Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 09:41:33 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: THE ODD JOB BOY - 7

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
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FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
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THE ODD JOB BOY



7 - The Christmas Holiday



by



G. Cutter



Andy doing this one, so you get a different slant on things a this time
around.

Well. the big freeze stayed a big freeze and I was getting quite used to
living the life of luxury. Fortunately Peter was well stocked up with food
and although it was all this microwaveable crap it filled a hole. I've got
to say the other hole didn't go short of filling either but we also
worked. We cleared all the snow from the house to the road and we kept the
Explorer garaged as it still sent the odd shower down at the drop of a hat
and it was still still freezing.

We did bugger all on the Sunday afternoon after a good morning's work and
were glued to the television viewing the countrywide chaos with the fire
going full blast when the bell rang around one o'clock.'

'Mmmm,' Peter looked at me and I looked at him.

'Peng?' I suggested.

'Wouldn't have thought so,' he got to his feet and wandered out to the
front door allowing a freezing blast of air to come into the overwarm
lounge. I heard the sound of young voices and then the sound of feet being
wiped. It seemed we had visitors it was a good job we were both fully
clothed I suppose.

'Brian and Sean, from down the road,' Peter announced the two blonde kids
we'd seen with their dad on the Saturday, well, dirty blonde the Americans
would call them, we'd call them light brown. 'Come in lads and take your
coats off.  This is Andy by the way,' Peter gave me a casual wave. 'Andy's
probably staying up for the week,' Peter informed them which was news to
me. It was beginning to look like I'd been kidnapped, never mind, I loved
adventures. Kidnapped and constantly raped, that sounded a good one. Oh, I
forgot, Brian was nice, his brother a little less so but still
cuddly. How's that for pervy, Peter must be rubbing off on me as well as in
me.

The kids shed their coats and scuttled nearer to the fire and when Peter
indicated by flapping his hand they occupied the large sofa with me.

'Mr Grayson has slipped on the snow and twisted or wrenched his ankle,'
Peter informed me. 'He's desperate to get his car going and to get down to
the local surgery.'

'Won't the doctor come out,' I asked what I thought was a reasonable
question.

'No, they're overwhelmed or so they say,' the boy sitting next to me the
older one I think spoke and his brother nodded agreement.

'You're Brian aren't you... and you are Sean just to get it straight,'
Peter spoke to the boys but I reckon it was for my benefit.

'We know Andy,' the one next to me turned my way and flashed a smile. 'Andy
does our papers.'

'I'll do you a mug of hot chocolate as well if you like.' From the smiles
and the eager nods I assumed that was a yes. When I came back with four
mugs of the glop they and Peter were deep in conversation. From what I
gathered their dad was a bit of a wimp although they didn't exactly say
that so Peter decided to have a walk down leaving me and the lads to natter
away with our hot mugs.

'The others are in Spain,' Brian much taller and clearly of the older of
the two spoke. I wasn't quite sure if it was a question or a statement so
just nodded.

'They've all gone,' the younger chipped in.

'Beating the weather I suppose,' I gave them the crafty once over, both
well set up boys and both nice although if I had a choice, wishful thinking
there, I would probably have opted for the younger of the two, the smaller
one... very tasty. 'Sitting in sunny Spain.'

'Raining according to the AOL weather this morning,' Brian grinned. 'Are
you still doing the papers tomorrow?'

'Not on your sweet life,' I laughed. 'Anyway, I've been offered a job here,
part time that is.'

'Mmmmmm.' That was from both of them and unless I was being paranoid it was
a what you would call an hum with meaning. I didn't know how worldly wise
they were but at thirteen, fourteen, fifteen or whatever they were they
couldn't have been dummies.

'You staying here?' This was the younger one, the shorter one and talk
about blunt.

'Don't be rude, Sean,' his older brother admonished him and gave me an
apologetic glance.

'I'll wait the weather out as long as Peter wants to look after me and feed
me,' I replied. That must have put them straight. Sod what they thought,
why should I care?

Just then Peter arrived back with a load of shivering and foot banging. He
came in grinning as if he'd just won some sort of prize.

'I'm taking Mr and Mrs Dawson upto the Accident and Emergency at the
Cottage Hospital as the roads are clear. They'd appreciate it if you could
keep and eye on the boys until we get back, that's if you don't mind.'
Peter looked at me and then the boys.

'No probs,' I sipped my cocoa.

'Aaw, can't I got to the hospital as well,' Sean bleated like a spoilt
brat.

'I think they want you to stay in the warm, hospitals take for ever,' Peter
tried to sound reasonable.

'I don't mind, I want to go,' the kid seemed quite determined. His older
brother held his peace, if I'd have been his brother I'd have told him to
do as he was instructed but then again... none of my business.

'Whatever,' Peter shrugged. 'Get your gear then Sean, I want to get up
there and get back.  I noticed that as the short stuff flapped about
getting his coat, scarf and gloves the older one, Brian made no effort to
move.

'You're alright staying with Andy?' Peter looked at Brian.

'Yeah, I can do as I'm told,' Brian spoke rather pointedly I thought.

'OK, come on, Rambo,' Peter put his hand on the younger one's shoulder and
I could have sworn kid brother winked at the older but I may have been
imagining things, why the hell should he?

'I'll give you a ring and try and let you know how long we're going to be
over there,' Peter gave us both a little wave and ushered the younger boy
out. I was left babysitting Brian which was just what I needed on a
snowbound Sunday afternoon.

'Let's get comfy, they're going to be gone most of the afternoon,' I kicked
my slippers off, well, they were Joe's really, rather tatty Kermit the
Frogs, they must have had sentimental value or he was a skinflint.

'Take my boots off?' Brian looked at me from the other end of the sofa.

'Yeah, chill out. It could be a long afternoon,' I glanced across the room
and I could see snow falling again and that would cheer Peter up no end.

Brian removed his boots and parked them by the fire, he then got back up
onto the sofa but this time followed my example so that his back was to the
arm and we were facing each other with our feet touching.

'Comfy?' I rubbed my (Joe's) thermal socks against his.

'Yeah,' he rubbed back with a grin and we played footsy fighting for a bit.

'You know Joe then?' I ventured.

'Yeah, very well,' he grinned and I suspected I'd walked right into it. 'I
pop around quite a bit.'

'And your brother?'

'Sometimes, not so much though. He has his own mates.'

I just idly stroked his foot with mine, nothing in it you understand but
Peter's observations about Joe and the others came to mind. I just couldn't
believe an attractive fifteen year old could survive around Joe and his
little mob without at least a grope.

'Does Joe know you're up here?' Brian asked rather cheekily I thought.

'Yeah, we chatted on the phone yesterday.' I dropped my bombshell. 'Peter's
talking about taking me over to Spain for the New Year.'

'Really?' Brian smiled. I reckon he was just about wetting himself with
jealousy but there you go.

'Yeah. So how well do you know Joe,' I gave an extra sensual rub to his
wooly foot, well, it was a woolen clad foot, he wasn't a bloody baa lamb
was he?

'Very well,' he giggled. It seemed we were both beating around the bush on
the Joe front, that half Spanish git had a lot to answer for.

'I wonder how long they're gonna be?' I mused. I was bloody sure this kid
was up for it but I was terrified of cocking up, that would be a
disaster. Maybe he was just a little smart arse, maybe knew the score with
Joe and crew but that was all.

'They have to take an hour getting there and that's assuming they've left,'
he looked at me steadily. 'One or two hours up there if it's busy, an hour
back, so they should be home and dry between four and five.'

'Maybe longer than that, it sounds like every wrinkly in the county has
fallen over and broken something.'

'Including my dad,' Brian laughed unsympathetically. 'Clumsy sod.'

'Now, now.'

'Sorry,' he grinned looking remarkably unfazed. 'I'm knackered, I could use
a nap, I was up late with Sean watching films last night.'

'Snooze away then,' I looked at him, 'You're safe.'

'Aaah,' he did a little whine. 'I thought you might do a Joey boy.'

'And what's a Joey boy.' This was it. I could feel it in my water.

'Well, you know Joe... super groper.' He looked at me and I could see in
his eyes that he was daring me to make a move but caution won out.

'What, like this?' I sat up and placing my feet on the carpet grabbed his
feet massaging his toes and then stroking up his legs feeling the hardness
of his knees and the beginning of his thighs.

'Joe would be a bit more adventurous,' he giggled and slid down the sofa a
bit nearer to me. Now his knees were across my lap and the rest of him was
in range of my wandering hands, it was upto me.

