Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 08:44:52 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Addlestone Boys - 2

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff or allow minors access but you knew
that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.

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ADDLESTONE BOYS



2 - LITTLE PETER



by



G. Cutter



I don't know what time I awoke but it was still dark and typical
Addlestone, that is as dead as a doornail. One thing was different when I'd
gone to sleep I'd been behind cuddling Jake and now it was the other way
around. I could feel his warm skin against mine and his arms around me. I
gently disentangled myself and went to the bathroom to do the
necessaries. I peered through the nets at the deserted High Street, there
was a Police car parked up over the road and I suspect they were waiting
for any speeders belting through the built up area as that was about the
maximum in crime in our little burg. I didn't bother with the heavy
curtains as the room wasn't overlooked by anyone, I just looked back into
the darkness where Jake slept. Time for Round Two, I was fit he was asleep
but not for long.

This time when I got into the bed I was behind him again and snuggled upto
his warm body, he gave a little mumble and rolled onto his back and quickly
fell back into his regular deep sleep breathing. Of his own accord he
turned again but this time it was to face me and I reached down to feel his
warmth, to my surprise he was hard and his boy cock was fully swollen and
stiff, he must be having happy dreams. I reckon I must have smiled as I
slipped my own hardness between his legs and hugged him to me making little
movements between his smooth brown thighs. His breath fanned my face as I
nuzzled at his slender neck and reached around to grasp his tight little
bottom.

'Wassup?' he mumbled.

'Sleep,' I whispered and rolled him onto his back laying on his belly
mashing our erections together and kissing his sweet lips, so OK, he smelt
a bit of Chinese but no matter. Very slowly and at a snails pace I worked
my way between his legs and as he slept on raised them to his chest, it was
at this stage he gradually became awake.

'Whatcha doing, as if I didn't know,' he muttered sleepily and rested his
calves on my shoulders. 'They call this a full frontal,' he informed me and
I saw his teeth flash in his brown face. 'Ouch...' he flinched as my oiled
finger penetrated his tautly spread ring. 'That's alright,' he whispered
after a moment and just before my lips sank onto his.

He sighed as my finger slid free and tensed up as my pre-oiled glans nudged
at his ring.

'Aaaaaah...' he gave a long shuddering sigh as I took him from the front
for the very first time, as he'd said, a full frontal and the only way. I
gradually worked my way into his lithe body and he moaned and clung to me
as I slowly pentrated him until my root was close against his spread pucker
and my pubics nestled under his smooth scrotum. 'Jeeesuz, Micky,' he clung
to me and I could see tears at the corner of his eyes. 'That was a bummer,'
he gave a little giggle and experimentally clamped on my organ.

'Good boy,' I hunkered back on my ankles and hauled him up so that he was
sitting on my thighs fully impaled on my rampant cock. He wrapped his arms
around me and slowly moved on me adjusting and easing himself.

'That feels huge, it's grown.'

'It's just in deeper, baby,' I reassured him and lay him back down again
leaning over him and started to move in and out. He held my hips and his
legs slipped down onto my back.

'Damn right,' he gave little huffs and puffs as I began to service him.

He was good sex, in fact, for a kid he was marvellous sex, and for a recent
virgin he was bloody incredible. He clung to me and moved when I moved and
after a little while he started to encourage me. I wasn't a little cock
either, I had a good six plus, it was moving in and out of his slick and
tight boy pussy and he was beginning to get with it by his mutterings.

Yeah, harder, harder.' I could barely hear him and he probably wouldn't
admit what he'd said later not that I'd remind him. He needed to keep his
self respect and begging for cock wasn't included in the script. I was
boiling, I could feel my hot cum churning in my balls so I slowed down a
bit, let him pig out a bit, he was having fun and so was I. 'Whatcha
stopped for?' He looked at me as I stilled and just kissed him pleasuring
myself in his tightness and his warmth.

'I think I'm falling in love.' Pretty supid thing to say but I was getting
carried away. I also seemed to be getting harder, I had the burning and the
itch, I had to finish. I started to move within him again.

'Lust more like,' he grinned and clung to me even harder as I rammed and
thrust my way to my climax.

When I came at last it was like I was being drained of every fluid ounce of
essence in my body. I groaned and almost yelled as I felt my red hot cum
shoot into his body and he writhed on my jerking cock and then went limp as
I finished pounding and flopped on his weat soaked body. I could feel my
spunk trickling from his battered hole onto my legs and pubics. I was done
and so was he, in the dawning light I could see splashes of his own boy
spunk on his belly, he'd cum whilst I was taking him.

It was a mutual ejaculation and I was pleased. It may not be correct or
even make sense but I was a believer in the fact that when someone cums
when you fucked them there was a certain feeling there, just a little bit
more than sex. I think I was in love which was pretty sad but maybe he felt
the same way which was even sadder. I was a slut, I couldn't be faithful to
him if I tried, I had the old roving eye and no way could I help it. It was
in my genes all the same, I did love the scraggy little sod.

As I slipped free I shoved the towel between his legs, even in moments of
high romance you have to take care of basics.

'Feels like a jamrag,' he giggled and clamped his legs.

'Charming.'

I gave him a swift peck and traced my tongue down his boyish chest arriving
at the splashes and puddles of his cum and lapped at them cleaning and
washing his belly and his tight pubic bush.

'Yeuchy,' he held my head and squealed. 'You are so disgusting.' I did
note, however, that he didn't try and push me away he just played with my
hair.

'Tastes rather bland, you need a good meal.'

'I wanna good one of what you just had but it's a bit limpo at the moment.'

