Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 13:31:02 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: SKINS SKINNED

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.  The
author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of
Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff
and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of boys, youth and young men and once again they are
FICTIONAL. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

I HAVE TO STATE THAT THIS STORY TAKES PLACE ON MY ALTERNATIVE WORLD OF
'CUTTERLAND'.  THEREFORE THE CHARACTERS, INSTITUTIONS AND ACTIONS DON'T
EXIST AND NEVER HAPPENED.  MY APOLOGIES TO ANY FANS WHO TAKE OFFENCE AND
FINALLY A BIG THANK YOU TO 'DAVE' WHO PUT ME ONTO 'SKINS'... Channel E4
Monday evenings.

Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY
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SKINS SKINNED



by



G. Cutter



I got from the taxi and checked my watch again, I was running late or I
would be if I dawdled. I had an very important appointment and it would not
do to be late. In fact, I was pretty sure if I was I could be fucked off
out of it before I got a foot in the door. I was a young Londoner in
Manchester and I was beginning to loose it. The rush to the station down in
London, the express train up, the taxi driver who seemed to speak a foreign
language and now a massive hotel with enough uniformed flunkeys to man a
bloody battleship.

'Room 203?' I stood at the reception giving my watch another quick peep.

'Mr. Peter Renzo?'

'Yeah,' I answered with some relief.

'You have a card, Mr. Renzo?'

I passed my card over, this thing had been sent to me and I'd been warned
to have it available when I arrived at the hotel. A bloody good job I
hadn't mislaid or lost it. I knew that these people were stars but be fair,
minor stars not top of the range. Anyway, I suppose I'd better lay the
background for this little tale before everyone starts to get as lost as I
was feeling right then.

You know my name which is Peter Renzo. My age? Sixteen. Looks? Well, my
family was Italian but I was born in London and therefore was English or
British by birth. Naturally enough I was oliive skinned with thick dark
hair and a bit of a dish if I say so myself. A lot of the girlies chased me
at school but I had a different bent to be blunt which will become apparent
as my little masterpiece progresses.  Occupation? Student at Collingdale
Central Comprehensive in North London. I was part of the team that produced
the school magazine on a monthly basis and bear in mind CCC was one of the
largest comps in the country, well over a thousand pupils and our monthly
magazine sold well to the peasantry.  I wasn't high enough on the pyramid
to be management as our tippy top people called themselves but I was graded
as an 'investigative journalist' which meant I toured the schools
interviewing the sporty types, the nerdy types and now and then, the
thugs. I got on OK, everyone liked to see their name or affiliation in
print the Collindale Cutters, the Ainsley ASBOs or even The Hope Steeet
Boys.

Now, listen up foreigners. 'Skins' is a British or more selectively an
English youth soap, the most recent in an honourable line which includes
Grange Hill and Hollyoaks. The difference with Skins was that it was
'darker' I suppose. A slightly schizo lead (Nick Hoult), a not so hidden
gay boy (Mitch Hewer) a mixed up Asian kid and assorted odds and sods, both
male and female. The storyline was good and it had gained a hell of a
following amongst youngsters. Handsome leads, complicated plots, the f-word
being used liberally, binge boozing and drugs... the kids loved it. Check
it out on your favourite search engine or Wikki it.

Our Editor in Chief (another grandiose title), a female student of massive
intellect (or so she hinted) had contacted the production company, the main
fan club and had by the grace of God managed to click with one of the
stars, Nick Hoult. I've got to say that if you think that is a bit of a
stretch, they had a vague family connection... alright? Nick had arranged
an interview with Mitch Hewer and a day out in Manchester for our
designated interviewer. The odd proviso he had attached was that Mitch
wouldn't talk to a female so the person sent had to be a male. That was no
surprise as Mitch played a gay in the programme and over half the viewers
assumed he probably was gay for real. Let's face it after Jamie Bell did
the ballet movie all the gays were convinced he was 'adaptable' at the very
least. Anyway, guess who got offered the job... moi!

I don't think they knew for sure I was gay but I didn't have a girlfriend
and I was known to be broadminded and that was enough. I had the paperwork,
a small amount of spending money and the brief to get a good interview and
some backing or die in the attempt. The hard bit was getting the 'rents
permission to overnight in Manchester but after I patiently explained that
I was sixteen after all, they relented. I was over the moon, Manchester was
the home ground for 'As Queer as Folk' and supposedly had a awesome gay
scene, I was raring to go. Freedom, a day and a night in Manchester and an
interview with Mitch Hewer, my hero, what more could I ask for.

'The lift, second floor, Mr Renzo. You will be met.' The receptionist
brought me back to earth with a bang. I'd been standing there in a daze
daydreaming my life away. From here on in I needed to be on the ball. I did
represent the rather unoriginally named 'CCC Monthly' produced for pupils
of all grades but mainly for the rare ones who could struggle through
English language.

'OK, thanks,' I mumbled my bit and went over to the lift. I was bloody
shaking and I'm the sixteen year old who'd done interviews with the
toughest gangs in our school and here I was trembling at the thought of
interviewing a nineteen year old who was barely famous. Well, he was famous
and popular and that would grow I expect but for now he was down with the
one off child actors you get popping up now and then. Nick Hoult was a star
but not a 'big' star and I wondered why he had offloaded the interview to
the lesser character, the rather tasty Mitchell Hewer.

As the door opened onto the second floor there was a huge West Indian to
greet me and check out my paperwork, this was worse than trying to get a
visa for the US but after a quiick riffle through my papers he escorted me
to Room 203, rapped on the door and fingured the keypad. As the door opened
he just whispered one word. 'Enjoy.'

As I entered the room Mitchell Hewer stood and I saw him in the flesh for
the first time. I nearly did my drama queen bit and fainted, he was better
than all his pictures and he gave me that sexy grin, the slightly 'come and
get it' grin he used to such effect on the small screen.

'Peter?' he sprang across and shook my hand as I admitted to the
name. 'Drink?' he glanced at the clock and relieved me of my briefcase and
plonked me down at a small table by the window balcony. It was warm enough
for the tall windows to be ajar and the slight breeze cooled me both
physically and mentally. 'Lager, beer?'

