Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2008 13:34:00 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: TALES FROM THE SPOOKY WOODS - 5

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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I've always been interested or more likely fascinated with alternate worlds
or 'what if' stories. Keith Roberts' 'Pavane' Collection being one. I
expect 'Stargate' is another slightly different example. But what if people
from one world could find their way into another and 'what if' both those
worlds are totally fictitious... if the concept interests you then read
on. Bear in mind the whole thing is really just an excuse for boy sex and I
wanted to spread my wings a little, try a different genre or sub genre.




TALES FROM THE SPOOKY WOODS



5 - Babes in the Woods (1)



by



G. Cutter




None of the following story will make any sense unless you are familiar
with Wunderland Comics but here goes anyway... enjoy.

Well, winter was on us and although Wolfy was still hard at it with his
charcoal burning and doing good business with the local art colony I was
getting more and more depressed with school. The Autumn or Winter Term was
a bastard at the best of times and when you had to struggle down the best
part of a mile of woodland path in a couple of inches of snow your arse and
legs felt like a bit of raw meat at the end of it. A bit like being shagged
by a young orc, I thought with recollections of our last barby in mind. At
least the weather kept the beasties out of the way, the tree elves
hibernated (did you know that) high and secure in the giants of the forest
where they were safe and well protected. The orcs didn't mind so much as
they were the local toughies but their haunts were normally deep in the
woods, they didn't venture into humanlands and certainly not anywhere near
myself and Wolfy. We still had the protection of Granny Hood and in any
event we were pals with two of the younger ones of the clan, so, we were
OK.

It was a Saturday afternoon just after lunch and I was tinkering around
helping Wolfy lay in some cut logs for the weekend when I saw two boys
coming from the wooded side and that was opposed to the village side. Snow
was drifting down lightly but still enough to settle and it was bloody
cold, freezing in fact. I was wearing my now famous red hoody and jeans,
even Wolfy had a Wolfman sweat shirt on although no jacket.

'Hey up, Wolfy, company.'

'Yeah?' He raised his head and took a look. 'Where they hell have they come
from, nothing thataway apart from orcs and the road to the Eastern
Kingdom.'

'Dunno,' I grinned. 'Let's do the Good Samaritan bit, they look in need of
a good fire...'

'Or somerthing,' he grinned. 'Hi, lads.' He called out but the boys who had
clearly seen the cottage were heading our way. Unbelievable, they were both
in shorts and t-shirts and their legs and arms were almost blue.

'I am Datton and this is Taylor my companion and friend,' the taller of the
boys, a curly blond, spoke out and looked at us as if we were bodies from
another planet. 'We are seeking our return to the Everdark Forest and this
doesn't look like it.'

'It's not,' Wolfy smiled. 'This is called the Spooky Woods locally. Come
and and wam up for God's sake, you look frozen.'

'We have been walking miles,' the shorter kid with messy brown hair spoke
out. 'We are weary.'

'Come in,' I ushered them both up onto the veranda where Wolfy held the
door open. What a pair of weirdos, they talked straight Shakespeare as I
remembered it from school. Very stilted but maybe not that old fashioned, I
should have quoted Dickens maybe. I was also getting 'deja vu' with their
names, why were Datton and Taylor so familiar? I sat them by the sofa in
front of the fire and Wolfy and I dumped our outside coats. I saw the brown
haired boy's eyes flicker with interest as Wolfy tugged his sweat shirt off
and stood there in the warmth bare chested. He's such a tart, my Wolfy. He
always does that with strangers but perhaps it's a sort of wolf thing,
something left over from his previous life. At least he didn't cock his leg
anymore.

'Where are you headed, boys?' Wolfy asked.

'Datton's cottage in the Everdark Woods,' Taylor spoke out again. We were
entering forested lands and we saw a cave mouth with snow coming out of the
entrance and we thought it indicated a mystery or adventure...

'A quest,' Datton butted in.

'Yeah,' Taylor smiled rather sarcastically I thought. 'I followed the
Paladin man into the cave, we went in a little way and then we came out
onto a forest trail and here we are... we're totally lost.

'The Paladin man', the phrase rang bells as did their names but I couldn't
pin them down. Something very odd here.

