Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2003 16:02:54 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: The Odd Job Boy - Part 1

Warning: This is an Homoerotic story. It contains scenes of
graphic sex between men, youths, boys ... whatever.

If you are under the legal age in your area of residence you 
should back off, go away, sod off. If you continue to read on
you will get to male on male sex. That's the warning.

Please note: My people live on an alternate universe
where there are no AIDS or other STDs - GET IT!

m/t (22 + 16)

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THE ODD JOB BOY

by

G. Cutter


Part One


Peter

A long summer's day, very long, very hot and very boring. I know that they
say our winters are getting getting wetter and starting earlier but we
still have good summers, it's just that they get so boring, at least to me
they do.

By now you'll have guessed that I'm a loner with time on my hands or maybe
just a whinger.  The first one's correct. I live in the Home Counties and
I'm pretty well off thanks to a Lottery win of around a year previous, I
was in the process of settling into a detatched house with a sizeable
garden in an area that wasn't quite home. I didn't have any local friends
and once I'd settled in properly I'd need to get out and do a bit of
clubbing and meet some people.  Ideally I'd like to take on a houseboy, a
gardener or a handyman, something like that but that was for the future.

That wasn't meant to indicate that I wanted to buy a male bride but that I
needed to keep the place clean and get the odd jobs done ..... and someone
to talk to.

I forgot to mention that I'd just turned twenty two and was gay. If I was
straight there'd be no story or at least no story that you'd want to read.

I guess I was pretty well built, not a jock by any means, in fact, at
school I'd been quite good at track events and swimming, I can live without
fat lumps sitting on my face whist I'm eating mud; rugy and football can
take a hike as far as I'm concerned. I'm around five foot eleven, got
pretty scruffy fair hair which the barber calls ash blonde and others call
 dirty blonde. I was naturally fair skinned and only shaved once a week
unless I could get away with it - so, I wasn't what you'd call a hairy
fairy, more a smoothy cutey.

I had no problems with my gayness. I reckon I was more non-sexual than
anything. I liked doing my own thing and it was rarely that I got the hots
for anyone. I just liked cruising in my new car, playing about with my
computer and getting around making a hole in my Lottery winnings. The
interest alone supported my day to day living plus.  Of course there was
always the fear that if I bedded a bit of stray he may try and part me from
my money, or worse still take me apart and grab any loot and goodies he
could get his hands on. So, you can see that apart from being pretty well
off and set up I was a bit paranoid as well.

All that was going to change in the near future.

I forgot to mention that when I did get the hots it was always for some
schoolboy type or for a recent school leaver, you know the kids, baggies
and baseball caps, all mouth and trousers and they wondered why nobody'd
give them jobs. Ten a penny kids hanging around the Job Centre in the
morning and sucking cider in the park in the afternoon. Definitely my type
of boy.

Anyway, here I was in my garden which was beginning to look a bit scruffy
sipping a weak midday drink, it'd get stronger as the day wore on and I got
more bored.

Oh yeah.

I was also studying a card which had been shoved in my letter box a couple
of days before. The card said: Odd Job Man (17). Any Job Tackled. Short
Distances From Town Centre. Phone 01932 778899.

I picked the phone up, it was worth a try. Worstways this kid could do some
work in the garden and bestways I might get lucky.

The phone rang for ever and I was just about to give up when it was picked
up.

'Hello.' A very boyish voice, didn't sound seventeen Might be a younger
brother I suppose.

'Hello to you too. Are you the Odd Job Guy I've got a card for?'

'Could be.' The answer was a little cautious.

'Not a good idea telling everyone you're seventeen, I suppose.'

'Maybe you're right.' The voice sounded uptight. 'Are you another......'

'No, I'm genuine,' I pressed on before he could smack the phone down on
me. I guess he could have got some wierd responses from his card shot.
Let's face it putting a card out telling everyone you're seventeen and want
to earn is like waving a red rag to a bull as far as some people are
concerned ..... like me for one. Still, who knows how much he needed money.

'Anyway, I've just moved into one of the smaller places up Burford Road and
I'm looking for a regular guy to have a go in the garden, a bit of window
cleaning, something like five mornings a week ..... interested?'

'Yeah.' The voice didn't sound too enthusiastic.

'Could lead to loads of work as long as you don't take the piss.' I thought
it was about time to present my working class credentials.

'I don't take the ,,,,, micky,' the boy snapped back. 'I could cycle up and
see you if you like,' he sounded a bit calmer.

'OK,' I took the plunge. 'Its number 57 Burford Road, called Woodend for
some reason. Can you make it for around two this afternoon.'

'Yeah I can.'

'OK, I'm Peter Chubb, who are you then?'

'Joe ..... Joseph Rodriguez.'

'See you around two, Joe.' I put the phone down and took a long slug of my
drink, he sounded a young seventeen, he sounded nice. Time would tell.

A two o'clcock meeting gave him an hour to get to my place, I assumed that
he would walk or even cycle, he sounded a bit young to have a car although
at seventeen he may have a moped or a small motor bike.

No messing with this kid, promptly at two o'clock the bell did it's ding
dong routine which I heard whist still sunbathing and drinking on the
patio, I ambled through to the front door to greet or maybe interview my
visitor.

'Is Mr. Peter Chubb in?'

'He is,' I grinned inanely at the vision on the doorstep. If he was
seventeen I was a Martian. He looked to be late fifteens or possibly
sixteen, slightly Spanish looking or even Italian with spiky black hair,
slim and trim without looking undernourished, I supposed you'd call him
slender. Snub nose with full red lips and beautiful bright blue eyes. What
more can I say, he was a doll. Strangely enough he reminded me of Ash out
of Pokemon which shows my low tastes. Mind you I fancied Ash as well, when
I was much younger I used to fancy the Babycham Bambi but that's something
we don't want to get into right now.  If you saw Ash on Massive
Destruction's site you'd know exactly what I mean. (..... Now there's a
plug)

'Yeah?' The boy looked at me impatiently bringing me back to earth with a
bang, he probably thought I was an idiot or maybe the butler, the Burford
Road area was a bit like that. 'I'm supposed to see him at two,' he glanced
at his watch as if to check.

'I'm Peter Chubb you gotta be Joe Rodriguez ..... come in let's have a
chat. He seemed a bit hesitant but followed me through the house onto the
patio and I settled him down.  He was dressed quite tidily so I reckoned he
must have made a bit of an effort, he had a clean white shirt on open at
the neck and a bit lower displaying a beautifully brown upper chest but
spoiled it all by wearing huge baggies and bashed up trainers.  I reckon
the shirt was a leftover from his school days but he'd made an effort and
that was the main thing.  I didn't know whether to offer him work or stick
fifty quid in his hand and tell him to hop into my bed but good sense won
out in the end.

We did the embarassed English mumble bit that strangers do until I stuck a
cold drink in his hand and sat down. His eyes were everywhere, he'd clearly
expected someone older, maybe a bit more mature but a few sucks on his can
and he seemed to chill out a bit.

'Don't mind me calling you Joe, do you?'

'Feel free,' he gave a cheeky smile.

'OK. Joe,' I started the spiel. 'I've recently moved into this neck of the
woods and don't know anybody. I hope to find a helper or a handyman if
you'd like to help me keep the place tidy, keep the garden tidy and do odd
jobs around the place ..... nothing too technical.'

'Yeah,' Joe seemed interested although he was looking at me like I was
fresh from another planet.

'Whassup, Doc?'

'You're pretty young to have a place up here.' Then inspiration. 'You're
interviewing for your parents or something.' He smiled like he'd solved a
problem.

'No,' I smiled at him desperately trying to put him at his ease. 'I live on
my own and I want someone to do odd jobs around the place. I don't want an
older guy who might well wanna take the piss, I need a youngster who'll do
what I want ...... for a decent wage of course.'

'Yeah, right,' Joe was still a bit confused. He probably had me down for
eighteen or something as I did look younger than my twenty two years. It
has it's ups and it's downs, looking young I mean.

'Bit of cleaning, bit of gardening ..... computer games?'

'Computer games?' By now Joe had clearly lost it.

'Yeah, as I say, I'm on my own, I don't mind a bit of company.' I left it
at that. I was making it up as I went along but I didn't want to make out
that I was willing willing to pay for company, although in this case I
was. Money was the very least of my problems.

'I dunno,' Joe was clearly interested in spite of his answer. 'I've never
done full time before.'

'It's upto you,' I started to back pedal. 'Three, four or five days a
week. What about it?  Fiver an hour, do as many hours as you like
..... cash in hand, all tax free.' I felt like I was offering a bribe and I
suppose I was. I realised that I was trying to buy the kid but I also
realised that I didn't want him to slip though my fingers.

'I could do five mornings a week, maybe full days if you can find me the
work.' Joe was now smiling. The little fish had impaled himself on my big
old hook in a manner of speaking.

'Seven days a week, if you want to take on the cooking.' Now this was
really pushing my luck.

'I dunno about that,' Scotty laughed. 'I wouldn't want to poison the Boss.'

'OK, start tomorrow, morning in the garden and a couple of hours in the
house and take it from there ..... what do you reckon, my man.'

Yeah, great,' Joe looked dazed, perhaps he wasn't used to things moving so
quickly.

'Any additional jobs I'd pay some sort of bonus.'

'Such as,' Joe looked cautious, perhaps I'd overstepped the mark.

'Cleaning the little pool, cleaning the chimneys, I dunno, do I,' I forced
a laugh, I'd clearly talked myself into a hole. I was blatantly offering
money but I needed to back off a bit otherwise he'd be off like a rocket.

'OK. Mr Chubb,' Joe was formal. 'I'd like to give it a go if you want me.'

I do. I do.

'OK. Start tomorow if you can get here for around nine.'

'I can get here for eight if you like.'

'Alright, eight it is, nice and early.' I tried to sound enthusiastic,
early rising was not one of my hobbies but I'd suffer for Joe. 'I'll pay
you day by day, is that OK?'

'Great,' Joe smiled again. God he was so fucking beautiful!

'OK, Joe, I'll see you tomorrow,' I began to get up and then had a
thought. 'Oh, yeah, if you've got time I could show you around the place.'

Joe shrugged with teenage indifference, the couldn't care less bit.

'Yes, no?' I perservered.

'OK,' Joe cracked another of his sweet grins. Christ, I was
besotted. 'Time's me own, Mr. Chubb.'

'For Gawd's sake don't call me Mr. Chubb,' I laughed. 'I sound like a
schoolmaster, call me Pete or Peter, I don't care.'

'OK, Peter.'

'Come on then, I'll give you a quicky.'

'What?'

'A guided tour,' I backpedalled yet again, it was far to early for 'Carry
On' remarks.