'Really,' I smiled and ran my hand up his leg almost to his crotch but then
withdrew, I could see a tent in his trousers but who knew in thick winter
gear. He shuffled down a bit more and with me sitting there and he on his
back his bottom now touched my hip, he was so tight to me I could feel the
actual softness of his bum pressing against me. No going back now.

I skipped his middle but put my hand onto the front of his trousers at his
waistband and slipped inside burrowing under his jumper and his t-shirt and
making contact with the warmth and smoothness of his belly.

He looked at me and grinned. He was crying out for it and my bravery and
courage had gone on walkabout. I was in wimpsville. Good job he was a good
little soldier. he grabbed my hand and placed it front and centre right on
his groin. I could feel the heat through his trousers and the hardness. I
squeezed gently feeling it twitch and grow as I fumbled and slowly took his
zip down from top to bottom.

'Come on Andy,' he sighed and unclipped the top of his trousers spreading
them to expose his underwear.

I spread the material back a little and finally it was in plain view. A
nice five inch tube of solid flesh from his hot centre upto his right
hip. I lay my hand softly on it and moved it to and fro through the thin
material. He just lay there with a soppy grin on his face accepting my
caresses as his right.

'You ever done it with Joe?' I asked softly.

'Done it?' He grinned giving a little pelvic thrust. 'Wanks, fucks?'

'Either.'

'I shouldn't say really...'

'But you will.'

'We done wankies, we done a sixty niner,' he looked at me as it was the
bravest thing in the world and perhaps it was to him. 'Not the nitty gritty
though.'

'Not the sex?'

'No,' he looked at me. 'Nearly once but my brother and his mates turned up
and put the kybosh on it.'

'I imagine he would,' I laughed.

'I think he would have joined in if he'd been by himself,' Brian scowled.

'You ever done anything with kid bro then?'

'Questions, questions,' he laughed and put his hand on top of mine moving
it faster.

'Well?'

'We done it a couple of times,' he looked at me quite seriously. 'Don't you
ever tell a soul, never mention it, not to Sean, not to Joe, not to
anybody.'

'Jeez.' I was gobsmacked. Suburban incest, big bro shags little kid bro,
really out of it.

'He fancies you as well.'

'Who?'

'Sean, you yo yo,' he laughed. 'What do you think he's gone up the hospital
for... he left me the chance to sorta get things moving.'

'Well you've done that,' I thought of Sean, he wasn't the most beautiful
boy in the world but he was a nice kid and the thought of having it away
with two brothers... well.

'I got lumbered a bit but it worked out all right,' he grinned at me and
lifting my hand pushed the front of his briefs down and dropped my hand
again onto his bare flesh.

'Wanna go to bed for a couple of hours,' I encircled his throbbing cock
with my fist and slowly moved it so that the foreskin slid over his shiny
glans.

'We gonna fuck?'  His bum pressed against me.

'Do you want to?'

'With you I do,' his eyes dropped. 'Sorry, I sound like a girl.'

'You're no girl,' I squeezed his fully erect penis and then covered it
up. 'Let's try Joe's room, it's nice and warm in there.'

'Yah,' he punched the air just like he'd won a race. God, it was so nice to
be a highly desired sex god, I'd have to look after him well. I needed a
good report going back to his kid bro after all.

We went upstairs and once in the room I grabbed him, he gave a girly little
squeal and allowed me to drag him onto the bed and then it was all systems
go. We got our top stuff off and had a roll about with naked chests pressed
together and I got my first kiss of his sweet lips, then the second and
finally the tongue tango. Slippery organs checked out each other's mouths
and all the time we got harder and harder.

'Right,' I spreadeagled him onto the bed and bore down on him and don't
forget although I think he was slightly younger than I was, a younger
fifteen, he was a lot taller. 'I want to see you naked.'

'Good,' he giggled and squirmed as I attacked his trousers getting him down
to his briefs. He was an long and rather lanky angel, cute, sweet,
nice... all those words. I mouthed his hardness through the thin material
of his underwear and finally peeled them down allowing his jerking boy cock
to spring up and lay on his belly.

'Nice one,' I breathed.

'Get your clothes off as well,' he croaked.

'OK,' I stood by the bed and gave him a sort of languid striptease, I saw
his eyes widen and he began to virually dribble as my brown skinned
erection popped clear and jerked out in front of me.

'Come here,' he croaked and I leapt onto the bed straddling him and then
lowered myself so that my hardness was against his. It seemed natural
enough for both of us to put our arms around each other and just rub up and
down against each other. 'Jeez, I'm so hard,' he whined clasping my bottom
with his hands and squeezing and crushing my flesh. I knew perfectly well
what he wanted and I wanted the same myself but was he ready to go that
far? A sixty niner with Jo didn't put him in the big league but all the
same he did seem keen and we appeared to have time enough to satisfy both
parties to sound formal.

'Do you want to shag?' There you go, nothing like saying it as it is.

'What, with you?' He looked at me and did a rather becoming blush.

'No one else here pal.'

'I haven't done it before.'

'Do you want to was the question,' I spoke quite roughly but kissed his
nose and then his lips. 'I'll go nice and gentle and stop if you don't like
it... and then you get to do me. A deal?' I looked at him hopefully.

'You've got to do it with Sean as well, he's got a thing for you. He's had
a crush for yonks.' All this came out quite innocently and I got the
feeling I was in some sort of suburbian La La Land, everyone wanted to shag
the newspaper boy. I could handle Sean alright, in fact, he was a damn
sight smaller than the brother currently in my arms but he was stronger
looking if you follow me. I suppose when he hit his growth spurt he'd be
the giant of the family. I wondered how their dicks compared but all that
was for the future.

'Sean's no problem whenever we get the chance,' I promised him and crushed
his lips again slipping my tongue into his mouth. 'You and I for the
present,' I started to attack his nipples making him giggle again and
squirm about on the bed but the timewasting was over. I wanted his sweet
bottom and then I wanted to road test his stumpy little cock. Well, it
wasn't little but it was no monster either. I worked my way down his belly
taking in his navel, a quick suck on his jerking cock and then a bit of
ball munching, he was all awriggle and putty in my hands. I got his legs up
in the air and attacked his sweet fanny with my mouth and lips and he
accepted it all with various sighs and groans.

The finger test was the next hurdle and he passed with flying colours, I
slid a KY coated finger into his virgin pucker and he freaked. He thrashed
about and just about nipped my finger off in his excitement but I delved
deep and hard tickling his prostate and coating him well and easing that
little muscle.

I finally crouched up against him bearing his thighs down to his chest with
my body, my swollen and almost aching glans well oiled and slippery nudged
against his ring.

'Go on,' he gasped and clutched my hips

Holding my hardness firmly against his entrance I slowly pushed. His eyes
opened wide and he attempted to gasp but my lips settled onto his absorbing
his groan as I felt my glans penetrate him for the first inch or so. As
soon as I felt his tongue slip against mine I knew he was alright and I
withdrew a little and them pushed back in gaining depth.

'Alright?' I froze in place.

'It's alright now,' he smiled a little and looked at me. 'You've just taken
my virginity, you bastard.'

'So I have,' I grinned and moved in and out slowly at first but sinking
deeper and deeper enjoying the feel of him opening up for me and then the
end game. He gave a shuddering groan and I felt him clamp on me and then
ease. He must have liked the sensation as he did it again... and again.

'Yeah,' he smiled at me and his hands slipped off my hips and just rested
on my thighs as I moved faster and finally bottomed out with my pubics
crushed under his balls. 'So bloated,' he groaned and wriggled on me as I
moved faster and faster now fucking for real. He was nice and tight, slick
enough with the KY to be easy and he seemed to be having fun. At least he
hadn't gone into shock and started bawling, he was taking it like a man or
a boy I should say. 'Go on.' He tugged on my legs as I stated to truly nail
him to the bed.

In the end it was the regular sweaty thwack of my body against his as I
well and truly pigged out. I slid down and let his legs slip down my back
as we went belly to belly kissing and shagging all the way. As I felt my
heat rise I raised myself again and forced his legs back so that I was
fucking deep and hard into his tautly spread bottom.

'I'm cuming,' I grunted and let fly. It was a good one and his eyes opened
wide with shock as he felt my hot squirts of spunk splash into his tight
tunnel and coat his insides lubricating and easing the final strokes.

'Jeez, that is so... er, soggy,' he laughed. 'So weird, that feeling when
you sorta cum.'

'No 'sorta' about it lover boy,' I rested on him again as my wilting penis
slid free. We cuddled and I rubbed my belly against his hard boy prong as
we kissed and relaxed. For him the best was yet to come but I was in no
hurry. I was quite happy playing with him and letting him muster his nerve
and his energy.

