Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2004 13:23:07 EDT From: GCutter66@aol.com Subject: THE ODD JOB BOY - PART 5 WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty. My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is fiction ... get it. I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are best read that way. Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a coupla quid. KEEP NIFTY FREE GCutter66@aol.com ..... for comments and criticism, all mails answered excepting flamers THE ODD JOB BOY by G. Cutter PART 5 Hi, it's Joe again. Joe Rodriguez that is. I suppose you thought you'd got rid of me ..... after this shorty, I promise. I suppose a couple of years after the events in our main story Peter and I visited Spain to meet up with my relatives on my late father's side. I knew I had uncles and a tribe of cousins that I'd like to see and Peter had this weird idea that everyone should keep close to their family. Just to prove the point he never spoke of his own family and went absoluterly apeshit if you ever mentioned them. My sorta senior uncle called Pablo of all bloody things lived in a place called Huelva on the southern coast not too far from the Portugese border and he was a schoolteacher. Pete's beady eyes lit up like traffic light when he heard this but you know the dastardly Pierre. Apparently Uncle Pabs as I got to calling him had a son and a couple of daughters and from what he said a nice villa just outside the town in the hills. So one summers morning we left Simon, Sean and the beasty boys in charge of the place and we were off to sunny Spain. By the time we got to Huelva itself it was late afternoon but as promised there was a clone of my late father waving a placard at the station exit. We recognised each other and in a split second this hairy geyser was snogging me to death. Peter lurked about looking like a spare prick at a wedding until I introduced him to the hairy uncle who proceeded to give him the same treatment. 'Joe, you are so big ...... since poor Carlos death.' I vaguely remembered Uncle Pabs had been over for the funeral with his wife but I'd been around eleven then and pretty cut up at the time for obvious reasons. 'And you are the Peter that rescued our Joe from that horrible man who married that woman,' he smiled at Peter and gave him a final snog. I didn't know Spanish onions were so emotional, I thought it was the Frogs went around kissing all and sundry. By the way when Uncle Pabs referred to 'that woman' he meant my mother so there was no love lost there. Suited me. 'And you are together?' Pabs asked brightly. 'Just good friends,' I replied for both of us. 'You English,' he guffawed. 'Such hypocrites. Come we go, I have the car outside.' We went out into a dusty and very hot street and he led us to a bloody Merc of all things, not bad for a schoolteacher. A Merc and a villa, they must pay teachers better than in the old Disunited Kingdom, anyway, less of the politics. We clambered into the car and we were off, Death Race 2000 had nothing on my Uncle Pablo we were at his pad in around twenty minutes flat, I say pad but it was a villa with the whole biz, driveway, a gardener buggering around outside and to cap it off Mama Rosita as I recall with cousin Carlos, the same name as my late dad. Fuckin' hell the last time I had seen this kid was well before my dad died and he'd been about eight or nine and a right pain in the arse, kept asking for Gibraltar back, the little prick. I was trying to work it out and he was either a little older than I was or a little younger and I was now not far off twenty. Cousin Carlos was a cracker, he was fuckin gorgeous, masses of shiny black hair and lips to die for, I could eat them right off the front of his face. Uncle Pablo did the intros and we all hugged and snogged, it was catching, I noticed Peter made a meal of Carlos, the tart. In the end we all trooped inside and settled down to a meal whilst the gardener disposed of the luggage. After the meal which was very nice or it made a nice change after living off pizzas, fish and chips and Chinese we all trooped out onto the patio at the rear of the house and had a good natter. Fortunately for us everyone spoke good English, better English than I did at least. We talked about the rest of the family and then general matters like when were we gonna give them Gibraltar back, after a couple of cold beers I told them they could have it, I nearly said that they could have Gibraltar in exchange for Carlos but managed to keep my trap shut. There was something about that kid, everytime I looked at him his glance flickered away, a couple of times I looked up and he was staring at me, I wondered, did big butch