Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2003 13:28:40 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: The Visitor

Warning: This is a story of teenage love and sex between young males.

The characters are ficticious, the story never happened, no one got hurt in
the writing. My people don't wear protection when they do the dirty
..... YOU SHOULD.

If you are underage in your geographical area you should read no further.
I REPEAT, THIS IS A STORY OF TEENAGE MALE/MALE SEX.
m/t (22 + 16)

Comments, feedback to:   GCutter66@aol.com


THE VISITOR

by


Gary Cutter


'So, you're something of a burglar,' I laughed as the kneeling youth's head
jerked around in surprise and his lower jaw dropped.

'Shit.'

'That's original,' I waved my replica pistol in his general direction and
he flinched.

'That's not real.'

'Are you a gambler?' I spoke calmly and tried to look laid back which was
more than I felt. If he decided to call my bluff I was in trouble, then
again I could always wack him with the thing. He remained kneeling and
stared at me and from the look in his eyes I decided he wasn't going to
call anyone's bluff.

I don't normally go out partying but this Friday I'd made an exception, I'd
taxied home around 2 a.m. to find the front door ajar and imediately
expected the worst.  For some obscure reason I had a replica handgun in the
kitchen and I'd slipped in and grabbed this before investigating. I'd got
lucky, there could have been two or three of them turning the place over
and I could have been in deep shit.

I waved the pistol upwards motioning for him to stand up which he did with
a rather hangdog expression on his smooth face. I realised he was only a
kid and a seriously hot one at that.

He was very dark skinned, almost a halfcast, he seemed to have traces of
the Mediterranean in him although there was a vague slant to his eyes that
indicated that he should be wearing glasses or that he had a pinch of the
Far East in his background. Anyway, he was as tall as me which was around 5
feet eleven and he was very cute. He didn't look too happy but then again
neither would I with a semi drunk householder waving a pistol about. His
thick lips quivered and his eyes were moving all the time, he was looking
for an out.

'I'm a good shot,' I broke the uncomfortable silence. 'I could wing you
dead easy.'

'Bluff.' The kid sneered but stopped looking around and concentrated on me.
At a rough guess I could take him, I was heavier than he was and he did
look undernourished, I wondered if he was on drugs or was living rough his
clothes certainly weren't as clean as they should be, in fact, they were
pretty grotty.

I suppose I'd better explain myself. I'm only twenty two but I'd found out
at school that I had a gift for art, that is drawing, colouring and
eventually comic style stuff. Having good guidance from a teacher who liked
my stuff I'd got work and then more work. The end result was when I made
contact with an American company who took me on, gave me steady work and
paid me well. The breakthrough came when I discovered manga and hentai and
branched off with private work and commissions ... more money in the
kitty. Shortly after I made twenty one I'd rented my own house in suburbia
and was even thinking of buying. Of course I forgot to mention that I was
gay but that was a hobby. I must admit I usually put money before sex and
that was why I was a loner, I loved my art, was quite fond of my goldfish
and was a bit suspicious of human beings but that might be about to change.

Anyway, back to my good looking but rather grubby captive.

'I'd better call the Police, I suppose.' I looked at the kid liking him
more by the minute and tried to look sad.  Trying to broadcast an 'I don't
want to do it but I must ', sorta thing.

'No ..... please,' the kid's voice quavered and he seemed on the verge of
crying. 'I'll tidy the place up, I'll do what you want.'

'Really,' I grinned, the ghost of an idea bubbling under. 'Sorry, pal, I
don't want to but people like you are a fuckin' menace,'

'Look, Mister,' the Old Bill are after me already. 'I'll go down for this
one.'

'OK, tidy up, I'll think on it,' I waved the gun again. 'No promises.'