'I was expecting a bit of pain,' he spoke quietly. 'But it was easy, if a
bit odd.'

'Some people hurt, some don't,' I smiled gently. 'I'm a good lover.'

'You're a bighead,' he laughed. 'You and Sean will make a good pair.'

'Not me and you then?'

'Maybe,' he laughed.

'Aw shucks!'

'Here. I was going to ask you about that raghead kid who was up here. Does
he do the biz... you know...?' His voice tailed off.

'That's Peng. Firstly he's not a raghead, he's Indonesian or something like
that and secondly. Yes.'

'Mmmmmmm.'

'Fancy Peng do we?' I grinned down at him.

'Somewhat,' he grinned back.

'I'll have to see what I can do over the holiday. I believe he has a
smaller brother as well, around twelve or so.'

'Yummy.'

'Slut.'

'Looks that way,' he laughed and catching me unawares rolled so that I was
the one on my back and he was on top. 'Now, about this nooky, young
Mr. Andy.'

'Take your time,' I advised him quite seriously. 'I know you're not a giant
but they all feel big when they open you up.'

'Tell me about it.' He knelt up between my legs and I relaxed. My turn now
and in a curious way I was looking forward to it, I must be on the turn. I
glanced down and he was doing what he needed to do, he was smearing KY onto
his hardness so much of it that he'd just about glide in let alone actually
penetrate. Didn't fuss me, less pain the better although after Peter, Brian
was peanuts in a manner of speaking. 'I'll tell Sean about this and he'll
be so jealous,' he twittered on as he lined himself up and looked me in the
eyes as if awaiting permission.

'Go on, take it easy.'

'That's what Sean said last time.'

'And you did?'

'No,' he looked at me. 'It hurt him he said, so we called it a day at
wankies.'

'Mmmmm..... ouch.' He was in. He'd taken a rather sharp prod and impaled me
on his stiffness, I grabbed his hips and stopped him but he'd nearly passed
out. He opened his eyes and looked at me and then fractionally moved. 'Go
on... slowly,' I muttered.

He was better this time, he fucked his way in gaining a little ground or is
it flesh at each move and I could feel his hot meat filling me. Once he was
almost there he bent over and kissed me and I trapped him by holding onto
his neck as his hips moved to and fro.

'Alright?' I mumbled into his mouth.

'Fantastic,' he grinned and moved faster, I could now feel his crisp pubes
on my bottom and then the pressure of his belly, he was in all the way and
he was liking it. 'This is incredible,' he moved faster and faster kissing
and slobbering at my neck and I must admit I liked it as well. He was
gentle and he liked the kissy bit which I liked. There's no fun having sex
with a machine who just wants to fuck and run. This kid didn't, he wanted
to enjoy but he didn't have long, I could feel his hot cock slipping in and
out like a steel rod... he was so hard!!

'Shit, shit, shit,' he mumbled and glared at me as he pumped into
furiously.

'What's up?'

'I can't stop...' He wailed and then I felt him jerk and his hot fluids
spewing into my gut. He must have been long overdue for a wank as I felt
his stuff squish inside me and the slippery trickle of it as it overflowed
down onto my tailbone.

'That was quick,' I said brightly trying not to laugh.

'Won't be next time,' he grinned ruefully and slowly bellied out on me
squashing my semi hardness. I felt his softening organ slip from me and
wondered what the sheet was like, spunky no doubt.

'Who says that there's going to be a next time,' I cuddled his body and
stroked his sweat tacky skin. This is the time I like, when it's done and
both in the partnership are drained... it feels good even if a little messy
at times.

'Aaaaw,' he looked at me with puppy dog eyes. 'We gotta go again.'

'We shall,' I kissed him. 'Sit tight, I'll go and run the bath.'

'Bath?'

'You are not going to face up your family smelling like you've just had sex
are you?'

'No, I suppose not,' he had the grace to look shamefaced for a
second. 'It'll make Sean jealous though.'

'Might also get you grounded for a month or so if your mum or dad suspected
something fishy was going on.'

'True,' he laughed and stretched out on the bed, a young man relishing and
delighting in the fact that he'd finally done something with that thing
between his legs other than pee and wank. Yeah, I know it sounds crude but
there you go. Another thing that's crude whilst I'm on the subject is the
clear out. I don't know if it gets better as you gain experience or get
older but the abortion as Jo calls it, the 'evacuation' is noisy. No matter
how hard you try for a silent disposal of the unborn babies (how's that for
charm), it's so bloody noisy. I suppose you can walk around with the lot
still inside you but what if you cop a fart, you're liable to pebbledash
the inside of your knickers. Believe me, I have thought it out.

A thought occured. I bet the last couple of sentences get the English
language purists up in arms. Sod 'em.

I did my biz and started the bath going, the size of it, it took around
twenty minutes to reach a comfortable level. The next step was to return to
the bed and get lazybones to carry out his first 'babydump' to invent
another word. Luckily, he was feeling a bit bubbly and shot out as soon as
I came in so that was that problem solved. I was sitting on the bed like a
lemon when I heard him splashing around in the bath and attempting to sing,
the prick had gazumped me.

I looked through the curtains on the way and it looked bitterly cold and
horrible, to cap it all off it was nearly dark and it was barely three in
the afternoon. The mob should be at the hospital now and as if on cue the
phone rang.

'Who's that, who's that,' Brian shouted out in panic.

'Father fuckin' Christmas,' I snarled and rushed back into the bedroom and
grabbed the extension. It was Peter just letting us know that Grayson
Senior was getting bandaged up and that nothing was broken. They expected
to be leaving within the hour and the roads were horrendous which I assumed
meant pretty bad. The deadline was ninety minutes and right at the end he
got to the point.

'Any luck?'

'With what?' I sat on the bed and grinned at Brian as he peered like a
doormouse around the door... he was so sweet.

'With the kid,' Peter was whispering.

'Yeah, we done sex, duh.'

'Ah, right,' Peter seemed taken aback a little. 'Well done,' he gave a
laugh and put the phone down, why did I suspect someone must have been near
him, possibly the itty bitty Sean.

'Gotta bath lover boy,' I ran across the room and grabbed Brian before he
could get out onto the passage. 'Better not hang around, they're due back
in an hour.' I know Peter had said ninety minutes but I was taking no
chances. I didn't even want anyone noticing that we were fresh from the
bath. Crafty, or what.

Once in the warm foamy Brian got all romantic again and I was tempted but a
bit of a kiss and soapy cuddle would have to do. In fact he was one
seriously sexed up young man. I got around him orally that was and managed
to suck and slurp another little load of his juicy boy spunk... I was
getting a taste for it or maybe it was his juicy boy cock.

'How big's your brother?'

'Five feet something,' he shrugged. 'I dunno, shorter than me, though,' he
laughed.

'Try again. How big is your Sean?'

'Oh, gotcha, he grinned. 'Wooo... like this,' he held his hands apart like
a fisherman describing the one that got away.

'Prat. I'll have to find out for myself.'

'How big's Peter?' He didn't look at me but stood and started to run the
shower over us rinsing us clean of the suds.

'A big six I guess, I'm not into measurements.'

'Mmmm,' he grinned. 'I quite like him.'

'I'll let him know you have an interest as well as Peng and Peng's kid
brother, slutface.'

'Tactfully,' he suddenly went serious. 'And I can let Sean know about this
afternoon.'

'Tactfully,' I grinned.

'Of course.'

By the time we got back we were all sort of sleepy eyed and looking
bored. The Royal School of Dramatic Art had nothing on us bunnies, the only
two who weren't taken in were Peter and Sean, the dad was too busy
whingeing and the mum was taking liberties in the kitchen. At least I had a
chance of a quick word with Peter and I saw Brian buttonhole Sean.

In the end Peter and I got an invite around for dinner which was going to
be an eight o'clock job and also got the daytime job of getting their car
up and running. Peter must have been some sort of a Christian, I'd have
told some dickhead who parked up on a snowy evening and left his sidelights
on to bugger off but that's me. I know a Volvo has a battery the size of a
coffin and is built for bad weather but be fair...

We were sitting drinking tea by the gallon and they were on the verge of
leaving for their home when the wife and I still don't know her name came
out with it.

'The boys are off school next week.' She was talking to Peter like he was a
bosom buddy and I could see he was getting a bit bored. His eyes kept
drifting to the boys but nobody seemed to notice. Jesus, he's got the
delicious moi to bed and he's oggling skags.