'So it seems,' I took his cum stained softness in my mouth and soon cured
his problem. His shaft filled out and his swollen knob slid free from it's
foreskin. 'Sleep.'

'Spoilsport,' he scowled and cuddled into me. The dawn had arrived but it
was summer and we had a long way to go before we needed to get out of our
bed.

I drifted off cuddling him again and the next time I awoke the sun was
streaming into the room filtered by the net curtains but it was going to be
another hot one. One glance at the clock and I was out of bed. A quarter to
nine and I was supposed to be at work for nine. I grabbed the extension and
phoned in, the Manager wasn't too happy but swallowed the story of me being
sick and quite happy to take the day as one that he owed me and in the end
after a short lecture I was back in bed. Young Jake was out for the count
and I actually toyed with going for a third but held off bearing in mind
what he was already carrying. A quick peep and I could see that he was
sleeping with the small handtowel still firmly clamped up against his
bottom, mind you, his penis was still at full stretch. He gave a mumble and
rolled onto his back which was good enough for me, the tea could wait.

I played with him a bit licking and lapping at his dark brown nipples but
soon lost patience and tongued down his flat belly to his fully extended
penis taking it into my mouth. A few moments later he gave another groan
and I felt the rythm of his breathing change. His hands settled on my head
and he started slowly prodding into my mouth, my little boyfriend was
awake.

'I'll make some tea after this.'

'Whatever,' he whispered and played with my ears as I started to run my
lips up and down his surprisingly solid shaft taking him in deep right down
to my choke point. I ran my hands up and down his sides relishing the feel
of his smooth skin and finally settling for toying with his smooth scrotum
as it got tighter and tighter. I thought he might have wanted sex but
perhaps he was too played out, in any event he still thrust into my mouth
going harder and deeper until he was basically fucking my face which sounds
bad but ain't all that.

I ran my tongue around the flared rim of his glans and tickled the pee slit
and then went back down the shaft as I felt is suddenly get harder and
thicker, his hands dropped away and he let out one wavering moan and let go
with his thick streamers of hot spunk deep into the back of my throat. I
thought I'd cum well in the night but he'd spunked at the same time and he
did the same again. The recover rate of kids his age never ceases to
amaze. I munched on his almost solid cream as it covered my teeth and gums
and then sucked him dry squeezing his cock like a tube of toothpaste.

'You dog' he whispered and pulled me up alongside him. We shared the taste
of his cum. 'Was that you on the phone?'

'No one else here, sweet cheeks.'

'True, he grinned. 'Lay there, I've got to go to the toilet and I'll make
some tea.'

'Two sugars,' I threw the bedding clear and lay in the morning sunlight
letting what air there was to my body as he left the room clutching his
towel like that kid in Peanuts does with his comfort
blanket. Linus... that's the one. I used to have a crush on Charlie Brown
when I was younger but don't broadcast it. I settle for yaoi and anime
now. I'd have to try some out on Jake and see how he liked them.

He took his time but he smelt a sight sweeter when he returned and walked
carefully with two steaming mugs in his hands. I don't blame the careful
bit, he was still naked and looked a vision... perhaps the tea did it.

'I borrowed your toothbrush,' he informed me after sitting on the bed. 'I
didn't think it mattered too much after you know what.'

'No probs.' After all the sucking and mouth to mouth a toothbrush was a
mere detail. 'Wanna walk down the car showroom by The Magnet later on?'

'You going to buy a car?' He asked excitedly.

'I'm going to look,' I grinned. 'Get some prices in my head, maybe pick up
the Thames Trader from the newagents.'

'Hey, great.'

'You can help me get some shopping in after that.'

'Not so great.'

'Visit your mate, Peter.'

'Back to great,' he grinned. 'Do you fancy him?'

'I don't know, I didn't take a lot of notice of the kid.'

'That's because you were oggling the long and lanky Andy, the seven inch
wonder.'

'Yeah, well...' I looked at him and smiled just a little. 'You have the
hots for this kid, Peter. That's pretty obvious. I suppose you invite him
over here and show him a bit of that French film and he'll hop into bed
with you... is that the master plan?'

'Well, something like that,' he sat up on the bed. 'I'm bloody certain he's
up for it, almost anyway.'

'Well, we'll see what happens but don't involve me,' I stroked his smooth
leg. 'You do your thing and I'll play supporting actor sort of thing.'

'OK,' he looked a bit uncertain but he wasn't backing off. He'd clearly
found himself a safe house and a lover and he was going to make full use of
both. He wasn't all that devious really just a bit swifter at grabbing an
opportunity than most. 'He was looking at you, you know.'

'He had to look somewhere,' I laughed.

'No,' he excaimed impatiently. 'That look, you know the oggle look, like
the one you gave me in the shop yesterday.'

'Maybe,' I watched him as he settled his empty mug on the bedside table and
grabbed him, he came into my arms quite willingly.

'You stink,' he cuddled up and grinned. 'Stinky Micky.'

'Cheers.'

We were up around ten and in spite of him having had a quicky as he put it
we shared a bath and shower again. Lots of soapy mauling and the usual
erections but I think our sights were quite firmly set on food. I wasn't a
masterchef or even a half decent one but managed to muster a mountain of
toast and marmalade plus a cereal and fruit juice for my guest. He was
happy enough anyway and I promised to do a bit better for lunch. We'd no
sooner finished eating than he was on his feet and across the car park to
his little mates. I sat in the window bay watching him return across the
expanse of sun blasted tarmac and sighting me at the window he gave a wave,
he must have struck oil. By the time he got up the stairs he was sweating
but grinning.

'He's cursing a blue streak... his mum's got him sorting out the garden but
he'll be over around one, he's got the flat number.'

