Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 09:41:39 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: ADDLESTONE BOYS - 6

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 and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

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

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys 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.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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ADDLESTONE BOYS



6 - THE HITCHHIKERS - Part 1.



by



G. Cutter




David

I suppose you could say that I was pissed off big time. I was having a big
adventure probably the biggest of my life, in fact, I was half running away
from home. I'd better explain that before we get too far into the story. I
was fifteen so leaving home without permission was 'running away', in six
months I'd be sixteen and it would be nothing of the sort, it would be
legal. Anyway, now that's sorted out I'll expand a little. Summer had
finally come and with it the long summer break from school, when I went
back it would be my last term before joining the working population but I
couldn't wait. My family lived on a huge estate in Wandsworth which is in
South West London for outlanders and apart from being knee deep in gangs,
drugs and all sorts of fuckery it was a pretty dangerous place to live. I
wanted to get out and away, there was an another England out there I knew
that by watching televison, it had fields, beaches, little villages and
Hercule Poirot. Of course, there were spooky woods, black magic covens and
ocult killers as well but I had itchy feet, I had to go. I had to have an
adventure and this was it.

My bright idea was to rip off my pig (that's my piggy bank by the way) and
take myself off somewhere nice for a month or so and earn a crust (and
that's get a job in plain English). The decision was made and being a lad
of fifteen I discussed it with my bestest matey, a guy called Rupert of all
things, he was normally called Rupe I hasten to add and he didn't wear a
red jumper and checked trousers like the other one. Much to my surprise he
volunteered to tag along which somehow encouraged me, we could look out for
each other and who knew where it would lead. I rather fancied him you see
but I was firmly in the closet so hadn't actually stated my desire. Perhaps
this could be the sumer of love, you know, the old thingy that dare not
speak it's name sorta crap.

We plotted and planned and after leaving notes for our parents promising
faithfully to phone up now and then and to return in one piece for the
school term we gathered our scant savings and headed for the hills. We knew
that we'd be in for hell on our return but the long summer beckoned... hell
could wait. To be a precise (after the heading for the hills remark) we
hiked up the West Hill to Tibbets Roundabout and started to thumb a
lift. We knew that the A3 below led onto the M3, Brighton and the South
Coast. Funnily enough Rupe had suggested jokingly that if we couldn't find
work we could go on the game. I think he regretted saying it but he had and
it gave me room for thought. I think the funny look I gave him squashed him
a bit and the subject never came up again but it remained in the back of my
mind. If one mentioned it so casually was he willing or just shouting his
gob off... who knew, not I but I'd be keeping a sharp eye on him in future.

As with all these things there's a fuck up around every corner and what
started off as a nice sunny day degenerated into a shitty drizzle and here
we were perched like a pair of waterlogged parrots watching cars speed by
us giving us a complete blank. I think we were both toying with the idea of
going home and tearing up the notes, maybe try another day but I knew that
if we bottled out now we'd never pluck up the courage for a second
attempt. We'd burned our bridges like that Roman guy, it was shit or bust
big time.

'Fuck this,' Rupe looked at me and scowled, I grinned back. He was a bit
smaller than I was and in spite of his tough guy pose he was quite
sweet... well I thought so anyway. I'd seen him in the buff at school a
couple of times, showering and all that and he had a cool bod,
uncircumcised and about the same size as myself but thankfully he was
unaware of my mini lust. I didn't really know if I wanted to get down and
dirty with him or not, I just had that feeling that we'd get on well
together and that's why this little escapade was so important.

I scruffed my blonde buzz cut and rammed my baseball cap on again and
eyeballed him, he peered back from inside his hoody, the ratstails of his
lank black hair curled around his face. 'Give it another hour and we can
walk down to the next access road.'

'Orrite,' he shrugged and a moment later 'Oi, Dave!'

'Yeah.'

'That red Volvo has been around twice.'

'Which one?'

'This one,' he grinned as this old style Swedish battletank rolled into the
kerb and the passenger window rolled down. Rupe waggled his carboard with
the BRIGHTON scrawl in bold black letters.

'We can drop you off at the M25 crossover.' A dark kid spoke and gave us a
sunny smile. 'You got a better chance of getting picked up down there.'

I looked at Rupe and he shrugged, he was a great one at leaving decisions
to me. 'Cheers,' I spoke to this kid and he reached behind unlatching the
rear door.

We clambered in and it was neat. I never realised these cars were so big,
this one was old but in good nick and smelled good, definitely a no smoking
zone. The driver leant around and gave us a slight smile and then checking
his mirrors we moved away, down the sliproad and onto the A3. Just to
complete the happy scene the rain got heavier at that moment and he put his
wipers onto high speed.

'Visiting friends?' Darky looked around and gave us a good once over. Very
pentrating eyes for a youngster although I suspected he was a bit older
than myself and Rupe.

'Nah,' I answered him. 'We're gonna try and get some holiday work for a
month.'

'You'll be lucky,' the driver laughed which wasn't very
encouraging. 'Brighton's teeming this time of year with kids looking for
work.'