'Alright, alright,' he babbled and threw himself into the task shoving my
stuff back where it should be and generally doing what I wanted. I was
getting some good flashes as he moved around bending down an picking stuff
up, his manky t-shirt was a shorty and I got enough glimpses of the coffee
coloured skin on his back to get me going, I could feel myself harden and
adjusted myself when he wasn't looking. I even got a glimpse of 'builders
cleft' as he bobbed up and down.

'That'll do.'

'OK,' he held his hands up a bit like a soldier surrendering.

'Sit.'

He sat on the edge of an armchair and looked up at me expectantly as if to
say where do we go from here.

'Name?'

'Billy ..... Billy Fraser.'

'OK, Billy. Age?'

'Eighteen.'

'Piss off,' I laughed at the obvious lie. 'More like sixteen.'

'Nearly seventeen,' he mumbled.

'Well, Billy, we've got to do something with you,' I tried to look like I
was thinking things over but I'd made my decision, it just depended how
frightened of me he was and to put it bluntly how big he was on
morals. 'It's the Police, I think.......'

'No,' he shouted. 'You promised.'

'I didn't promise anything, kid.' I motioned him back into his seat as he
looked like he was going to leap at me and take his chances with the
supposed weapon I was was pointing at him. 'Be fair, Billy. What the hell
am I going to do with you?'

'Don't turn me in,' he pleaded, he was almost in tears.

'Take your trainers and socks off.'

'What?' he looked at me as if I was mad.

'Then you can't run and I can put this gun down before it goes off.' I
continued the bluff for the time being. 'Then we can go in the kitchen have
a cup of something and maybe a bite to eat.'  I looked at him long and
hard. 'Then you can plead mitigating circumstances and we'll see if we can
do a deal.'

He looked at the floor for a little while and then without another word
tugged his trainers off and then peeled his socks off. Got to mention that
boy's feet and socks really niffed, God knows when he'd last seen soapy
water.

'Kitchen's that way,' I waved the gun again and he moved in total silence,
he could have been embarassed at the smell, I would have been.

I sat him down at the small table and made coffee him a coffee which he'd
asked for, he seemed a lot more relaxed probably realising the pressure was
off, I stuck the gun in the front pocket of my cargoes which looked a bit
theatrical but I couldn't leave it on the kitchen table, could I?

'You hungry,' I stood over him as he sipped at his mug.

'Starving,' he gave me a little boy lost look.

'I haven't got a lot in but I can knock you up a couple of sandwiches for
now.'

'Yeah, great.' The faintest of smiles flashed across his face so swiftly I
might have imagined it.

I got the makings and made up a couple of heavy duty rounds of ham and
pickle which was about all I had in the fridge all the while keeping a wary
eye on my reluctant guest but he didn't make a move, perhaps running down
the street in his bare feet didn't appeal. I slid the plate across the
table and lounged back on the door frame and watched.

Jesus, this kid eat like a wolf. He was through two Kingsmill Extra Thick
with ham and pickle in about two minutes flat. He finally had the grace to
sit back in his seat and carry on with his coffee.

'Were you hungry?' I had to ask.

'Haven't eaten for two days,' he looked at me as if seeing me for the first
time. 'You could shoot your nuts off with that thing,' his eyes dropped to
the supposed lethal weapon tucking into my pocket.

'That'd be a shame,' I laughed, the tension was getting to me and I was
tired. I glanced at the kitchen clock an it was reading three o'clock, way
past my bedtime. Luckily with my sort of job I work when I feel like it or
more properly when the creative juices flow, at the moment the only juices
flowing were the ones down around the groin.

'So, what do you want to know,' he looked at me warily. 'Your mitigating
thingy,' he gave a little sneer.

'I wanna know how you finished up here and now, the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.'

'Just like in Court?'

'You got it, kid.' I sat down at the table opposite him but I was still
between him and the door.

'I ran away from home about three weeks ago, I had a bit of dosh but I got
mugged and I finished up begging.' He stopped and looked at me and sipped
his cooling coffee.

'Another coffee?'

'Yeah ..... please.'

