Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2009 21:53:18 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: AN INKHEART INTERLUDE

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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AN INKHEART INTERLUDE



by



G. Cutter




Mo and Meggie withrew to their room for the night leaving Dustfinger and
Farid at their room door. Dustfinger entered cautiously followed by the
Arabian boy now in his western dress but carrying his native clothing in a
bag.

'It is like a palace,' he gazed around the room as the man closed the door
and released Gwin, the bright eyed marten scampered around sniffing here
and there. Farid smiled down at the small animal and he was sure Gwin
smiled back. Farid opened a door and found a bedroom with only one big bed
he noted. He opened another door and gasped. A huge bath, a toilet and a
bidet and the final treat, a full length mirror facing the door. He preened
himself watching his reflection until Dustfinger tapped him on the
shoulder.

'Don't be so vain, boy,' Dustfinger growled although his lips curled in
what passed for one of his rare smiles. 'At least you can wash off the
desert dust in that,' he nodded at the huge bath. 'And probably learn to
swim,' he added.

Farid looked at the bath again, it was big and the thought of wallowing in
warm water was very appealing. 'Meggie says we are laying low. What does
she mean?'

'She means that we are in hiding and Silvertongue or Mo as you know him has
decided on this place.'

'Why.'

'It is expensive and there is a Carabinere Station across the
square. Capricorn's scum will check the smaller pensiones but will not
check this one. To the best of their knowledge we are bankrupt.'

'Mmm... that is good?' Farad grinned and stroked Gwin's silken fur as the
beast ran up his leg and back.

'Depends how you look at it,' Dustfinger shrugged. 'We need to rest and
gain our strength. The longer we stay here the further afield they will
look and in the end maybe decide we have returned south.'

'Good,' Farid nodded. 'I have a lot to think about.'

'About your old life, your own world?

'Yes, my desert world.'

Full of thieves, magic princes, cruel sultans, genies in bottles and sand.'

'There are also kind people and friends my own age,' Farid snapped wiping a
tear from the corner of his eye.

'Sorry,' Dustfinger allowed. 'My world is also a world of magic but also my
beautiful wife and children. I miss them very much, I must return and
Silvertongue is the key.'

'I am sorry too,' Farid lay his hand on Dustfingers arm. 'When do we eat.'

Dustfinger gave that half smile again, the moment had passed and Farid was
a boy... boys get hungry.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Mo identified
himself. Dustfinger opened up and Mo came in followed by his daughter,
Meggie who smiled brightly at Farid, Farid returned the smile. He liked Meg
who to be sure wasn't a boy but at least near his age. He had noted her
curious looks when he'd worn his baggy pantaloons and belly baring waitcoat
and knew what she liked. She liked half naked boys or at least she liked
looking at them but was too young to appreciate that fact. He knew that if
she was a street urchin on his own world she would have been his by now but
this was a very different world.

'I have told the hotelier that we shall be here for two nights and depart
around midday on Wednesday,' Mo told them. 'I have also informed them that
we require all meals to be served in this room and complete privacy,' he
blushed a little. 'I told him that I am writing a screenplay and that you
are my team, Farid and Meg are my children.'

'Farid is a raghead,' Dustfinger scowled. 'He hardly looks like your son.'

'The Italian coast has irt's share of mixed marriages,' Mo replied
blithely. 'When he has a haircut he will look no different to any well
sunburned Italian port boy.'

'A street Arab,' Meg giggled. Farid was puzzled, were they mocking him and
what was a 'street Arab' and a 'raghead', they didn't sound very
complimentary.

'Mmmm...' he wandered to the window for Mo to promptly bound over and draw
the curtains.

'Don't be overconfident, Farid. We are safe here as long as we remain out
of sight. Anyway, clear the table... dinner will be arriving shortly.'

They settled down and Dustfinger actually removed the long trenchcoat he
habitually wore. To avoid any panic amongst the staff they locked Gwin in
the bathroom and Dustfinger promised the beast to release him when the meal
was served. He could go out and have a run around the rooftops later but
not just now.