'You're staying here for a while,' Wolfy turned from the window. 'It's
starting to snow really hard, it looks like you might be stopping a bit
longer than you expected.'

'We can't inconvenience you like this,' Datton stood up like a right little
sergeant major and strutted to the window and peered through. 'Golly gosh,'
he exclaimed. 'I've never seen snow like this.'

I flashed a glance at Wolfy... 'Golly Gosh - was this kid real?

Taylor rushed over and also took a peek, I noticed (as I do) that he
pressed against Datton and the blond boy moved away just a
trifle. Mmm... pause for thought there Red boy. I glanced at Wolfy again
and he pointed to the cupboard where we had a prepared flask of the sleepy
mix and the horny mix, two mixes in one if you can follow that less than
perfect sentence.

'See what I mean,' I spoke to the boys and they nodded. I think they were
just glad to get in from the cold and snow but I was still curious. 'Where
are you from?'

'Polywerp,' Datton settled down and stretched his long legs out in front of
the fire. Talor sat alongside him a little more meekly. I wondered what
their relationship was, poor Taylor seemed to be more of servant than a
comapnion and to my very biased eyes he seemed to dote on the blond. Datton
was clearly the Boss boy and little Taylor was the one with the crush. I
knew enough kids by now to know the score, it was like little Hansel and
the bigger Gotti.

Polywerp... then it struck me. I excused myself hurriedly and rushed
upstairs into our bedrom and turned the computer on, being in the woods our
outside contact was poor but we had broadband around eighty percent of the
time. I didn't need that right now, I clicked on 'My Pictures' and then 'My
Comics' and there they were. I studied their faces on the monitor and there
was no doubt about it. Datton the accident prone Paladin and Taylor his
faithful sidekick who followed on with strong boy love urges if I
interpreted my last comic right. I switched off and galloped downstairs and
tried to think it through. We had two inhabitants of Comic Land in our
house - they're strayed from their make believe world into ours which made
them lucky. Not so many kids got eaten in our neighbourhood as in theirs,
in fact ,none at all unless you came one of the old outlaw orcs on a bad
day.

I tried to get Wolfy's attention but he was making them coffee, he'd
bottled out on giving them the passion potion as he called it and maybe he
was right, sometimes it's better to hunt. They had to sleep somewhere and
we had the beds... sort that one out suckers. I fancied little Taylor, he
was sweet and that Datton, he was so full of himself he could explode at
any moment . On the other hand my Wolfy just loved uppity kids and had
produced two big bathtowels and told them to get their damp clothes off and
get themselves dry.

Both protested a bit but in the end they peeled off their top stuff at
least and Taylor even dropped his shorts and red faced wrapped himself in
his towel which proved he had a bit more sense than his mate. Datton true
to his priggish performance in the comics kept his on and looked rather
like Little Lord Fauntleroy with his blond curly hair. Dishy but dim, a bit
like Goldilocks.

'This is the Western Kingdom of Anglia,' I pronounced as Wolfy served me my
mug and sat down.

'Huh?' Datton looked at me like I was mad. 'Anglia... never heard of it ,'
he bleated and even Taylor looked mystified.

'I bet you were worried about man eating trees and Vecs when you were out
there... yes?' Now Wolfy was looking at me like I was mad, he never read my
online comics by the way. In fact, he barely used the computer at all.

'We were,' Datton spoke to me kindly as if I was a complete nutcase. 'We
were surprised to find a cottage in the danger zone, the woodlands.'

'This is not Polywerp, not the Everdark Forest and not even your world,' I
spoke bluntly. Now was the time to sort this out. Straight for the
throat. 'When you entered that cave you left your comic world and entered
our real world.'

'Comic World? Our world is called Wunder World and you're taking rubbish,'
Datton spluttered his coffee seeming confused by the taste although Taylor
sipped away at his completely happy but listened to the comversation
keenly,. Wolfy was still in shock.

'This is Earth, one of many Earths according to our local witch. Some
people do pass from one to the other by accident and you must have stumbled
into a gateway.'

'Rubbish,' Datton scoffed again.

'I told you not to go into the cave,' Taylor bleated but Dutton hushed him.