That's exactly what I did. I took him around the garden which was quite
large and as I'd said previously getting scruffy and I pointed out the
small pool which was in a hell of a state with floating leaves and the
beginnings of algae scumming the surface.

'Wants draining and a good clean out,' Joe smiled. 'Could be bonus work.'

This kid wasn't silly.

'Could be, Joey.' I thought I'd try a bit of familiarity but he didn't seem
to mind.

I took him back into the lounge through what the Estate Agent had called
the Day Room and then into the third ground floor room which didn't seem to
have a name. He seemed happy enough tagging along so I took him upstairs
and gave him a brief glimpse of the three bedrooms. Mine and one other
shared a bathroom and the so called guest room had it's own bathroom and
toilet.

'Gotta lot of bedrooms,' Joe frowned probably wondering who used them all.

'You never know when you might want them.'

'Yeah,' Joe answered. 'Spare bedrooms always come in handy.' Did I detect a
note of sarcasm.

'Spare rooms too,' I announced. 'This rooms my mini gym,' I flung the door
back and he popped his head in.

'Wicked.' It looked like he liked the exercise stuff.

'This is where I do my photography, if I ever get going again.' I showed
him the final upstairs room which was large enough to be a small extra
bedroom but I'd spent some money coverting it into a small studio with a
self contained dark room.

'Studio?' Joe peered in taking in the backing paper, camera tripods and
suchlike.  'What sort of photos do you take?'

'Birds, flowers, still lifes, whatever,' I waffled. 'I used to like the
hobby but I sorta blown it out lately .... I sorta dropped out,' I finished
lamely. I shouldn't have shown him the room. I felt like Bluebeard on a bad
day.

'Birds, flowers .........' Joe looked at me and grinned. 'Yeah, of course.'

'Well, that's it, tour's over,' I grinned inanely. 'One for the road?'

'What?' Joe's mind was still on the studio I fancy. Not good.

'A cold drink.'

'Yeah, great,' Joe smiled and tok a final look around. 'This place needs a
good hoover or something.'

'Something called Joe,' I said over my shoulder as we went back down the
stairs.

'I reckon so.'

If I could have rubbed my hands and drooled it would have been there and
then, in the words of Mr. Kipling ....... I was exceedingly chuffed.

We went back to the patio, the plastic table and the sun-brella (I made
that up). He chilled out with another Coke and he didn't seem too keen to
rush off.

'You in a rush, Joe?'

'Nah,' Joe was relaxed, he looked at me with his sweet smile. 'It's nice
here.'

'Glad you like it.' That was the truth. 'OK. So, whatcha think?'

'Nice place, bit big for one guy though.'

'Yeah, youre right. Still, when I settle in properly I might have guests,
get some of my old mates over. I could always take a lodger if I need
company.'

'Yeah, alright,' Joe scoffed, he was obviously beginning to find his
feet. 'Like you need the money,' he grinned.

'Not really,' I smiled back.

He laughed giving me a flash of beautiful white teeth against the dark skin
of his brown face. Everything was so right about this kid, I just hoped
that he'd settle into the job and eventually ............ I dunno!

The only thing I disliked was those fucking baggies. Christ knows why kids
wear them nowadays, they look like badly packed kitbags from the waist
downwards and there speaks a Fashion Fascist. He'd look much nicer without
them. Most boys would.

'If you don't have to rush off,' I tried a bit of charm. 'Tell me about
yourself ..... as I'm giving you the run of the place that is.'

He did just that. He must have been a bit of a loner like myself and I
think he must have taken to me a little because he was quite open, no
guessing games no hints, he just gave me his life story and I sat back and
listened.

Apparently he'd just left school and he was sixteen not seventeen (a typing
error on the card, he explained with a slight flush), still one fib doesn't
make a liar. He'd had a normal education maybe a bit better than most but
his family had insisted that he left school to bring some money into the
house. Unfortunately, this was a rich man's catchment and there wasn't too
much work around other than the jobs the Centre dished out and they were
generally humdrum crap with low pay.

His family life seemed to be a bit of a mess. His natural father was a
Spaniard hence his surname but he'd died some time back and I could see
that Joe was still very much attached to the man. His mother had recently
re-married a much younger guy who from Joe's description was a cross
between Homer Simpson and Hitler.  Needless to say Joe compared this guy to
his father and the new guy lost out in spades.

Joe didn't like him and the feeling seemed to be mutual. They lived in a
council house which was this man's bought property so Joe was basically
trapped.

He seemed to spend his time hanging around with mates in similar
circumstances although he seemed the only one who had the gumption to get
off his rear and try and find some work and that was the end of the
story. He seemed to have two good friends and I gathered they were called
Sean and Martin but he didn't elaborate.

'Betcha with a card like that you must have come across some right nuts,' I
smiled, our Joe was an easy kid to listen to and I suspected that he was a
lot smarter than he was letting on. He had a disconcerting habit of looking
at you and then smiling as if the act of smiling was a thing he rationed
out. I wondered how bad his home life really was.

'Believe it,' he laughed, he seemed to opening up and he seemed a lot more
natural.  'I got this geyser wanted me to play at housemaids, feather
duster, pinny, the works.  He looked at me a bit slyly, I managed to keep a
straight face, Joe was feeding me a line but I recognised an opening when I
saw one.

'A pinny and baggies would look a bit strange,' I looked at him half
expecting the punchline.

'I don't think the baggies featured,' Joe had the grace to blush a bit. 'It
was pinny and feather duster full stop.'

'And did you?'

'What?'

'Go for it.'

'Nah,' Joe giggled like a kid. 'He was horrible, all fat and hairy, a right
woofta.'

'Right,' I nodded. I'd lost the plot a bit. One thing was obvious, whether
his little yarn was true or not, Joe was opening out and one thing was for
sure, he was no innocent in the way of the world, he might even be a bit of
a romancer but then again he was only a kid. The question was, was he
trying to test me out or just trying to shock me.

'Yeah, the cards were a disaster,' Joe grinned relaxing again. 'My stepdad
went ballistic.'

'I bet. Did you get any jobs out of them.'

'Gotta few,' Joe blew down inside his shirt cooling his chest.. 'Pocket
money jobs, not worth a wank ...... sorry.'

'No probs,' I grinned. 'D'you think this jobs worth a wank?'

'I hope so,' Joe looked at me and smiled slightly. 'You seem a nice
enough..... genuine enough guy.' He looked a bit uncomfortable as if he'd
said the wrong thing.

'Never mind,' I looked him straight in the eyes. 'I think we'll do all
right, we'll give it a spin anyway.'

'I hope so, I need to settle down and earn a bit, get some decent money and
I could even find my own place now I'm sixteen.'

'You'll earn here,' I told him. 'That is if you're willing to work and turn
your hand to anything other than going lazy on me.'

'I won't do that Mr. Ch..... Peter.'

'Good. I suppose I better go down town and get a couple of pinnys and a
feather duster now.'

'Go away,' Joe laughed, a good laugh, a genuine laugh.

'Gotta be better than baggies,' I said quite reasonably. 'They've got to be
the ugliest bit of fashion to hit the scene in the last five years.'

'If it's like this tomorrow I'll wear my shorts,' Joe promised with a
smile.

'I'll look forward to it,' I raised my can in a toast. 'Here's to Joe and
his shorts.'

'Or lack of shorts,' Joe gave me a cheeky grin. I think we were just about
on the same wavelength.

'Sure,' I smiled back, I think we'd gone far enough for the moment.

We sat and chatted a bit longer until around five, I liked his company and
was quite happy for him to stay but he had to help his mother with
something and had to be home by six.  It seemed odd that they wanted him to
get out and earn money like a man but still treated him like a kid, still,
that was his problem.

I gave him my phone number before he left and told him to ring me if he had
second thoughts, I wanted to keep the boss and employee relationship going
for a little while longer although I suspected that it wouldn't last for
too long.




Joe

Peter saw me off at the front door and without looking back I'd bet he was
studying my bum as I cycled away.  I didn't mind, I wanted a job and here
was something that looked to be excellent. I'd latched onto the bit where
he'd mentioned taking on a lodger and slipped in my bit later on but he
hadn't taken me up on it. The mention of a bonus helped too, I wondered how
much he'd pay to clean up that pig sty he called a pool.

He was surprisingly down to earth, not stuck up at all as most were in this
sorta pretty posh area. He was young and a good looker, that scored points
as well, at least it did in the back of my mind, my little private place,
the place no one goes.

I felt a bit of a stiffy in my trousers as I freewheeeled down the hill, it
was a bugger coming up but great gojng down. At one stage I was hoping that
he'd try it on, I was pretty sure he was bent although he had the habit of
hinting and then cooling it off as if he was scared.

I think the bit about the shorts sealed it, he wanted to go on but he
backed off. My dick was getting harder, I didn't know if it was the rubbing
of the bike saddle or the thought of Peter and the thought of what Peter
would do once he had me working for him.  I new the score and I knew he'd
try it on, it was only a matter of time ..... 'Geronimo,' I shouted out as
I cycled by some old lady, she nearly had a heart attack.  I was fucking
delighted with the way the thing had turned out the down side was telling
mum and The Bastard from the Lowest Pit of Hell, that's the stepdad to you
lot.

Mum had prepared a mediocre snack which she called supper. Supper at six in
the evening, I ask you. I asked her why the deadline and she said that
Charles insisted but she didn't know why which seemed par for the course. I
then told her that I'd got myself a job and that I started early the next
day, I told her all about it and drew a blank. She just didn't want to
know, she insisted the job description should be 'houseboy' and it was far
below my dignity, far below the family's dignity for that matter and that
was that. She didn't want me to take it. I didn't let on that I had Peter's
number or she'd have got on the blower and fucked it for me. She did ask me
the Peter's address but played stupid and said I'd forgotten.  She accepted
that. How can you live with people who think you're so thick that you've
forgotten where your workplace is in the matter of an hour, how can you
fucking well live with them?  Marry me Peter, please. I made for the
stairs, I was going to chill out with a bit of Dido and have an early
night, tomorrow was going to be a big day and I wanted to dig out my
shorts.

'Charles is not going to be very happy,' my mother called as I went up the
stairs to my room.

'Fuck Charles,' I called back. That brought on a screaming fit as I knew it
would.

I think it must have been around ten and I was dozing when I heard the
clump of work boots on the stairs, Charles was home from the pub and
hopefully he was going to pass out in a drunken stupor again.

No such luck.

'Gotcha yourself a job, have you,' he burst into my room without knocking.

'Sod off, Charles,' I was half asleep and spoke without engaging the brain
first.

'Don't talk to me like one of your tarty mates,' he sneered.