'Talk on, pal,' I stood to make his coffee as I figured he might talk a
little easier if I wasn't staring across a table at him.

'I got shittier. hungrier and got to do a bit of thieving..............'

'And finished up here?'

'Yeah.'

'Why are you so scared of the Police, then?'

'I've probably left fingerprints all over the place and I expect me Mum's
reported me missing.'

'As far as your Mum goes I think you're home and dry after you're sixteen,
if you are, that is,' I added. 'You should phone her anyway, she's probably
worried sick.'

'Maybe,' he stared at his cup as I returned to my seat. 'He's not though.'

'Who's that then, your Dad?'

'Yeah, he just as good threw me out when she wasn't there. He's probably
got his story in and I'm dead.' he looked at me bitterly. 'He's a bastard,
he tried to give me a good hiding but I was too fast for him.'

'What brought this all about then.'

'Can't tell you,' he gazed at his coffee stubbornly refusing to look at me.

'Get it off your chest,' I was genuinely interested in helping out now
although we were still in the prisoner and gaoler scenario.

'You're a bit of a poof, aintcha?'  He looked up briefly and then dropped
his eyes to his cup again.

Christ, what had brought this about. I didn't act feminine, I didn't mince,
I hadn't come onto him.  Where the hell was he coming from, I hadn't broken
into his bloody house.

'I don't mind being called a gay or even homosexual but I resent little
picks like you calling me a poof,' I might have reddened up as I was
rapidly falling out of my pram. Little shit calling me names. 'Anyway, you
can keep calling me a poof as long as I can call you a fuckin' thief,
alright!'

'Sorry.' Surprisingly he really did sound sorry.

'How'd you know?'

'I saw some of your drawings before you came in,' he looked up at me and
actually grinned for the first time. 'Lotsa kids with big dicks.'

'It's a living,' I replied almost defensively.

'Whatever.' A pretty stock teenage answer when the conversation gets boring
or too intense for them.

'Anyway,' I tried to bring the questioning back on line. 'Why did your Dad
throw you out?'

'I can't tell you,' he looked up briefly yet again and flushed. 'It's
private,' he was on the verge of blubbing once more.

I felt a surge of pity but here and now I wanted an answer.

'Listen, Bill.' I tried to talk to him like a more adult person. 'I want to
help you but I'm not going to if you stole from your parents, or you're
selling drugs or even using drugs.'

'Alright, alright,' he almost shouted and then looked directly at me. 'He
caught me and my mate with no clothes on.'

'Doing the dirty?' I felt like a youth counsellor.

'Nah,' he frowned and then grinned sheepishly. 'We was just playing around
..... er, playing with each others whatsits.'

'Nothing poofy then?'

This time he really flushed, I mean he went as red as his brown skin would
allow, he looked like a good looking but annoyed beetroot if you can
imagine that.

'Bollocks,' he mumbled another stock teenage reply.

'Ah dear, where do we go from here, Bill?'

'I dunno.'

'I could put you up for a couple of days but there'd be some conditions.'

'What conditions.' This time I'd certainly got his attention.

'You phone up your Mother tomorrow to let her know you're alright is the
first one.'

'And?'

'You can be my gopher whilst you're here, you got to pay your way a bit.'

'What's a gopher?' He looked at me like I was making and indecent
suggestion.

'Go for this and go for that, a messenger boy, a tea maker, whatever.'

'OK.'

'Third and most important condition.'

'What's that?' He was beginning to look worried again.

'You have a bath, right now, before bed ..... you stink like a ferret.'

'Thanks for that,' he scowled and then smiled. 'I haven't had a bath since
I left home,' he announced rather proudly.

'Shows,' I laughed. 'We gotta deal or what?'

'OK.

'Good,' I stretched back in my chair. 'Now's a good time to see if you can
make coffee. Two sugars for me please and not too strong.'

He hesitated for a second and then grinned. 'Yessir, what do I call you?'