Carlos fancy little old moi? I think around nine o'clcock I was knackered, this mob drank like fishies, bloody sherry, wine and beer, all mixed up, it wa definitely coming on pukey time, even Peter who likes a drink was looking a bit jaded. We all said our goodnights and trooped off to bed around ten, it seemed they went to bed early in the country but got up at the crack of dawn which didn't delight me too much. Uncle Pablo and Carlos were giving us a tour of the local vineries and vineyards the following day, as little Will wouls say 'wosie wow!' Well, we were sharing a room which was something, it was a tailor made guest room which had it's own en suite bathroom and a balcony facing the rear of the house which was rather nice. We were both knackered and hit the bed, that was a bed apiece by the way, like a sack of spuds, it was zonk time in spades. I suppose I woke up around one o'clock in the morning, it was still warm but a lot cooler than it had been and I stuck a t-shirt and trousers and and strolled onto the balcony, the house was as dead as a doornail but I could smell cigarette smoke. I smoked now and then as did Peter but neither of us had even brought cigarettes with us. I leant over the balcony and saw someone swinging on a hammock and the drift of smoke, it was the cousin Carlos. Just at that moment he looked up and seeing me gave a little wave. Naturally I waved back and he grinned and then he beckoned as if inviting me down. I looked at Peter in the gloom and he was out like a light. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He who dares, wins and all that baloney, I was out of the door and down the staircase like a very silent racehorse. I found the door and then my way out to him, I just had that feeling, you know the one ..... sex was in the air. I think some people seem to broadcast it and Carlos was one of those. 'Smoke?' He held a packet of English tipped cigarettes out. Thank Christ for that I'd seen Uncle Pabs smoking what looked like Shredded Wheat. 'Sit' he patted the hammock and gave me an encouraging smile like an old perv. 'Do you sleep out here?' That was a bit limp but I had to say something. 'Not normally,' he lit my fag (UK fag, not US fag) and I took a suck and coughed, as I said I don't smoke a lot. 'How is your ......er, companion.' 'Petey's OK, sleeping like a log. He's my partner by the way.' 'Aah,' he grinned at me and shuffled up on the gently swinging canvas, he was so close I could feel his body heat and knew it was going to happen at any time. 'And you are faithful to your partner?' 'Now and then,' I chuckled and turned a little to face him, his face was inches from mine. I took the plunge and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He grinned broadly. God he was so bloody handsome in a Mediterranean way. He reached out and holding my neck pulled my face in for a proper kiss. A nice cousinly kiss, nah. His tongue was down my throat like a snake and I think we nearly chipped teeth.' 'I like you a lot,' Carlos looked like me making like a lovelorn puppy dog. I just grinned back, if he thought that old Spanish charm was going to work on me he was sadly mistaken. 'I like you a lot cousin,' I grinned. 'But you ain't getting Gibraltar back.' 'I may have to make love to you then,' he slipped his hands inside my shirt and brought me closer into a hug, his hands ran up and down my back and into the top of my lightweight trousers. I felt my waistband being unclipped and he was fondling my little buns, Jeez, this kid was a smooth operator. 'Go on then,' I whispered, I may as well celebrate my very first day in the old homeland, well one of my homelands anyway. The good thing about being a half breed is you get two of everything. 'You are so beautiful,' he crooned and started to undress me and I did him the same service. He had a nice body, bigger and bulkier than I was but I wasn't saying he was fat, he was just bigger all round. He had bits and pieces of fancy tattoos on his arm and shoulder and he was gorgeous, I clutched him as I felt the mild night air hit my naked flesh. As our clothing disappeared and we became naked he moved across the hammock and I pushed on his belly laying him out and knelt alongside studying his hardness, It stood loud and proud at over the six, maybe even seven and it was a nice one. Very dark skinned shaft with a bulging glans like a dark red egg. I took a tentative lick up the stem of it and he groaned and played with my hair. 'You are a teaser, Joey,' he tried to shove it in my mouth. 