'Lots of kids get eaten by monsters in your world, so many... I wonder
where the hell they all come from. Another thing is that as your monsters
are so easily killed by cold steel why doesn't your regular army go and
clear them out?'

'What's a regular army,' Taylor piped up.

'I rest my case,' I looked at Wolfy and he nodded, he was beginning to
believe.

'Assuming you are right,' Datton sighed humouring me. 'How do we get back
to our own world.'

'Why should you want to? Death and destruction. Make a friend, lose a
friend... that's no way to live. Your God or the author of your lives could
wipe you out at a stroke.' Even I baulked at telling them they were
characters in someone else's vivid imagination. Then again were they, they
were sitting in our parlour drinking our coffee for Christ's sake.

'Enough,' Wolfy called a halt to the unresolved discussion. 'Set the table,
Red. We'll eat in here in half an hour. Goulash and chips.' Jeez, that ex
wolf loved his chips although hot goulash was ideal for this time of year.

Before supper I turned on the television and both boys nearly went
berserk. If they weren't half naked under their towels they'd have been out
of the door and down the road. I calmed them down and told them it was
local magic along with the gas cooker and radio. These truly were Babes in
the Woods or even refugees from another world and their world was a lot
nastier than ours was. I was hyped up all the same, in the comics, I'd
never seen them eat, never seen them drink. Never, ever seen them wash or
shower and only very rarely with their shirts or shorts off. It would be
interesting to see how things developed come bedtime. The one thing that
really got me going was... did they have bits? They were from a comic world
after all. It made sense that if you didn't eat or drink or for that matter
have sex you wouldn't really need a bumhole or a noodle . Anyway, my target
of choice was little Taylor, Wolfy could have Lady Datton, he'd been ogling
her for an hour.

The boys were glued to the television entranced by the flickering pictures
and the local news so I went into see Wolfy in the kitchen.

The snow's in for the weekend according to the forecast,' I moved closer
and dropped my voice. 'I like Taylor before you get too carried away.'

'I really fancy that blond kid, Datton isn't it?'

'Yeah,' I laughed. I love it when a plan comes together. 'These two are
total and utter virgins, you know that?'

'Mmmm... you could be right,' he agreed. 'The magic mix later.'

'Yeah, before bed, it'll make them randy and sleepy. I'll try young Taylor
with a bath later on, he seems the brighter of the two although Datton has
him on a collar and lead sorta thing.' I put the plates up to warm. Well,
both these kids could be as boring as a pair of planks of wood but it would
be fun teaching them the ways of our world. Perhaps, when it was all over
they may not want to go back to their Wonder World or whatever they called
it.

Wolfy and myself served up the steaming hot meal and the boys tucked in
like they hadn't eaten for a month. Wolfy put a music video on and the boys
didn't know whether to watch Orcs with Attitude a new rap group. Elves
Alive the lastest boylike band or shovel food down their throats. Both were
relaxing more now and I avoided talking about travelling between worlds,
there'd be time for that once the weather broke. If it stopped snowing I
wanted to get over to Granny Hood's, she knew all the ins and outs of this
alternate worlds caper. One thing was for sure. These boys were from a
comic and I offered to show Wolfy the pictures on my computer to prove
it. I think he believe me but just found it hard to swallow, of course,
he'd also fallen for the dopey Datton kid. He probably reminded him of the
slut shag shepherdess from the summer, the nymphomaniac, incestuous, two in
a hole Goldilocks.

'Our world may have different customs than yours,' I started slowly and saw
Wolfy roll his eyes and stare at the ceiling.

'In what respect?' Datton replied.

'We have taken you in, fed you and comforted you and are now obligated to
treat you as our own family.'

'Pretty much the same as our wor... place,' Datton fumbled. 'We are very
appreciative all the same and thank you,' he bobbed his head in a little
bow.

'We bed down early in the woods,' Wolfy managed to get in. 'You can have a
nice bath in an hour or so. Talyor, you can sleep in with Red, Datton in
with me. Two younger and two older together.'