Two of the hotel staff served the dinner at the large table and it was a
good meal with even wine for the 'children'.  Farid felt a glow, he'd drunk
fermented juice on his own world but nothing as sharp and as strong as
this, towards the end he was praying for the meal to end but it went
on. Even after the table was cleared away Dustfinger and Mo discussed their
plan of attack on Capricorn's villiage something that had to be done but
something Farid dreaded. Then again he owed these people for his rescue
from the evil Capricorn and his Black Jackets who he suspected would have
fed him to the wild aminals they'd imprisoned or even raped him. He may
have been a young man on this world but he was versed in the ways of evil
and evil men. He also knew he was good looking and natural prey for older
and and the more depraved of men.

As he chatted to Meg and they sat by the fire he told her of his world and
his adventures but all the time his eyes were drawn to the lanky and rather
scruffy Dustfinger. He would look a different man with a good bath and he
wasn't that old. God, he had that stirring at his loins, the same one he
got when he was alone with one of his dusky skinned young friends and he
knew where that had often ed.

'Are you listening, Farid?' Meg pouted. 'Father says he can return you to
your world when this is all over.'

'And what if I wish to stay here?'

'Then that is your option,' Meg giggled. 'You really can become my
brother.'

'There you go then,' Farid laughed. His options were truly open but there
was a major battle to be fought first and he had two nights in this room,
two nights alone with Dustfinger.

The conversation faltered and then Meg produced a pack of cards and started
to instruct Farid in the good old children's game of 'snap'. He liked it,
it was quick, noisy and fun. The two older men sat in the gloom and talked
on, quite a family scene but all moments like this come to an end.

'How many beds have you in your er... apartment, your room?' Farid
whispered.

'It's a room,' Meg looked into the fire. 'We have two. Why?'

'We only have one.'

'No matter, you'll have to share.'

'Only if he bathes,' Farid nodded Dustfinger's way. 'He looks and smells
like a tramp.'

'I'll tell him you said that,' Meg giggled. 'I thought he smelled of
marten.'

'I can live with that.'

'He likes you,' Meg observed as Gwin appeared at Farid's right shoulder,
nuzzled at the boy's overlong black hair and then licked his ear. The
marten looked at the girl with it's bright eyes and she could have sworn it
winked. It rerurned to licking Farid's ear until the boy started to
giggle. 'Begone, enchanted beasty,' he wriggled his thin shoulders and Gwin
promptly jumped into his lap nestling right on top of his boyhood. 'He's
trying to keep you warm,' the girl remarked with a slight grin.

'He's doing well... I shall give him a bath later.' That was it. Gwin dug
his claws in and leapt for the floor, Farid was sure the animal could
understand human talk. Why not, Dustfinger understood marten talk. Shortly
after that Silvertongue or Mo and his daughter departed for their own room
promising to return at nine in the morning for breakfast.

'Meg appears to like you,' Dustfinger pulled his chair neared the fire and
after removing his tattered footwear roasted his feet encased in holey
socks.

'I like her,' Farid grimaced at the smell from his companion for the
night. Outdoors he probably wouldn't have noticed but in a hot room it was
too much.

'Don't get too close,' Dustfinger warned. 'Mo is blind but I move around
with young people in my travels and I know what they get upto.'

'I don't know what you mean.'

'Yes you do,' Dustfinger grinned and this time it was a proper grin maybe
distorted by his facial scars but a grin all the same. 'Don't worry, I wont
tell.'

'There's nothing to tell,' Farid snapped rather upset that apert from being
a marten speaker Dustfinger seemed to be able to read his mind. He had been
imagining Meg with her undeveloped breasts and fuzzy slit slipping into the
warm water right next door whilst he lay naked in his own bath stroking his
long brown cock.

'Bathtime for children,' Dustfinger finally spoke. 'Way past your bedtime,
young man.'

'I am fourteen or fifteen, not all that young,' Farid objected. 'I may even
be sixteen.'

'Fifteen looks good on you,' Dustfinger looked at the boy curled up at his
feet. 'You can have the bed, I shall crash on the sofa.'

'What's wrong with the bed?'

'It is not proper for a man to sleep with a boy, especially strangers,'
Dustfinger scratched his stubble. 'Have you no morals on your world.'

'Yes,' Farid replied. 'But not silly ones. We are companions and brothers
in arms not strangers... and it is a big bed... and very conmfortable.'

'You're tempting me,' Dustfinger grinned his crooked grin again.