'Fine, time for us to get some shopping in,'

'And check out the cars,' he reminded me.

We went the long way around to the showroom which was at the end of the
High Street as I didn't want to pass my own shop and get sighted and as I'd
said to him we acted out the part of casual browsers rather than interested
buyers, it saved some keen salesman bending our ear or ears. Some good ex
Company cars all around the six to seven grand, a couple of Fiestas
considerably cheaper but it was horses for courses. For mini cabbing I
needed a roomy car which also meant one that looked the part, mini cabbing
in a Fiesta was a bit of a no no. Then again for a cheap and cheerful run
around a Fiesta was ideal. The problem was insurance, I was going to get
charged the earth because of my age, the cheap option was to get a small
car (at a small price) and go for a Third Party only... the cheapest of the
cheap. The mini cabbing wasn't all that straightforward, I knew there was a
further insurance a 'hire and reward' but I didn't know the details. Sod
it, go with the flow.  The thing was I could have gone for the expensive
option but how many nights cabbing would I have to do to get my money back?

In the end I left undecided but still with that yearning to have wheels,
dunno why, I never went anywhere but that was because I didn't have
wheels. Catch 22 or something?

The annoying thing was that it was hot enough to want to get out on the
open road and suck deisel into your lungs and admire fields of concrete
with a sweet chick by your side, I was stuck with a slutboi swimmer in the
hottest flat in the Home Counties. Never mind, we had Peter for lunch. To
get it straight, we were entertaining Peter for lunch. I dragged the
protesting Jake into Tescos and made him push the trolley, if looks could
have killed I'd have been stone dead.

'This is so gay,' he whined trailing me down the aisles.

'Shut up,' I paused at the chemist's section. 'Shall I get half a dozen
tubes of KY?'

'Shhhhh...' he hissed and cowered behind a heap of something or the other.

We managed to get loaded up and then had the job of trucking this lot over
the main road back to my place once again taking the long way around to
avoid my shop and the evil eyes within. Jake was scurrying along trying to
hide behind me and I expect he was worried about bumping into any family or
friends. By the time we tottered up the stairs to my place we were both
well and truly shagged. Jake fell into an armchair and dropped his share of
carrier bags by his side. 'I am totally fucked,' he declared going into his
act.

'Not yet, baby,' I gave him a Groucho with the eyebrows.

'Perv,' he grinned stretching his legs and diving into one of the
bags. He'd got himself a pair of cheap linen shorts in the store and
dragged them out. 'These'll be a bit cooler.'

'In weather like this I just walk around in my briefs, no one overlooks
us,' I pulled off my trainers and wriggled my toes. 'My feet are cooking.'

'I know, I can smell 'em.'

'I've got to make a phone call and we'll sort out a bit of lunch for when
Peter arrives, break the ice a little.'

'Those Frogs shagging'll break the ice,' Jake sniggered. 'What's the phone
call...' he added and then looked a little bit shamefaced but only a
little. 'Sorry.'

'No matter,' I rummaged around for my yesterday's newspaper. 'I saw a
secondhand Volvo for sale locally and it looked interesting.'

'Gonna look at it,' Jake sounded eager. 'Where is it?'

'Don't know, it's a local number though. Give me a bit of hush and I'll
give them a ring.'

'Go on then,' he sat opposite me and grinned clearly intent on listening to
my conversation... it looked like I'd got myself a bloody wife.

I got a hit first time and the person who answered, a lady told me that the
car was still available and that I was welcome to walk around and have a
look as it was about a mile away from me in a slightly posher area of
Addlestone. I arranged to go around at three which would mean leaving Jake
and his mate Peter alone but then again that might not be a bad idea. If
they had a bit of monkey business in mind that would be their time. I told
Jake and he seemed pleased, I expect his devious mind was plotting and
planning already.

'Gives you time to shag your pal.'

'What if I get him in bed whilst you're out?' He looked at me and
laughed. 'You never know your luck.'

'Keep him in bed... tell him he has rent to pay if he want's to make free
in my bed.'

'Right,' Jake giggled. 'You've got it, if he plays the virgin bit you can
have me and he can watch.'

Thanks,' I said dryly and ruffled his hair. 'Let's get lunch sorted. Set
the table for three, wifey.'

'Less of the wife bit, chum,' he did his rather attractive little mock
snarl but followed me to the kitchen and started to sort out knives and
forks. We were getting quite domesticated.

A meal for boys is easy. Chips, chips, chips and tomato sauce... well, that
goes for English kids anyway. I didn't fancy a greasy so settled for some
nice thick cut ham that I'd bought, tomatoes, lettuce and other
salad. Something nice and fresh, not too heavy and not too unhealthy. I'd
normally settle for fish and chips or a pizza but sitting around a table
like civilised people is nice once in a while and I don't often entertain
and certainly not a couple of schoolies. I think the weather was getting to
me, I opened the casement windows in the lounge and as an extra put the fan
on. By the time Jake set the table and I had the chips on a slow cook the
place loooked quite reasonable, far removed from a vice den and with a bit
of luck Peter would relax before Jake did his big hit.

If I played my cards right I'd be Volvo viewing whilst Jake made his move,
if anything went wrong I could claim to be an innocent bystander or that
was my plan. If Jake scored I was in clover in a manner of speaking. A
win-win situation or what?

We saw little Peter coming across the car park and he walked as if he was
stupified with the heat, he had long shorts on, you know, the ones that
come halfway down the calves and also wore a huge baseball cap that covered
his blonde crew. Wise kid, that sun was hot enough to raise blisters on
blondies, it didn't matter too much with myself and Jake, it just got us
hot and sweaty... and sexed up.