'Right,' Datton looked confused as he probably was, comic kids didn't seem
to sleep but Wolfy was easily the oldest at sixteen or a hundred and
sixteen by his counting and he was certainly the most masterful in spite of
Datton's airs and graces. I grinned at Taylor who was looking bewildered,
Wolfy had got us through the difficult bit without a peep from either.

'I like the music,' Taylor smiled as an elvish band came on singing one of
their soppy ballads. Loads of plinky plonky harps and pan pipes, typical
pointy ears stuff. 'Do you get many elves around here, I like their ears,'
he giggled.  I wondered what he'd say if he knew the majority of elves were
taken with young human boys. They had been known to kidnap them in the
olden days and use and abuse mostly in the sexual way, pretty much like the
orcs who still do the occasional boy rape.

'I haven't seen any humans on your magic box.' Datton looked at the screen
as Wolfy began to take away the plates.

'The newscaster was human.'

'I meant playing music and singing.'

'You will,' I promised him.

I could hear Wolfy messing aorund in the kitchen doubtless sorting out a
sweet, he was a boy for his sweet stuff and sure enough came in moments
later with is latest creation, a thick apple crumble with custard. The boys
looked dismayed. Well, they were both skinnies and maybe thought we were a
pair of wicked warlocks fattening them up for the oven. 'Tuck in kids,
Wolfy does a mean apple crumble.'

'Thank you,' Datton said formally although the weedy Taylor had started
already. He was so sweet and cuddly even if he ate like a horse and just
about as messily. I wondered if he had the scar on his tail where his
crocodile appendage used to be attached. The one thing I had to do was to
keep those comics away from our guests by the way. Seeing themselves in a
comic and on a monitor would freak them out big time.

Shortly after we finished we cleared away the dinner debris and sat the
boys by the television to watch whatever came on which wasn't a lot on a
Saturday. 'I think a revised potion,' I whispered to Wolfy. 'Not so much
sleeping draught but a bit more with the passion powder.'

'Do you think we need it,' he frowned. 'It's a bit like cheating.'

'Yeah,' I agreed. 'OK then, just a pinch or so to calm their nerves,
they're probably freaked out right now stuck in the middle of nowhere with
a couple of strangers and older strangers at that.'

'Confirmed. I'll put just a bit in their bedtime hot choccy.'

And that's the way it was. The clock ticked around but we were in the warm,
safe and sound and a peep from the window showed that the snow was a foot
deep at least and settling, we could be digging our way out in the
morning.'Bath and bed,' I spoke to Taylor. 'Have a nice bath and then we
can sit and have a nice nightcap and then bed.'

'Alright,' Taylor's voice shook. The poor sweety was nervous as well he
might be. Boys didn't come onto boys in comic world, boys didn't get naked
with other boys in comic world either. 'What shall I...'

'Come on,' I laughed and stood. Poor Taylor shot a glance at Datton but his
friend ignored him, Datton was engrossed in a gnomish juggler and magician.

'Come on,' I said again and led Taylor up the stairs and showed him the
bathroom and our bedroom. He gulped as he saw the double bed and nearly had
hysterics when I produced a huge outsized t-shirt they sold as nightshirts
at the Woodlands Market.

'I can't wear that,' he giggled.

'You can't sleep with me naked, can you?'

'Oh.' That as they say was a conversation stopper but he was only thirteen
and a very innocent thirteen at that, it was time for me to take charge. I
took him back to the bathroom and filled a foamy bath and told him to get
in.

'You watching?' He had gone a deep shade of red and covered his groin as he
stood in his cheap jockey shorts. He was very brown, quite sallow in fact
and as he turned around to test the water I nearly passed out at the sight
of his cotton clad bottom. Perfection, two tight globes of flesh, firm and
almost eatable... I really had trouble keeping my hands to myself. I
decided on playing the kindly host, which I was.

'You've got to take them off sooner or later, Tay,' I smiled doing my
avuncular bit. 'I won't look.'

'OK,' he smiled nervously and when I turned my back I heard him flounder
about a bit and then slip into the warm water. He gave a contented sigh and
then a little giggle. 'I've never taken all my clothes off in a stranger's
house.'

'No problems,' I sat on the lid of the toilet. 'Our customs are different
to yours clearly. You and Datton seem stilted and unnatural to Wolfy and
myself.'