'Yeah,' Peter smiled politely. 'Andy's off as well off and as his parents
are happy with him staying up here he's going to do some odd jobs for me.'
The man made it up as he went along but he was an excellent liar. He must
have picked it up from Joe and the crew.

'Duncan is going to get so irritated with the boys acting like hooligans
for the next few days,' the wife who I was bloody sure was called Dot or
something silly babbled on.

'They can stop over here for a couple of days,' Peter struck like a
snake. 'It's a bit lonely with my associates in Spain and I expect Andy
could use some company.' Have you ever heard such a load of old crap. My
'associates' I ask you, his bloody harem more like.

'Oooh, that would be nice,' Dot (I think) gushed.

'Well, if you're sure,' Mr Grayson smiled. 'What do you say boys?'

'Well at least we can watch some videos,' Sean grinned at Brian nodding at
the mountain of videos stacked around the televison.

'They can come back with us after dinner,' I spoke up at last, I may as
well get my say in.

'Yeah. Why not?' Peter backed me up.

I think the parents were a bit overtaken by events, as their two boys were
sitting on the sofa nodding their heads and grinning like cats who had
found a bucketful of dead canary stew (the defeathered type that is). It
was a done deal, it was all over.

'Well... if it's not going to inconvenience you too much,' Dot waffled on
although I could see that the husband at least was well pleased with the
thought of losing his offspring for a while.

'No problems,' Peter looked suddenly sad. 'I miss the boys.' For Christ's
sake, he sounded like a vicar who'd misplaced half a dozen rather nubile
choirboys. Joe and his little mob weren't boys, they were nearly adults for
God's sake. I think Sean (another one) and Simon were eighteen maybe even
nineteen.

'Alright then,' Mr Grayson clambered painfully to his feet and he wasn't a
bad actor either by the way. 'All fixed, we'll see you for dinner at
eight. Sophie and the boys will be getting worried.' After that mysterious
remark it was all hustle and bustle as they made ready to leave.

I tried to collar Brian and ask who the hell Sophie and the boys were but
he was too busy giving Peter lustful looks. I just don't know what it is
with some kids, they have one bout of sex and a blow job in the bathroom
and they're bloody Casanovas. My target, the shorty Sean just ignored me
which boded well for the night. We eventually got them out and it had
started to snow again. We promised to be on their doorstep for eight for
the dinner, the silly woman even told us that they didn't dress for
dinner. Surely she didn't think we were going to do the English gentry bit
and do the tie and tails for grub, it was blizzarding for Christ's
sake. Let's face it, in spite of Peter's money and my undoubted charm we
were serfs, peasants or peons after all.

They wobbled off down the road with hubby doing the injured soldier bit. I
suppose Peter should have dropped them down in his Explorer but he looked
like he'd had enough. I know he liked company and he liked boys but he was
getting just a little bit stressed... poor soul.

'I'm surprised those boys are still sane with parents like that,' Peter
commented as he fished out two reasonably warm lagers from the kitchen.

'Who the hell, are Sophie and the boys?'

'I think Sophie is the au pair they have there, haven't a clue what boys
she's talking about.'

'We'll find out at foodtime,' I sighed and flopped onto the sofa as near to
the fire as I could. 'A masterful performance there Mr Campion.'

'I thought so.' He sat alongside me and clasped my thigh. 'Tell me all
about it... all the gory details.'

I did right from the footsies on the sofa up until the bath and the final
blow job, he sat there taking it in and at the end stretched his legs. My
little saga had got him going, in fact, I had a stiffy on myself.

'Hold on,' he sat bot upright and looked at me.

'Yeah?'

'Half brothers, Sean and Brian, they must be. That's why they're so
different physically,' he flopped back satisfied with himself. 'I'm sure
Joe said something one day but I wasn't listening too much, he twitters on
a bit.'

'I'll tell him you said that,' I laughed. 'They never mentioned it.'

'Why should they... unless you ask them directly, they're not likely to
bring it up.'

'I suppose,' I dismissed the subject. I had more important things on my
mind and first and foremost was, who was sleeping with who.

'You said Brian fancied me a bit?' He asked tentatively.

'A lot, in fact.'

'Good. You're going to look after the little one.'

'He's not little, he's just a bit height deprived,' I laughed. 'All the
same size in bed or so they tell me.'

'Slut,' he looked at me fondly. 'Enjoy,' he raised his can in a toast.'

'I hope so,' I laughed and took a deep swallow.

I expect all the sex obsessed readers are expecting another sex session but
it didn't happen, we had a kiss and a cuddle and he went to have a bath on
his own. I went in and washed his back but that was about it. We had
company tonight and I think we were saving ourselves. The thought of a
night with short stuff was becoming more attractive by the minute,
unfortunately we had to sit through a meal with the slightly painful
parents first. We managed to get out of the house around a quarter to eight
expecting a brisk walk down the road. Small chance and no chance. The snow
was whistling across the road almost horizontally, we had virtual blizzard
conditions in the sunny south, God knows what it was like down in the West
country and up Yorkshire way out on the moors. I wouldn't fancy being a
hiker or a camper and there are always one or two who go out in atrocious
weather and expect some poor mug to rescue them.

In the end we got into the Explorer and flashed her up and after a while we
took a slow, a painfully slow trundle down the road. It was only six houses
or so but better in Peter's imitation Tiger Tank than by foot. I love all
those little panel lights by the way, very pretty, a bit like a spaceship.

The boys were looking out for us and hustled us in as soon as we got from
the vehicle. Nice and friendly, Brian almost simpered at Peter and even
Sean gave me a friendly grin. Totally different boy when he smiled, almost
human, almost. I wondered what his little bum was like but time to put
those thought to rest for a while. Dot and Duncan came into the hallway and
made a meal of stashing our anoraks. Ten minutes senseless gabble regarding
the weather... it's all that Tony Blair's fault sort of thing then we were
into what Dot grandly described as the dining room and here was the
surprise.

Two rugrats and a girl. Well, to clarify. A girl who could have been
eighteen or so minding two boys of five or six, they looked very much like
twins and were clones of Dot only more masculine you understand. We did the
polite bit and didn't ask any questions but we were told the family history
anyway by our hobbling and grossly overacting Duncan. Apparently Sean was
Dot's by a previous mariage and Brian was his by a previous marriage, the
brats were a joint effort. Clear as crystal, Peter's suspicions were
correct. We did a mandatory admiration of the kids, heard a bit about the
pain Duncan was going through and dinner started to be wheeled in, the girl
and Dot sharing the task. After some pretty rotten soup Dot sat with us and
the girl took the kids out and served the remainder herself, presumably
she'd parked the kids in the kitchen or slung them out into the snow,
nobody seemed too fussed. One thing I had noticed was that the two half
brothers totally ignored the kids and I suspected some friction there but
that was their problem.

The meal was OK and for the life of me I can't remember what it was, I'm
not a food person, I eat because it runs the engine. Stick something in
front of me and I eat it. We had a pudding or sweet as Dot called it and
eventually setled around the fire. Duncan and Peter had whiskey or
something and the boys and I had Cokes, big deal or what? I'd be in the
fridge once back at Peter's tucking into a lager before bed, enough for a
little buzz but not enough to get a case of limp dick if you know what I
mean.

The boys were very quiet and I suspected they just wanted to get out of it
for the night, they took no part in the conversation but then again neither
did I. It seemed that there was a clear adult - children divide in that
house. Brian, Sean and myself were classed as the children of
course. Dreary.

It must have been around half ten we made a move, the blizzard was still
blizzarding and the snow was beginning to bank up in drifts at on the side
of the house and it was so bloody cold. The boys had a holdall apiece and I
managed to get Brian in the front passenger seat and virtually shoved Sean
into the rear. Whilst Peter flashed up and got the thing running I scurried
around knocking the snow from the windows and then jumped into the rear
with my cuddlebuns.

As soon as we were all in the parents slammed the door and we were on our
own before we'd even moved from their drive.

'Thank Christ for that.' Sean muttered and I saw his teeth gleam in the
gloom.

'Sean,' Briam said warningly.

'Come on, Brian. You can't say you aren't glad to get out for a night.'

'I didn't say that,' Brian laughed. 'We could get stranded in the snow and
freeze to death a hundred yards from home,' he tried to peer through the
misted up windows.

'I'll keep you warm,' Peter offered.

'And I'll look after you,' I whispered right into Sean's ear. He turned
towards me in the dark and I saw him smile.

We trundled up the hill the same route we'd come down, probably the same
tyre tracks what was left of them and the snow seemed to sandblast the side
of the vehicle. God knows how we found the house, I know it wasn't all that
far away but it was like being on a different planet. I think it was more
by luck than good judgement we got the right driveway but the garage was
still open and Peter edged us in and that was it.