'Whatever,' I croaked. God, the red hot journalist was tongue tied. Maybe
the presence of young male beauty but I'd best not put that one down in
writing. He was wearing white cargoes, you know the baggy things with all
the pockets like a junior soldier. As I said, they were baggy but very
tight acros the bum and crotch. As he dived into the cooler I could even
see the outline of his briefs in the damn things. They were nice, I'd l'd
look cool in a pair of them.

'Fosters?' He waggled a can at me and produced a glass.

'Thank you... er, Mitch.'

'Yeah, don't call me Maxxie or I'll throw a wobbler,' he grinned pouring
some of the amber fluid into the glass then handing both the glass and the
half full can across.  Maxxie was his screen name for those who don't know,
'Peter. So nice to meetcha.'

''Me too,' I raised my glass in a toast and grinned inanely. I was
beginning to realise that I had no idea how to continue or even start the
interview. I was besotted, I'd gone down like a poleaxed bull, I was a dead
man walking. Dontcha just love school mag journalists full of cliches. His
light blue shirt was open to the waist displaying a gold chain and the
smoothest of smooth chests. Muscular as well but being a dancer he would
be, I nearly blacked out at the thought of those well developed leg muscles
gripping me as we made love... Hey, slow down there I'me beginning to
dream.

'I thought we could have a chat and relax, have our lunch up here and you
can ask your questions later... OK?'

'Fine,' I croaked.

'So, you're sixteen and a Staff Reporter, it says here,' he waggled a
letter at me. 'Peter Renzo, tall dark and handsome,' he grinned.

'Don't gay me,' I smiled back beginning to feel my feet and quoting one of
Nick's lines at him.

He laughed and stretched his legs. 'Gay works well as a verb, dontcha
think?'

'Well, it's different.'

'The series is different, it works on various levels and switches views
from one of the main characters to the other.'

'I know, my sister is a fan.'

'But not you,' he pouted. 'Very diisappointing.'

'I watch for the action more than the plots, I think you, Nick Hoult and
the Paki are fine actors. You're a pleasure to watch.'

'What do you think about the gay aspect?' Now there was a leading question
and I recalled that I was supposed to be conducting the interview not him.

'No probs with me. Most people I know sorta admire your character or
strength of character. OK, so you're over the top a bit but it is a show
and teenagers do go over the top.' I burbled away feeling a lot more
relaxed now.

'Wicked,' he grinned flicking his overlong blonde hair from his eyes. 'You
handle the sex alright? The gay sex I mean.'

'Why not?' I laughed.

'We'll have a good interview,' he grinned and stood and I felt my eyes
drawn to his crotch, definitely bulky and I wondered if he was going to
make a move on me. I wouldn't have cared as he was clearly in the driving
seat and I was beginning to think I was a very junior partner in this
particular combo. So, he was three years older than I was but he had
experience far in advance of mine of that I was very sure. 'First off,
lunch,' he looked at me and smiled. 'A light lunch, we're both slim and
trim and best kept that way.'

'That's for sure.'

'Take your jacket off, make yourself at home. Bathroom through there,' he
pointed to a door. 'You brought a digital with you.'

'Yeah,' I croaked thanking one of the small gods that I had.

'I might let you take some snappies for your private collection later on,'
he grinned and walked over to the phone.

I sat there silent. I really couldn't believe what he'd just said. I knew
perfectly well he tended to say outrageous things in his role but...

'Only joking,' he laughed over his shoulder. 'Don't get excited.' It was a
bloody good job he was nattering on the phone as I had got excited alright,
I could feel Peter Junior perking and it was just as well I had pretty
baggy tousers on and briefs under to keep everthing under control not that
I'd been expecting anything like this. 'I have a folder you might like to
browse through,' he handed me a red folder from the table and sat down
again and applied himself to his drink. 'Lunch in fifteen.'

'Oh, where are we going?' I was bemused, things were happening too fast and
I couldn't make my mind up if he was taking the piss or just trying to make
me feel uncomfortable. He certainly had my mind runing around like a
headless chicken which isn't one of the best images but I do like to mangle
a good metaphor, my readers loved 'em.

'Here, silly boy,' he laughed happily and nodded at the folder. 'Read,
Peter.'

I got into it and it was his CV more or less, a breakdown of the programme
and then three pages of questions and answers most of which I have to admit
were on my shopping list. I flicked through it and at the back was a wadge
of A3 size glossies of himself mainly; facials, torso shots and even some
in shorts. I noted that he had fine blonde hair on his shins but a darker
blonde treasure trail leading upto his navel. In one you even got a flash
of pubics. and they were definitely brown rather than blonde, he must
bleach or tint his hair.  All the same they were very adventurous and
enough to have the girls back at CCC wetting their skanky knickers.

'Not much point in doing an interview,' I sniffed. 'I like the pictures,' I
dished out a mile. The main reason for me being here seemed to have
disappeared.

'Well, Peter,' he stood over me and smiled down and I could feel his sex
drive virtually pulsing from him in waves. I know it sounds extreme and
well over the top but it did. This kid or young man broadcast sex and if
I'd have been a bit older I'd have had him on the floor and be tearing at
his white cargoes in no time flat. 'Nick and I are taking you out later so
we can find something relaxing to do this afternoon... yeah?'

'Upto you,' I croaked and felt myself heat up in a blush. What a prat, he
hadn't said anything out of order and here I was thinking all sorts and
most revolved around sex, he couldn't be that hard up that he needed to
drag a sixteen year old all the way from London.

'Good,' he smiled and to my horror stood directly in front of me with his
bulky crotch inches from my face,. He ran a finger up my cheek and I nearly
croaked on the spot. How bold could this guy get? I'd been there less than
an hour and he was actually stroking me... to make it worse my semi had
gone to a full. I could feel my erection painfully trapped in my tight
briefs. He stared at me and spoke very quietly. 'I lead, you follow,
right?'

'Right,' I croaked and nearly shit a bloody brick as there was a knock on
the door and room service announced itself.

'Lunch, excellent,' he grinned and wandered over tot the door. He knew that
he had me under his thumb, he was the master and I was the slave. He had me
sussed out for what I was and he seemed to delighted in the knowledge and
power he had. As we common lot say, he had me by the bollocks.