All my mates were tarts to Charles and his little crew because they liked
to keep themselves smart and dress a bit kewl.

'I gotta get up early in the morning, I've got a job to go to,' I told him
probably with a little bit of pride. I was chuffed and I couldn't see what
mum's problem was.

'You're not taking that job,' Charles had obviously talked to the lady
downstairs, I was going right off calling her mum. 'I don't want a bloody
houseboy under my roof, if you want a job get a proper one.'

'Where I work has got nothing to do with you.' That's when I made the
mistake of getting off my bed and fronting him up.  A big mistake. He was a
lot bigger than me and a lot tougher.

'My house, my rules, dago.' That was it. That was an insult, an insult to
me and to my dead father. That woman downstairs always said I had Spanish
laziness in me but also a Spanish temper and she may have been right.

'Fuck off, you cunt,' I flew at him and tried to whack him one.

'Useless little prick,' he laughed and easily blocked my blow and power
punched me dead centre of the chest. I felt myself falling and gasping for
air as he hit me again on the side of the face and I swear I heard
something snap before I blacked out.

I came to some time later to see Charles leaning against the door
effectively letting 'her' into the room. My chest felt like it was caved in
and my face felt like I'd been kicked by a horse. I felt blood trickle from
my mouth as I lay gasping on the floor.

'Want some more?' He leant against the door and sneered. I reckon he
probably had a University Degree in sneering, B.A. (Sneers ) maybe but this
had gone past joke time.

'Fuckin' wanker,' I glared at him from the floor. 'Shitbag.........' he was
on me before I could really get into it.

'That's it,' he grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head back onto the
floor and that was on the already damaged side. He then sprang up and
kicked me in the ribs with those bloody great boots of his. The last thing
I heard was him laughing as I sank into darkness ..... I thought I was
dying

God knows how long it took before I came to and Jesus, I hurt all over. The
woman was bathing my face with a flannel acompanied by a bowl of cold
water. I peered around the room with one eye, the other one was closed.

'Sit up, Joe,' she continued to bathe my bruised and battered face with a
flannel that felt like sandpaper.

'You awake?' Joe Bugner with boots was still lurking, I kept my mouth shut,
I'd had enough.

'Leave him alone, Charles,' he's had enough the woman spoke.

'I want you out of this house in one hour,' Charles spoke quietly for
once. 'You're over sixteen now and I don't want you on my property. Do you
understand what I'm saying.'

I nodded, to be honest I didn't dare speak in case he hit me again. I just
wanted to go before he killed me.'

'Charles,' she protested.

'Shut it, or you can go with him.' He turned his attention back to little
old me. 'You have one hour to get out under your own steam or I'll put you
out in an ambulance. Do you understand.' He spoke the last bit slowly and
clearly, this was the end of the road.  'Help him out,' the last bit was
for the woman.

'I'll go, fuck your house,' I managed to speak although every movement of
my mouth and jaw hurt like hell.

'Good girl.' That was it, I heard Charles leave the room and slam the door,
I bet the neighbours loved living next door to this circus.

'What are you going to do,' the woman was nearly in tears.

'I'm gonna get out before he kills me,' I dragged myself up onto the
bed. My mind was jellyfied I couldn't think, all I knew was that I was
running scared, I had to get out of the place that I used to call home. I
grabbed my backpack and feebly stuffed it with some gear, most of it I'd
abandon, I could always sneak back when he was at work.

'Where will you go?' She was back to whining. I'd be glad to see the back
of her at least. I wish my proper Dad was around still, he'd have killed
these bastards.

'Dunno, it's a nice night,' I tried a grin but it was too painful. I
stuffed the picture of my natural Dad into my bag. 'Get me out of here
before he comes back,' I threw myself on her mercy.

'I'll go in and talk to him,' she offered.

'For Christ sake get me out of here,' I hissed. 'He's fuckin' homicidal.'

'You just can't leave in the middle of the night.'

'Watch me,' I staggered to the door clutching the bulging backpack, a quick
glance around my little nest and that was it.

Thankfully she shut up and got me down to the front door and wheeled my
bike around the front. I was off. Perching the bag on the crossbar I
tottered off down the front path.

'Where you going,' she called out.

'Anywhere,' I turned my back on her. I'd never go back. I never wanted to
see her again and I certainly didn't want to see him.

I had two options with maybe a third. Sean a mate of mine in the next
street and little Martin another mate a couple of streets away. The problem
was that both my mates had decent dads and either one of them saw me in my
present state they'd be on the phone to the police and I didn't want that.
Revenge is a dish best served cold, I remember that from a book, Charles
could wait.

Of course, the third and final option was Peter Chubb. I knew what his
endgame was but would he take me in as I was at this moment in time. There
was only one way to find out. I hoped the phone box was working on The
Green, it was my last chance.  I slowly pushed my bike in that direction, I
passed a couple of people on the way but they took one look and scurried
about their business. Good Samaritans were a bit thin on the ground in
Horsham around eleven o'clock on a Thursday night.

Praise the Lord and give thanks. The open phone was brand new, another
twenty four hours and it's be a gutted shell.

I pulled Peter's lump of paper from my pocket and peered at it through the
good eye.  Great, I had double vision.

I made it in the end, it was a local number so I only had to do the last
six digits and I managed it much to my surprise and listened to the ringing
tone as it seemed to go on for ever.

'Yeah.' It was Peter, thank God. I just hoped he was in a good mood.

'Peter Chubb,' I checked.

'That's me, who's calling.

'Me.'

'That's useful. I know lots of people called me,' Peter laughed mind you I
don't suppose anyone had been banging his head on the bedroom floor
recently.

'Joe. Joe Rodriguez.'

'Hi, Joe.  What's up you sound funny.'

'Stepdad beat me up and threw me out.

'Shit.'

'You could say.' I mustered my courage.'I wanna ask a very big
favour........'

'No problem,' Peter was suddenly serious. 'Where are you?'

'The phone box on The Green.'

'Stay right there, Joe,' Peter laughed, I dunno why he was so bloody
cheerful, I felt like shit on a shovel. 'Joe, you still there?' I must have
drifted off and missed something.

'Yeah.'

'I said stay right there and I'll be with you in round ten minutes,
alright?'

'Cheers, I'll be here.'

The phone went down and the dialling tone started. I replaced the phone my
end and looked at what passed for nightlife in Horsham, mainly speeding
cars on their way home from the various pubs and clubs.

Seemed like only a couple of minutes and a big Range Rover drew into the
kerb right alongside, Peter hopped out, I noticed he had a pair of Freddy
Kruger slippers on which was encouraging, another fuckin' maniac. I hoped
he wasn't a boy beater as well.
 
'State of you,' Peter laughed which went down well. 'Gimme that bike,' he
grabbed the bike and opening the back hatch on his monster heap slung it in
whilst I stood swaying in the breeze.

'Get in,' he opened the passenger door and I clambered up into this
thing. I did feel a gentle pat on the bottom but I reckoned he'd earned a
few liberties. I sat back in the luxury, it was so high off the ground it
was like being in a lorry. I leant my aching head on the cool window glass
as he checked the back door and then got in.

'What you need is a hot drink and some painkillers, a nice hot bath and a
good sleep,' Peter declared on the drive back to his house.

'Won't argue,' I winced as I tried to make myself comfortable. 'What about
the job?  I dunno how I'm going to feel tomorrow.'

'Don't worry about the job, it's yours,' Peter patted my knee and then
gently clasped it.

'Watch the road.' I gave a pained grin. I was pretty sure I knew where I
stood now but there was a time and a place for everything.

'We should substitute a couple of scotches for the tea,' Peter put both
hands on the wheel. 'They'd put you to sleep and relax you.'

'Whatcha mean.'

'I want you to tell me all about it before you sleep, I don't want an irate
stepdad on the doorstep and I don't want the police either. The guy who did
all that to you should be locked up right now .... fuck me, you're only
sixteen,' he slammed the wheel in anger.

'Yeah,' I was at the agree with everything stage, I was sitting there in a
world of hurt, I just wanted to lie down in safety away from the maniac
down the hill and I was in a car with a guy wearing Freddy Kruger slippers.

'Anyway,' Peter grinned. 'I love to hear tales of woe.'

'Cheers.' This time I might have sounded just a tad sarcastic.

We arrived at his place in a short while, he left the bike in the car and
managed to get me into his lounge and into an armchair where I flopped, I
felt safe, in fact, I felt very safe, no one knew where I was. I glanced at
the slippers. 'Nah.'

Peter busied himself mixing a drink and finally presented it and I took a
sip. 'Yeuch.'

'Scotch and lemonade,' Peter grinned. 'Persevere it'll dull the pain.' He
knelt down between my legs and I though ....... well, I ain't gonna tell
you what I thought but he only whipped my trainers off.

'Thought you'd got lucky, kid,' Peter laughed and dropped into his own
chair and gazed at me for a couple of moments. 'So tell me all about it,
Joey.'

So I did, trying not to sound a wimp I gave a blow by blow account or what
I remember of it. Jesus my mouth hurt, I was getting used to the taste of
the spirit but made the inside of my cheek stung, I must have cuts inside
my mouth.

'What the hell possessed you to mention houseboy, you should have said
handyman or labourer, he might have liked that, they sound bigger and
butcher,' Peter grinned although I couldn't se anything funny.

'Wasn't me,' I mumbled. That was the woman, I just told her I'd got a job
doing odds and sods.'

'What woman?' Peter looked puzzled.

'My ex-mum, I've cut her loose, I don't want to know.'

'Ah, gotcha,' Peter looked over the rim of his glass. 'They gonna take you
back?'

'Nah, he's been waiting for this. Anyway, I can't let him do this again, he
could kill me. I'm sorta at your mercy.'

'Um,' Peter nodded agreement although not labouring the point. 'I think if
we can get a couple of drinks in you, get you in a nice hot bath and a
decent night's sleep we can talk it over in the morning.' he looked at me
as if awaiting a reply.

'Sounds good,' I managed a pained grin.

I hope so,' Peter's eyes bored into me like a double barrelled shotgun. 'I
think we could do well together.'

I didn't reply. I knew sooner or later he'd try something on and in a
curious way I was looking forward to it. He was looking after me, I was
safe for the moment and I was grateful. Anyway, I fancied him even if he
was a bit older than I was, perhaps I needed a mother figure after all.

Peter seemed to make a decision. 'Get you're t-shirt off, I want to look at
your body.'

'Pushy,' I started to laugh but it hurt too much.

'Cheeky,' Peter grinned and helped me off with the tee. 'Bad bruising,' he
had a prod around under my left tit but it didn't feel too bad until he
squeezed my ribs under my left arm

'Jeez,' I leapt. 'Fuckin hell, that hurt.'