'Come on lads,' Peter was out in a flash. 'Let's get inside and get warmed
up.' Guess who got left to get the garage door down, I was fitting into the
hired help role quite well.

By the time I got in and got my coat off smarmy git (sorry, Peter) was
feeding these 'children' booze. They were sitting on the sofa in front of
the fire supping Fosters from the can and Peter was sitting there with his
whiskey and lemonade which is a weird drink I telly you... but I like it.

'One for you on the table,' Peter looked at me and grinned. 'A belly
warmer.'

It was, I could see by the dark colour he'd treated me to the same as he
was drinking only stronger and talking of belly warmers it was about time I
cracked the Ice Maiden, Sean.

'Cheers, lads,' I raised my glass and they did the same.

'I was going to put Brian and Sean in the other Sean's room but thought...'
Peter looked at us all with a slight smile on his face. He probably faced
three open mouths, open in surprise that is. 'Then again I thought that if
Brian wanted to pile in with me and Sean with Andy it would be cosier.'

General mumbles and blushing there. Pretty well handled as well, no one
objected, certainly not I. After that he turned the television on and we
pigged out on scenes of a snowbound England and the other mob, you know,
the bits stuck on, Wales, Scotland and whatnot. It was forecast to keep
going for another twenty four hours and then get warmer. The bad news was
that the Arctic conditions would return for the Christmas weekend which was
the next one up.

'Going away, or staying at home?' I asked Sean for want of something better
to say.

'Nah, staying home for the whole weekend,' he replied rather mournfully I
thought.

'Yeah, should be fun,' Brian supplied.

'Well, we're having a bit of a get together here on Sunday, the Boxing
Day,' Peter spoke up. 'Andy and myself and Peng and his kid brother if I
can get hold of them.'

I tried not to look flabbergasted or whatever. This guy just made it up as
he went along. Talk about stick your neck out but then again why not. Peng
and kid regardless, at least we'd have done our Christian duty by rescuing
the boys from something they obviously weren't too keen on. They both
looked interested and Sean even grinned. I must admit I had an interest in
Peng's little brother, Peng had proved a bit of a disappointment with his
over-fem attitude but perhaps his brother would be livlier, come to think
of it we weren't even too sure how old he was.

'How old did Peng say his brother was?' I asked Peter.

'Twelve,' Brian was in like a rocket.

'There you go,' Peter laughed. 'Somebody pays attention.'

'Somebody fancies chicken for Chrismas,' I retorted which brought a laugh
all round. Well, Brian didn't laugh, he did the cherry routine again,
blushing like a tomato.

'Well, I'd like to come around,' Sean looked at me and Peter. 'Christmas
Day is OK for the family bit but Boxing Day is more for relaxation.'

'And exploring Peng and bro if Peter can fix it,' I put in.

'As you say,' Peter concurred.

'Anyway, it's going to be cold in those bedrooms,' I stood up and told
Peter I was going to check the heating was at a moderate level. He decided
to dish out another drink more or less as a nightcap and squirrel around
for a film. He reckoned he had a couple of small ones which 'the boys'
would like. Yeah, I bet. The rooms were warm enough without being overly
hot and a quick peep through the curtains told me we were in trouble
tomorrow. From what I could see the snow was about a foot deep out in the
road, in the driveways and alongside the houses it could be anything. Just
one unbroken sea of white, motionless and totally dead. Even the scavenger
foxes were on strike.

'Looks bad outside,' I informed the troops when I returned to the warmth of
the lounge.

'It'll keep,' Peter didn't seem concerned. 'Now Brian and Sean. There are
boy on boy... do you want to see them or not?'  He didn't ask me, I guess
he felt pretty safe as he should be with Brian but I suppose he was going
through the motions for Sean's benefit... a bit late in the day but there
you go.

They just nodded and settled back into the sofa with their fresh cans, me
being moi managed to squirm in between them. I saw Peter give a little
smile but I don't suppose he cared, he had fresh meat for the night.

'Only short ones,' he said. 'One's fifteen and the other eighteen
minutes... the guy who did them up for me didn't know the names of the
actors or whatever you want to call them but the bigger lad he's named Vlad
after the Impaler presumably.' That one struck a bell as they both smiled,
they must both be horror film freaks. 'The bottom is called Magic Lady Boy
in one and I have no idea what that means but the other is Giggler for a
very obvious reasons. Vlad and Giggler for your education and information,
gents.' He clicked the remote and the thing started.

Well, I thought Vlad was a bit of a lumpen but Giggler was sweet and he did
do a good giggle even when he was being shagged. He was sweet, I'd liked to
have seen him with someone a bit more pretty. Mind you my eyes kept
dropping to my companions either side and even by halfway they were both
showing signs in their loose fitting jeans and you know the signs I mean. I
sipped my drink which was a bit strong and lay back studying the back of
Sean's neck as he was virtually glued to the screen, his brother was a bit
more laid back. Sean was smooth, he could use a haircut although it was
short on top, he needed a tidy up... I could do that with my teeth later if
he so wished. Then again I might have my teeth in other things.

I didn't see if lumpen Vlad came or not as he seemed to be doing a bit of
dancing around at the end and willy waggling, Giggler looked pissed
off. The next one was better quality and I do recall at the end Vlad
managed to do a squirt on the other boy's belly, the close ups were pretty
good as well.

'How's about that then, Sean,' I whispered from about an inch away.

'I'm leaking,' he did a Giggler.

'I'll sort that out.'

Peter must have heard me as he clicked off the set and stood. 'Bedtime, I
think.'

Cue for dramatic yawns all round as if anyone was even thinking of
sleeping. Jeez, we were snowed in and might even have to eat each other to
survive. I decided to start on Sean once I had him in the bedroom. Sooner
rather than later is a pretty good motto. I wondered how long you could
survive on a diet of cum but put the disgusting thought behind me, it was
getting chilly and I wanted to get into bed with my new hot water bottle.

I hadn't got much experience in swagging a stranger off to bed although I
suppose Peng counts and we said rather subdued good night deciding to get
up around half eight and survey the situation snow-wise. When Sean and I
got into Joe's room it was a bit of a giggle, he sat one side of the bed
and I the other. We undressed in silence ignoring each other and as I
slipped into bed naked I noticed him pull sleeping shorts from his holdall,
another thing I noticed was that he put them on over his y-fronts. Looks
like anything that was going to happen would be preceded by a grand
unwrapping just like the caper you have to go through with Christmas
presents.

'Do you always sleep naked?' He gave me a brief look before his slid into
his side of the bed.

'Commando they call it and yes I do, it's healthier.'

'If you say so,' he sniffed, 'Bloody cold in here.'

'Gonna get colder kid before the night's out.' I turned to face
him. 'Snuggle up, leech some warmth.'

'Don't stare at me then,' he looked at me and flushed. 'Turn the light off
as well.'

'Jeez,' I complained but stretched from the bed and clicked the switch
plunging the room into darkness. Well it wasn't really dark, you could
still see vague shapes from the streetlights although snow was building up
on the outside sills. I faced away from him but backed into the centre of
the bed a bit more.

'You're little,' I felt his hand on my hip and the material of his sleepers
om my bum, I could also feel that he wasn't hard but turgid I think the
word is... half hard in a nutshell.

'Whatcha mean... little.'

'For sixteen.'

'Fifteen coming on sixteen, in fact,' I moved back a little and felt him
move in rather than move away which was a good sign.

'Think two of us in a bed together,' he whispered and I felt the warmth of
his breath on my neck.

'Think,' I moved my bottom back deliberately this time and pressed up
against his groin.

He laughed softly but didn't move and I felt him press up against me in
return and this time I could feel hardness, the turgidity phase had
passed. 'Dirty sod.'

'Could get dirtier if you got all that kit off.'

'Yeah.' I felt him move against me again and then he moved back a
little. So much for that. '

Go on then,' he muttered.

'Go on, what?' I rolled over to face him.

'You take it off.' He spoke so quietly that I barely heard him but what
he'd said was good enough for me. One thing was for sure, it was getting
colder in spite of the radiators giving some heat and we were going to
finish in a huddle sooner or later.

I put my hands on his smooth hips and ran them up to his armpits and then
down again, his body trembled and I thought to myself that he wanted action
but he just didn't know what to do. I did. I slid my hands down slowly
hooking the tops of his sleeping shorts and his underwear and he wriggled
just a little as I took them down to his knees. I ducked my head and let my
lips just brush across his silken smooth chest and I could feel his shaking
body relax. My hands lid down his back and I cupped his tight little cheeks
pulling him closer and with a bit of nifty footwork pushed his clothing
down to his ankles all the time gently mouthing across his chest and
finally settling on his nipples.