A young guy came in complete with trolley and laid out lunch which was a
very simple prawn cocktail starters followed by a chicken salad with a
chilled sweet to follow. Very simple and all cold so no need to rush and
not a calory in sight.

'Thank you, Ron,' Mitch smiled at the waiter as he departed. 'Very nice,'
he grinned at me. 'We had a get together a couple of days ago.'

'You're trying to shock me,' I smiled tightly. 'I read that you fancy Ron
Weasley in the Potter films.'

'I hope I didn't say I fancy him,' he giggled. 'I do, but you have to be
careful what you say... I prefer his proper name, Rupert, anyway, what
about you?'

'I don't care about his name,' I finally got my jacket off and sat there in
my school jumper. 'I think he's nice all the same, I prefer him to the
Potterman.'

'Good, we're opening up a bit now. Rupert's eleven months older than I am
just as a bit of trivia.'

'Yeah, makes him twenty,' I smiled demonstrating I did my homework and went
for one of the starters as he sat down opposite me at the small table. 'Do
you have much to do with Nick Hoult outside of the studio?'

'It's all in the pack,' he nodded to the folder which had finished up on
the huge bed. 'But yes, we're very good friends. Do you like him.'

'Dishy,' I grinned albeit a bit nervously but he just grinned back.

'Big boy,' he spoke softly. 'Very big and as you say, dishy with it.'

Conversation lapsed as we got into our food properly and I wondered when he
was going to make a move on me. I knew he was, I was convinced he was but
when? As we got into the sweets and started to speak again the phone rang
and he excused himself. I got one half of the conversation and what I heard
got me even more wobbly.

'Hi, Mitch here..... Hello..... Yes, he's here..... Sixteen and very nice
(I got a flashed smile with that one)..... tall, dark and a toughy, just my
cuppa meat.... Yeah, I think so, I know so,' he grinned and looked at me
again..... See you around five.' He put the phone down and returned to the
table.

'What do you think so and then know so?' I asked. Well, I had to. You can't
listen to a one sided conversartion about yourself without being
inquisitive. I'm only human after all and I might come across as a scaredy
cat schooly I'm not.

'I thought when we started chatting that you were willing to play, I'm
almost certain now.'  He spoke quite calmly and looked me straight in they
eyes.  He had a piercing gaze and I had to remind myself that here was a
kid or a young man who knew what he was doing. I also had to remind myself
that he was also an actor and in my view a very good one. The point was,
what was acting and what wasn't? 'Do you want to do stuff this afternoon,
Peter?' His eyes dropped, so he wasn't that certain after all, so much for
the control freak.

'Yeah,' I grinned at him and then laughed. 'How could I go back to school
without shagging the famous Maxxie.'

'Right,' he laughed out loud. 'And how could I send you back to London
without sampling your firm schoolboy body.'

'Yeah, right,' I did a bit of a blush again but I was eager to get on with
it now I'd callled his bluff (I think). What had to be said had been and
now it was all systems go. 'Who was that by the way?'

'Nick, he'll be around about five.'

Jeez...' I moaned. It was all too much for a white woman as one of my gay
oppos in school was fond of saying.

We finished our light lunch and he stood up and quite happily pushed the
trolleyload of messed up plates out of the door, mumbled something to his
tame Hulk and shut the door clicking the safebolt. 'All done, just we two.'

'Yeah,' I croaked and felt my face go hot again. What now?

'You know the best way to get things going with a complete stranger in a
situation like this?'

'I've got a feeling you're going to tell me.'

'Yeah,' he giggled. He sat back and studied me quite openly and real cool,
he knew exactly what he wanted and he was going to have it... the it being
me. I was happy and still slightly in shock but happy all the same. He had
made a remark about him leading and me following and I was happy with that
as well. I was a regular Mr Happy.. 'The best way to chill and get to know
each other is to share a shower or bath. No secrets, nothing hidden.'

'I suppose,' I started to shake again. I couldn't believe this was
happening to me and it had all happened so fast. 'Do you get many boy fans
in here?'

'A very select few,' he grinned and stood, reaching out he took my hand and
pulled me to my feet. 'You game, Petey boy?'

'Yeah,' I choked on the word. He was tough and I mean physically tough, as
a reporter I should have spotted it straight away. He was nineteen and his
arms were all muscle. no wimp this one and I began to get a bit nervous, in
the show he came across as a boy but he was a young man and I was locked in
a hotel room with him.

'Don't be frightened,' he whispered and I closed my eyes as I felt his arms
go around me and out bodies met still standing and in the centre of the
room. 'We'll have fun,' he whispered and I felt the touch of his warm lips
on my face. 'Kiss me.'

'Mitch,' I squarked like a demented canary but his lips were on mine and I
surrendered to the moment (I love that phrase). God I'd died and gone to
heaven, I felt his tongue flicker at my lips and I opened up to admit his
slippery tongue into my mouth and we stood there trading spit and pressing
against each other. He was hard and I could feel it pressing against mine
as we swayed making the first kiss a marathon. When we broke we were both
red faced and breathless.

'Wow,' he grinned that special grin and looked at me holding my hips. 'I
think we clicked.' He pulled me in again and this time his hands dropped to
my flanks and I felt his squeeze my rump as his breath tickled my
neck. 'Nice.'

'Gotta tell you something. Mitch.'

'Say it,' he drew his head back and stared at me with the slightest of
smiles as he rubbed his crotch against mine. 'Say your bit, Pete.'

'I'm not a girl... you do things to me, I do them back.'

He laughed and pulled me in tightly again and kissed the side of my
mouth. 'Is that a funny way of saying you're AC/DC, versatile sorta thing?'

'Yeah,' I said defiantly hoping I'd understood him right but to make my
point I clasped his tight bottom and squeezed his firm cheeks. All muscle
as a dancer's bum should be and to my relief he grinned.

'Excellent,' he stood back and took my hand. 'I love someone who goes both
ways,' he reached out and nearly gave me a heart attack as he took a firm
grip of my package and squeezed. 'Let's get naked,' he cackled like an evil
witch and dragged me to the bathroom.