'Paul.'

'Right, Paul. Two sugars it is,' he stood up and turned to the kitchen
counter, we were in business.

I'd taken a gamble but I had a feeling in my bones that under the grot and
teenage toughy there was a decent boy trying to get out. The news about he
and his friend was a bonus, of course at his age it didn't mean he was gay
or anything but it broke the ice so to speak. The point was that I was a
loner getting lonely perhaps it was time to try a little companionship at
the very worse he'd try to rob me, or even worse than that turn down what I
had in mind.

He made two mugs and after plonking one in front of me sat opposite
again. He looked at me over the rim of his cup and smiled, a really
beautiful smile. 'I quite liked your drawings and stuff,' he grinned. 'Bit
big some of them though.'

'Artists licence.'

'Hmm,' he grinned again. 'Do you use models?'

'Might use my gopher,' I laughed, I could read him like a book, he was
fishing.  'I've got to ask you a question and please don't get the hump.'

'Go on,' he replied cautiously.

'Where do you get your looks from .... your colouring.' Now it was my turn
to be embarassed.

'Oh,' he grinned. 'That one's easy. My Mum's a Fillipino, my Dad's an
English arsehole.'

'Ah, gotcha. Sorry I asked but you are beautiful you know.'

'You ain't too bad yourself, Paul.'

'Really,' I grinned inanely, perhaps it was my lucky night after all.

'Really,' he replied mockingly.

'Anyway, scruffo, the one thing non negotiable is that you will have a bath
and dump all that gear so that I can sling it in the washer.'

'What do I wear,' he looked at me with the biggest shit eating grin I'd
ever seen. 'Can't walk around naked can I?'

'I have got a spare bathrobe.'

'Well that's better than nothing.'

'Your call,' I said. 'But you are overdue to put it mildly.'

'Got to thank you,' he came out of the blue. 'I won't thieve from you, I
won't let you down. You've got me out of a lot of deep shit, Paul.' He
looked at me without a smile or any other expression for that matter. I
believed he was telling the truth, I was happy.

'Thanks for that, Bill.'

'That guns a dummy, innit?'

'Yeah,' I fished it out of my cargoes and slid it across the table.

'Thought it was,' he pulled the trigger and got a metallic click. 'It's a
good one though.'

'Did the job.'

'Only for two minutes,' he looked at me with his lovely smile again. 'I
sussed it out but then again I wasn't one hundred percent sure.'

'Coffees done, conversation's over.'

'What's that mean?'

'Bathtime for Billy and then bedtime for Billy.'

'Oh right. Where am I sleeping?' This was the crunch question and I decided
to play it cool or perhaps I was being a coward.

'You can use the spare bedroom or you can sleep in with me.' I held my
breath.

'I get a choice?'

'You do.'

'We'll sort it out after the bath,' he looked at me with a slight smile on
his face. He was winding me up, he was well and truly tantalising me and he
knew it.

'Let's go.' He'd finished his coffee, I'd finished mine, it was nearly four
o'clock in the morning and I was totally bombed out, I was fuckin'
exhausted. From his face I suspected he felt pretty much the same.

I led him out of the kitchen leaving the gun on the table and took him
upstairs where I had a bathroom and toilet, a master bedroom, a smaller one
and a boxroom which I used for storing my paints and papers.

After showing him into the bathroom I told him to sort out his bath and be
sure to sling all his clothing out of the door and I'd put it in the
machine. Apart from getting him back to being clean it would stop him doing
a runner ..... I was still hedging my bets although I had a pretty good
feeling that things were going to turn out well.

'Alright, Boss,' he looked at me with a hint of a laugh. 'Do I get to bath
myself or do you want to watch?'

'I'm not pushing you, Bill.' I tried to sound sincere but I was so bloody
tired. 'I might come in and wash you're back if you leave the door open.'

'How's about the front,' he glanced at me with a little smirk.