'But you must bathe first.'

'You sound like my wife...' The man broke off and dropped his head in his
hands. 'Leave me Bathe or bed, your choice.'

I shall bathe,' Farid declared firmly. And go to bed. You must bathe and
bed, you have been told to rest and build your strength for what comes.' He
stood and picked up his bag on his way to the bathroom. 'Do what Mo
says... please.'

'I shall,' Dustfinger muttered.

Farid enjoyed the bath. He'd never had the luxury on his own world, he and
his clan bathed and in the wide and ancient rivers of their world and
amongst the bullrushes. The only time one or the other may have a proper
bath or the alternative, a body oiling was if they were taken by a noble or
rich merchant for a night of pleasure. Farid had been with older men in his
past but he much preferred the soft and supple bodies of his younger
friends. The exquisite sensation of taking one of his young companions
between dark skinned buns was the ultimate. Maybe the squirming and little
moans of a smaller boy beneath him an especial bonus. As he soaped and
played with himself he wondered what the rangy and disheveled Dustfinger
was like under his much travelled clothing and sour exterior. A clothed man
and a naked man, now there were two totally different animals. By the time
he arose from the bath he was sporting a good erection, a lusty need and a
dribbling cock.

He had two choices as he clearly couldn't masturbate in a bed with
Dustfinger. That was to have a quick hand job here and now or to save
himself and hope to get lucky over the course of the night, he opted for
the latter hoping to get lucky. He dried off and willed his member to
relax, then donning his briefs and thin cotton pantaloons he stepped back
into the room to find Dustfinger dozing by the fire with Gwin in his lap.

'I have emptied the bath and rinsed it out,' he touched Dustfinger's
shoulder gently. The man's eyes shot open and fixed on Farid.

'I thought Mo told you to dump that stuff.'

'It is comfortable and reminds me of home.'

'Yes,' Dustfinger smiled sadly. 'We all need our memories,' he tickled Gwin
between the ears. He also casually studied the slender Arabian boy standing
before him. Quite beautiful even if he was a boy. Slender or lithe and a
pleasing light brown, more of a caramel colouring really. The boy had a
fine face and if his lips were on a girl Dustfinger would have been in
love.

'You're staring,' Farid smiled patting himself under the arms with his
towel. Dustfinger looked at the little tufts of black hair in the boy's
armpits, he must have a healthy pubic bush as well, he thought.

'I'm sorry and yes, I shall bathe and join you in bed.' Dustfinger arose as
if he had made a decision. Farid grinned, he knew exactly what decision the
man had taken. It may not have involved sex but once in a bed together who
knew what would happen. At least Dustfinger wouldn't smell.

'See you in a while,' Farid whispered and made for the bedroom surprisingly
followed by Gwin. 'What are you, a damn spy?' The beasty chittered away and
jumped onto the bed giving his answer. Nothing was going on around here
without him knowing about it. Farid thought about things for a while and
then realised he was contemplating seduction. It wouldn't be his first time
but Dustfinger or Dusty as he privately thought him was something
different. Vunerable, sad and sly, most of all sly. He didn't need to
understimate the older man. He lay on top of the bed in his Arabian
clothing aware to to anyone with the slightest inclinations towards boys he
was a gift. He parted his embroidered waistcoat exposing his gently rounded
brown belly and his darker brown nipples and waited.

Dustfinger was in the bath, the first one he'd had for ages. When you are
on the road living off your wits cleanliness came well after food and the
search for copies of 'Inkheart'. All the same, he was a man and had needs
as other men and he was well aware that Farid the beautiful Arab boy was
playing a game. He smiled his crooked smile as he lathered across his chest
and then stood massaging his penis and soaping his balls. Yes, that dusky
skinned darling was asking for it. As he soaped and his seven inches of man
meat arose he thought of plunging it into the boy's mouth and then between
those sweet buttocks. He had the funiest of feelings that the boy wouldn't
object in the slightest. Farid was also far from his home world and those
he loved, the boy needed cuddling, a bit of comfort and maybe more.

Dustfinger had remained faithful to the memory odf his wife and children
and knew with absolute certainty that he would return home but when would
that be. For the next two nights he had Farid. He grinned again and ran the
shower attachment rinsing off the soap and grime of his travels. Fun wasn't
a word in his language but maybe just for one night. Farid looked a little
girly anyway, perhaps his boy fanny needed a man. Gwin chittered from the
chair as if blessing the coming endeavour.