'Jeez... is that nice or what?' Jake nearly fell out of the window waving
down at his pal.

'Nice,' I agreed. He was little and I felt a bit guilty but Jake had said
that the boy was little in stature only, he was pretty fourteenish where it
counted whatever that meant. Anyway, this was Jake's little pull and I was
basically hopping around like an old crow waiting for the crumbs to fall. I
know, that's a hell of a way to put it but it was the only simile that
sprang to mind. You try writing this crap on a Sunday morning. By the time
Peter got to the top landing and the door he was red faced and puffing like
an old steam engine.

'Hi di hi, bro,' Jake answered and let him in.

'I'm shagged,' Peter panted.

'Not yet you ain't,' Jake answered with his cackle. Jeez... we were off
already.

'You should be so lucky,' Peter laughed. They came into the lounge and
Peter nodded at me cautiously as Jake got him seated and produced a cold
drink. My trainee or student was doing his hosting bit quite well.

'How'd the gardening go?' Jake sat as I did and relaxed.

'Too bloody hot,' Peter grimaced. 'Mind you it's done and that's me
finished for the day.'

'Eats in five,' I declared and decamped to the kitchen, Jake could take
over the entertaining bit. I wasn't quite sure how this little adventure
was going to progress, I'm inclined to go with the 'twos a pair and threes
a shambles' theory but time would tell and when I left them along things
may happen... or they might not.

I returned with the first two plates and they were already up at the table
waiting expectantly, I felt myself slipping into the role of mum. Just like
the son having one of his pals around although I wasn't feeling all that
motherly I behaved myself waiting for Jake to put his foot in it. It had to
happen, Jake had all the tact of a bulldozer.

'You come around this morning?' Peter asked through a mouthful of lettuce,
he had Jake's style I noticed, fill your mouth witrh food and then speak
through it, really couth.

'Nah, sleptover.'

'Oh,' Peter looked a little taken aback although he shot me a glance. He
wanted to ask questions but the tyke was caught between politeness and his
natural nosiness. 'Not bad TV last night.'

He was probably just making conversation or covering the awkward gap but
he'd played right into Jake's sticky hands.

'Yeah? We watched a film didn't we Micky?'

'We did,' I agreed and concentrated on my food.

'Whatcha watch?' Peter seemed to like walking into it.

'A French thing, young Frogs shagging.' I noticed Jake omitted the sex of
the young Frogs.

'Ah,' Peter nodded wisely although his brain must have been in a turmoil. I
wondered if he had the slightest inkling of Jake's little game, mind you
here he was and he had stated that he didn't have to rush off.

'Very stiffy making,' Jake mumbled through another mouthful of food. I'd
have to have a motherly chat about his table manners given time.

No speaking with your mouth full, no elbows on the table (why
not?)... never mind, I never did understand the elbows one.

Peter giggled and glanced at me again. 'Was it yours, Micky.'

'Of course it was,' Jake answered for me. 'You don't think I truck dirty
vids all over town do you?'

'Wouldn't put it past you,' Peter giggled. 'Jeez, I pong,' he delicately
half lifted his arm and took a sniff. 'Sorry... gardening,' he looked
contrite probably thinking sniffing armpits wasn't what quite you did in
high society. Still, as I said, he did lead with his chin, Jake was in
there like a rocket.

'You can have a shower later,' he offered the kid the use of my bathroon.

'And you,' I butted in.

Jake sat there like the cat who'd nicked the cream. 'Ah, we'll share. We
share at the pool.'

Peter just coloured a bit and kept silent.

'Finsh up, I've got some ice cream and mixed fruit to finish.'

I took the plates and provided them with their second and final course, at
least we'd wasted an hour and I'd have to go out shortly to look at this
car. I wondered how Jake was going to progress his little seduction but I
was soon to find out.

'We can have a shower and watch the film after this,' he suggested
brightly.

'What?' Peter looked bewildered.

'We can have a shower and then watch the film after this as Mick has to go
out,' Jake repeated slowly. 'It's a good film,' he added.

'Whatever,' Peter shrugged and dived into his ice cream... he didn't dive
as in swimming but you know what I mean.

'I'll probably go and leave you to it after you've done the washing up,' I
sat back and thought about things. It was probably better if I gave Jake
the run of the place and let him get on with it plus I didn't want to be
late for my appointment, I thought I knew where the place was but I wasn't
sure. The advertisement in the paper had sounded attractive and I didn't
want to lose out. I could produce five hundred quid easy enough but I
couldn't get it out of the Bank until tomorrow and I didn't know how keen
the owner was for a quick sale. If the car was half as good as the ad. I
had a deal on my hands, I needed to give it a good look over first though.

'Come on, Pierre la poof poof,' Jake stood up and started grabbing plates.

'Shurrup,' Peter laughed and gave me that sideways glance again. Poor kid,
he didn't know what the score was at all and that was why I wanted to get
out of it. It was better if Jake said what he had to and filled me in later
on. If they were sitting there with black eyes and cut lips when I came
back I could assume the romance was off, if they were shagging that would
be a different matter. I was hoping for the latter but then again I would
be, wouldn't I?

They did the washing up and I heard them laughing and chatting away in the
kitchen down the hall, Peter seemed to be coming out of his shell a little
and I guessed that he'd be asking Jake some pointed questions about where
he'd slept, etc. etc. You know, the investigative journalism bit. They were
back in no time at all and I immediately saw that they both had their
shirts off and quite pretty they were too. I'd got used to Jake's slim
brown skinned body by now but Peter was just as nice in his own way. A lot
smaller and less well muscled but all the same a trim swimmer's body with
just the trace of puppy fat visible in a bit of a spare tyre around his
very boysish and almost munchable belly. Boy's bellies are one of my things
by the way, bellies and other bits of boys.