It was huge, the bathroom that was (don't get in front of the story) and he
pointed out that it was shared by two rooms, the second one was mine for
the night but he suggested we'd probably only need the one. The undressing
was a laugh, we were like kids at the swimming baths both taking our time
and both peeping but when he finally started to top the bath up with a load
of foam I studied him in all his glory. A beautifully trim body, all the
abs, pecs and whatnots in the right places. He was hairier below than I'd
expected and it was a darker blonde than his head hair, he probably used a
rinse. No matter, hair I could handle the thing that worried me was his
dick, it was bloody huge, well, mansized at least. A good six plus and he
was as hard as a steel pipe. His foreskin was full retracted and his
jerking dark red glans shone with what I assumed was precum. He was hot and
he was sexed up but he took time out to admire my own body and the main bit
which was six minus but not much.

'Nice,' he grasped it gently and worked the loose skin to and fro. 'You got
a boyfriend?' He grinned at me . 'You must have, someone as dishy as you.'

'No,' I mumbled. 'I've played around with a pal I'm very fond of but never
actually done anything heavy.'

'Put today down as a learning curve,' he grinned and stepped into the bath
as it filled. It was a bloody big bath I might add and we both gave
satisfied sighs as we settled into the warm water, not too hot and not too
cold, just right.  He faced me with his long legs across mine so that we
were almost dick to dick, moving closer he slid onto me so that our
erections met in the soapy water and we resumed the kiss only this time it
was more forceful and we were fully naked after all. 'You a virgin?'

'No,' I exclaimed indignantly.

'Liar,' he giggled. 'Never mind, today you lose it front and back... yeah?'

'Yeah,' I mumbled. What else could I say? He had me down as an amateur or a
novice and he was dead right. I was a sixteen year old virgin but he was
determined to change all that.m He was going to fuck me and I would do him,
it was written in the stars and I knew I wanted to do so the moment I set
eyes on him. Seemed he felt the same as he was now in really tight and our
slippery bodies rubbed together with the main point of contact being our
rigid erections.

'You are so nice,' he whispered and lay his head on my shoulder nuzzling at
my neck. He was basically on my lap facing me and if he'd have been a she,
I'd have been inside him. Of course that thought made me even harder.  I
contented myself running my hands up and down his broad back feeling the
hardness and the youthful masculinity. He might do the femme bit on the box
but he was all boy beast in private and that cock of his... Jeez.

'This is so weird doing all this,' I mumbled sliding my hands right down
and feeling the softness of his bottom as it rested on my thighs. I lifted
him slightly and drew him onto me and he maintained his soapy movements up
and down, up and down. I could now feel his crack and more importantly into
his crack and he shuddered as my fingers pressed againt his hole... I'd got
there.

'Aaaaah, Peter,' he crushed against me in a slippery embrace and I gently
pushed feeling my finger sink into his hot tightness. His pucker clamped on
me like a fleshy vice and I shoved my finger in as far as I could. 'That's
enough...' He pulled free in a flurry of soapy water and then grinned at
me. 'Do it properly,' he turned in the bath and crouched there on his knees
in what I knew full well was the doggy position. Well, it couldn't be
anything else, could it? He rested his arms on the end rim of the bath and
I clambered upto give his beautiful bottom the attention it deserved.

'Oh, my Gawd,' I moaned in frustration and desire. I was so hard I was even
dripping, my penis was pulsing a steady oozing of pearly cum which hung
suspended from the tip like a silvery thread of boy juice which, I suppose,
it was. As he was posed and ready for more serious play I was on the verge
of plunging into his sweet body and working my wicked will but he had other
ideas.

'Soap me up, relax my fanny,' he chuckled and wiggled his bum. 'You can do
the dirty in bed.' Christ, this boy/man didn't mess around and I wondered
how many inexperienced 'friends' he'd had in this very same bath but I did
as he asked. I soapily rubbed into his crack until it was creamy and then
slid a finger back into his heat and wriggled it around until I found the
lump I'd heard about. I pressed against it and massaged it with my finger.

'Oooooooooooh, Jesus Christ,;' he rammed his pure white bottom back onto me
and clutched the side of the bath. 'Peter...'

Greatly daring and against his wishes I slipped my finger free but
immediatey replaced it with two. I slid them in deep and hard feeling his
sphincter stretch around them and grinned as I heard his moans of
pleasure. The tables were turned now and I was in charge as I slowly and
sensually finger fucked his hot tunnel. 'You like this?' I whispered.

'You wait...' he giggled and pushed back harder as I reached around with my
other hand and clasped his tight ball sac easing the nuts in their silken
purse. I didn't want him to pop. Right in the back of my mind I knew that I
wanted his steely prick deep in me but first it was my turn and I was
determined to give and take as much pleasure as I could. He was so damn
tight, his ring seemed to grip me, even squeeze me as I fingered him and as
I groped under him I could feel the slime of his own precum. This wouldn't
keep any longer, it would be such a waste to cum in the bath, after all, it
had a better use.

I thought about young Taylor, my pal at home as I finally withdrew my
fingers and we both rinsed off red faced, slightly embarassed but still
raring to go. My sweet fifteen year old wouldn't know what had hit him once
I got him upto my bedroom. We'd played and buggered around but never got
down to anything serious but next time would be different. As Mitch had
said, I was on a learning curve and the final lesson lay ahead.

We dried each other off tenderly and apart from two steamingly hard
erections we could have been laid back lovers but we weren't. We were two
randy and very horny teens. We went back into the room and stood by the bed
doing the soulful gaze bit. Mitch brought it down to Planet Earth
somewhat. 'Fuck me, Peter,' his arms encircled me and we fell onto the bed
in a mass of arms and legs. Once the towels were gone we were back to
kissing and savouring each other's bodies. His was as good as a
professional model's and maybe he'd done a bit of that, I didn't know. His
hardness rubbed against mine and I sensed that he was maneuvering around to
give me my pop, I moved his compliant body around until he lay out on his
belly and parted his legs. 'I don't have to beg, do I?' He whispered.

'No,' I knelt between his legs and bent over to kiss his neck where his
scruffy blonde hair finished in a jagged line.

His hand came back and he held a pot of something with the label
removed. 'Use this and take it easy.'

'What is it?'