'In what way,' he looked up from the bath and although still a little
flushed his deep crimson blush had gone .

'Well, we had a barbeque here late summer and we had orc boys, elves and
human boys and we all swum naked and played around... no big deal. Being
naked is more natural than being clothed when you think about it.'

'I suppose,' he giggled again. 'What are elves like naked?' Ah, such
innocence.

'Beautiful. Slim, trim and very well developed down there,' I pointed to my
crotch which brought a gale of laughter. Poor little sod nearly drown but
he was relaxing and that was the aim of the game. The problem came when he
had to get from the bath.

'Did they sleep over?' He asked shyly.

'Yeah,' I replied carelessly. 'One with Wolfy and one with myself.' Now
that was a downright lie but I didn't want to start getting into orgies at
that stage of the game.

'Wow,' he shuddered and I noticed him fumble under the water between his
legs. I grinned and I knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking
about naked elves and he was getting turned on. I wondered if comic boys
wanked, they certainly didn't on the coloured page but even characters must
have a few private moments. The bath went on forever and I had to hassle
him out of it before he turned into a wrinkly skinned hag.

'Come on,' I held the big towel out like a screen and averted my eyes. he
stepped out in a flurry of water and I started to dry him off. There was a
half hearted struggle as I knew he thought I was going to sit back down and
watch but I didn't, I was going for the kill. I dried his wriggling body
and eventually the blushing and embarassment seemed to fade and he just
stood there and then the first moan of pleasure as I dried between his legs
and rubbed under his perineum and then lightly kissed his smoothly rounded
belly. The prize was sticking out at a good four inches or so and was a
slender brown skinned beauty, his foreskin was on holiday and his red glans
was fully exposed. I grasped it using the towel and squeezed gently.

'Sorry, I got hard,' he was nearly in tears. 'I couldn't help it... don't
tell Datton.'

'I won't tell anyone,' I lied again and kissed him on his slender neck. I
slipped the overlarge t-shirt over his head and he stood barefooted with
the thing down to his knees showing just his brown face and thin
legs. 'Pretty as a picture,' I grinned and let him brush his hair. 'You
know this,' I grasped the front of his nightshirt feeling his stiff noodle
within.

'Yeah,' he croaked.

'I'll look after that in bed.'

'I'll do yours,' he muttered and after that I took him downstairs. Datton
and Wolfy were on the sofa and Datton was looking a bit flustered so I
reckon Wolfy had been trying a bit of his charm but they both looked as we
came down the stairs. Taylor stared defiantly at Datton and wriggled his
way into the centre of the sofa and glued his eyes onto he goggle
box. Wolfy looked at me and grinned. It was his turn now.

When the other two were upstairs in the bathroom and safely out of the way
Taylor edged in a little closer and I put my arm around him and pulled him
in. 'They'll catch us,' he squealed and wriggled but didn't pull away.

'We'll hear them coming down,' I grinned and kissed the top of his head and
then his smooth cheek.

'You make me feel all funny when you kiss me,' he mumbled back to his red
face. 'I've never been kissed by another boy.'

'Not even the Paladin man?'

'Nah,' he doesn't know I'm there half the time.'

'Yes, he does,' I pulled him in even closer and slipped my nearest hand
onto his warm thigh under his nightshirt.

'Don't,' he whined but his hand moved onto my jeans, he was moving in my
direction at last. This kid didn't need any potion, he was crying out for
it. 'I've never done anything like this... ever, ever.'

'There's a first time for everything, Taylor,' I moved my hand onto his
inner thigh feeling the silken skin and then the warmth of his stiffness
touched the back of my hand. 'Can you cum, Taylor?'

'Yeah, of course I can,' he giggled and turned his head. The want was
there, I could see it in his eyes and gently kissed him on the lips. He
sighed softly and returned the kiss and then gasped as I put my hand around
his stiff meat feeling it's warmth and boyish hardness. 'I'm oozing,' he
groaned and then kissed me this time. 'Datton told me I was a pervert when
he caught me having a bit of a play around.'

'You should have told him to piss off.'

'He's a pure and noble Paladin,' Taylor muttered and as they say there is
no answer to that.