The man continued to rinse himself until all the soap was gone and then
more. Totally refreshed with a good meal under his belt, clean and with a
boy to share his bed, he was ready.

Farid looked up as Dustfinger entered the bedroom, the long haired blond
had shaved nicking himself a couple of times and his wet hair hung lank but
he looked a new man years younger. He looked down at Farid sprawled out on
the bed and spoke. 'You aren't sleeping in that gear are you?'

'No,' Farid felt his face heat, This was the moment, he knew then and there
that Dustfinger was going to make a move on him, lust was in the air. Farid
removed his waistcoat and sat on the edge of the bed. 'Which side do you
want.'

'Topside,' Dustfinger actually laughed. The first time Farid had heard the
man do such a thing but he also dropped his towel and lay in the centre of
the bed totally naked with his big cock straining up on his belly. Farid
gulped and then laughed. He hurriedly tore off his pantaloons and silken
briefs and then naked himself jumped onto the bed with his brown cock
swinging and straight into Dustfingers welcoming embrace.

The two melded together stroking each other's bodies and rolling around
both delighted that they had got what they wanted.  . The first kisses were
on the neck and shoulders but then the jaw and finally on the lips.

'Aaaaaah...' Farid squirmed under the passionate embrace. Dustfinger's
rigid cock and hard belly pressed into him squashing his own penis and the
man slowly moved up and down working the two erections as one. Farid
giggled as he felt the smear and then the easing as precum puddled between
them. He didn't know the last time Dustfinger had indulged in sex but the
man was on top line. His fully extended seven inches of man meat was oozing
copious amounts of juice making their squirming all the more
pleasurable. 'Do you want me, Dusty?'

'Yes, Farid... more than anything,' Dustfinger reached under the writhing
boy crushing the soft brown globes of flesh in his hands as he pulled Farid
in even closer.

'Doggy first,' Farid giggled. 'Then another way later.' The Arab managed to
turn around in Dustfinger's arms and pushed his bottom onto the hot and
oozing weapon pressed against his back. Another move and he was on his
knees and then Dustfinger was arranging him on all fours with his legs
parted.

Farid squealed when he felt Dustfingers mouth at his crack and then the
licking and lapping began. Dustfinger spread Farid's tight little buttocks
and his tongue plundered into the crack sucking and munching at the dark
brown pucker facing him. Farid dropped his head and his long hair fell over
his eyes, his own penis was fully hard and he dragged a pillow down to rest
his head. The first one would be quick and maybe a little painful but the
second one would last longer. 'Do me, do me,' he growled wriggling his
sweet bottom on Dustfinger's flickering tongue.

Dustfinger couldn't have been versed in the ways of boy sex as he didn't
finger, probe or ease Farid at all he just placed his swollen glans at the
Arab boy's tautly stretched pucker and slowly pushed. It wasn't as bad as
it could have been, the flood of precum was the saving grace and as his
bulging knob stretched Farid's ring and entered the warm inner the Arab
boy's head dropped as he moaned and bit the pillow but Dustfinger was
inside him and moving. Farid sighed. The initial entry had hurt but now it
was inside him it was easier and the next bout would be easier
still. Dustfinger's hands ran up and down the boy's smooth torso as he
fucked sinking deeper and deeper into tight flesh and now Farid was pushing
back onto his advances. The boy was tight and warm but mercifully also
slick with precum and as Farid clamped and eased at each thrust Dustfinger
realised that the boy was well versed in the ways of man sex.

'Yes, go, go, go,' Farid pushed back hard taking the remainderof
Dustfinger's shaft in one go. Dustfinger ground into the boy and then
forcing him down onto the bed began to hammer into the sweet and soft flesh
beneath. Farid moaned into his pillow but also savoured the hot stiffness
in his gut. Dustfinger must have been his biggest to date but it was nice
and he loved it as the slippery meat moved in and out and began to increase
speed, Dustfinger was about to climax for the first time in many months.

'Farid, Farid,' Dustfinger dug away at the sweet honeypot spreading Farid's
skinny legs ever further apart and made one final and mighty lunger into
Farid's bruised pucker.