'Think about it, Petey. Come on, I got the hots,' he wiggled his bottom and
I moved down his body. I was in love with his toughness, his hard muscles
and his super soft bottom. He was a bloody angel and he was all mine. I
uncapped the small pot and found a clear sweet smelling gel and even I
didn't need an instructions manual. I scooped some out and nervously worked
some between his cheeks delving and finding his clenched ring. As I smeared
the stuff and probed he relaxed as he had in the bath and my finger slipped
inside and into his heat. 'Mmmmmm...' he purred and I felt his little
muscle clamp on me and then ease. 'Inside me,' he whispered and gave a
little push up. 'Not too much... you'll lose traction.'

I giggled at the thought and suddenly courage took charge. I worked my
finger deep inside his delicuious smoothness and then withdrew, I couldn't
wait any longer. 'Ready?'

'I was born ready for boys,' he giggled and gave that little wiggle of
his. I kissed up his spine and brought my pride and joy to his hole. One
gentle push and I nearly did my favourite of the day, that's the passing
out thing by the way. His soft flesh parted for me and then I felt him
clamp on me as my glans entered and lodged in his anus. I remembered the
sex-ed at school where we'd gone through the anus, rectum, colon sequence
bit but I didn't care. I was in his Tunnel of Love and it was beautiful. He
worked with me as I started to move to and fro gaining a little depth at
each move. He tightened his sweet arse as I pushed and relaxed as I slipped
out and in the end he muttered so softly that I hardly heard him. 'Harder,
Petey.'

That was it, he wanted more and more he should have. I frantically started
to munch and kiss at the side of his neck as I moved faster and penetrated
deeper. He was moaning now and pushing up onto me and soon we were at the
skin slapping stage as my belly smacked on his back and my groin slapped up
against his bottom. 'God, you are so good, Mitch.' I babbled. 'I can't hold
it,' I wailed. Premature ejaculation, the curse of youth. I was so horny I
was going to cum and I wished it could go on forever... Well, win some,
lose some.

I was rythmically slapping into him now and my dick felt like a hot iron
bar, the itch was there and as he pushed up against me moaning and
whimpering I shot my lot in three or four hot squirts which tore a burning
passage up my shaft into his belly. God, I was drained, I clung to his
sweaty body with my dick buried and still dribbling but softening.

'That was good,' he whispered clamping on me tightly and I felt my
exhausted organ slip from his bottom in a dribble of spunk.

'Great,' I tiredly stirred between his legs but the moment had passed,
Peter Junior needed time to recover.

'That was better than good, that was excellent,' he struggled from under me
with a big self satisfied grin on his face. 'You gotta have a boyfriend,
sex like that mustn't got to waste.'

'Well, there's Tay, Taylor I mean.'

'Tell me,' he grinned and cuddled against me, I was very aware of his
enlarged and totally hard penis pressing against my hip.

'Class below me which makes him fifteen and he lives a few doors
away. We've played around a bit and he's nice.'

'Nice?' He giggled. 'You're in love...' he stared at me with those piercing
eyes of his. 'Admit it.'

'Nah,' I croaked.

'Admit it, you wanna breed with him,' he laughed again. 'Peter has a secret
love,' he crooned. 'Tell him,' he was suddenly serious. 'It's worth a
gamble unless he's totally anti, a homophobic type.'

'No, he's not that. We've played around but nothing serious.'

'Well, get serious,' he spoke sharply. 'True love always finds a way.'

'That's easy for you. You're top of the pops. Boys falling over themselves
to get inside your knickers...'

'Plus the others falling over themselves to punch me in the mouth,' he
grinned. 'Why do you think I keep a minder outside.'

'Mmmm...' I turned to face him and smiled warily. I knew what he wanted and
it was time to pay my dues, the funny thing was, I wanted to. I wanted to
experience him inside me and feel him cum inside me. After what he's said I
was determined to do things and that was more things with my Taylor but I
needed to get all the experience I could here and now. Well, I know it
sounds pathetic but that's the way my mind was working.

'Is your friend as nice as you? Taylor is it?'

'Yeah to both,' I smiled as he began to manhandle me around the bed and I
lay on my side facing away from him as he went into his routine. 'He's
nicer than me and tastier.'

'But he's not here,' he whispered as he moved up behind me and I felt his
rock hard cock nudge against my crack. 'Just relax,' He whispered and I
felt his fingers slid between my cheeks, the oil felt cold on me and I
automatically clenched until he coaxed me onto my belly and parted my legs.

'Stop if I tell you,' I muttered. 'This is a trial run.'

'What a way with words,' he giggled and I felt his warm lips on my
buttocks. 'Pretend it's little Taylor, with a stonking hard on.'

'Ooo...er,' I giggled and clutched the pilow. There was a time and a place
for Taylor but at the moment it was all about Mitch and that bloody great
thing he was about to shove into me. After Mitch I'd stand for Taylor
hammering away all night which sounded quite nice. I could feel my own
penis coming to life at the thought of Tay doing what Mitch was doing
now. Mitch had slipped one finger into my virgin arse and was moving it to
and fro gently in a circular motion and the I felt more oil and a greater
pressure as he slipped out and returned only this time with two
fingers. 'Aaaaaah...' I sighed. It was odd being finger fucked but not
upleasant or uncomfortable and I got harder and harder the more he moved in
and out. When he hit the button, the prostate I nearly levitated.

'Steady,' he whispered and kissed me in the small of the back making little
sucky sucks against my damp flesh. 'Relax.'

I automatically tensed up as I felt his oiled mass slid between my cheeks
and then relaxed and concentrated on Queen and Country as I felt him move
in and then the pressure against my back door. His fingers had done their
work well, I felt a brief pain and then the stretching as my sphincter
opened up and up finally admitting his hot spongey glans.

'Aaaah.' The pain was absolute for just one moment and then I felt it ease
as he was in me. His knob was well and truly lodged in my passage and all I
had to worry about was the other six inches of boy gristle. He must as been
just as hyped up as I was as he started to move almost immediately kissing
the back of my neck and the side of my face as I moaned, groaned and
clutched the pillow. It felt like a bloody great fleshy log up inside me
but he was moving slowly and sinking deeper at each thrust. Now the
funniest thing happened, the pain almost totally disappeared and I began to
like it. How sick is that, here I was being shagged by a bloke even if he
was a young one and a star but he was fucking me and I was beginning to
like it.

'Orrite?' His breath was hot on my neck.