'Might be fractured or broken, you won't die,' he grinned. He was so brave,
I had a rather uncharitable desire to stomp on his ribs just for a laugh.

'Open your gob, sweetheart.' I found later that his charm did slip now and
again.

'Aaah,' I opened wide.

'Cut and inflamed,' he pronounced. 'You'll live.'

'Cheers,' I said trying to inject a bit of venom but I hadn't got it in me

'Finger your teeth one by one and see if you've got any loose.'

I did so and they felt fine, at least I didn't have any wobblers and I told
him so.

'Excellent,' he mixed another drink and he seemed to more whiskey in this
one. 'I'm not a doctor although I've done a bit of First Aid. I would
suggest you rest up for a twelve hour spell maybe ..... just laze around
and I'll get a doctor to give you a good going over,' he presented me with
my second drink and this one was in a half pint glass.

'I don't feel like anythings broken, I just feel trashed, I ache all over.'

'Yeah, gotcha,' Peter smiled sympathetically which is what I was after I
suppose.  'What we'll do after you have a bath is get you bedded down in
the spare which is next to mine and you can yell out if you feel rough in
the night.

'OK.' I felt blurry, perhaps the whiskey was working. I'd had the few cans
of lager but never the real gear.

'Take it easy,' Peter advised. 'Sip it, it's supposed to be medicinal.'

'I thought you were trying to get me drunk.'

'I don't have to,' Peter laughed. 'You couldn't fight off a one legged
butterfly.'

'Cheers for that.' I did giggle this time and it did hurt, where did he get
that from, 'a one legged butterfly', here I was at death's door and I was
being looked after by a bad comedian wearing Freddy slippers.

Peter jumped up and before I knew what he was at he'd sloshed more whiskey
in my glass and more in his. 'That's for the road. We'll take our time and
you can do the bath bit later. You don't have to get up in the morning and
as sure as hell I don't, so we can snooze on'.

We took our time and it must have been nearly one o'clock by the time he
made a move, I had a couple of swallows left in the glass which I downed in
one.

'I better watch you in the bath in case you drown,' Peter laughed as I
choked over the final gulp of the fiery mix.

'Surprise, surprise,' I gasped as I tried to swallow some air. The thought
of being naked in front of him was a bit of a turn on actually, I wondered
how far he'd go with me being stuffed, so to speak. Hopefully far enough
but not too far ..... as if that makes sense.

'Come on, punchy,' he helped me to my feet and grabbed my bag.

'Cheers,' I had momentary double vision and staggered, I didn't know
whether it was the beating or the booze, I didn't care I just wanted to
crawl into a bed.




Peter

I helped him up the stairs, being a kid he probably thought he'd be jumping
around like a spring lamb the next day but I had my doubts. I'd feel an
awful lot better when my tame doctor had checked him over properly and that
was going to be as soon as I could get the man up here.

He'd been severely beaten and he needed rest and lots of it. Put the hanky
panky on the back burner slightly but you can't win 'em all. He looked like
a shipwreck, he had a beautiful black eye which would take time, he had a
massive bruise on the side of his face which was noticeable even with his
dark skin but I was a bit more worried about his cheekbone. I wasn't too
fussed about his ribs, he was in pain but they seemed OK, mind you I was
more taken with the feel of his satinny smooth skin than his ribs and
that's why I'd squeezed so hard. Anyway, he hadn't reported a kick in the
nuts and that was a bonus.

I thought he was probably up for it when we'd done the mini interview but I
was sure of it now, certain actions and certain remarks, enough to know
that he was willing to paddle if not to swim.

I felt quite sure that I could take him and fuck him tonight but that
wouldn't be right and it wouldn't be good for either of us. When we got it
on, if we ever did, it would be with his full consent aided by yours truly,
of course.

I plonked him onto the bed and he sat gazing into space.

'Bathtime, Joe,' I looked at him sitting there, my little bashed up Spanish
caballero, in fact, he looked like a bullfighter on a bad day but I'm sure
he didn't want to know that. 'Then bed.'

'Mine or yours,' he gave a pained grin and I realised that I'd overdone the
drink.  This kid was on the way to being drunk.

'Joe you've got to sleep, I think the bath can wait,' I lifted his legs
onto the bed and he flopped back with an audible groan of relief. I looked
down at him and his eyes were closed but this wasn't the way to do things,
he needed to be in the bed not on it.

His trainers were downstairs so I tugged his socks off without any reaction
and I wondered how far I could go without him returning to life.

Not far it seemed, as soon as I started to undo the top clip his eyes shot
open.

'Get 'em off, Joe,' I looked at him. 'You're safe with me.'

He just looked at me silently and helped me unzip and wriggled about a bit
as I pulled the bloody awful trousers down around his ankles. I didn't like
baggies, I absolutely hated them when they covered legs as beautiful as his
were.

'Happy now,' he smiled slightly and closed his eyes again.

'Not yet, get the shirt off and then get under the duvet.'

'Orrite, mum,' he mumbled as I tugged his tee off being as gentle as I
could.  He lay naked apart from bright yellow boxers with the Kiss logo in
red, he was absolutely gorgeous, the boxers a little less so. 'Sit up,' I
coaxed him up and then gently sorted him out until he was under and the
duvet was over. 'One last thing...'

'What?'

'I'm going to put a plastic bucket by the bed, if you want to puke, use
it.'

'Orrite.' He was gone, away with the pixies, hopefully far from the land of
pain at least for the moment. I gave him a light kiss on the side of his
face. 'Thank you, Peter,' he spoke quietly but quite clearly and I thought
he was asleep.

I went downstairs and got a bucket out of the kitchen and returned with the
scotch and lemonade. If I was going to do the night nurse bit I may as well
do it in style. I filled a glass, switched off the light and watched, the
hall light coming in giving enough illumination to see if he started to
move but not enough to keep him awake. It was going to be a long night.

He seemed to have a better night of it than I did, he did a bit of tossing
and turning but not a lot.  For myself, I seemed to drop off and wake every
thirty minutes, it seemed at one stage the night was going to go on for
ever, around four in the morning I went down and made myself tea and a
couple of slices of toast but I was soon back up on guard.

I suppose the problem was I couldn't get the image of Joe and his baggy
boxers out of my mind. He wasn't skinny, he wasn't what you'd call well
built, he was a kind of inbetweeny .... I suppose you'd call him slender,
or lithe was a better description.  He had a little outie navel and apart
from being brown skinned, almost caramel in shade he had lovely sticky out
nipples with dark brown aureoles and to cap it off, he was smooth, as
smooth as a peach, a little fuzz on his legs and two cute little nests of
underarm hair. He was sweet and cute and I had a crush like I'd never had
before.

He was a bloody vision and I craved him, maybe soon but not just now,

I wanted him to rest and recover, I wanted him to feel at home and then the
split personality took over, I didn't know if I wanted to mother him and
win his heart or grab hold of him and fuck him senseless ... decisions,
decisions.

It was very early when he came to life, it must have been around six in the
morning and the birds were well into their swing although the bright
morning light was held back by the curtains, the room was in a pleasant
half light, the world was waking up and so was he. I heard him move around
in the bed.

'Peter, you awake?'

'Just,' I went over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. 'How do you
feel.'

'Fucking awful.' My heart went out to him, he sounded like a little boy
that had lost his sweets.  I tried not to laugh.

'You don't look too bad.' That was a lie. One eye was well and truly
blackened it was also swollen shut, his bottom lip was split and one side
of his face was swollen and sported a very obvious bruise. The guy who did
this to a boy like Joe wanted a good beating. I couldn't do it but I
certainly had contacts who could and they'd be getting a phone call in the
very near future. That sorry bastard was going to pay for this

'I gotta pee,' he looked at me like a waif and amazingly gave a small
smile. 'Where's me clothes?'

'Go through there,' I pointed to the door of the shared bathroom. 'You
don't need your gear, you're officially bedridden, grab a bathrobe off the
back of the door.'

He looked hesitant for a moment but painfully slid his legs from the bed
and sat for a moment, I couldn't help but notice the tent in the front of
his boxers, I would have given him a hand but I let him keep his pride, he
was half Spanish after all.

'Woops,' he wobbled to his feet and immediately turned his back on me, no
doubt he had a boys embarassment about his morning glory, he made a wobbly
shuffle to the bathroom and closed the door.

Well, well. That was another question answered. As far as personal
equipment was concerned he was a plus rather than a minus, the thing nearly
forced it's way past the waistband of his boxers, I felt my own stiffen in
sympathy.

I heard the toilet flush and the rush of water in the handbasin, at least
he had some good habits, he came back into the bedroom in a white robe and
he looked like some dark skinned angel, the white was a perfect counter to
the darkness of his skin.  He sat on the edge of the bed without attempting
to get back in. 'I don't remember much about last night.....'

'A bit of concusion, too much whiskey maybe, you've taken a good beating,
what do you expect,' I looked at him trying not to broadcast my lust. 'The
main thing is that you're safe here, you're staying with me until you're
fully recovered and then we'll take it from there.'

'Thanks,' he continued to sit on the edge of the bed looking lost. Perhaps
my first role was going to be a mother after all. They say everyone's got
their fair share of female genes and I could feel mine coming to life, the
poor little sod just wanted a shoulder to cry on and to be comforted.

'Tea or coffee first, a couple of painkillers for the aches and pains and
then back to bed for a couple of hours sleep, it's still the middle of the
night.'

'It's light outside,' he pointed out.

'It's the middle of the night for me buddy, OK?'

'Yes, Boss,' he attempted a grin and started to shuck off the bathrobe.

I leapt over and help him remove it and eased him back into the bed, a good
chance at a bit of touchy feely at least as I manhandled his warm body and
plumped up his pillow.

'Why do I think you fancy me,' he whispered as I made him comfortable.

'I don't, it's your little tits turn me on,' I took a chance and nuzzled
and licked at one nut brown nipple for a few seconds.

'Stop, stop,' he giggled painfully as I flicked my tongue over his hard
brown nub but he held my head lightly he didn't try and push me away.

'Tea or coffee?'

'Coffee please,' he lay back in the bed grinning like a Cheshire Cat, a cat
with a black eye, that is. He had me on a string and he knew it, I was
lost.

'Right,' I gave his crotch a gentle squeeze, I think any pretence of game
playing was over and I pulled the duvet back up over his chest. I was
surprised, the sticky out hardon had gone with his toilet trip but his
penis was still thick and semi hard, it was a man sized tool, no willy
winky.

'Stop it, I like it,' he murmured still with his grin in place on his
battered face.

'Later,' I promised. 'I'll make some coffee.'