'We're gonna have a shower in a minute,' Jake announced boldly, Peter stood
slightly behind him as if sheltering.

Help yourself,' I said casually, 'I'm off in a bit.'

'Leave that film and the other one you mentioned, the Russian bits and
pieces,' Jake grinned. 'I need to get Peter going.'

'Shurrup,' Peter wailed and went a delicate shade of pink.

'If you want to flop out and chill use the bedroon,' I offered tongue in
cheek and much to my surprise they both nodded. Both of them, now there's a
thing. Mind you I was forgetting that being in a Swimming Club they were
far more used to being around each other half naked and completely naked,
it didn't have the stigma if you like of other school sports. The trend
nowadays was for the naked body to be frowned upon even when cleaning up
after sports. We were heading for Retro Victoriana. By the time the
fundamentalist Moslems and Christians were finished kids would be showering
in their underwear, table legs would have little skirts and dogs would have
rubber knickers. Let's hope we didn't regress as far as rickets and leprosy
and don't forget children up chimneys... ah, the good old days.

I suppose in a perfect world the fundamentalists would kill each other off
and the slobs and pervs would inherit the earth.

Anyway, back to Addlestone.

They did their disappearing act and immediately after the laughing and
giggling started up. If they never got around to sex they were having a
good time at least and by the time I was ready for my walkabout they were
closeted in the bathroom. I knocked on the door to let them know I was on
my way and I heard Jake call out that it was open.  Not quite believing my
luck I took that statement as an invitation and pushed the door open.

Wow... talk about joy. There they were, both standing in the bath and Jake
was showering Peter who stood covered in suds. His slender body was
absolutely beautiful and it was clear that Jake thought the same, his dark
brown cock jutted from his belly like a battering ram, even Peter who
wasn't all that small in the genitalia department was fully filled out and
his semi erect penis was hanging heavily from a scattering of blonde pubic
hairs.

'Good luck,' I gulped and closed the door. Business called and Jake was
doing alright on his own.

The sun was thrashing down and I was beginning to regret my venturing out,
the streets were deserted as they get on a busy weekday with the kids on
holidays. I suspect most people were indoors running fans and running up
electricity bills. Unlike the States we don't go for air conditioning a lot
although with climate change that may alter in the coming years. I was at
the ladies place fifteen minutes ahead of time and was pleased to see a
blocky old Volvo parked in the drive all gleaming and looking rather
smart. It was a Y Reg so getting on a bit but still looked in good
nick. Casual observation told me that the four tyres were as god as new and
that the motor was free of superfical dents or damage. I was peering in the
side window when a female voice spoke behind me.

'Can I help you?'

'I'm Mr Carter,' I turned. 'I had an appointment for three but I'm sorry,
I'm a bit early.'

'Oh yes,' she smiled and produced a set of keys. 'Have a look inside and
under the bonnet and see what you think.'

That was what I was waiting for, as she aimlessly wandered around checking
out her flowerbeds and keeping an eye on me I checked out the car
itself. For a pretty old car it looked in good nick, nice radio at least. I
pulled the bonnet catch and had a look at the engine and it all appeared
fine to me although I was no mechanic. I saw a service sticker complete
with mileage and checked it against the speedo, the thing had only done
about ten miles since it's last service and that service was dated nine
months previously. The car had been laid up for nine months... curious. I
checked the Road Tax and it was valid for another six months, even more
curious. The beast had been taxed when it was sitting idle.

'Five hundred pounds is very cheap,' she observed from over my shoulder.

'Looks a good deal,' I stepped to the rear of the car.

'Open it,' she prompted.

I did. I swung the hatch up and had a look about in the cargo area I
suppose you'd call it as it was an estate and everything was in
order. Spare wheel, jack and odds and sods all seemed brand new.

'You're a lot younger than I expected,' she looked at me and smiled. 'Isn't
it a little big for you?'

'Maybe,' I smiled in return. 'But if you can hold it I can have five
hundred pounds around here tomorrow lunchtime and take it away... presuming
it runs that is.'

'Try it,' she looked at me as I got into the driver's seat. 'She'll go
without choke in this weather.'

She was right. The damn thing started like a motor should. A meaty rumble
as it was a Swedish tank after all and then a steady purr, this car was the
buy of the century, I just hoped that it didn't have any hidden faults like
a knackered gearbox of a gutted engine. That's the trouble with buying a
second hand car off the street, it was very much a case of buyer beware,
once the money has changed hands that's it.

'Nice,' I observed turning it off and noting there was no over-run, she was
tuned up well.'

'It has a history.'

Shit. Here it comes, it's fresh from a crash and an insurance
job. 'Really?'

'It was my husband's and he died.' I made the appropriate sounds but she
went on. 'It's far too big for me and I got a smaller car which is in the
garage. I just want to see the back of this and set a cheap price to move
it quickly. This car was his pride and joy and he used to spend a fortune
on it.'  She looked at me again. 'So, Mr Carter, you have a good deal.'

'Tomorrow, twelve thirty sharp?'

'It's a deal,' she smiled again and after recovering the keys shook my hand
and invited me in for a cold drink which I declined. I wasn't into recently
widowed ladies nice as she was, I had my own geese to catch to shamble up
the metaphors. We parted with another handshake and I took a slow walk
home. I was very nearly a vehicle owner and I needed to sort out some
insurance, I should have taken more details of the car but that would keep,
I'd only be driving it around to the flat and hopefully I wouldn't hit
anyone on the way. I wondered how the lads were getting on and decided to
pop into the pub for a couple of cold drinks, the boys would probably
appreciate my absence more than my attendance, well, I would in their
place.