'Yeah, go for it,' I heard my reply in some sort of a daze and pushed up
onto him.

'Good lad,' his lips mashed against my neck and he began to go. God, if
this was losing your virginity it was something else. All I could see in my
mind was that huge six inch prong of his buried in my body and the damn
thing moving inside me slowly at first but picking up some speed as he
started to fuck for real. 'Jeez, you are so tight,' he chuckled and then
thrust hard and deep. I bit into the pillow as I felt his complete length
slip inside me and his belly settled onto my bottom.  'You are so good,' he
moved inside me in a sort of corkscrew motion and then started to
shag. This was it, there wasn't much longer to go but I was begining to
like it. As he moved faster and harder I pushed up against his thrusts
determined to get as much as I could of his virile young cock. He was
puffing, panting and pushing me up the bed in his ardour and I heard as if
in a dream a stranger telling him to go harder and faster. Problem was the
stranger's voice sounded very much like my own .

'Yes, yes, yes,' he chanted and then he slammed into me and stayed
there. Then it came. The extraordinary feeling of his meat swelling inside
me and then the glorious pumping and wet slimeyness as his hot spunk
fountained into my belly and it was all over.  'Gawd,' he moaned as he
continued to move and I felt two minor squirts on top of the massive load
he'd already given me. That was it, all over, the cherry had gone and I lay
there with him still in me. Sodomite, catamite, what was I? I didn't bloody
well care. I'd done it and I'd enjoyed it. My bum was a bit sore but I'd
made love both ways to a dream of mine and it hadn't turned into a
nightmare. He was still a dream and we had loads of time left, we had all
night to go yet and it was still only mid afternoon.

'Phew,' I feel shagged I expelled him the same way he'd done me. One strong
clamp and his softening penis slipped free. I felt wetness as well as his
limp cock between my legs but I didn't care.

'You alright.' He asked speaking softly and cuddling me to his warm if
sweaty chest.

'Uber alright,' I grinned. 'Wicked.'

'I guess than means OK,' he laughed.

'Yeah, that's what I mean,' I pushed him over and this time took the lead
forcing my lips onto his and slipping my tongue into his mouth.

'Mmmfph... great,' he gobbled away and we gave each other silly grins as we
pigged out on tongue sandwich. He pulled the duvet up over us and we dozed
off into a funky, spunk stinky haze. Dunno if it was heaven or hell but I
snoozed safe in his strong arms with his warm breath on my neck. Yeah, I
did know... it was heaven.

'Fuckin' phone,' Mitch stumbled from the bed cursing and dragging the duvet
with him. I curled up foetally and gradually surfaced. I felt a bit squishy
around the bottom but otherwise I felt fine, I felt wonderful. In cricket
parlance I'd broken my duck, it had taken me sixteen years but I'd finally
bottomed out (joke there guys).

'Yeah..... wonderful.... he's so sweet, a grin flashed my way..... OK, six
is fine. Catch you later.'

'Your pal again?'

'Yeah,' Mitch gave me that lopsided grin again and jumped onto the bed
grabbing me and dragging the duvet over us both. 'Gives us two and a half
hours... hint, hint.'

'Tell me I'm the one that's so sweet.'

'You are the one,' he fondled me and pulled me in tightly. My hand snaked
down his belly into his soft pubics and then lower still grasping his
turgid meat. Hang about, turgid was the stage before semi hard and it was
stiffening, he smirked at me. 'You've got a taste for it.'

'I have,' I agreed and turned under the bedding pressing my bum into his
crotch as he snuggled upto my back. I grinned into space as I felt his
wonderful meat come to life and harden as he slowly moved against my crack.

You're asking for it,' he mumbled.

'I know,' I giggled and pushed back harder. It would be easier this time
and should even last longer if he was up for it. He was. A minute or so
later I felt the quick smear of oil on my tender pucker and that was
quickly followed by his knob pressing against me. 'Go on,' I grunted and
pushed back as he pushed in. This time it was just as nice but without that
spasm of pain. I felt the stretching again and then his glorious heat
entered me and he slowly fucked his way in as we lay on our sides. He
reached around and played with me as my dick also livened up.

'You alright?'

'Very alright, I feel sorta filled,' I giggled and clamped on his slowly
moving meat.

'Brill,' he nuzzled at my neck and gave that final shove he seemed to like
seating himself firmly in my body. I just sighted my contentment and
clamped on his slippery joint as it moved within me. Glorious and I still
had the big boy, Nick Hoult yet to come. perhaps I'd finish up as a Skins
Boy sandwich, now that could be fun.

'Oooooh...' This was great, I nested back onto his hairy crotch absolutedly
pigging out on the feel and the sensation of his big cock now sliding
effortlessly in and out. He liked it as well, I heard his murmurs of
pleasure and he was so bloody hard. It wasincredible and when he worked up
speed and cum in me it felt like a hose pipe or a fawcet. The damn stuff
was inside me, outside me and even trickling down my inside legs. God, the
shame of it. I'd turned into a minor actor's toyboy in less than a day. 'I
could get to like that,' I muttered pushing back onto his spunk coated
organ. I wanted more really but there are limits and although he might be
my current heart's desire he wasn't SuperYouth (tm Marvel Comics). Ten
minutes later he suggested I go and have an 'abortion' which took a few
minutes to suss out and then he'd join me in the shower or bath, my choice.

I climbed or rather fell from the bed and did my ablutions (which sounds
better than abortion) and luxuriated in the big shower, stacks of soapy and
foamy, I really could get to enjoy the good life. I had no idea what he
earned from his TV series but he must do well to afford a place like
this. Then again he might have a rich paramour but I didn't want to get
into that. This was a one off so enjoy. I'd been expecting a rather
effeminate young man dishing out gay remarks and flirting. Well, I was half
right... I'd found a pretty tough young man dishing out gay
remarks. shagging, being shagged and then shagging again.  I'd have to calm
down on the shag word when I did the article in the school magazine, in
fact. I'd better not mention it at all, I didn't want to lose my girl fans.

