mudlark Pt.2 Usual nifty rules apply everyone Sorry everyone, I thought I had posted this part before starting on "Invasion", here it is now though, hope you enjoy it. The Mudlark Chapter 2 -- Tom and Peter The little ones were exhausted after the party. Tom's crew had left and Mrs. Males had gone home, so with the little ones in bed Peter insisted he and Tom bathed before bed. "I am going to show you tonight how much I love you Tom, and to thank you for what you have done for me and my babies the last two years. The day I offered myself to you I would have let you fuck me so that I could feed them, now you have fed them for two years, I think it is time I started to pay my debt. I'm not going to get any bigger and I am certainly not the frail little thing you keep using as the excuse to not penetrate me. Tonight you are going to take me the way you have always wanted to. No excuse you make will wash anymore. There is a jar of Vaseline alongside the bed and while you were out this afternoon I fixed a bolt to the bedroom door so we will not be disturbed. I want this Tom, more than anything in my life, I want you to make love to me completely." Tom knew he had found Paradise that night. He was as familiar with Peter's body as he was with his own, but this night he experienced something he couldn't see. The feeling to his penis as it was slowly encased in the soft and welcoming tissue of Peter's anus. Tom was filled with wonder as he sank deeper into Peter's insides watching the eyes of his lover as they showed that the feeling was mutual. "That feels so good Tom, I have been so frightened of trying to fit your big cock into my little hole, but I wanted this for you." He giggled as he continued, "But now I want it for me. Now I know I will be yours for ever, I love you so much." Tom thought he had died and gone to heaven, the sensation of fucking Peter with long slow strokes was producing feelings he couldn't even begin to understand. He had lusted after Peter from very early in their acquaintance, but this was so much more than lust. This was the culmination of every good emotion he had ever experienced. The two of them slept like babies and woke in a sticky mess of cum, not cleaned up the night before. They both got a fit of the giggles and were not as careful as they should have been. Fred saw the state of them as they ran to the bathroom. He had reached puberty and had ejaculated for the first time only a few weeks ago so he knew what the sticky mess was on Tom and Peter. His young mind very quickly put two and two together. At the first opportunity Fred talked to Peter alone. "Peter, you and Tom, are you lovers?" Peter was surprised and a little shocked that the one encounter had been analysed so accurately by this lad. "What makes you think that Fred?" "Yesterday morning when I saw you both heading for the bathroom, you were both covered in dried cum." "Oh, would it worry you very much if I said yes?" Fred smiled, "No Peter, anything you and Tom do is ok by me. I know plenty of Mudlarks who sold their bodies to eat and I know you were going to do that the night Tom took us back to his boat. I love you both very much, especially you Peter. I would be yours or Tom's lover if you wanted me to be." Peter was stunned. He took Fred into a close embrace and said, "Thank you Fred, I love all of you boys as well, but Tom is very special, I hope I never have to leave him." Fred nodded sagely, he had grown up beyond his years, difficult not to when you are orphaned at eight and have a five year old to fend for as well as yourself. He had nearly starved to death on several occasions trying to keep Harry fed, now he had a full tummy every day and more importantly so did Harry. All of his good fortune was down to Peter and later Tom so anything they did was ok by him. It was only a few nights later that it was Fred's turn to curl up with Tom while they all listened to 'Dick Barton Special Agent'. Every night he was on the radio for half an hour, almost every boy in the country knew Jock and Snowy, Dick's henchmen and were mesmerised by their tales of daring do. When it was finished the others played different games that Tom had brought up from the tug but Fred remained on Tom's lap to talk. "I know you and Peter are lovers Tom, I love you as well so if you would like to fuck me I don't mind. You saved Harry's life so you could have mine if you wanted it." Tom was shattered, he had no idea where this boy was coming from at only twelve years old. Very quickly he came back with an answer though. "Thank you Fred, I love you very much as well, you and the other boys have given my life true meaning but there is no way I am going to defile your body." "But you do it to Peter." "Yes but what I do to Peter is done with love, I don't defile him, because Peter and I love each other in a different way to the way we both love you other four. Also, Peter is an adult and you are still a boy." "But I want to show you how much I love you for saving us all and looking after us." "You do Fred, every day, you are all good boys, you work hard at school and make me proud of you and you never give Peter or Mrs. Males any trouble." Fred could see he wasn't going to win this one so with a big sigh he just said. "Can I stay here for cuddles then Tom until bedtime?" Tom smiled down at his little bundle and stroking his hair said, "Yes Fred, I think I'd like that." When the little ones had all gone to bed Tom breathed a sigh of relief that another crisis had been averted. He would be happy to kiss and cuddle these little urchins forever, they brought him so much happiness and Peter was the icing on the cake, he had a lover that he never expected. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I guess "Cruelty to Children" has really got me going on the boy stories. I hope you enjoyed this little bit of nonsense. It was inspired by an early fifties movie called "The Mudlark" which like this one centred on a boy doing what Peter did only without the intervention of a Tom. I had two working parents at the end of WWII and it was still hard for us until well into the fifties when I hit my teens. For orphans or families where jobs were sparse it was a very lean time indeed and there were plenty of Mudlark equivalents all over the country.