I'd forgotten that I'd been early for my appointment and I didn't really
fancy sitting in the pub for too long so I had one pint of something cold
and and a couple of sandwiches and then I was on my way home. I guess it
was around half four that I twinkle toed up the stairs trying not to make
too much noise. I opened the door to the flat and closed it quietly behind
me, the flat was as quiet as the grave and I wondered briefly if they'd
gone out, had a scrap, got bored even?

The lounge was empty although the porno was running on the TV with the
sound off and at last I heard sounds from the front room, the
bedroom. Creeping around the corner of the passage I pushed the slightly
ajar door open a little bit more.

I could see Jake's naked brown form with a glossy coat of sweat moving up
and down, in and out, his tight arse clenching at every thrust. All I could
see of little Peter were his skinny white legs up and clamped on Jake's
back and his paler hands on Jake's bony hips...  I could hear him though.

'Come on. Jakey. Go for it...'

							...................................

Jake

Micky wanted me to give a rundown on what happened after he left the flat
so here goes.

As he's told you he looked in on us on his way out, luckily Pete had his
eyes fully of soap otherwise he'd have freaked at seeing Micky but he
didn't, so he didn't (is that English?). As soon as I heard the door shut I
went into action , I pulled Peter's wriggling form onto me and rubbed my
well and truly hardon up against his slippery belly feeling his arms go
around my waist... well, he wasn't fighting me off at any rate.

'We should have a rinse off and watch a bit of tele,' I suggested reaching
around and grasping his springy little bottom.

'Gerrof my bum,' he giggled but pressed up against my stiffy all the
same. 'Has Micky gone?'

'Just now, he'll be gone a couple of hours.'

'You sure?'

'I know,' I told him confidently. I should know, Mick had told me that he'd
stay out of it until four thirty or five, stacks of time to do what I
wanted or at least to get my boychild into bed and after that who knows...?

I rinsed him down and after that he did me and we got out of the bath and
towelled off. He made such a big deal of grabbing my penis every two
seconds that I had to return the compliment. The place was empty and we
were going to town. I knew he was game, in fact, I'd know for some time but
how far was he prepared to go..?  I was heading for my jackpot and that was
his little honeypot.

I got him back into the lounge complete with damp towel and we settled into
the small sofa and I ran the second film Mick had left, not the French one
but the one that he'd told me was full of Russian bits and pieces. He was
right, what he hadn't said was that it was all kids an awful lot younger
than the French mob, they were all about fifteen I suppose and even
less. All doing hardons, wankies and sucks. Peter and I were absolutely
mesmerised. I think we almost automatically reached out for each other's
cocks and took a hold, well, that's my story anyway. When they did their
attempted fucks or maybe simulated fucks Peter's eyes were almost out on
stalks.

'Just goes to show, it doesn't hurt that much, I suppose,' I ventured half
way through the film collection as a bunch of lads started performing in a
sauna.

'Not if they're pretending,' he said rather shrewdly I thought.

'Come on let's give it a go,' I hugged him and pulled his warm body in
tight.

'Not on your bike,' he crowed and pulled away.

'Misery guts.'

He laughed and played with his own fleshy spike which was looking bigger by
the minute. I guess I did what they call an internal smirk, I knew what he
was going to come out with, Mick had tipped me off. In fact, we'd had a lot
of chat that he hadn't reported in his segment of the story and hints on
how to tackle Peter had been part of that chat.

'Did you sleep with Mick last night?' He finally popped the question.

'Yeah.'

'Did you do stuff?'

'Yeah.'

'Come on, tell me, blow by blow,' he laughed. 'Don't act like a prat. Tell
me all about it.'

'Top secret, not a mention to anyone.'

'OK. I promise... on my heart,' he put his hand on his chest.

'Well, we went to bed. We wanked, we sucked each other and then we did the
sex bit... twice.'

'Jeez...' I don't know what surprised him more, the fact that we'd done
what we had or that I'd admitted it all straight out. 'You mean you
actually sucked him off.'

'Yeah.'

'And bonked.'

'Yeah.'

'Jeez,' he grinned and looked at me. 'You dirty lucky bastard.'

'Now just we two,' I reached out and he slid back alongside me. 'Do you
like Micky?'

'Yeah, I do. I like you too,' his hand drifted onto my erection as it lay
on my belly. 'This film's giving me the hots,' he husked and I felt his hip
press against me .

'Come on,' I stood up and he giggled at my stiffy sticking straight out, I
drew him to his feet and towed him to the bedroom. The flat was getting hot
and sweaty and we were in the mood, damn right we were.

I guided him down onto the bed and the next thing we were at it like the
little Russians, sucking and slobbering over each other only we put a bit
more passion into it. I knew perfectly well that he didn't just want to
play, he wanted to score bigtime just as much as I did. I managed to get
down onto his cock and give it a good sucking and eventually he took mine
with all the appropriate remarks about he'd never done it before etc.,
etc. It was when I got his legs up and my tongue between his crack and onto
his tight little pucker he really freaked out. He liked it if his wriggling
and his giggling was anything to go by, I got his little balls in my mouth
and he held my head firm as I sucked at his little plums (should call them
acorns really).

'You know that film....'

'Yeah,' I eased off a bit and kissed up his smoothy rounded belly and
bellies do turn me on a bit. 'Yeah...' I settled for sucking his little
pink nipples.

'They let the smaller boys have a go first.'

'So?' I put my face alongside his and gently massaged his erection with one
hand and slid the other one under the pillow. Yeah, no probs, it was there.