'You alright?'

'Yeah,' he croaked and wriggled in my hands, I felt his warm buttocks tense
and relax.

I dropped my head again and mouthed at his nipples but by now our joint
erections were pressed together so there was no reluctance there. Stage Two
coming up. Once his nipples were slippery and he'd got used to my lips on
him I started to kiss and lap my way down his body until my cheek glanced
across the head of his penis and glory be. I felt the smear of his precum,
he was ready to go. Before he could object I ducked my head and took his
hot flesh into my mouth, he spasmed and I thought he was going to freak but
he must have liked if for as I sucked his cock and toyed with his balls he
started to make little pumping motions into my mouth and give little gasps
of satisfaction. I could feel his mass and it was bigger than I'd expected
for such a small kid.his precum tasted salty yet sweet if you know what I
mean and there was lots of it. Enough for him to do what I wanted. Let him
have his big night and then it would be my turn. Nothing comes free as they
say.

'Keep this up and I'll cum,' he giggled.

'Mmmmm,' I swiftly rolled over and probably to his surprise snuggled his
hardness between my cheeks and hoped that he'd have the sense to do the
right thing. He did. He was clearly quite inexperienced but he knew what he
wanted. He was clumsy and made a right hash of it but with his enthusiasm,
his precum for lube and a bit more saliva he eventually managed to get his
position and enter me in a jerky thrust.

'Jeez,' he moaned as he entered me and I pushed back onto him. A couple of
nights with Peter plus the afternoon with his much bigger brother had eased
me off enough that he was no trouble. In fact, he felt nice inside me, he
was either nervous or gentle but either would do me, I just pushed back
onto his slow thrusts and enjoyed the feel of his breath on my neck and his
warm belly in the small of my back. 'This is absolutely incredible,' he
whispered as I rolled onto my belly and he mounted me and got between my
legs as I splayed them.

'From the front next time,' I craned my head around hoping against hope. It
worked, I felt his sweet lips on my cheek and then finally made contact
with him as I craned my head around. It was a bit of a sloppy kiss but it
was a first and it would get better.

'You are so tight,' he chortled as he began to move faster and faster. Not
much of a romantic speech but nice to hear all the same. 'Christ,' he put
his forearms either side of me and went to town like he was doing
pressups. I could feel his hot length and girth stretch and pierce me time
after time until I knew he was about to cum. 'Andeeee...' he wailed and I
felt him jerk and his boy cock swell and begin to splash his semen deep
into my slick hole.

'Nice one, Sean,' I grunted and thust up hard as he stayed in deep
offloading his juices in ragged spurts and a couple of final pulses. I felt
warm, wet and sticky, he'd done well. 'Take it out gently and wipe it off
with that hand towel under the pillow.'  Yeah, I know mechanics are a right
pain in the arse but you gotta train 'em right especially first timers.

He did as he was told and as he did I pressed him back and glued my lips to
his. Now we'd see how he kissed. He took to it like a duck to water which
is always a bonus, some kids seem to thing shagging a pal's bum is OK but
kissing and a bit of affection is poofy. I like the foreplay and the
afterplay, a crash-bang-wallop isn't a lot of fun, that's what animals do.

'So?' I asked.

'Great, brilliant, wicked,' I saw his teeth and eyes gleam in the darkness
of the rapidly cooling bedroom. 'I suppose it's my turn now,' he didn't
sound totally enthusiastic but that was understandable.

'No panic,' I cuddled in close still running my hands up and down his now
slightly sweaty body. 'We've got all night lover boy.'

He chuckled and snuggled back into me. 'I like that... lover boy.' I felt
his hand on my very hard cock as he gently moved the loose skin up and
down. 'It's a bit gooey at the end.' His thumb experimentally ran over my
pee slit nearly causing me to pop.

'Leave it,' I muttered against all my natural instincts. 'Let's sleep,
tomorrow is another day.'

'Another shag,' he giggled just a bit too brightly for nearly one o'clock
in the morning but that's the way with kids say I from my vast experience
of fifteen years. He may have me again in the morning but the next time
would be a double header he wouldn't get away with it twice.

I think with the whiskey which was certainly a one off I slept like a log,
I seem to remember somewhere along the line Sean going to the bathroom and
when he got back into bed he felt like a bloody snowman. I suppose I really
woke up properly around daybreak which was about eight. The room was
freezing but we had stacks of bedding and Alex was glued to my back, I
could even feel his heartbeat along with his stiff noodle pressed against
me and his hot fluttery breath on my neck... lovely way to start a Monday
and a holiday. I gently detached myself and slipped from the bed making a
mad dash for the bathroom, it was freezing although the bathroom was an
oasis of warmth. If this weather kept up I'd be sleeping in the bath come
nightfall or maybe four to a bed might be nice.

I finished up in there and grabbed a bathrobe, I also risked a peep into
Peter's room but all I could see in the early light was two heads stuck
together like Siamese twins, very obviously heat sharing or whatever. I
quietly closed the door and did a runner back into my own room or Joe's
room I should say. A peer through the windows just about floored
me. Silence total and utter. White silence, the world was asleep or this
particular lump of it was. The road was unmarked, you couldn't even see our
tyre tracks from last night and the driveway was like Siberia or somewhere,
drifts up against the house and the hedges and they looked pretty
deep. Jeez, I guess out of town they'd have to helicopter food and supplies
into smaller villages and isolated farms. Mind you give it a couple of
hours and the place would be infested with kids having a ball.

I slipped back into bed but this time Sean got the chill treatment.

'You're freezing,' he squeaked like a little mouse.

'Aah, diddums,' I cuddled him feeling his hardness pressing against me and
as I warmed up I began to stiffen in sympathy. I had unfinished business
and he seemed sleep dopey enough to cooperate. 'Enjoy yourself last night?'

'Great,' he whispered and snuggled in pressing his hardness against
mine. 'What's the time?'

'Don't worry about it, nobody's gonna rush getting out of bed this
morning.'

'Bloody right,' he held me and gave a dramatic shiver. 'What happened to
the heating.'

'Pass.'  I pushed him away a little above his protestations and flattened
him in the bed dropping my head down onto his smooth gently rounded belly
savouring his warmth and his smoothness with my lips.

'That's nice,' he ruffled my hair and made gentle prodding motions up with
his hips, for a tyro he certainly knew what he wanted but I knew what I
wanted as well. I gave him a bit of a suck just to get him going and once
he was fully awake got my hands under him grasping and fondling his smooth
and soft bottom. He knew where we were going and seemed to just give
himself over to me. 'Don't hurt me,' he whispered and I saw a slight blush
on his face as he turned away presenting his soft and yet springy bottom
for my attentions.

I don't know if he was expecting me just to ram in and shag him but that
isn't the way certainly not for first time around. I kissed the back of his
neck and down his smooth back whilst he clutched the pillowmaking little
sounds of pleasure as I got lower. As I started to kiss and sloppily lick
his silken smooth butt he rolled onto his belly like a good little boy
should. I got between his legs and took long sloppy licks up and down his
crack gradually parting his legs until I could sense his pucker in front of
me. I could barely see beneath the bedding but I dived anyway.

'Aaaaah,' he bucked and giggled as I ate him out munching his tiny ring and
slobbering and probing with my wet tongue at his hole. 'You dirty bastard,'
his voice quavered but his heart wasn't in it, he was enjoying it and I
realised that as soon as I felt him pushing his bum up into my face. Now
for something completely different. I knew where the KY was and craftily
got some onto my one finger and after coating his ring which startled him a
little slipped inside him going for his boyish prostate. That was it. He
moaned, giggled and then moaned again as I massaged his spongey lump at the
same time coating him inside and with a stirring motion just easing his
sphincter muscle just enough. 'Go on, Andy. Do it,' he spoke in a quiet yet
firm voice.

'You sure?'

'I said - Do it,' he wriggled his sweet little bottom as I crouched between
his spread legs. 'If I tell you to stop you'd better.'

'No probs, lover,' I nuzzled the back of his neck and lowered my hips.

He flinched as my oiled erection slid between his smooth cheeks but that
was all, I felt my swollen and still leaking glans press against his
yielding ring and gently pushed. He gasped and clutched the pillow as I
pushed a little harder and entered his sweet warmth. That was it, no
moaning, no yelling just calm accentance as I buried most of my achingly
hard cock in him and then with a sigh glued myself to his back.