'And failing,' his companion contributed. Talk about the Merchants of Doom
and Gloom, we'd picked a right pair here.

I switched off and they chatted on, from what I could earwig he was a
manager of some sort and they'd been visiting their head office in London
and were on their way home. The more I listened it seemed that the older,
the driver ran a store or a shop and were a little concerned about it being
run properly why they were missing.

'Never mind,' the boy laughed. 'The worse they could do is burn it down.'

'Or rob the till,' the driver cursed and then ran onto the hard shoulder. I
rubbed the mist from the window and saw that quite a few cars were doing
the same. The rain had turned into a torrent and my heart sank. Standing by
the side of a motorway in this didn't seem such a bright idea. I looked at
Rupe and he scowled again (he was pretty strong on scowls by the way), he
was probably thinking the same.

'We live in Addlestone,' the kid turned around again. 'Maybe best if you
come to our place until the weather perks up a bit, it's no great distance
from the motorway and we can always drop you down later.'

'Looks set in for the afternoon, Dave,' Rupe spoke to me and gave the kid a
wan grin.

'Yeah, cheers,' I replied. 'We're very grateful,' I added just to be super
polite. We might be bumming a kip of these two before the day was out. The
thing was that they'd offered, they could have just dumped us and neither
of us had any wet gear.

'So be it,' the driver flashed us a smile and craned around in his
seat. 'I'm Mick by the way, this is Jake my... er, pal.'

'I'm David and this is Rupert,' I replied and I had noticed the pause when
he'd introduced his pal. I wondered if they were close pals, or even closer
but you mustn't make assumptions or so I'm told. Mind you, the driver
wasn't too bad and probably around the twenty plus mark, the kid was tasty
as in gorgeous and a lot younger. I looked at Rupe but he was looking
through the steamed up window again, he'd dropped his hood and his hair was
a mess. Moments later we were off once again, the rain had eased but it was
still tipping down. Ten minutes later we shot up an off ramp and were on
quieter roads.

I nudged Rupert's legs and when he looked at me and I gave him one of those
scrunched up frowns, the: 'what do you reckon look'. He just gave a slight
shrug and returned to his sightseeing not that there was much to see.

The rain had eased off by the time we got to their place but it was still a
steady downpour. It was a small detached house with an up and a down, it
looked like one of those Council houses they sold off in their thousands in
the Thatcher years and had run to seed. I saw that there were builders
ladders and stuff under tarpaulins so some work was going on, perhaps this
Mick guy was spending some money on the place, it could certainly use
it. We all got inside and as we stood in the small hall I was surprised to
see that it was quite nice inside, more work going on which meant
decorating and I wondered how long they'd been in the place. Mick answered
the question before I had a chance to ask.

'We've only been in here for a couple of months or so you'll have to excuse
any mess.' I just gave the teenage shrug, there wasn't much to say and it
wasn't my business anyway. 'I though that if you hung on here, maybe stay
the night, we can get you on your way tomorrow... the forecast is better.'

'We're skint, we can't pay lodgings or anything,' Rupert blurted out but I
was relieved he'd been the one to say it as it had to come out sooner or
later.

'No probs,' Mick grinned. 'You're guests. Jake's got a couple of days off,
he needs someone to play with.' He laughed and his pal, the dishy Jake
flushed.

I glanced at Rupe but he seemed oblivious to the chat and was following the
Jake child into what appeared to be the lounge, parlour, front room, call
it what you will. I was slightly confused, 'play with', the boy must have
been sixteen and the only play I know sixteens getting upto was with girls
or in some instances boys and sometimes themselves but certainly not with
toys. Maybe, Mick thought he was a comedian and was winding up his young
pal. I let it go but there was a niggle in the back of my mind. What was
their relationship...?  Then it came to me, they were probably brothers,
brothers don't have to be clones after all. That explained it all.

Jake did the honours and took our wet coats which were soaked just being
the lightweight windcheater variety and got us seated whilst Mick the man
beetled off and I heard the clink of cutlery in what I presumed was the
kitchen.

'Mick manages a Millets,' Jake sat opposite us both as we sat rather
nervously on a big sofa. He suddenly sprang up and clicked on a big
electric fire which looked fresh from the showroom. 'That's better, it's
like bloody winter.'

'Sure is,' Rupe stretched his legs out and I noticed Jakes eyes drift
down. I've got to say here and now, I suspect I'm odd or probably gay to be
precise but I've had no practical experience apart from some mutual
masturbation a year or so ago but I'm an eye watcher, I always watch where
people look and it's a surprise sometimes to find a perfectly normal type
oggling something they shouldn't. Now, I know that sounds confusing but I'm
sure you know what I mean. Jake was taking a crafty peep at Rupe's goodies
but I'd noticed. Then again perhaps it was just a casual interest... yeah,
right!

Experiment time. I waited for a lapse in the chat which was soon coming and
catching Jake looking at me returned the gaze and very obviously dropped my
eyes to his groin. He picked up on it, of course he did, he grinned at me
and winked.

'So, what do you do, Jake? You working or still at school?' I asked.