'Well, I'm the smaller one of us two,' he giggled. 'I have a go at you and
then you can do me.'

Well, this was the end of it. If I refused I was going exactly nowhere. If
I let him have his moment of glory then at least I got a crack at his sweet
fanny and tomorrow was another day. I idly wondered if Micky would let me
have his keys when he was at work but I couldn't get that lucky, there was
taking the Micky and taking the Micky to flog the Micky word to death.

'Well?'

'You want to give me babies?'

'Or die in the attempt,' he could see I was weakening and he pressed his
case. 'Just a little one and you can have a go at me... just a little one,'
he added quickly.

'OK, come on,' I flopped back and grinned at him. 'Pig out little lover.'

'Less of the little,' he grinned and kneeling up brandished his jerking
erection. I think I've said before it wasn't a fit to his body, it was a
sixteen year old dick on a fourteen year old boy's body and it looked
outsized on his slender frame. All of a sudden I was getting a bit
nervous. 'Go doggy,' he muttered.

I obediently turned around and poked my bum out, I felt a bit of a wally
but he was in like a flash I felt his legs slip outside mine and his dry
dick prod at my crack and that was enough. 'Hold it, buddy boy. Put your
legs inside mine for starters.' That told him.

I then guided him through the rest of it, he overused the glop but I didn't
mind all he would do would be to lose traction and Mick had explained it in
one of our little chats, a bit of lube was OK for the first time around but
you didn't need to use gallons of the stuff. Poor little Pete was slipping
and sliding all over the place but when I finally lay on my belly he
pentrated me with a hugely self satisfied sigh and away he went. Finesse it
wasn't but I'd give him ten out of ten for enthusiasm. He pounded away at
my bouncy bottom and I reckon he spent more time slipping out than actually
inside me, I didn't mind, it was messy but it didn't hurt and that was the
main thing. In the end I wriggled around and got my legs in the air
presenting my over oiled ring, at least I could watch his face whilst he
had a heart attack.

'Take it slow,' I guided him in again after removing some of the lube with
a towel, I positioning his slippery spike at my pucker and absorbed him
quite easily as he slid in. This time he took it a lot slower and at the
end made a flurry of digs and I felt his meat throb. I didn't actually feel
the squirts and spurts that I'd experienced with Mick but I could see by
Pete's face that he'd cum or at least done his version.

'Jeez,' I'm knackered he still moved within me as my legs pressed onto his
narrow back. 'We gotta do that again,' he grinned and gave his version of a
masterful thrust. 'It's bloody hot in here,' he shook his head and his
sweat flew everywhere like a wet dog.

'Come here,' I held him tightly and rolled him over onto his back, he
squealed as his softening cock popped free from my well lubed hole and I
was on top pinning him to the bed and kissing his sweet lips forcing my
tongue into his mouth.

'Dirty sod,' he spluttered but laughed all the same. Without any prompting
at all he raised his skinny legs and rested them on my shoulder. 'Well?'

I recovered the lube and annointed his little ring to the echo of some
protestations and some urgings to get on with it and at last I lined up
ready to go.

'You stop if I tell you.' Suddenly he didn't look so confident.

'OK.' I smeared my oiled and even precuming glans against his shiny pucker
and slowly pushed. He pulled a face like he was being tortured and
flathanded my belly but to no avail. A another little push and as I dropped
my head down and sealed my lips onto his I was in through his tight little
muscle and my knob was lodged in his sweet little bottom.

'Whew,' he gasped and looked at me with tears in his eyes. 'That was
different,' he gave a weak smile and moved his hands down onto my hips as I
started to move in and out sinking deeper and deeper into his small
bottom. He was so tight, it was incredible, his little tunnel surrounded my
oiled cock like a tightly clenched fist as I moved to and fro sinking
deeper and deeper into his hot body. 'Go on,' he stared at me with his eyes
glazed and grabbed his own penis which was at full stretch again. I was
getting into my stride when I heard the flat door slam and stopped.

'Fuck it, carry on,' Peter hissed and I did. What I didn't know was that
Mick had already been in and seeing what we were upto had gone back down to
slam the door as a warning. I felt rather than heard him enter the room and
he flopped into the one chair with a big grin.

'This is better than a vidoe,' he smiled and sat back to enjoy the show.

Sod it, that was all I wanted, I started to shag little Peter deep and
hard. He wasn't fussed, he was beginning to enjoy it and the fact that
someone was watching seemed to turn him on. He started giving porn star
moans and did the lip licking bit, pity Mick didn't have a movie camera, we
had a star on our hands or rather around my stiffy.

I could feel the juices rising and I redoubled my effort as Mick moved
across and sat on the bed for a closer look, to my surprise he dropped his
head between us and swallowed Peter's jerking cock just about polishing the
boy off.

Poor little Peter he didn't know what had hit him, I was shagging him like
a loony stretching and battering away at his sweet little boy fanny and
Mick was sucking his dick like he was trying to remove it by the root.

'Aaaaah, I'm cuming,' Peter wailed just as I actually did. I screwed in
hard and deep as I felt my cock jerk and spew my load deep into his gut. He
held Micky's head and thrust up and that was it. Minutes later we were all
sprawled on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and I was helping Micky
get undressed. Peter lay flopped out like a dead man or dead boy, he was
wiped out, poor soul.

'You alive?' Mick poked Peter's flat belly.

'Just,' Peter opened his eyes and gave a lazy grin. 'Squishy, squishy.'

I had to laugh, I was feeling quite pleased with myself, it looked like I'd
got myself a boyfriend and a concubine or are they the same thing. Anyway,
I was on a bed on a very hot summer's afternoon and I had two partners, one
a little younger and much smaller and one a little bit older and a bit
bigger, it couldn't get much better unless Mick pulled a rabbit out of his
hat.