'Great,' he murmured his eyes were alreay closed. I think as far as ice
breaking goes it was well and truly broken, the thaw had set in.

I thought as I made two mugs of coffee and a pot for backup that in less
than twenty four hours I'd taken on an odd job boy and a beautiful half
Spanish one at that, saved the said boy from an evil stepdad and gained a
non paying lodger who semed to be willing to play at the very least, how
far he was prepared to go was a little problem for the future.  The evil
stepdad was in for a good return on the beating he'd given but that could
stay on hold. Keeping Joe safe, secure and on the road to recover was the
main mission. The good thing was teenage boys are good healers, I just
needed to get the doctor in to check him over but it was a bit early for
phone calls.

Doctor Gray was an old friend of my family and I was surprised when I
registered in Horsham to find that he was a partner in the practice
there. I'd booked on with him as my designated quack and asked him at the
time if he was interested in any private work for cash and he was more than
willing. I'd get him to call later in the day and give Joe a good overhaul
and MOT for good measure.

Joe seemed to be asleep when I returned but when I put the tray on the
spare chair he opened his eyes and smiled. 'I feel fucked.'

'Not yet.'

'Ho, ho. Very droll.' He grinned cheekily and then winced, I was worried
about his cheekbone, I needed to sort out that doctor, pronto. 'Cheers,' he
sat up in bed a little and accepted a mug. I stared at his slim brown
torso, I could fucking well eat him for breakfast.

'So, what are you going to do about your family,' I thought it was as good
a time as any to get the ball rolling.

'Dunno,' Joe pulled a face and then gave me a trusting puppy dog look. I
didn't know if this kid was a budding actor but he sure knew how to tug on
my heart strings.

'Call it a day,' I said firmly remembering what he'd said last night. Cut
loose, stay on with me as my houseboy for the moment and maybe more,' I
added softly.

'Labourer sounds better,' he grinned reminding me of my comments when he'd
arrived last night. 'I'd like to stay on though,' his voice dropped and I
thought for a horrible moment he was going to cry. Big boys don't cry, do
they?

'Excellent, you've made my day,' I sat there grinning like an idiot. 'Have
you got clean gear for the day?'

'Yeah, I got enough,' he looked at me probably wondering at the change of
tack.

'Good. Maybe later on we can have a drive upto Kingston and get you some
new stuff, I don't want the staff looking scruffy, we can have a decent
meal up there, my cooking leaves a lot to be desired.'

'I dunno, look at the state of me.'

'That's true.' He was right everyone would be looking at him and I didn't
want to put him into an embarassing situation, what happened if he got
questioned by a policeman, anything could happen.  'Yeah, you're right,
Joe. I can always ring up for a pizza or a Chinese.'

'Indian,' he chipped in with a grin.

'Whatever,' I took time to oggle his beautiful torso again. 'I've got to
get you some decent trousers though, those baggies are so fuckin' dire.'

'Fashion expert as well,' Joe smiled.

'You're very good looking, you've got a good shape, and you dress like a
bag o' shit.'

'Cheers,' Joe said dryly. 'Do you really think I'm good looking?' he
grinned nervously.

'I think you're beautiful,' I stood up and gently ruffled his hair like a
dad does with his eight year old son, suddenly I felt a lot older than my
twenty two years. If I took Joe onboard as I intended it would be a
commitment I'd never had before. 'Take a couple more pills and snooze, I'll
help you into a bath around tennish.'

'I'll look forward to that,' Joe grinned and then grimaced, I think his
face has a bit more healing to do, he badly needed to rest. and good sleep
was a cure in itself.

I collected his strewn about gear on the way out, the washing machine had
it's work cut out with this lot but for now the boy could sleep and get on
with his recovery. I was going to go to the lounge and have a long hard
think about where we went from here. I suspected that I was about to get
married or at least gain a partner and that was something completely alien
to all my view on life. I'd fancied myself as the Lone Ranger for so long
fitting someone else into my life was going to take some adjustment.  The
other thought was that Joe was sixteen and a bit naive, it'd be like having
a son and lover rolled into one ..... would it work. You're not supposed to
love your son, even a foster son, in a carnal sense. Moral complications,
just what I needed.




Scotty

Jeez. Things were moving so fast, I took my pills and washed them down with
coffee that had lost it's edge and slid down into the bed. Peter had just
about laid it on the line.  For 'assistant' read 'kept boy' or similar. Is
this really what I really wanted, to be a rich man's toyboy? I dunno? Time
for some serious thought. If he'd been older or less gentle and caring I'd
have been getting dressed and sneaking out over the garden but he wasn't.

He was young, he was good looking and he was wealthy - as if that mattered
- not much it didn't.

The main thing was that he hadn't forced himself on me and he'd had the
whole night to do so if he'd had wanted to. In fact, I'd woken up a couple
of times to see him sleeping in the chair and hoped that he'd awake and
slip in with me but he didn't.

I'd hankered after lads more than girls since I'd first cum, around when I
was eleven or twelve as I recall but I'd run with my mates along the
straight and narrow, chatting up the local girls and talking the biz. I
don't think any of my people had the slightest suspicion that I wasn't
quite what I seemed. It might have surprised Sean and little Martin to know
that I had a severe case of lust for their hot bods and not their sisters.

Anyway, change had been forced on me and there was no going back home, as
we'd learned at school, I was like the geyser who had burned his boats
behind him, silly sod but he got a result as I remember.

Peter. Now Peter was a new ball game, he wasn't like a kid at school who I
may have a crush on, this was a guy whose bed I was using and in which I
was just about naked, I'd suddenly realised he'd made off with my
clothes. I was pretty sure Peter was after a bit more than a mutual wank,
Peter wanted to be my lover and that's big time. Christ, he'd even kissed
me and I'd never been kissed by a boy or a man before at least not
sexually, you can't count a mum's rather sterile peck on the nose.


Mind you, I quite liked the feel of Peter's lips on my cheek but the other
thoughts I was having were hard making, I was as stiff as a chocolate
frog. My mind was thinking the unthinkable, he would want to FUCK me,
perhaps I'd have to do him, I smiled at that thought, that I could handle
OK, it was the other one. I was beginning to appreciate in the sex game I
was pretty much a virgin, the furthest I'd gone in the past was the double
M, mutual masturbation and they were few and far between.

I could feel the pills working and I felt sleepy, I slid down the bed and
drifted off.  I dreamt of Peter and I dreamt of him sticking his thing up
my bum - sweet dreams?  I dunno about that.

I woke up to the clatter of crockery, needless to say it was Peter on his
coffee run.  I realised with a bit of embarassment that I was as hard as a
rock and that I didn't need a pee, it must have been the dreams, Sean and
Martin figured but I couldn't remember the detail. It must have been a good
dream though the front of my boxers were damp, to tell the truth they were
soggy.  I hadn't had a wet dream for yonks so I must have the dribbles. I
fumbled about and my balls were tight as nuts, it must have been an
excellent dream, a pity I couldn't remember what it was all about.

'Stop playing with yourself, Joe boy, you're supposed to be at death's
door.'

I opened my eyes to see Peter standing by the bed with his tray and a big
shit eating grin on his face.  'How do you feel?'

'Ribs feel not too bad, headaches gone but my face is as sore as fuck.'

'That's a good report,' Peter laughed and plonked the tray on the bed with
a warning not to tip it over.

'My eye's wonky,' I whinged trying for a bit of sympathy.

'Don't be a big girl's blouse.' It seemed Peter's sympathy might be running
low.

'What time is it?' I slid up the bed to grab a coffee.

'About half ten,' Peter perched gingerly on the bed. 'A good wash'll clear
that eye and after your bath we'll sort out an icepack for the cheek.'

'Great,' I grunted, the bath was going to be an adventure.

'I've sorted you out a clean t-shirt, socks and boxers and yoou can borrow
a set of my cargoes, they'll look good on you.'

'I expect they look good on you as well.' I was trying to sound a little
less grumpy.

'I've got the doctor coming round about two and he's going to check out
your hurt and give you a full check over, you OK with that?'

'Yeah, I suppose.'

'Good, we'll get you in the bath after this.'

'Whoopee,' I tried not to sound sarcastic.

'Anyway, I want to check you out again.'

'I thought the doctor was going to do that.'

'Humour me,' Peter grinned.

I knew what he wanted, he just wanted a grope. I couldn't understand why he
didn't just slip into bed for half an hour, he was an attractive guy and I
would like to see what he had below ..... just as a matter of interest you
understand.

'Take you're time, there's no panic.' There was a look in his eyes and I
got a funny feeling that our relationship was going to take a little step
forward if not a great leap, I could feel my prick getting even harder and
I mean really hard .... Jeez, this was so blush making, I could feel my
face getting hotter, I was doing a right cherry.

'You are so sweet,' Peter looked at me and grinned. 'Don't be embarassed,
just go with the flow.'

'Shurrup.' Of course I was embarassed. He was sliding the duvet down and I
had a gi-normous stiffy going, plus me boxers were all soggy, what the hell
was he going to think.

'How does this feel?' He spoke softly and placed his hands on the sides of
my ribcase under my arms and squeezed gently.

'OK.' I was as hard as a poker.

'Front ribs,' he put the flat of one hand on my sternum and pushed.

'OK.' I was a bit surprised there was no pain.

'Belly,' he pushed the duvet down a little exposing the top of my
boxers. He flathanded again and pushed gently 'OK?'

'No prob,' I groaned. I could see the bulge of my prick and the big soggy
patch if he couldn't.

'How's this,' he spread his hand lower and his thumb slid under the
waistband of my boxers into my pubics and slipped across the head of my
slippery knob.

'Fine,' I grunted. My head felt like it was going to explode, I expect my
face was crimson.

'Now this,' he gently slipped all of his hand into my boxers and grasped me
around my dick and gently squeezed, I just sat there and stared. He pulled
the duvet down with his other hand exposing the Kiss kit and the clear
shape of my hardness with it's telltale patch at the top.

'Jeez. I must have leapt about a foot in the air as he dropped his head and
mouthed at my erection through the come stained cotton.

'Seems OK,' he looked up with a big grin on his face.

'Don't stop,' I mumbled.

He slipped his hands under me and I could fel the back of my boxers going
down, with his teeth he plucked at the top of the waist, pulled out and
down. My pride and joy sprung out and flopped onto my belly. It was one
hundred percent hard, my skin was well and truly down and the slippery red
knob gleamed with my juice, there was even a little white bead oozing from
the slit.

'Jeeezus, Peter,' I wailed I knew exactly what was coming.