'No I'm not,' I laughed and continued to tantalise him a bit before slipping my mouth over his bulging knob and giving a little suck. I then went for it, I raised myself a little and began to duck my head taking more and more of his munchy lump into my throat at each dip. I was good at blows, I'd done lots of practice on Sean and Simon and they were pretty well rigged. Tell ya what. This kid had big nuts as well, as I sucked him I gently played with his scrotum keeping his nads well down in their sac, I didn't want him cuming in my mouth as I had other plans. I'd never done it in a hammock and I was a bit nervous. I got up and managed to perch up on the gently swaying canvas and straddle his hips. He looked at me in surprise and then grinned encouragingly as I gently lowered myself. He was precuming and slippery with my spit, I was sweaty and willing. I dropped my middle and felt his knob press against my ring. I pushed down and felt the pain of entry but it was brief and I had an inch or so of him in me. I started to bob up and down absorbing more and more of his fat Spanish dong. I got there in the end I could feel his body warmth against my bottom and his thick pubic bush against my skin. 'Wonderful,' he gasped and made gentle fucking motions into my honey pot. 'You are so smooth and beautiful.' Dontcha just like a happy cousin. That's when he really threw me. He struggled to his feet with me impaled on his cock, it was like a pretty obscene fireman's lift, I hung onto him for dear life as he turned and deposited me back on the hammock. I smiled up into his dark features, now I was gonna get fucked. It worked out so well. He just grabbed me by the hips and moved me up and down, he hardly moved. He moved me and the hammock to and fro and I slid up and down his cock. One way of doing it I suppose. At one stage he held me still and fucked directly downwards but soon resumed the auto fuck. I was so keyed up with the motion and the slap of his hairy belly under my balls that in the end my penis jerked and I puddled on my belly. He laughed in delight and finished me off with a grunt and a series of very deep and very hard thrusts. I felt his hot fluids spurt and splash up into my passage and then the feel of his thick spunk outside my bottom and running down my back. He slowly withdrew and kissed me rubbing his cum stained cock across mine making a right mess of us both. 'Come with me,' he picked up his clothing. I collected my kit and off we went. He led through the garden and we finished up at the far end of the house virtually out of sight of the house. 'This is where I bring my friends sometimes,' his teeth flashed in the gloom. 'My special friends.' 'Really,' I returned the smile, There was a small gazebo there and it held one of those swinging armchair things which was dismantled, the point was the cushioning and the soft bits of it were on the floor. Carlos guided me down and kissed me again, we smelt of spunk and sweat but I was on a roll I kissed him back and we got into a proper love struggle, I sensed that he was letting me win as I pinioned him to the mattress of the dismantled swinger. 'How many times can you climax a night?' He grinned up at me in the darkness, he sensually ground his pelvis into mine and I felt his tacky cock beginning to harden. 'Lots, cousin Carlos.' 'Excellent,' a flash of the teeth again. He grabbed me in a bearhug and then he rolled flat on his broad back. I felt him raise his legs and they rested lightly on my back. 'Make love to me cousin Joe. Slow and gentle, eh?' 'Slow and gentle it is,' I struggled to my knees and swiped my reawakened erection against his pucker. I leant forward to kiss him on the lips and gently pushed into tightness and warmth. It was going to be an exceeding long two weeks. THE END THE END THE END Origins: I found 'my Joe' some years ago and wrote about him and his friends. I found more pictures of him recently and then more. I think he's probably Columbian but I made him Anglo-Spanish for my Series. Later pictures I've found age him a little and the last set actually show him indulging in sex. Joe will continue in other Series of mine: LIFE WITH PHILIP and MY SAFEWAYS CHICKEN (in production). I reckon him and Philip having a love job sounds good ??? In my stories they both live in Surrey after all. Joe Identikit: Joe keeps his hair short, Joe always wears a necklace of some type, Joe normally wears wrist 'thingies' - two on his left and one on his right. The genuine Joe has a small brown birthmark on his belly around seven o'clock from his navel ... that's the clincher. Anybody got more pix of Joe, Joe's grubby underpants, Joe's sweaty sox ... you know where to send them THIS WHOLE SERIES IS DEDICATED TO 'MY JOE' . WHEREVER AND WHOEVER YOU ARE. GOOD LUCK PAL !!! GCutter66@aol.com ..... to be added to Mailing List. 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