'Get in there and sling that filthy kit out kid or I'll be waving the gun
around again.'

'I thought you were,' he glanced down at my crotch and I realised I was
sporting an erection and it was showing.

'Go on, have your bath,' I retreated and shut the door on him and waited
for his kit to come out. It suddenly struck me that I had a serious case of
lust, maybe even love. I was as hard as a scaffold pole and desperately
wanted to see my guest in the raw. I wanted to use and abuse him and I
wanted him to do the same to me, I just prayed that he didn't have a little
boy's willy because I did favour two way, I believed in any partnership
both should get satisfaction, I didn't really favour the scene where a rent
boy lies there like a dead fish and lets you do the dirty and then departs
with his dosh, with me it's got to be two souls having a good session, if
the session goes into days or even weeks and months so much the better.

With Bill I felt that I was on the verge of great things, I didn't know if
he was genuinely gay or if he was just going through a phase and I was
still pondering these deep thoughts when his t-shirt came through the door
closely followed by a pair of rank jeans and the filthiest pair of boxers I
had ever seen. The door was closed but my flapping ears didn't hear the
bolt click.

First things first, I shot downstairs collected his trainers and socks and
threw the lot into the corner of the kitchen, the washup could wait, I had
more important things in mind.

Back upstairs I knocked turned the knob on the bathroom door and pushed, it
was unlocked.

'Can I come in?' I spoke through the crack.

'You're the Boss.' The reply was muffled and I could hear the splash of the
bathwater. Christ knows what he was doing, it sounded like he was doing
laps.

'Maybe,' I controlled myself. 'May I come in.'

'Yeah.' The call was clear and decisive, no doubt there at all.  I felt
like a vampire on a good night. I'd been invited in by the occupier, I
could suck blood until I was sated but it wasn't quite blood I was after.

I slipped into the steamy room to be confronted by a vision, Bill was
standing in the bath soaping himself up and he had his back turned. I
nearly passed out at the sight of his cute bubble butt with it's soapy
water gleam and sudsy water running down his back as he squeezed a sponge
over his shoulders and the water running down his flawless skin and
disappeared into his cleft.

'Gimme the sponge,' I croaked and gently ran just one finger over the
delicate curve of his buttock.

He passed the sponge back without turning and stood still and silent as I
took over and slowly washed down from his shoulders, onto the small of his
back and then soaped his actual bottom.

'You're getting me going, Paul.' Bill's voice was thick as I worked up his
hairless legs making no effort to intrude into his private places, apart
from gliding the soapy sponge over his buns I made no effort to enter
between his tight brown skinned cheeks for now, I wanted to see the main
attraction.

'Turn around, Bill,' my voice still came out as a croak.

'It's embarassing.'

'Turn around, kid. I've seen it all before.'

'I'll bet,' Bill chuckled and slowly turned himself to face me.

'Gawd, what a sight. He wasn't hard but his long uncircumcised brown cock
hung heavy and meaty. It must have been a good six inches soft but
extended. God knows what it wouild look like stiff and ready for action.

'You like?'  Bill grinned down at me, he'd certainly recovered his form, he
actually looked like a stroppy teenager instead of a scared burglar.

'Very much,' I didn't muck about, I cupped his heavy ballbag and jiggled
his nuts. His sac was hairless as he was generally, he had this small patch
above his penis but that and a small amount in each pit was it, a real
smoothy beauty.

'Hold it,' Bill groaned as I massaged his scrotum and his cock started to
harden and even thicken.

I did. I could feel his warm meat stiffen even more and as I slowly
massaged his burgeoning erection it gradually came to full stretch. The
remnant of foreskin retracted and the shiny dark red glans slid clear as
his love tool became a solid and vibrant fleshy rod in my grasp.

'I hope you're not taking up the spare bed offer,' I looked up and
grinned. 'We could finish off what your Dad walked in on.'