He clasped my cheeks in his strong hands and licked the full length of my
penis from botom to top and then slipped his mouth over the straining glans
sucking like he had an ice lolly in his mouth. I nearly passed out with
shock. I'd dreamt about something like this for years and now it had
finally happened.

'You like,' he took his mouth away from my slippery meat for a moment and
grinned.

'Very much,' I gasped and rested my hands on his scruffy hair. Whatever
pains I had were being replaced with an exquisite pleasure.

'Excellent.' A final smile and he took one hand off my bottom and held my
dick by the base and slipped the whole top end in his mouth.

Talk about wicked. I nearly passed out again as his hot wetness took in my
bulging knob and a good third of the shaft, his tongue was working tickling
under the rim and his mouth was just gently sucking as his lips ran up and
down the shaft .... I was in heaven. I was so hard it was painful.

'Aaaah, my Gawd.' I thrashed about on the bed all other pains forgotten as
I tried to force more of myself into his mouth, even pushing his head down
with my hands.  I could feel the familiar heat rising as my ballbag
tightened up, I was gonna cum.

Then he stopped. He lapped down my tight skinned shaft and started to lick
my tensed balls and slowly eased them down with his hand, I felt my balls
loosen and the heat recede. He'd managed to stop my climax. I groaned with
frustration, I'd been just about to blow my load and I just knew it was
going to be a super-cum, I fuckin' knew it and he'd managed to stop it.

I felt him lift my legs and fold them back so my knees were pretty near
touching my chest, I could feel the cool morning air on my arsehole, what
the hell was he upto now?

JESUS. He was tonguing my arse. He was actually licking my hole with his
hot tongue. I'd heard of such things but never imagined it would happen to
me, I could feel his slippery tongue actually pushing at my pucker. The
crazy thought crossed my mind that I hadn't had a bath for over twenty four
hours and I was sweating like a pig.

'You alright.' I heard this through the waves of pleasure, the licking and
stuff might be a bit disgusting but I wasn't doing it, I was getting it.

'Fine.' I think it came out as a squeak.

'Good,' Peter mumbled, spent a few moments lapping my scrotum and then
dived onto my erection again.

I wriggled and almost giggled with surprise. I felt a finger prod at my
ring and then slip into you know where and start to gently move in and
out. I guess I was being fucked for the first time by someone's finger.

'Shit,' I shouted out loud. Something had happened, I thought I'd died and
gone to heaven, Peter was sucking, I was fucking his mouth and his finger
had hit a spot in my body which was almost blacking me out with
pleasure. The whole thing was so intense, my whole body was twitching and
jerking with sheer passion I was sure I was going to black out at any
moment, I didn't even notice when he slipped another finger into my hole.

'Peter.' I let out a strangled wail and exploded.

I saw my lover, or my seducer, through what seemed like a haze holding my
bursting penis upright, catch a couple of spashes on his lips and nose and
then dive on it and begin to suck and suck actually milk me dry as I went
through the most intense orgasmic experience of my life. I'd never
ejaculated so long and so much, it seemed to go on for ever and it was
absolutely WICKED!

Peter looked up at me and laughed as the last couple of lazy spurts ran
from the slit down and over his fingers still encircling my prick, the
dirty sod licked his lips and I felt his fingers slide from my bumhole,
funny thing was I'd got used to them. I was gonna ask him to slip them up
there again but thought he'd probably think I was a sicko. My legs flopped
back onto the bed I was gutted.

Peter crawled up alongside me and kissed me lightly on my sweaty face, I
turned my head a little and he kissed me on the lips. I tasted a slippery
sorta strange taste but it was the smell that did it, I realised without
any great disgust that we were snogging with a coating of my spunk on his
lips.

'Did you like it?'

'Incredible,' I sighed and grabbed the back of his head forcing his lips
down onto mine again.

'Kiss me properly, Joe,' Peter's tongue pushed against my lips until I
parted them to admit his flickering tongue into my mouth. The next thing I
knew it was the war of the slippery organs as our tongues slid against each
other in some wierd sexual dance.

We finally broke the embrace and lay side by side puffing and panting like
we'd just run the Marathon.

'You were good,' Peter leaned up on an elbow and smiled giving me a swift
kiss on the tip of my nose.

'Thank you kind sir,' I grinned up at him. 'You weren't too bad yourself.'

'I've never seen so much cum,' Peter stirrred the pearly puddles into my
black pubics, talk about messy 'You are so beautiful.' He lost it again and
dove onto my mouth with another tongue probing kiss, this time I swear I
got my tongue half way down his throat before we had to give up. We flopped
apart again sweat soaked and giggling like pair of schoolgirls.

'You must have left a trail of very happy lovers,' Peter spoke
conversationally to the ceiling. Probing methinks.

'My first time,' I also chatted to the air.

'First blow job?' Peter said unbelievingly.

'Yeah,' I got bold, I actually ruffled his hair.

'Incredible,' Peter laughed. 'They gotta be slow around here,' he nuzzled
at my neck as I drifted back off to sleep.




Peter


I woke up with a sore neck and glanced at my watch, it was a little before
twelve and the phone in my room was ringing. I shot in and answered it to
find it was the Doctor and he was running late, he couldn't get to me until
a little after three he had a little problem that had come up but he would
get up to look Joe over without fail. I told him I was running a little
late myself and not to worry, I then returned to Joe.

The room stunk like a brothel and the bed was a mess apart from the
beautiful brown skinned body naked from the knees up with his depleted
penis stuck to his belly with a coating of dried cum, his glans had
returned to the protection of it's foreskin and you could just see the
rounded tip through the small opening in the wrinkled skin. Delicious, I
was tempted to dive on it again but good sense took over.

'Joe,' I shook his shoulder gently.

'Wassup,' he opened his eyes even the black one was now opening nearly
fully. 'I feel shagged,' he stretched and grinned.

'Not yet.'

'I knew you'd say that,' he crowed and yawned. ' I feel rank are we going
to shower or something?'

'Shower or bath?'

'Upto you Mr Pointy,' he laughed and nodded at my crotch.

I glanced down and it was pretty obvious but he didn't seem too
concerned. 'A bath'd be better for you in your state,' I opined. 'It might
ease some of the bruising.'

'If I had a bath with you and you had your wicked way, I'd be gay,' he
looked at me with a sort of puzzled look on his face.

'What on earth are you on about,' I sat on the edge of the bed and faced
him. This sounded like a bit of teenage angst coming on.

'Well, what we've done so far has been just a bit of slap and tickle ... or
something,' he pulled a face.

'Cheers,' I said dryly.

'Nah, I don't mean that, Peter,' he reached out and held my hand.

'Did it upset you?'

'No.' The puppy dog look again, I was beginning to suspect this kid was a
budding actor. 'What I mean is that if you fuck me and I fuck you I'll be
one hundred percent gay.'

'So you're thinking about it?' I had to smile a bit, the teenage logic was
losing me.

'Nah,' he shook his head, he was clearly getting in a bit of an upset.

'Calm down.' I had to talk some sense into him and defuse this attack of
cold feet on his part or all was lost. 'If we have sex together that makes
us lovers, that's all. If you decide that I've made you gay, what's wrong
with that, it's not as if you have to tell the world, I don't. I'll tell
you something else, for every 'out' or obvious gay there's probably two or
even three lurking ....'

'In the closet,' he grinned. Christ this kid had mood swings, I hoped he
wasn't like this all the time.

'In the closet, in the Vatican, swinging from the chandeliers, who
cares. Everyone is entitled to a private life. As yet theres no law that
says you have to declare sexual orientation.'

'Whatever.' The stock teen answer when a kid loses track of an argument. 'I
am very grateful to you for what you've done. I owe you,' he blushed a
little and smiled, a nice smile marred by the black eye and the huge bruise
on the cheekbone.

Time for positive action. In fact, I was pretty certain that he was a
closet gay and probably didn't realise it but I didn't want to push him
over the fine line between a homo and hetero, it had to be his choice. I
knew that loads of rent boys aren't gay and there are numerouse shades of
bi, so who's gay and who isn't. After all if you can have a happily married
man who sexually molests his son, where do you go ... see what I mean, the
discussion can go on for ever. It's not really a subject you want to get
into with a sick boy in bed and badly in need of a bath.

'Listen, Joe,' I grabbed his jaw firmly in one hand which probably hurt a
bit.  'You don't owe me a thing, you got into trouble and I helped you
out. I fancy you something rotten but you know that. What you don't know is
that I think I've fallen for you big time.' I let go of his jaw.

'Yeah,' he looked a little frightened and I knew how weak he must feel. I
stood up and walked to the window, my heart was down in my boots, I think
I'd blown it. It was broken heart time again. Life sucks.

'You still offering me the job?' The small voice came from the bed.

'Of course I am,' I turned from the window and returned to the bed. I
ruffled his spiky hair. 'You go and have your bath on your own. When you've
done we can talk about things ... no strings, OK.' My heart felt like a
leaden lump in my chest.

'Peter,' he looked up at me.

'Yeah.'

'You make a nice coffee,' he smiled the sunniest of smiles. 'And then we
can share this bath.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah,' he went solemn again.'Take it easy though, I am a virgin you know.'

'You absolutely sure?'

'Gimme one of those tonguey kisses.' That was a good answer so I did.

I took my time in the kitchen brewing the coffee, the day was still young
and we had loads of time before the doctor was due. The next hour or so was
going to be important for the both of us and I wanted to get it
right. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to fuck Joe so hard it hurt but the
problem was I was falling in love with the kid and sex wasn't the end of
it, was it?

The key was that I didn't want us to make love, as I'd put it, or, to fuck
as he'd say, under any sort of duress. The rescue bit I'd done wasn't for
sex, believe me, it was because I liked Joe as a person, the rest of it
just happened.

Anyway, sod it. Go with the flow, Peter, my man. On with the show, I
returned to the fray with another two mugs of coffee, any more caffein and
he'd be doing a Spiderman across the ceiling.

'Here you go, kid, coffee.' I sat on the edge of the bed. I tried not to
look at him, he must be getting sick of me drooling.

'Cheers, pal,' he looked at me and gave me that shit eating grin again. 'I
can call you pal, can't I Boss.'

'You can call me what you like as long as I can drain your juice now and
then.'

'Drain my juice?' Joe looked confused and then a big sparkly toothed grin
spread over his dark face. 'You can do that any time mate.'

'Is mate better than pal?'

'Much better believe me,' Joe gently placed his hand on my thigh as I
sipped my coffee. 'Can I do something for you, mate?'

'Don't go that way, you don't owe me anything,' I was still walking on
eggshells.

He looked at me quite seriously for once and I saw a touch of his will
coming through, something I hadn't seen before. 'You did something for me
which made me feel absolutely great, now I want to do the same for
you. Dunno if I'll like it or not but I'm gonna do it because I want to.'