'Oooooooh, oooooooh ...' Farid squirmed and wriggled as he felt Dustfingers
big cock seem to swell and then exploded a geyser of man spunk deep into
his bottom. The climax seemed to go one forever and Farid giggled as he
felt his belly full and even the mess betweeen his buttocks. Dustfinger
even slipped free and squeezed his organ so that his final droplets fell on
Farid's smooth bottom.

'That was so nice. Thank you Farid,' Dustfinger massaged his cum into
Farid's buns in love with the firm bouncy flesh and the smell of raw
sex. He'd needed that so much and he had the boy for the remainder of the
night and even the next one. 'Turn over.'

'I'm messy,' Farid giggled.

'You haven't cum?'

'No. Nearly, but not yet,' Farid craned his head to look over his shoulder.

'Turn over then,' Dustfinger chuckled and rolled the boy onto his
back. Farid for a fifteen year old or thereabouts was respectably built
Dustfinger noted. A long and healthy penis darker brown than his body and
at full stretch glued to the boy's belly with belly sweat and
precum. Dustfinger knew he had to have the boy again but there are certain
dues to be paid. And, so what? They were in private and neither of them
were going to blab. He ducked his head and took his first lick of teeny boy
cum. Farid moaned and held Dustfinger's long hair as the man's busy tongue
cleaned him up seeming to take extra pleasure at lapping his tight balls
before actually licking the twitching shaft. 'You like that?' Dustfinger
whispered.

'Oh yes, yes...' Farid gasped as he felt a finger lift his hardness and
then warm and wet suction sank over his glans and shaft. Dustfinger was
sucking his organ and there was only one end to that. He gently pumped
upwards as Dustfinger held his sticky buns and bobbed his head up and
down. Farid moaned his pleasure as he felt his balls rise tight and the
heat begin. It started in the base of his scrotum and tore up his shaft
finally exploding in Dustfinger's mouth . The man gagged and choked
swallowing Farid's young seed and then slurped the following youthful
blasts until the boy lay limp and exhausted on the bed.

'Good boy,' Dustfinger kissed Farid's smooth belly and slipped up alongside
his heavily breathing partner, one final bout of lazy kisses and they dozed
off both still outside and on top of the bed.

The candles flickered and wind rattled the shutters as Farid came to full
conciousness, where he wasn't sticky he was crusty and slipped from the bed
quietly tottering to the bathroom.  There was no sign of Gwin and Farid
wondered if the marten had watched the performance on the bed. He shrugged,
why worry, the beast wouldn't be telling tales. He laughed as he did his
business and experienced his first game with a bidet, a very useful
bathroom item he decided. Refreshed and feeling still wide awake he looked
at hmself in the full length mirror and then turned and bent over to look
between his legs. He looked fine, a little red maybe but undamaged... even
ready for more. Spotting some handcream on the shelf which had probably
been left by a previous guest he opened it and sniffed. Squeezing some out
he smeared it between his fingers. Perfect. He applied some between his
cheeks rubbing it in until he felt his pucker smooth and pliable and then
he returned to the bedroom. He wanted more.

Dustfinger was laying on his back still fully naked with his big turgid
cock laying up on his belly and snoring gently. Without any ado Farid
spread some of the lotion the length of Dustfinger's warm cock and grasped
it in a normal wanking grip moving his hand up and down until he felt the
mighty mass slippery and coming to full bloom.

'You're asking for it,' Dustfinger mumbled sleepily as his cock twitched
and began to assume full rigidity. Farid jiggled the man's balls feeling
the weight and the fluid within.

'I know,' he giggled and stared into Dustfingers grey eyes. 'I'm ready,' he
fell on his back as Dustfinger rose above him and just in case the man
didn't know what to do Farid raised his knees to his chest exposing his
oiled and welcoming hole. 'Come on, Dusty.'

Dustfinger nodded and kneeling moved his swollen knob back to it's target
centred and pushed in. Farid bit his lip and shut his eyes as he felt the
now familiar lump slip into his eager boy fanny... this could be a long
night. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck dragging him down for a
kiss and then his skinny legs wrapped around Dustfinger's waist. Once again
they were as one joined in lonliness, need and a little love.



						THE END


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