'Suits me,' Bill grinned now feeling fully at home, he gave a few little
thrusts with his hips and his dick got even harder.

'Excellent,' I ducked my head and gave his slippery head a swift
kiss. 'I'll let you finish up.'

'Aw, Paul,' he whinged but I gave another grin and left him to it. Let him
cook a bit, he'd enjoy it all the more in bed and he wasn't the only one
with a raging hardon.

I went into my bedroom and flapped about, no top lights just the bedside
one on which was very subdued, some KY under the pillow, off with the kit
and I was ready. I had the hardest hardon in the world needing attention
and I was hoping Bill was going to provide it.

Knock. Knock.

'Can I come in?' Bill peered aroud the door, his face split in a broad grin
as he saw me standing by the bed naked with my penis jutting ready for some
action.

'Yeah,' I sat on the bed and patted alongside me.

He sat down so close I could feel the heat and the dampness from his body,
I felt it even more as I put my arm around his shoulder and we fell onto
our backs.

'Do you kiss your victims or just fuck 'em?' he whispered throatily.

My next move left no doubts there, we turned to face each other and I
hungrily kissed him and he returned it, we were grinding our erections
together and I could feel the slide of precum as we both heated up. I
slipped my tongue against his full lips and he opened his mouth. A long
breathless minute later we parted slightly and grinned at each other like a
pair of naughty boys.

I wanna make love to you and then I want you to do the same,' I gave him a
swift kiss on the nose.

'Sounds good, he grinned but then he became serious. 'I've never gone this
far before.'

'You don't have to.' I must have been mad, I was actually serious.

'I want to,' he avoided my eyes. 'But I dont know how to.'

'I'll show you.'

'Don't hurt me then.' We did a shuffle until we lay upon the bed properly
and he lay there looking at me with his big dick bribbling precum onto his
smooth belly, he was ready.

'Tell me to stop if you can't handle it, Bill.'

''What do I do, lay on me tummy, legs in the air, a doggy,' he smiled again
although I could swear he was blushing. 'See, I've read about it.'

'Just go with the flow, Bill.' I ducked my head and took his dribbling
boyhood in my mouth, I said it was six inches soft, it must have hardened
out at seven or even seven plus, it was a love stick any kid would be proud
of.

'Jeez, that's so good,' Bill's hands lay lightly on my head and he gently
fucked into my mouth, he tasted delicious.

I slid a hand between his legs and he parted them as I spread my fingers
giving him the message.

'Lift your knees up Bill,' I whispered.

'Orrite,' he mumbled nervously although still keeping the soft pressure on
my head.

He lifted his parted legs his knees going back to his chest exposing his
dark brown ring, he looked a bit like a chicken ready for stuffing which I
suppose he was.

I grabbed the KY from under the pillow and uncapped. The last time I'd seen
a kid in this position was about three months previously, I'd been paying
for it and he was useless ... better luck this time.

'Tell me to stop if you want.' I kissed his tight hairless ballbag, his
nuts were like small plums, he was seriously big in the genitalia
department and he was all mine.

'Oooh,' he warbled as I slid a lotion covered finger over his pucker
pressing gently dead centre. 'That's cold.'

'You ready for this, Bill?'

'Go on,' he croaked.

A bit more KY, a further smear and a nuzzle at his nuts and push.

'Aaaah,' he sorta gasped and clamped his buns as I slowly slipped one
finger through his gateway. He was so bloody tight and hot. He wriggled
about but made no attempt to expel my finger which he could have done quite
easily. He actually relaxed and then giggled when I knuckled out. 'Feels
funny,' he looked down between his knees and gave me a strained smile.

'Try this then,' I gently moved my finger to and fro and located the soft
lump of his prostate.

'Jeez,' he yelped and wriggled a bit more.

'Steady, I soothed him.

'No it's alright, press on.' The giggle once more.

I did. I began to slowly finger fuck him combining a circular motion into
the in and out, he didn't know it but I was relaxing his muscle ready for
bigger things.