'You don't have to do this thing,' I said and meant exactly the opposite.

'I want to.' He streched himself up in the bed and reached out his hand. He
gently fondled my crotch and squeezed my hardness through my jeans. He
grinned and moved his hand slowly making out the shape of my hardness by
feel 'My, my, aren't we a big boy.' Then he really squeezed and spoke the
magic words. 'Get 'em off, I wanna see you naked.' He bared his teeth like
he was going to eat me.

'Better do as I'm told, I suppose.'

'You'd better,' he stretched out in the bed with a wince. 'Do me a favour.'

'What?'

'Undress in front of me. You've seen me naked, I want to see you, I wanna
see what I'm getting.' He even managed to look a little coy.

'Here goes nothing,' I stood by the bed and peeled my sweatshirt off.

'Nice bod,' he grinned and spoke into his coffee cup. 'Our smoothy has a
bit of a six pack and a yummy belly button. Carry on please,' the last bit
was for me.

I peled my jeans down taking the socks off with them on the way, I felt a
bit of a clown standing in my boxers with my hardon perfectly visible and
the damp patch on the front, he wasn't the only one to suffer from precum.

'Tasty,' he croaked. 'Now the rest ... please.'

I slowly peeled my boxers off giving him a good show finally standing by
the bed with my seven inches jutting out and up giving a little twitch now
and then.

'Come here on the bed,' Joe whispered and patted alongside himself for me
to sit.

This I did but I lost it and finished up kissing him and exploring his
flawless brown body as he wriggled beneath me. I flung the duvet to the
side and pressed up against his lithe body savouring the warmth and the
pressure of his firm flesh against mine, he was hard again and a quick
glance down confirmed that he must have topped my by around an inch.

'Lie back,' he shuffled over in the bed. 'Jeez, I'm so hard,' he whined as
he dry humped my thigh.

'I'll do that,' I grasped his monstrous cock and moved the loose skin up
and down.

'No, dont,' he took my hand away and kissed my nipple looking up with a
smile.  'My turn.' He returned to my nipple but his hands moved down, one
cupping my balls and the other lightly running up and down my jerking
shaft. 'You're dribbling,' he giggled and smeared some of the creamy goo
over the end of my glans giving me a quick jolt.

I held my breath as I felt his moist lips and his hot wet tongue trace a
way down my belly, his hand was now slowly moving up and down my meat, a
wank in slomo.

'Look at me,' he raised his head.

'Go on,' I pleaded, I just wanted his hot mouth around my sex, I was dying.

'Brain to mouth, dick's on it's way in,' he grinned and crossed his eyes
before diving onto my pulsating organ.

I gasped with a double shock. The shock of his wet heat on my cock and the
fact that he'd crossed his eyes without any visible effort. The boy was
gifted, a wierd gift but one all the same. The kid was a loony, a beautiful
brown skinned half Spanish loony and he was all mine. I lay back as he
began to slip his mouth up and down my erection getting more and more into
his mouth at each attempt. His mouth held my stiffy in it's trap, one hand
caressed my ballsac and the other was exploring between my cheeks, or
trying to. He was copying my performance of earlier, I lifted my legs to
let him get on with his learning curve ... at least I presumed it was a
learning curve and he just hadn't lost his way

'Aaah,' he breathed gustily warming my pubics with his hot breath and sank
his mouth deeper and deeper, my tingling glans must be half way down his
throat.

'I'll tell you when I'm going to cum.' I could feel the heat rising as he
bobbed his head up and down.

'I wanna drink it,' he stopped for a moment and looked at me with his
bright eyes and wet lips. 'I wanna taste you.' He was toyiong with my balls
as they got tighter and was breathing through his nose as he tried to sink
more and more of my penis into his mouth.

'I'm cumming,' I almost shouted as I fet the searing heat shoot up my shaft
and then the sweet relief as I spurted and splattered into his mouth. I
lifted my hips and thrust upwards into his moist suction. Gawd, I couldn't
stop cumming.

Lifting up muust have done the trick, I felt his finger penetrate me and
dig deep. This was too much, I continued to cum fill his mouth until he
withdrew and looked at it as the final little spurts and dribbles ran from
the slit and down the shaft.

'Jeez,' you came a bucketload,' he grinned as he clenched his fist around
my slippery shaft and slowly squeezed up extracting the last pearly
drop. 'Tastes funny, though.'  He ducked his head and sexily ran his tounge
over the remaining drop. 'Yum, yum.'

'Bugger me,' I flopped onto the bed, I was drained, totally and completely.

'Later,' he laughed and stuck his mouth onto my belly like a lamprey
sucking and lapping, seemed he'd got a taste for it.

'Enough,' I wrestled him up and mashed my mouth against his spunk coated
lips.  'Enough, baby,' I whispered as I slipped my tongue into his mouth
and played a slithery tango with his.

Long moments later we kissed for the second or maybe the third time and lay
in the afterglow belly to belly his rigid cock pressed against my own which
was now as limp as a noodle.

'I did it,' he exclaimed rather proudly as he rubbed his reawakened monster
up and down on my sweaty belly.

'You were great.'

'Was I?' He looked at me with his face slippery and shining with his cum
bath.

'Yeah.' What else could I say.

'I knew you'd say that,' he laughed uproariously. 'Shit. My face hurts.'

'Chil out. I'll sort you out an ice pack in a bit.'

'No matter,' he looked at me with his little boy lost look again. 'I'm
starving.'

'You've just fed, so much protein, so much goodness...........'

'Bollocks,' he snuggled his bruised face against my chest. 'I feel
absolutely fucked.'

'Not yet.'

We spoke at the same time and laughed together.

Life was looking good.




Joe

I lay with my aching face against Peter's smooth chest. I could feel his
heart's rapid beat, he must have been knackered. I wondered if I could feel
a bit of love there, who knows, time will tell.

I couldn't believe what I'd done, I'd actually sucked another guy's cock,
I'd drunk his spunk and I wanted to do it again. I dunno if Peter was in
love with me or just lusted, maybe I was just one in a long line, I just
didn't know.  What was for sure I had feelings for him and I think they're
lovey feelings. How can a man love another man?  That's sick, play around
... yeah.  Fall in love ... nah!

Mind you I wanted to fuck him, that tight little bum really turned me on, I
expect he was thinking exactly the same thing about me. I'd never fucked
anyone before, boy or girl, but I wanted to do it with him. What I'd heard
about gays and I still cringed at the label was that there was always a
butch and a bitch, a top and a bottom but that didn't seem to work with
Peter.

I laughed to myself, he must be a Socialist poof, fair shares for everyone
and all that shit.

That was another thing I was scared about, the 's' word, what if your dick
came out covered in crap, I'd be as sick as a dog apart from being pretty
stinky. All the same, I still wanted to do it. I'd ask Peter about the
medical bits because I don't think he's a piss taker, I think he's honest,
fair and square and all the rest of it.

Must be love thinking like that.

'Breakfast?' He looked at me with a lopsided grin.

'Yeah,' I stretched out again, my chest felt fine but my face hurt like
hell, I wondered if Charles had fractured my cheekbone although Peter
seemed to think not.

'Wassup, Doc?'

.My cheek hurts like fuckery.'

'Doc can check it out later,' he slipped from the bed and tugged his jeans
on without bothering with his boxers. God he looked a right mess with dried
come all over his face and chest. I started to laugh which really did hurt
my chest.

'What's up with you?' He looked a bit puzzled.

'You should have a wash, you look awful.'

'Don't look too bright yourself, Cumkid.'

'Piss off.' It was the best I could come up with.

I didn't see much point in getting dressed whilst coated with rapidly
drying semen so I put the bathrobe on and tailed him to the kitchen. It was
a glorious day and the sun was already beating on the windows turning his
kitchen into a sauna. Peter flung open the door which led out into the
garden and started raking around in the fridge.

'You'd make someone a good wife,' I commented as I tried to peep down the
back of his loose fitting jeans.

'Make the tea, Dimwit. You're not on sick leave.'

That told me, I pulled a face behind his back and got busy.

He made breakfast which he insisted on calling a brunch very quickly and I
found out he'd done some cooking after he'd left school but given up on it,
he called it his previous life which meant before he came into his money. I
didn't press him on it as I didn't want to sound like a gold digger.  I
found out lots about Peter over the meal, he did like to chat on a bit,
maybe he felt a bit more secure with me now that we'd both done the dirty
deed. There was still some reserve but I think that's fade as time went by
.... that's if!

Biggest word in the English language I was told one ..... if!

If he wanted me.

If he kept me on.

If he went off me.

If we had good sex or if it was a shambles.

I felt safe with Peter but I still had nagging doubts. What if he fucked me
and that was it. I could be out on the street in twenty four hours but what
could I do. I didn't have anywhere else to go.

'Penny for your thoughts,' Peter spoke though a mouthful of toast, I did
like the common touch.

'Just a bit worried where it's all going,' I answered quite truthfully.

'Don't,' he looked at me quite seriously. 'Carpe Diem.'

'What?'

'Carpe Diem. Sieze the day. The Latin motto of my old school.' He grinned
and added. 'You might get run over tomorrow.'

'Cheerful sod.'

'Listen to me Joe,' he looked at me steadily and spoke slowly. 'Do ... not
... worry.'

'Yes, Boss,' I said and then spoiled it by laughing.

'Call me Boss again and I'll have that gown off and give you a red bottom.'

'There's a thought,' I grinned at him. He was such a nice guy, I could feel
my crush developing, if he used me and threw me out he'd break my bloody
heart.'

'Don't worry,' he repeated. 'You're with me now, I'll look after you.'

Half an hour later we were still drinking coffee and chatting, I learnt
more about him and he gently pumped me, verbally that is, ho, ho.

'Anyway,' he suddenly decided. 'Time for a bath before the Doctor comes,
we're both a but niffy.'

'What about the bed,' I suddenly realised that if we were a bit stinky God
knows what the bed would be like.'

'I'll sling it in the machine later,' Peter smiled at me. 'We won't need it
tonight.'

'Really.'

'Yeah, mine's bigger.'

'Sounds good to me,' I felt like a whore when I said it but I didn't care
any more. I'd made my decision and after all I wasn't a child, I knew what
he wanted.

'Good boy,' Peter grabbed hold of me and gave me a peck on the lips which
turned into a tongue sandwich. 'Let's get you cleaned up,' he broke free
with a laugh. 'You kiss like a sink plunger.'

'Don't knock it.'

'I won't,' Peter motioned me out an up the stairs, at long last I was going
to get cleaned up and maybe something else. I didn't really know how
sexually active he was but I could feel the familiar tightness in my balls,
I was getting hard again.  Gawd, boy hormones are hell, the more I willed
it to go down the harder it got.