'And you love him.'

'Yeah,' he whispered so faintly I just about heard him. Good. Wolfy and I
had a mission, we'd got a hit with Hansdel and Gotti, I was sure we could
do the same with this pair but first we had to take our commission, we
weren't running a charity. I heard movement upstairs and moved away a
little but not before squeezing his foreskin over his swoollen glans
feeling the dampness of his ooze. God, I wanted so to taste it but this
wan't the place or time, that would be upstairs in our nice big bed. Taylor
was about to receive some further education and the first thing he'd learn
was that a pleasure shared was a pleasure doubled.

A good half an hour latter Datton and Wolfy came down the stairs and I
couldn't help but notice that Wolfy's shaggy hair was damp, the crafty
bastard had bathed as well. I wondered if they'd shared or bathed
seperately and judging by the sheepish look on Datton's face I guessed the
latter. Wolfy must have been pulling his 'custom of our world'
stunt. Datton must be stupid but don't knock it, stupid kids can be good
sex.

I felt Taylor's leg rub against mine and as the other two went into the
kitchen he whispered. 'Wolfy's hair was wet, I wonder if they shared a
bath.'

'Well. they're sharing a bed.'

'Yeah, I wonder how Datton will handle that,' he said a trace of the bitch
in his voice.

'You worry about you and me, Tay.'

'I am,' he giggled but I heard the chink of mugs out in the kitchen and a
few minutes later a subdued Datton came from the kitchen and handed a mug
of steaming hot chocolate to Datton . He sat on a seperate armchair and a
moment later Wolfy came out with my mug. He gave me a quick nod which
indicated he'd dosed the drink or had his way with Dartton. I didn't know
and cared even less. I had Taylor all to myself very shortly and the Wolfy
and Datton aspect could sort itself out. Datton would go down tonight I was
sure of that. The television was finally off with a dire warning about more
snow to come and we just chatted generally about things that happened in
our woods. The boys were beginning to appreciate that we weren't joking,
they were surely on a different world. The surprise was that the Paladin
supposedly out for tasks and adventures was almost dejected, Taylor was as
happy as a sandboy (whatever they are). Perhaps he felt the freedom of a
new world and the news that we had no real boy eaters at large must have
counted.  I could have told him that a little sweety like him was more
likely to be sucked to death and have his tiny bottom plundered but I
didn't bother, he'd find out soon enough.

'Bedtime,' Wolfy declared as our little Black Forest clock clunked ten
clunks. This was the one Granny Hood had given us when we first got
together and showed a forester coming out of a little door and bashing a
wolf on the head with a big mallet, she was tickled pink with it and even
Wolfy got to love it.

'Like the nightshirt, Datton,' I risked a load of abuse I suppose but I
don't think he was an impolite boy.

'I feel like a girl, he snarled and then surprisingly enough smiled. 'Comfy
though.' That was enough for Taylor who had a good giggle unrtil I slapped
him on the back, poor little bugger was going to choke himself. The boys
said goodnight to each other as if they were off to be executed and we
headed for our seperate rooms.

'Which side do I sleep,' Taylor hovered nervously by the bed.

'Take your pick,' I grinned and started to unbuttom my jeans. 'I'm going to
have a quick bath and join you.'

'Ooh...er,' he grinned and slipped into the bed and snuggled under the big
eiderdown. 'Nice and cosy,' he muttered and looked at me as I peeled my
jeanns off and tugged my shirt over my head.

'Don't peep.'

He sighed dramatically and turned his back on me as I stood naked and made
for the bath leaving him to it for the moment.

I came back shortly after and towelled off in the bedroom which was quite
warm for the moment but I knew my bedroom. Once the fire died down below
the top rooms got very cold and looking out of the window I could see it
was still snowing. Taylor was on his side turned away from the centre of
the bed and asleep or pretending to be. I finished drying and still naked
peeled back the bedding and slipped in with him leaving the room dimly lit
by the small nightlight. I cuddled upto his warm body and reaching down
stroked by his knee and up raising his nightshirt in the process.