Moments later I slid my finger out and looked up at him.

'Alright?'

'Was that it?' he looked disappointed.

'Not quite.'

Just out of his sight I smeared a little more KY onto his pucker and tried
for two.

'Aaah,' he yelped this time as I sank two fingers into his bottom and as he
relaxed again I pushed them right in and started to massage his prostate
and finger fuck, opening him up even more.

'Oooh, that's good,' he wriggled on the intrusion, his meat had grown even
bigger and was now oozing a steady stream of precum onto his belly which
was running down into his navel.

I looked up at him and he looked down at me with his grin back online.

'Fuck me, Paul.'

'You need a bit more of this,' I continued to work my fingers in and out.

'No I don't,' he wriggled his cute little ass and forced my fingers
out. 'Fuck me now, Paul,' he repeated and grabbed his knees tugging them
back. 'Do me, I want it.'

What could I say.

I knelt up on the bed, my thighs pressing against his and smeared my
leaking glans across his shiny ring.

'Go on.' He was watching me like a hawk.

'Alright,' I bent down and kissed him full on the lips and slowly and
gently pushed inwards.

'Aaaah,' he groaned into my mouth as I felt the head of my cock slip into
an incredible warmth and tightness. I pushed even more until I would have
thought I was half in and half out.

'You OK.' I broke the kiss.

'Just about,' he smiled up at me and wriggled a little on my meat.  'Feel
like I've got a log up me bum.'

'You ready for this,' I started to move in and out very slowly savouring
the beautiful young animal impaled on my rampant penis, this wouldn't take
long, I started to move faster and dig deeper.

'All the way,' Bill grabbed my hips and pulled me in pushing up at the same
time.

It was my turn to gasp with pleasure as I felt my complete shaft sheathed
in his warm living flesh.

'Go for it,' Bill gently played with his own slick hardness and closed his
eyes. 'Gimme babies.'

That was it.  I started to move faster and harder my hips driving my now
aching cock deep into his soul.

It was the fuck of a lifetime, he started to moan continuously and even
encourage me.

'Harder, Paul, harder.' He pushed up onto my thrusts.

It was over too soon.

I felt the surge of heat start in the base of my cock and jets of what
seemed to be steam heated semen race up my pulsating meat and splash and
splatter into my lovely boy.

'Aaah, I'm coming,' Bill yelled as his own huge weapon sprayed thick,
pearly spunk up onto his belly and chest. 'Oh, my God,' he wailed and kept
coming. I've never seen anything like it, he came like a tap as I grunted
and thrust filling him with my own juices until I could feel them spill
from his tight little tunnel and coat my ballsac.

'Jeez, that was a good one,' he smiled tiredly as I slowly slipped my
softening cock from his hole releasing a flood of come onto his ass cheeks
and down onto his back. 'Was I alright?' His legs straightened out as I lay
on him, belly to belly glued together by his puddles of cum.

'Fantastic,' I smiled at him and gently kissed. I was abso-fucking-lutely
knackered.

'Can we get in the bed. I'm shagged,' he asked innocently.

I didn't comment. I knew he was shagged, I'd done the shagging but I didn't
want to point out the obvious.

'Let's sleep,' I pulled the bedclothes back and we managed to get in and
snuggle, I turned the bedside light off and we both lay in the dark
enjoying the warmth and the company.

'Can we do it again,' he asked like a little boy who'd done something
exciting and dangerous.

'Mmmm,' I turned onto my side away from him and felt his warmth against my
back as he moved in and the heat from his groin as his soft package pressed
against my bum. 'In the morning.'

'Really,' I heard his soft laugh and felt his warm breath on my neck.

'Your turn, now sleep,' I pushed back onto his softness. Softness? I could
feel it nudging between my cheeks, the brat was getting harder.

I thought about the replica down in the kitchen. Who needed a toy gun? I
had a toyboy.


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