'Is that it,' his voice trembled.

'Not quite,' I slid in the remainder of my hardness feeling my groin press
against his soft bottom and then started to slowly move. I was amazed. From
his reaction I'd have assumed he was well used but both he and his brother
claimed he was a virgin and who was I to deny that. He was good though,
tight and after a little while willing. He pushed back onto me the more I
moved in and out and in the end he was pushing up onto me really hard.
Just before it was all over he'd raised himself into a half doggy position
and I grasped his penis in my oily hand and wanked him furiously as I
shagged.

'I'm gonna cum,' he moaned.

'Ditto,' I rammed and slid in and out of his tight little boy fanny until I
felt that heat and that surge. He grunted and then laughed as he felt my
splashes enter him and then he gave one long juddering splurt of his boy
spunk right down the centre of the bed and fell onto it as I bore into him
forcing him down onto his belly. 'Jeeez,' I gave a long contented sigh and
slowly worked in and out of his slippery gut.

'Whew,' he craned his head around with a grin. 'All over?'

'For the time being,' I gave him a sloppy kiss. 'You stink of cum.'

'Spunky Boi,' he laughed and rolled from under me and flopped onto his back
with his pearly spunk glistening on his narrow chest.

'That tastes nice,' I ducked my head and started to lick the mess from his
belly and sternum.

'That is filthy,' he giggled and ruffled my hair as I gave him a tongue
bathing and finished up licking and lapping at his now limp noodle. I know
it was filthy and depraved, I couldn't give a toss, I liked his smell and I
liked his taste... so what?

'About time we got organised and had a bath,' I suggested about fifteen
minutes later.

'Do we have to?'

'Afraid so,' I looked at him. 'At least it's warm in there.'

'It's getting there,' he chuckled and snuggled in gently handling my
flaccid penis. 'We could stay in bed.'

'Not forever,' I slipped from the side of the bed. 'I'll go and get it
going.'

'I was going to ask you...' he halted me in my tracks. 'What happens if the
other two come in or do we lock the door?'

'Well we don't lock the door,' I looked at him warm and snug in the messy
bed and cracked open the door to the bathroom. 'The bath's big enough for
four.' I left him with that thought and scurried into the warmth.

As the bath topped up I paddled about in it and it was big enough for that
finally losing patience I shot out and gave him a shout. It was a bit of a
drawn out struggle but he finally braved the cold and made it into the
bathroom. He did however look into the other bedroom and told me that they
were still dead to the world. Suited me fine, I didn't really fancy a gang
bang on a freezing cold Monday morning.

We had fun in the bath and kept the noise down so as not to awaken the
sleeping beauties. In fact, before we got out he coaxed me to kneel in the
bath with my arms resting on the flooring. Of course I protested but gave
way to his charms after about fifteen seconds and waited there for him to
make his move. He did a soapy one, washing my little hole well, then
fingering with some soap and then the climax. I felt his thick organ enter
me quite easily and he was away. This time he held my slippery hips and
just shagged on his knees which must have been sore but he got there again
and I got the second load of his sweet spunk into my gut. By my reckoning
he owed me one now, I was trying to keep tabs, we don't want the little
ones to get above themselves.

'Come on let's get rinsed and dried otherwise you'll have bigger fish to
fry in a manner of speaking.'

'Sod them,' he pulled a face. 'Brian hurt me last time he tried being a
macho man.'

'He knows better now,' I assured him. 'Anyway, if I get another chance
we'll do it swinging from the chandeliers.'

'What chandeliers?' Like a dummy he looked up at the strip light.

'Only joking, Petal,' I grinned and clambered from the bath.

'You know that 'other chance' you just mentioned...'

'Yeah.'

'Anytime,' he grinned. 'Like this afternoon maybe.'

'I'll put it in my diary,' I laughed as we swaddled outselves in our damp
bathrobes and made for the coldness of the bedroom. A lot of shivering and
shaking later we charged down to the kitchen and switched everything on
that was switchable. I searched fruitlessly for the central heating
controls as the whole house was absolutely frigid. In the end we got a log
fire going in the lounge. I knew Peter liked his old log fire and it made
sense to me, get one room warmed up at least. We didn't go out we just
satisfied ourselves with staring at the white disaster area outside. There
was at least life, some kids were running around chucking snowballs and
performing on makeshift sleds. Very Christmassy if you're into that sort of
thing. I was thinking about Sunny Spain and wondering what it was like
there at this time of year, not snowing surely.

'We gonna take them tea in bed?' Sean suggested and I agreed. By the time
we got up there they were in the bath both standing and both soaped up,
they sprang apart as we burst in with their mugs and pot of sugar. Sean
stood there shocked but not me, I'd seen it all before. Both of them were
sporting full blown hardons and I suspected they were just about to do
something when we arrived. I got the heating sorted out at least, Peter
told me it was probably the trips on one part of the box otherwise how come
the hot water...?  That made sense not that I knew a lot about it but he
also told me where to find the controls which was even handier.

By the time we were all sorted out and had a pretty greasy but hot
breakfast under the belts we'd had two phone calls from the boys parents
basically whining and Peter decided we'd better make some effort to go and
reassure them. The impression we got was that they thought they were going
to starve or something rather drastic. It wasn't that bad, there were the
larger style of car on the move and even a gritter had passed slinging salt
everywhere so at least the road itself to the village centre was
clear. Driveways; well they were our problem not the council's. Peter
thought quite reasonably that as the Grayson's car was out of action there
was no great rush to clear their drive and decided to leave them to it
although he promised to return and try and get their car going in the
afternoon.

The boys said that thay'd stay and help around the house but would return
for another sleepover provided their parents raised no objections. Sounded
good.

'So what we doing?' I asked Peter as we drove back home, all of six houses
I counted them this time.

'Nuts and bolts,' he replied. 'Get the booster charged up for Grayson's
car, get a stock of food in not forgetting it's Christmas weekend coming
up, checkout flights for Southern Spain for Wednesday week I think.'

I kept quiet, I didn't know how genuine his offer had been the other day, a
lot had happened since then.

'We need to get your passport organised and a release letter from your
parents as well,' he said as we parked the car, that, at least set my mind
at rest. 'You may as well give them a bell today and check out you're OK
here or if you want them home.'

'Sod 'em.'

'Nothing of the sort,' he snapped. 'Keep them sweet and they'll leave you
alone. Anyway, keep your Old Uncle Peter happy.'

How could I refuse?

We settled down indoors which was now a lot warmer and sat at the big table
in the lounge with a big pad and a calendar, I didn't realise Peter was
such a fuss pot but I suppose he had to be with a crew of five young men in
the house. He scribbled away at a large pad consulting the calendar every
now and then.

'Right. Today's Monday,' he started which cleared that up. 'You need to
sort out with your newsagent what you're doing.'

'What am I doing?'

'Working for me, I hope,' he smiled. Right, that was that one sorted out.

'Christmas Eve's Friday so I want all the shopping done by the previous
day... right.'

'Right, sir.'

'Christmas Day is a bugger all day unless you have any bright ideas, maybe
a courtesy call to your parent or even have your Christmas dinner with
them.'

'What are you doing?'

'Staying in bed until around lunchtime, watching the television for the
rest of the day and getting slowly drunk.'

'That sounds better than listening to drunken parents,' I grinned. 'Can I
stay.'

'If you stay you'd make me a very happy bunny,' he looked at me
seriously. 'A horny one as well.'

'Boxing Day, the Sunday,' he looked at me again. 'I'd like to swag Brian
and Sean for the afternoon and a sleepover. They should be OK as Boxing Day
is a traditional visiting day.' I just nodded, sounded good to me. 'I'd
like to invite Peng and his kid brother up just to make the numbers up.'

'Sorta gang bang,' I laughed.

'Gang bang party.'

'Excellent.' I had Peng's phone number somewhere in my jacket and if I
couldn't find it I could track him down at the pub where he was working. I
hoped they weren't open over the Christmas but I thought it unlikely, even
publicans need time off.

'The main thing I need you to get is your father or mother to sign,' Peter
slipped an official lump of paper from his briefcase and slid it across the
table. It was headed 'Anglo-Spanish Student Exchange' and was quite simply
permission for boys of under sixteen to travel under the auspices of the
Exchange and the exchage to be responsible for their well being and
behaviour.... complying with English and Spanish legislation and it went on
and on. 'Basically, it signs you over to us and any one of the named people
are assumed to be your temporary guardians.'

'I can see your name but Joe Rodriguez. I wouldn't trust Joe with a kid.'