I pondered as I soaped up under the shower eagerly awaiting Mitch's
arrival, I couldn't get enough of his lithe and muscular body. I wanted him
to do me again in truth but I didn't want to come across as a complete
slut. I switched channel to Taylor and soaped my tumescence (lovely word)
thinking of his sweet bubble butt ( a bit of Yankspeak there but a hugely
superior phrase). We'd fumbled and buggered about to be blunt, we'd got
naked and rolled about on the bed but neither of us had much idea on how to
progress but that was then... now I'd done the Mitch course, Taylor's arse
was grass to use another Americanism. I wanted him and he wanted me, I knew
it as truly as I knew Mitch and I were in for a night of sex.

'Wake up,' Mitch slipped into the shower and snuggled into my slippery
body. 'You are such good sex for a schooly... shit,' he laughed. 'Take
Two... You are such good sex, Petey. I mean it.' He squirmed against me and
his now relaxed dick and hair crotch rubbed up against my stiffening penis
squashing it between our bellies. He grasped my soapy bottom grinding us
together effectively bringing me on line with a squishy tummy wank.

'Mitch,' I whispered. 'Keep this up and I'm gonna need another fuck.'

'Good, we've got loads of time before Nick get's here.' He turned around
and I felt his hard bottom against me. A slight withdrawal, a bit of
positioning, one little nudge and his pucker opened like a flower in the
sun as I slipped into his honeypot like a hot knife into butter. All a bit
horticultural that but you get the message. We stood under the hissing
water and I gently moved in and out of his delicious heat and
tightness. This was my second go and it was far, far better. No quick cum
this time, I settled in for the long ride handling him back to hardness and
munching on his neck as he made little mewing sounds of pleasure. This one
finished up differently. Still joined we moved from the shower onto the
rather expensive carpet in a soapy doggy and then he started to move
around. I didn't know what he was doing turning and he did something with
his legs as he rotated on my spike and lo and behold we settled down with
him on his back and me above him fucking down into his totally exposed
pucker. I found out later that he called this the 'full frontal' and it was
his favourite position. Face to face, lips on lips and banging away into a
fully exposed and stretched bumhole. Now this was better than good, this
one was brilliant and I made love in a haze. His soft lips on mine and
flickering tongue in my mouth... so absolutely fantastic, I was lost for
words. The feel of my sore and superheated cock moving inside him was
complimented by his smooth calves pressing on my back and his hands rubbing
my belly and running up and down over my chest. 'God, gimme babies. Fuck
me, fuck me,' he cried out and I tried to silence him with my mouth on his
but he was gone. 'Harder, Pete, harder,' he moaned and I did my bestest.

When I cum, spunked or shot my load (take your pick) it was magnificent. It
was more than that it was absolutely fantabulous to get silly. I felt like
my life force was draining into him I cum so much I felt emptied and fell
onto the carpet slipping out of him in a mess of slimey boy juice. I'd
fucked myself to a halt. I was done.

'Christ, that was absolutely wicked,' he grinned as he lurched over me and
gently kissed my nose. 'I've got to see you again after this weekend,
Peter.' He looked at me seriously. 'I mean it, I want to see you again.'

I think I mumbled something about school or homework, something like that
but he brushed it aside. 'Tell you something, Mitch...'

'Go on.' We cuddled on the carpet glorying in our mess and post coital
funk.

'That frontal thing... I want you to do me like that next time.'

'I thought you'd never ask,' he giggled. 'Nick and I'll take you down our
Club later on but tonight you just get into that bed and get them legs in
the air.'

'Sounds good.' You gotta laugh, he had such a way with words.

This time he had to do the dirty bit, the abortion, evacuation or take a
pony but I pretended not to hear as I came down from my cloud under the
shower. I was confused. I was in love but this was silly, I was in love
with Taylor as well. I was pretty sure that Mitch did it with anyone in
trousers but I might have been being unkind. best settle for what I could
get I suppose and what I had was him and his pal for the night and then a
run back into London and get Taylor on his own. I had a lot of ground to
cover.

We finished our shower together and sat in the room in our bathrobes
chatting away. It was interview time and I skimmed through the paperwork
he'd given me. With the standard brief and what I knew now I could cook
something up.

'I don't want to tell you how to put Maxxie/Mitch across you know,' he said
as we awaited a snack and coffee. 'I imagine you're not going to mention
the sex,' he grinned.

'You imagine right,' I laughed. 'Just a nice soapy load of crap for the
fans, how pleasant and unassuming you are, the boy next door bit. A hint of
gay but more a broadminded boy who wants to get his rocks off every five
minutes...'

'That sounds about right,' he laughed. 'Bet you have't got a picture of
your little pal in that big bag of yours.'

'Bet I have,' I smirked rummaging around and found the couple of pictures I
had with Taylor on the School Camping Week, the ones by the pool. 'Here you
go, my friend Taylor,' I handed the little folder over, only about six
pictures of us in tandem and a couple of him solo. the only ones I kept .

'Um,' he flipped through them and then went again only studying each one
more closely. 'You've never made love to this kid?' He looked at me
eyebrows raised.

'Certainly not,' I blushed.

'Gotta be a mug,' Mitch laughed. 'He's a beauty... look at that one,' he
held out a snap of Taylor climbing from the pool in wet speedos and one of
my favourites. His bottom was clearly outlined and you could even see his
crack. The second one Mitch held was a frontal of Taylor alone again and
this was pretty much the same. His cute little water shrunken noodle was
clearly outlined in his wet speedos again. 'He's bloody gorgeous, you go so
well together,' Mitch drivelled on studying the ones of us together. I felt
embarassed but so pleased especially about the togetherness remark. 'I'd
love to get him naked and make mad passionate love.' Mitch growled
lustfully.

'So would I,' I laughed.  He was a bit out of order but I forgave him, How
anyone could not love my Taylor was beyond me.

'Swag him before someone else does,' he handed the pictures back.

'I want to but I'm a bit scared he fucks me off big time.'

'Never happen,' Mitch snatched the pictures back. 'Look at that one,' he
held one out of Taylor sitting in his speedos looking directly into the
camera with his lips slightly apart just showing his pink tongue running
across his upper lip. 'I bet you a pound to a pinch of shit you took that
picture.'

'Yeah, I did.'

'Of course you did, he's telling you. His fuckin' expression is saying,
'I'm your boy.'' Mitch grinned. 'Jesus H. Christ... he wants you, he's
telling you in his face for God's sake. You really are a dimwit, Petey
boy.'