There might be three cans of that stuff left in the fridge, Jake,' Mick
looked at me pointedly and I scurried kitchenwards. I wanted to ask him how
the car thing went but sitting on a bed supping lager with two seemed a
pretty good idea at the time.

By the time I got back Peter was playing with Micky's erection and Micky
had stripped off, boy, they certainly didn't waste any time and looking at
Peter I had the funniest feeling he was still wanting more... the little
slut. One fuck and they're anyone's.

'How'd things go with the car?' I got onto the bed the other side so that
Mick was in the middle, I passed them a cold can apiece.

'Bought it,' Mick said casually. 'I'm taking the money around tomorrow
luchtime and collecting it.'

'Great.'

'Yeah,' Mick looked at me and grinned. 'We can get out of Addlestone a bit,
even take the muppet,' he glanced at Peter.

'Ah, I'll be a spare dick at a wedding,' Peter groused but I could see he
was pleased at being included in Mick's plans.

'You'll have to sort out a boyfriend,' Mick pulled a protesting Peter on
top of himself and sticking his can on the side grasped Peter's soft white
bottom and squeezed and massaged the ultra white orbs of flesh. 'Nice,' he
muttered thickly.

'Your stiffy's poking in my belly,' Peter giggled like a little tart and
wriggled himself onto Mick. I took his can from his hand as I could see
what was going to happen next.

'We'd better get Peter fixed up with a boyfriend,' Mick glanced at me. 'You
reckon this bed is big enough for two doubles?'

'Yeah,' I laughed and slapped Peter's soft white bottom just before Mick
rolled our little chum onto his side and then onto his back. Peter was
about to get a second session and he seemed quite happy about it. I just
settled back to watch the show. There are worse ways of spending a holiday.

'Slippery Sam...' Peter fended off Mick and looked at me. 'Sam Ryder, goes
to your school.'

'What about him?'

'That's my dream boy,' Peter giggled. 'Now he is dishy, dunno if he has
leanings though, he's never said anything.'

'Like; 'Hi, my name's Sam and I like sex with boys,' sorta thing?'

'Don't be silly,' he put on his sulky look.

'I'll investigate, I'll probably see him over the weekend,' I promised and
gave my mate Mick a hand. As he positioned Peter to his liking and even
slid a pillow under the brat's tailbone I guided Mick's slippery hardon to
it's target and positioned it dead centre. Peter flinched at the touch but
I sat there as saw Mick slowly push and Peter's shiny pucker just opened up
like one of those sea anemone things at the seaside.

Peter gave a little moan and I saw Mick start to move to and fro... I
scooted back on the bed and sat there watching the show.

Now this was something else, I liked watching the point of entry for want
of a better phrase on film. A perfect example being that Vlad and his Magic
Lady Boy, Vlad's big greasy cock sliding in and out of MLB's well stretched
fanny but to watch it in the flesh... Wow. Mick's fully hard and gleaming
penis just slipped in and out of Peter's little pink pucker drawing out oil
and shoving it back in at every move. Once Mick's swolled knob popped free
and I saw Peter's fanny close for an instance before Mick opened it up
again. I was as hard as a bloody rock, steaming, stonking, whatever... just
so damn hard, I'd even started to ooze precum again which wasn't bad
considering.

'Go on... harder,' Peter moaned, he was loosing it again, probably dreaming
of his crush, Sam.

Mick then started to go into speedy mode, he was slapping in and out
driving little Peter up the bed and then he let out a moan, I saw his
muscular cheeks clench and then sheer brilliance. I saw his frothy spunk
oozing out of Peter's hole and down onto his tailbone as Mick slowed to a
halt. He fell on the kid and Peter clutched him desperately and grinned
across at me.

They rolled around the bed a bit with me avoiding them and eventually they
parted and Mick looked at me with that lazy grin of his, he grasped my
turgid penis and ran his hand up it watching a bead of precum ooze from the
slit.  'Want it?'

That was an easy question. As he rolled onto his back I got between his
legs and assumed the position. Peter lay there goggle eyed and gave me a
broad grin, the game had come full circle... it was his turn to watch
now. I hope he enjoyed it as much as I had. A swift kiss for lover Micky
and I pushed in forcefully but slowly, I knew how Micky liked it and that's
the way it was going to be. I suppose I could have charged Peter for a
ticket but it slipped my mind, I was enjoying myself too much.




							To be continued
							in Part 3




I'll do a Part 3 to this one bringing Sam or Andy in and that'll be then
end. I've got enough unfinished sagas laying around uncompleted.  On second
thoughts I have ideas for a Part 5 as well.


AFTER JAKE AND PETER'S RATHER UNREAL CONVERSATION I'M MINDED OF A CRITIC
SAYING THAT THESE KIDS DON'T TALK LIKE ANY KIDS THAT HE KNOWS AND THAT'S A
FAIR COMMENT.

MY KIDS ARE FICTIONAL, THEY COME FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, THEY SPEAK THE
WORDS I PUT IN THEIR MOUTHS AND IF THEY SAT AROUND TALKING ABOUT SCHOOL AND
FOOTBALL YOU WOULDN'T REALLY WANT TO READ ABOUT THEM WOULD YOU?

IF THEY WENT INTO THE BACK GARDEN AND KICKED A BALL ABOUT, WENT SCORING
SOME PUFF, WENT SHOPLIFTING OR EVEN SAT UP IN THEIR ROOMS PLAYING WITH AN
X-BOX IT WOULDN'T BE MUCH OF A PORNY STORY.


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