'I don't think my little Tay is asleep,' I whispered and lapped at his ear,
his giggles proved me right but I had his nightshirt up now and caressed
his smooth torso studiously avoiding his jerking pecker. Our passion potion
and his natural boy urges were working well. 'Get it off,' I shucked the
cottom flimsy up under his arms and soundlessly he let me remove it over
his head. A second later his warm, smooth and naked body was in my arms.

'Oh, Red,' he sighed and this time he kissed me, the first of many but he
started it. His hardness slipped against mine as we went belly to belly and
I clasped his smooth little boy bottom revelling in the tightness and the
springiness at the same time. It was perfect and so was he. Demanding but
not too much, keen but not sluttish. He just didn't know what to do but I
did.  I lay him onto his back and gave him a quick peck on his cute nose
and gazed into his sparkling eyes.

'You want this?'

'Yeah,' he croaked and ruffled my hair as I sucked and kissed at his throat
and then moved onto his nipples. I gently held his hot hardness and just
gently moved the loose skin up and down whilst kissing down onto his
flattened belly. He had to know what came next and I think he had an
inkling as he moaned and tried to push my head down as I felt the first
slip of his oozing glans against my cheek. I turned my head slightly and
let his jerking hips feed it into my mouth.  I gently sucked as I felt his
firm but slippery glans in my throat and I tasted his thirteen year old
precum, sweet and precious and I pigged out sucking and slobbering over his
stiff noodle until he finally started fucking into my mouth... he was a
quick learner. 'I'm so hard,' he whined.

I quickly siezed my chance and slipping free with his protests in my ears
lay on my back and told him to kneel astride my chest. Still grumping and
probably a bit intruiged he did as I'd told him and he got the idea as I
grasped his narrow hips and drew his groin to my face. I had to flathand
his smooth belly apart from a fuzz of pubics as he started to fuck into my
mouth. The thing was my hands soon moved from his hips onto his smooth
buttocks and I had the prize in my hands in a manner of speaking. I probed
into his crack and toyed with his pucker still warm and slightly sweaty. As
he lost himself in the pleasure of my mouth, I licked my forefinger and
pushed against his hole feeling it part and admit me to his hot tunnel.

'Aaaaah... Red,' he wailed and fucked faster as I delved deep and stoked
his boyish prostate. The next thing I felt without any warning were his wet
and juicy squirts in my mouth as he slipped in for the last time and left
it in. Suited me, I swallowed his creamy boy cum and sucked him dry still
forcing him into my mouth with my finger up inside his bottom. He fell off
me and I turned still with my probe in his tight little passage and he
acepted it giving a little squeeze now and then. 'I'm still hard and...'

'And what?'

'I can't say it,' he muttered and squeezed on my moving finger.

'Whisper,' I spoke into his ear. 'Our secret, Tay.'

'I like the feel of you in me. Feels weird but nice.'

'Wanna try the real thing?' The key question and I held my breath awaiting
his reply.

'Yeah but only if I get to do you as well,' he licked my ear. 'I don't want
you telling Datton I'm a big girl.'

'I wouldn't do that, Tay.'

'Will it hurt?'

'Not if I relax that little muscle of yours first,' I breathed slowly and
started to kiss down his chest again but I had a different destination. He
didn't fight me or play coy he just accepted and that was nice. He gave a
little giggle when I sucked his balls and then lapped my way between his
legs and then munched on his tight little hole.

'This is so dirty,' he chuckled in the gloom. 'Datton would be disgusted,
he'd freak.'

'Knowing my Wolfy he couild be doing the same right now... the same as you,
unless Wolfy's letting him go first.'

'Really?' Taylor squealed and then relaxed, I suppose the thought of Datton
going therough the same ordeal or pleasure calmed him a little. Anyway, as
I opened his legs he willingly spread them and when I spread some of
Granny's gel on his fanny he sighed with pleasure at the coolness and the
spicey smell. I know this stuff worked, Wolfy and I had road tested it and
it relaxed the tight little muscle and curiously enough increased the
pleasure. KY, eat your heart out. 'Ooooh...' Taylor flinched and then
groaned as my twin digits pentrated him and slowly fucked their way in
until my knuckles stopped at his portal... he was just about ready, I
wasn't a giant after all.