Well, that put an end to the conversation and shortly after that there was
a knock on the door and Mitch answered still in his bathrobe and nothing
else. I tensed myself and got to my feet as Nick Hoult came into the
room. There was no mistaking his pleasantly ugly face as he high fived
Mitch and grinned at me.

'Welcome to Manchester,' he spoke and came across and shook my hand... and
kept hold of it. 'I understand Mitch has been doing his gay bit.'

'Er... sorta,' I looked at Mitch for help but he was behind me and I felt
his hands on my shoulder. Shit, I was in trouble here, they were both
bigger than I was, they were a couple of predators and I was trapped in
this bloody room. Well, that was the first impression but far from the
truth as I was about to find out. Mitch shucked my towelled robe off my
shoulders and as it fell leaving me standing there naked Nick dropped to
his knees and without any premable at all took my cock into his hand and
wrapped his mouth around it. Jeez, I nearly fainted as I felt his warm
suction as Mitch ran his hands over my belly and chest. These guys were
such perverts... brilliant! I pumped myself to a full erection in Nick's
willing mouth then as he split and got naked Mitch lay me on the bed and
maintained the blow. I'd never ever done this or had it done to me and I
was in heaven (again). I nearly came thinking about Taylor in a similar
situation of even me sucking his stiff five incher. He had a beautiful dick
by the way. I still hadn't made up my mind if I was in love with his smooth
and boyish bottom, soft cock nestling on his belly or the taste of his
creamy cum which I'd risked a fingerload of once when he wasn't looking.

'Hi, Peter,' Nick stood by the bed naked and I looked at him. Golly Gosh as
they say in the Beano and Dandy. He was hard and deary me, the thing was
Mitch's six plus but fatter and it looked like a battering ram. He had a
mass of black curly pubics and this thing stuck out just begging
attention. I gave him a grin and as Mitch sucked me Nick lowered himself
until his massive lump waved inches above my face. I grabbed it and guided
it down to my mouth. This was so out of character for me, I'm not really a
dirty boy but what with the afternoon and now this I just gave
up. Everything I did was fun and as Mitch had said some time ago I was on a
learning curve. Taylor was a bit shorter than I was and all I could think
of was his beatiful body in my arms and then doing all these things to that
boy. I grunted and cum into Mitch's mouth in two almighty splats... they
were for Tay really but I let Mitch have them.

Mitch swallowed and then made a meal of sucking and lapping me clean, he
grinned at me with my spunk on his lips and face then flopped on the bed to
watch the show. Nick had straddled me and was holding the sides of my head
gently face fucking me without letting it go in too far. I couldn't take it
all, it would have choked me but he ran his slippery glans into the back of
my throat and the thing seemed to get harder and harder.

He didn't warn me when he came but at least he let it fly in my mouth and
not down my throat. I swallowed and munched his juicy splats like a manic
chipmunk, I felt his warm slime ooze from my mouth and run down my chin and
he slipped free and then the final little streamer splashed across my face
from my jaw to my dark hair line.

'God, Peter... you blow.' Well, that sounded like a compliment and I took
it as such as I squeezed his still hard penis extracting the last pearly
dribble. Blow jobs were another novelty I could get used to but now I had
two sets of lips on mine as both Nick and Mitch lapped my face and then set
to bathing me with their tongues. It was so sensual and sexual that I
popped one straight away but Nick had lifted my legs and was attacking my
fanny as Mitch called it. His head was almost up my arse to be really
common and he was lapping, licking and even sucking on my boy hole. Mitch
had come down me and had reversed himelf into a sixty niner. Hey nonny no,
here we go again... I held Mitch steady and sucked on his beautiful cock, I
had a suspicion what Nick was upto but I let him play. It's rather nice to
have someone enthusiastically eating your bum... well, it's different and
as I do in moments of stress I thought of Taylor. Taylor spread on my bed
with his pale skinned bottom parted and me lapping at his little pucker,
that thought got me to super hard in double quick time.

However, Nick was on the move again and I already suspected he wasn't one
for a lot of foreplay, he flipped me over and parted my legs and I felt the
oil and then pressure as he slid two fingers in me digging deep and hard. I
screwed my eyes shut, he was rough and he hurt but only for a moment as my
pucker gradually relaxed. 'Never mind, just you and I tonight,' Mitch
whispered and licked my ear.

'Good,' I turned my head and let him kiss me as Nick pigged out on my
battered fanny. Eventually he packed up and the next thing I felt was his
bloody great knob between my cheeks. It really did feel like a sodding
great tomato as he pushed, made me squeal and then pushed again parting my
pucker painfully but opening it up all the same. I groaned as I felt his
massive lump in me and he started.

It lasted well and after his initial roughness he was gentle and took his
time, the action came when I saw Mitch clamber on top and clearly prong
Nick and then I had payload on me. Every time Nick thrust into me there was
a second jolt as Mitch slammed into Nick. In the end I closed my eyes and
concentrated on Taylor. The end was sudden and I was glad, I didn't mind
Mitch, in fact, I had a super lust job on Mitch but Big Dick Nick was
bridge too far and I wondered if he was acting out his 'couldn't give a
toss for anyone' screen persona or if he really didn't give a shit for who
he had sex with. Thank Christ he came in the end... two hundred hours later
or so it seemed but he did and we were finished apart from the obligatory
shower scene where I got to shag Nick but enough. Mitch Hewer was the jewel
in the crown or the joey in the Christmas pudding, Nick was incidental and
it was over apart from the clubbing bit and then the night with Mitch.

I'm pissed off typing so I'm gonna take a break until I get around to
telling you all about my pal Tay and how we got to visit Mitch in the
school holiday. It was fun and I hope I can put it across as I enjoyed it,
so did my Taylor and hopefully so will you.



			      To be continued


POSTSCRIPT:

I had intended this to be a one off and I thought of another British
celebrity who fits the storyline. So it will go...

Part 1 Peter Renzo's adventure with the 'Skins' boys.  Part 2 Peter brings
Taylor online, Part 3 Peter takes Taylor to Manchester for a bit of skin
diving.

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I have a zipped set of pix of the boys from 'Skins' (courtesy Dave)... if
you want just EMail.

GCutter66gmail.com