'I've had no complaints,' Peter said mildly. 'Joe's got a brain, he doesn't
push unless he gets a bit of encouragement.'

'I'd better encourage him then,' I laughed. 'I wouldn't want our Joe boy to
stop pushing.'

'He doesn't need much encouragement believe me,' Peter laughed. Anyway, I'm
going to put this booster on charge for tomorrw and you can sort out a
couple of ready meals.'

'H'OK,' I'll look for Peng's number, ring home and do dinner,' I stood up
and neatly folder the paper for signing. 'What about this afternoon?'

'Jeez, you are a worry guts. Tell you what, after lunch we have a lie down
and do sex for the afternoon,' he grabbed me by the waist and planted a
gentle kiss on my lips.

'That sound's nice,' I returned the kiss feeling the hormones stir. This
was the life, I could get used to this but first some phone calls.

I phoned mum and dad and apart from seeming unaware that Christmas was less
than a week away they seemed totally unaware that I wan't in my room or out
on my paper round. The key word here was 'unaware', perhaps it should have
been befuddled. I asked them if they minded if I stayed with Joe (note I
didn't mention Peter) over the holiday and that I'd like to pop in and pick
up some things, I also didn't mention passport. Well, dad had a natter
first and then mum and neither seemed all that fussed about if I was
lingering in Horsham or sitting out on Planet Zog. All's well that ends
well I suppose, the next one and more difficult was Peng whose number I'd
fortunately found screwed up in my scruffy wallet, empty other than a fiver
and that reminded me that the paper shop owed me around a score.

I got lucky first time and had a whispered conversation with Peng, the
whispering was on his part by the way. It seemed he'd thoroughly enjoyed
himself and wanted more. Boxing Day was no problem as his people folowed
the traditional English bit which was the big eats, bit of a party and
loads to drink on the big day just to celebrate the birth of the boy child
Christ and please excuse the childish cynicism but really... Why should Our
Saviour want you to get pissed as parrots and start honking up all over the
place... beats me.

Peng was a little uncertain about his brother although he reckoned the tyke
who he called the monster might be interested. I did find out that the boy
was thirteen although under developed as Peng put it which didn't sound too
good.

'What does he mean by undeveloped?' Peter hissed, he was now eavedropping
by the way.

'What's he got... a tiny willy?' I asked Peng nothing like being up front.

'No, nothing of the sort,' Peng actually laughed. 'He is small in stature,
there is nothing wrong with his er... whatsit.'

'Great, I laughed.

'I shall tell him tonight and let you know tomorrow.'

'Will he be OK, you know, be game for a game sort of thing?'

'He never stops wanking and he's always in his room with his funny
friends,' Peng sounded a bit sour. 'He'll be OK I'm sure.'

A bit definite there, Pang knew something about his kid brother that we
didn't but sod it, the die was cast.

'Tell him we'll book a lunch down the pub tomorrow and sort out things.'

It turned out that Peng wasn't working over the week leading up to
Christmas but Peter was unconcerned. A quick invitation and we had a
luncheon appointment with Peng and the little brother from hell for one
thirty tomorrow... problem solved.

'So...' Peter looked at me with a smile. 'Lunch. The booster is on charge
and I'll leave it on all night, Sean and Brian are coming up after their
dinner....'

'Are they,' I laughed. 'You don't waste any time.'

'True,' Peter grinned. 'We swopping partners tonight?'

'Let them choose,' I suggested. I was easy either way, in fact, I'd have
been quite happy with Peter and myself but he obviously he had an itch.

'Fair enough. I'll drop you off at your home tomorrow and you can get
sorted and we'll meet Peng and little brother for lunch. How does that
sound.'

'Busy, busy,' I grinned. ''Let's eat and...'

'Make love.'

'Yeah,' he did his slow smile. 'Sounds good.'

About this time of year, the Christmas time the television isn't as dire as
usual. The TV people seem to pull their arses together when the kids are on
holiday and loads of decent or half decent films surface. We finished up
watching some American thing for an hour and eating our microwaved (again)
meal and went to bed. Sean and Brian weren't expected until about eight so
we had the afternoon and early evening to ourselves. Curiously enough I was
tired anyway but as they say... no rest for the wicked.

'Right,' Peter grabbed me as soon as we entered his room, as his arms
encircled me we fell onto the bed lips sealed to lips. I could feel from
the hardness at his groin that he was ready for action and I was glad, I
was just a bit in the mood myself. Not really randy you understand but just
ready for a naked tumble with a bit of good loving at the end of it all. We
didn't mess around dawdling with the disrobing, the central heating was
battling with the cold and we were soon in the bed and huddled up in a heat
conservation programme that had nothing to do with staving off global
warming and everything to do with exploring each other's bodies. I felt his
hot cock slip between my legs and I clamped on it hanging on to his well
muscled bum. This was the life I thought as his breath tickled my face and
he made slow and sensual movements between my legs.

'How'd you get on with Brian last night,' I whispered clamping harder on
his moving hardness.

'No probs, very nice boy. You and Sean?'

'No probs,' I grinned.

'Good,' he rolled on top of me and I knew what was coming. As he continued
to move between my legs I parted then and raising them offered
myself... tra la la, the stuffed chicken mode. 'Rough and ready, slow and
smooth?'

'Yeah,' I grinned up as he knelt up searching for his faithful tube of
lube. I didn't think I wanted it and told him just to go for it with a bit
of spit. He'd enjoy it more without the slip and slide and I told him so, I
may as well work my passage to Spain. He did the dribbly bit and smeared
saliva onto his glans and entered me carefully and slowly but I still
gasped as his big knob opened me up and his thick sausage began to fill my
gut. He was a good lover though and I suppose it all comes from years of
shagging under age boys. Once he started to move in and out I held him and
stroked his pumping buns as he moved effortlessly in my slick honey
pot... aah, sod it, boy cunt sounds earthier.

'Joe's going to love you,' he remarked staring into my eyes as he flahanded
either side of my torso and slipped in and out more or less connected to me
only by his slippery meat and the odd touch of his lips.

'And what do you get out of it?'

'Maybe a little Spanish boy for a delayed Christmas present,' he chuckled
and moved a little faster,

'Is that what I am, a little Christmas present for Joe?' The thought had
come from nowhere and I didn't really mind, I was a free agent I had no
ties to any of them.

'Not really,' he stopped moving and stirred his big cock in my
body. 'You're my little Christmas present not his... but like kids we swop
pressies.'

'Don't forget to pass the Spanish kid on,' I laughed and pressed my legs
onto his back like he was a horse. 'Giddyup.'

This time he was going for it and he started to dive in hard and fast. My
mind was a mass of conflicting emotions to get all psycho babbly about it,
I actually liked him in me and I liked the others doing me as well, the
problem was that I liked shagging them as well so what did that make me? I
didn't know, it wasn't the time for deep thoughts and I gave up,
surrendering to the moment as the phrase goes. Hot cock and spurty,
spurty. I lay back and idly wondered what it would be like to have a baby
as I felt his hot slime pump into me time and again and then him slow and
stop. If I wanted to get pregnant that one should have done it. I giggled
at the thought of walking around with a seven month bun in the oven.

'What's up?'

'Nothing,' I grinned at him and clamped my anal muscle first milking him
and then expelling him. 'Thinking dirty thoughts.'

'Good, keep them going,' he smiled and lay alongside me. 'You're still the
best.'

'Thank you, kind sir,' I snuggle up to his slightly sweaty body. Yeah, I'd
enjoyed that, sad prat that I am.

After a snooze and a wallow in his huge bath it was back to getting
organised again, we'd got confirmation that the boys would be coming over
after dinner. We also had a second invitation to dine with them. Should be
fun, the last one was a hoot... not.

I was thinking as we messed around in the bath. A week of duckin' and
divin' with the randy brothers, a quiet Christmas Day and a rather
disorganised Boxing Day with the brothers again but with the addition of
Peng and his kid brother and then the flight out to Southern Spain... all
very interesting and exciting. My horizons were being broadened in a manner
of speaking and life was getting exciting. I suppose the letdown came after
the New Year when I was back to school but for the moment enjoy.



							THE END
       							for    now



Boxing Day: I was told that Americans don't celebrate Boxing Day which is
26th December but we do. I suppose as Christmas Day is a family day Boxing
Day is more a day for partying, sports on the television and visiting also
a day for polishing off all the food that gets left laying
around. Furthermore, it is also officially St Stephen's Day (I think).

I might have to let this one lie fallow for a bit as I'm up to my eyeballs
with work but it will carry on sooner or later.

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