I slipped my fingers free in the end and gently took him and with a couple
of moans and groans I joined with him, joined in the flesh and the
passion. He loved it and after the stretching and the filling he just loved
me moving inside him and clamped and relaxed on me as I slowly and gently
disposed of his virginity. He was now ready for Datton but would Datton be
ready for him. I didn't care, we had a long winter's night ahead of us and
we had a long way to go.

We lay on our sides now under the bedding and I gently took him all the
way, I handled his weeping hardness praying that he didn't cum and he
didn't... goody. I shagged my little heart out into his little arse as well
and the finale was one I was proud of. I surged my boy spunk deep inside
him and he wriggled and gasped as my hot splashes coated his insides and
flooded him oozing from his well stretched pucker.

'Wow,' that was so weird,' he groaned and tried to kiss me craning his head
at an impossible angle. I slipped free and rammed a towel between his
slippery buttocks and rolling him, holding him tightly and shoving my
tongue as far down his throat as I could get. Did I say he loved
it... yeah, right.

He clung to me and humped against my thigh kissing and grunting like a
little animal but in the end I guided his now really slimey cock to my hole
and let him push in. The he started and he really was like an orc on
heat. Unlike Manfred he couldn't make it last but I forgave him, he was a
novice and our early morning one would last longer, he, he!

We lay in our warm fug and cuddled trading lazy kissed gazing into each
other's eyes. He'd enjoyed it and that was the main thing, no aches and
pains just a fluid squishyness in his belly which he seemed to like, he was
actually still fondling my floppy cock trying to liven it up. It would but
not just now.

'You need to sleep, Tay.'

'Can't we do it again?' He begged.

'Later,' I promised. 'But there are mechanics involved.'

'Yeah, I guessed that,' he laughed and slipped from the bed with my towel
still between is legs and made a rush for the bathroom. Good, he wasn't a
complete dummy. I suppose it was an anti climax to say that when he
returned we lay there in the flicker of the oil lamp and I told him about
my world and gently coaxed his story from him. It was confusing but the
underlying strain was that he followed Datton around like a dog and he was
in love with the blond curly haired twerp. He denied it, he said he had
'funny feelings' but it was love, I was old enough and wise enough to know
what he wanted. He wanted a good old fashioned shag with his hero and after
that... who knows. I would love to compare notes with Wolfy but that would
have to keep until after breakfast. I had another peep from the window and
sighed with relief, the snow was hammering down and must have been halfway
up the front door by now.

The situation was perfect, snowed in with sufficent food and logs and
hosting two very young and inexperienced darlings. I was happy as I held
Taylor as he drifted off to sleep, I just hoped Wolfy was doing well witht
he older boy.

We slept like a pair of children but I awoke early and risked another peep
from the window. The snow was deep and the woods were silent, it was a
white world and I had a hot body to cuddle upto... I visited the bathroom
and sporting a morning glory in spite of an incredible pee rushed back to
the bedroom.

'Wow,' Taylor peeped over the top of the bedding and grinned. 'That's
huge.'

'It's not all that,' I said modestly as I slipped back into the
warmth. God, this kid knew which buttons to press. I cuddled him and rolled
on top and fed my hardness between his smooth thighs and he clamped on me
with a grin. 'Nice.' I moved slowly getting harder and harder.

'Do you want me again?' He blushed and tried to avoid my eyes which is
difficult when you're face to face.

He was as hard as a garden gnome as I pressed my belly down onto his noodle
and I could feel his slime. Jeez, this kid was so horny or probably
frustrated I couldn't hold back.

'I wanna make love to you face to face and then I want you to return the
favour.'

'Great,' he giggled happily. He hardly needed any leading, I guided his
legs upwards and he quite naturally held his knees to his chest presenting
his boy fanny to me hidden by the bedding. I positioned myself and without
any difficulty pushed into his delicious warmth and we joined again only
this time we were face to face and his lips met mine for a rather doggy
breath early morning kiss. I soon forgot that as I started to move and he
whimpered his pleasure as I took him all the way.



			 To be continued in Part 2



This one got too big so I decided on a two parter... maybe tell the next
part from Taylor's point of view.

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