The last time I'd been in the bathroom I'd only been in for a pee and I'd
been a bit groggy so I hadn't noticed too much, this time I did. The bath
was gi-huge like a baby swimming pool and it was actually sunk into the
floor, it was a bloody good job I hadn't fell into the thing when I
blundered in last night or was it the morning. Apart from a basic toilet
there was a large handbasin and a shower which could house half a football
team, even an Escort van, everything was on the grand scale.

'It's for both bedrooms,' Peter explained when he saw me examining the
place.

'You could get four in this bath.' For some reason a picture of Peter and
myself with Sean and Martin, my mates, flashed across my mind, perhaps it
was a premonition.

'Good for photos,' Peter smirked.

'Is that what you use the little dark room for, the famous boy in a bath
scene.'

'No.' Peter alughed although it seemed a bit false. 'I used to take my own
stuff before I came here but I've lost interest a bit .... no models for
one thing.'

'Might be able to help you out there,' I smiled. I'd let him cook a bit on
that one.

Peter turned the mixer tap on and added some foamy glop to the water. 'This
stuff'll do you good, it's a muscle relaxant.' Peter read the label on the
plastic container.  'For bashed up kids with sore dicks.'

'Sod off,' I laughed and shed the gown, Mr Stiffy shot out now fully erect
once more.

'God, you are beautiful,' he stepped over and putting his hands on my hips
pulled me closer and nuzzled at my neck.

'Good enought to photograph?'

'Far too good,' he gave me a sort kiss, no rough stuff this time.

I unclipped the waistband of his jeans a he held me and started to slide
them down past his thighs, he'd grasped my hot meat with one hand and
cupped one cheek of my bum.

'Gawd. I'm in heaven,' Peter moaned as his jeans dropped and I pulled in
closer mashing our two hardons together. We both rubbed up against each
other in a silent frenzy.

'You're in lust,' I groaned as I felt his fingers in my sweaty crack, I
think we were getting nearer the moment of truth, I knew what he wanted and
I was going to let him have it.

'Lust, love. Part and parcel of the same thing,' he looked at me seriously.
 'We take what we can get.'

'Sure.'

'I've got you for a time at least and I'm the happiest I've been for a long
time.'

'Good, I'm happy too.' I clasped him tightly. For once I was telling the
complete truth. I felt at ease and so relaxed with this man. I think I was
basically on the slow track to love. I reckon if you can fall in love
instantly then you must be able to fall in love slowly.

'Bath,' he whispered and we stepped into the deliciously warm water. Good
old Peter, spot on every time, not too hot, not too cold.

'Great,' I sighed as i sank into the foam with him still gently snogging
and soaping my body up like I was a delicate piece of china.

'Do you still hurt?' He gently gave my neck and shoulders a soapy massage.

'Only the face, the ribs feel OK,' I flinched as he began to wash across my
chest and under my arms, my cock felt like an iron bar.

'Be better if you turn around,' he spoke quietly and dropped his hands to
my hips.  'Please.'

'Don't hurt me,' I knew what he wanted and he was about to take it, there
was no going back now. Christ, I was scared. I knew his dick wasn't as big
as my own was but I wasn't in the habit of people shoving things up my bum.

'Christ, I love you,' he spoke savagely as I turned to face the edge of the
bath. 'I can't hurt you, I haven't got it in me.'

'It isn't in you,' I giggled nervously. 'It's sticking out of your front.'
I bent slightly resting my forearms on the edge of the bath. The fact that
he'd mentioned the L word hadn't escaped me. Now came the hard bit as they
say.

I was kneeling with my arms on the edge of the bath and the water still
lapped at my balls and left my hardness above water so you can imagine the
size of the bloody bath, needless to say this left my bum just about clear
of the water.

'You look a bit better now,' Peter continued to soap me uo and then rinse
me off with a big sponge until he'd completed my upper body to his
satisfaction then he got to work on my middle bit. All the time he worked I
could feel his erection bouncing and sliding on my flanks but he made no
attemp to stick it in me ... thank God. By now I was a bag of nerves.

'Ooh.' That made me jump. I felt a slippery finger slip across my ring and
then suddenly the tip was in me. I clamped my ass on it but Peter was
moving it to and fro and I could feel it reaching deeper and deeper
inside. Suddenly he hit a bit inside and I nearly freaked. Talk about a
buzz, I nearly flopped out and died as I felt his finger's slippery
pressure on this magic spot. 'Jeez, what was that/'

'The prostate,' Peter kissed the back of my neck without any further
explanation.  'Easy, Joe,' Peter soothed as I felt his finger withdraw. I
steeled myself for the main event but it didn't happen.

I felt more pressure and groaned in some pain as I felt him slide two
fingers through my tender sphincter and start the same massaging and finger
fucking. 'Jeez, that hurt.' I clamped on his fingers as they moved slowly
in and out.

'You're so tight,' Peter whispered nibbling my neck and spreading my legs a
little.

I just moaned and pushed my bum back, he pain had gone and I was beginning
to enjoy the feel of fingers relaxing and easing the anal muscle ready for
his coming love making.

'Oh, yeah,' Peter sighed, his fingers were in right upto the knuckles and
he was twisting and turning them which was getting me harder and harder. If
my dick wasn't jerking about so much I'd swear I'd see precum.

'Do it,' I grunted pushing back hard.

'What?'

'Jeesus, I gotta fuckin' beg,' I groaned in frustration, I wanted the real
thing, I was ready for my man.

'Alright, alright,' Peter slowly slipped his fingers free and I felt my
hole close up, I also felt an emptiness I wanted filling. I wanted his cock
inside me and I wanted his cum to fill me, I guess I was gay after all.

'Joe.' That was all he said as he positioned his swollen glans at my hole
and after rubbing it across the buttom a couple of times positioned it, put
one hand flat on my tensed belly muscles and gently pushed.

'Christ Almighty. That hurt. I could feel his erection like a massive log
spread my ring and lodge in my back door. 'Stop. Peter. Stop.'

'Relax,' Peter soothed. 'Push out like you wanna crap or something, just
ease a little.

'OK,' I tried not to cry, I didn't want him to think I was a complete
wimp. It was painful but I did a little push out as he'd said and he
slipped in a bit more, the pain eased at the same time. I could feel his
hot meat buried in my tunnel and still forcing it's way in deeper.

'There, there,' Peter gave my tight nuts a soapy caress. He slid back out a
bit and then back in again. That felt better. I was getting used to it.

He put his hands on my hips and holding me steady began to move to and fro
sinking just a little bit deeper at each thrust. I knew he only had about
half of it in but it was moving a lot easier now and the pain was
gone. Suddenly he hit that spot again with his knob.

'Aaaah, Peter,' I yelled and froze with surprised delight.

'Whassup?' Peter ground out with some frustration.

'Nothing,' I grinned into my arms and deliberately pushed my body back onto
 his hard and hot cock. I impaled myself in one slow thrust until I felt
his pubics mash up against my cheeks and his belly and chest press up
against my back He was right inside me, all of it, all of him. My lover boy
had taken my virginity, now for the fun.

'Joe-boy,' Peter breathed gustily as he gently and ever so slowly moved
inside me. I squeezed myself on his dick making him give little grunts and
groans of delight as he began to move faster at last beginning to fuck me
for real.

'Yes, yes, yes,' Peter babbled as he went faster and harder, deeper and
deeper until I thought his beautiful cockhead was going to come out of my
throat.

'Go on, Pete. Fuck me.' He wasn't the only one babbling. I forced myself
back onto his rampant erection as it battered my boy fanny ... now there's
a phrase.

Just as I thought he was about to come he slowed down, he started to toy
with my nipples which were as hard as my dick and sticking out like I was
on heat, which I was. I slowed and started to move in and out prolonging
the pleasure for him but I was too keyed up.

'What's up.' Surely he couldn't have come, I'd have felt something,
wouldn't I?

'I want us to come together,' he nibbled my ear and licked the side of my
face.  'You up for it?'

'Feel me.' I grabbed one of his hands and guided it down onto my painfully
hard organ which was now so stiff and tight it was in danger of exploding.

'You're up for it,' he laughed softly and moved his hands down. One hand
held my tight ballsac and the other slowly began to wank. His hips started
to move faster, he was back to fucking, he was on his vinegar strokes as
I'd heard them called once.

Seconds later.

'I'm coming, Joe.' He slammed into me like he was trying to push me through
the side of the bath and I pushed back onto him ..... this was it.

'Yeah,' I almost screamed as I felt my heat rising and my superheated spunk
spurt and splash up the side of the bath. At the same time I heard him give
a long drawn out groan and his body glued itself to mine as his meat inside
me seemed to grow even larger and harder and begin to pump and pump.

'Gawd,' he sighed and seemed to screw into me sinking his spurting cock as
far as he could.

'Yeeeeeh,' I laughed and pushed back even harder as my cock slowed down to
a lazy dribble and I reached down and milked out what was left. I could
feel his buried deep in my belly pulsing and seeming to squirt a never
ending flood of hot liquid.  Jerk, spurt, it felt like it was going on for
ever, God know's when he'd last cum.

I could feel his slowing movements getting really squishy, he must have
filled me with his thick white cream, I squeezed my bum on his slippery
tool, he actually squealed with pleasure.

'That was incredible,' he slowly slid from my bottom and I felt a sense of
loss as his penis slipped free.

'Mr Body, the lodger called Penis has left the premises,' I smiled at him
as he manhandled me around in the bath and fiercely kissed.

'You are a crank,' he looked at me with a happy smile on his face. I didn't
have to ask if he'd enjoyed it, I think I'd passed the test. 'That was
incredible,' he gently massaged my limpening cock. 'How do you feel?'

'Well and truly fucked.' I submitted to another butterfly kiss as he looked
at me with this silly grin on his face. 'One problem .....'

'What's that?' He asked with concern in his voice.

'I liked it.'

'Good.' His grin widened until I thought it was going to split his face in
half.  'The bad news is we'd better get sorted out for the Doctor.'

'Aaaw, do we have to?'

'Then we got the rest of the day to ourselves.'

'Do I get to ..... you know.'

'You do,' Peter grabbed my meat and fondled it as it began to harden up
again. 'Beast.'  He grabbed my head and thrust his tongue deep down my
throat, now that is a conversation stopper.

Gawd I dunno if I was in love or in lust but whatever, I wanted it to be
with Peter, my mate and my lover.

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This is the end of THE ODD JOB BOY - PART 1.  Part 2 follows post it when
completed.

My thanks as always to Gymnopedies for his help and advice.


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