'I work for Mick on and off, I've got a couple of days off,' he
smiled. 'I'm on my last month at school and they've given up on me.'

'Lucky ol' you,' I grunted. 'I'll be glad when I leave.'

'You clowns all say that,' he laughed. 'That's until you get the first pay
slip and then see the deductions for National Insurance and Tax and then if
you're smart you sit down with a calculator and work out that a quarter of
your working week has been for the bloody government.'

'And hospitals and schools,' Rupe observed rather smartly for him I might
add. He must have been awake in the 'being a citizenship classes, the Civic
whatsit classes that is.

'Yeah, whatever,' Jake flapped his hand carelessly. 'I'd still rather work
tax free.'

'Wouldn't we all,' Mick spoke as he returned bearing a tray with steaming
mugs and other goodies. 'Right, make yourself at home you two,' he spoke to
Rupert and myself. 'Kick the stinkies off if they're a bit damp.' I
presumed he was talking about trainers as he and his 'pal' Jake were in
their socks. I looked at Rupert and we did as suggested, why not? I don't
know if Rupert was aware or not but we'd been picked up on the highway,
we'd arrived in someone's house and we'd more or less got an invitatation
to stay the night. This was like one of those horror moves or even like
pedo's training film although these two were a bit young for pedos. Critic
will immediately say you don't have to be a pensioner to be a pedo but I
didn't know that, did I? Then again these scenarios might have been my evil
mind.

I would certainly like to get Jake in a bed naked and see what would happen
and at a pinch I'd even have a little lark with Mick. The two things were:
Was I reading the scene right and how would the sometimes pretty dim Rupe
react to all this and that was making a massive assumption again. One
crafty oggle from a darkly handsome youth didn't make a romance... that
must be a quote from somewhere.

'What were you thinking of doing in Brighton?' Mick asked as we munched his
chocolate chip cookies (a firm favourite of mine by the way) and sipped his
coffee.

'Dunno,' I looked at Rupe for support. 'Maybe some hotel work...'

'Waitering,' Rupe provided.

'You'll be lucky.' Jake scoffed. 'Maybe deck chair attendants or
litterpickers. All the decent jobs will have gone to regular students with
cards.'

'Cards?'

'Yeah,' Mick smiled and I thought he looked a little smug. 'Students and
schoolkids on holiday are supposed to have cards with their college or
school on it and their National Insurance number. It's a paperchase
nowadays, the days of the old casual work are gone with all the illegals
floating around.'

'Shit,' Rupert scowled (as I've mentioned before, he did a good scowl being
dark by the way).

'Mind you if you worked for us Mick cooks the paperwork...' Jake was cut
off by Mick.

'Shut up, Jakey.'

'Woops,' Jake grinned totally unconcerned. I got the idea he wanted to say
something and he'd said it. I also had the strangest idea that Mick wasn't
all that upset. Did I say I was a paranoid and I believe in the Da Vinci
Code and all the rest of it. There was something going on with these two
and and then the spark came. They were white slavers, they were going to
drug us and sell us to wealthy Arabs. Problem solved. I hoped that Jake was
going to show me how to perform first. That was a joke by the way.

'It's still pissing down,' Rupert had moved over in his stockinged feet and
taken a peek out of the window. 'Monsoon time.'

'It was a beautiful morning,' I moaned feeling a little let down by the God
of Teeny Adventures. The day was turning into a right cock up but then
again...

'If it eases off we'll go down the local and have one of their lunches,'
Mick stretched himself out and I unconciously looked at his crotch, well,
of course I did, oggling was a disease and it was catching. I also saw that
he wasn't looking at me, he was studying Rupert who was watching Jake over
by the window. The place was turning into an Aggy Christie mystery,
everyone watching everybody else. All we needed now was the little Belgian
detective to rush in and start waving his willy about.

'Why don't we go by the shop and have a look in,' Jake suggested. 'The boys
can see what it's all about.'

Offering us a job?' Rupert laughed.

'Thinking about it,' Mick said quite seriously. 'We'll see how things
go.'We always take on schoolies and students over the holidays as the sun
brings the punters in for their swimmers and sports stuff,' he laughed and
looked out of the window again. 'Quiet day today though.'

'What about eating,' Jake put his oar in.

'We'll give the shop a miss today or I might wander over later,' Mick
decided. 'Let's pile in the car and drive over the pub, well get in before
the office workers start snarling things up.'

'OK,' Jake cast around for his shoes. 'OK, lads... you'll like this place.'

I felt as if things were slipping away from me a bit but Rupert in his
usual manner was happy enough. That kid was a born follower, as long as I
was happy so was he. I only had one small concern and that was the sleeping
arrangements as I was now convinced we'd been 'swagged'... it was all a bit
to pat, running as if on a schedule.

As we left the room to go back out into the rain Jake brushed up against me
and I flinched, dunno why, I just jumped like a big girl.

'Don't worry, Dave,' he whispered. 'Just go with the flow.'

I thought as I crammed in the back of the Volvo with Rupert again that this
could be the start of another adventure, one within another sort of
thing. We were clearly being set up to sleepover and Rupe and myself were
just drifting along with their suggestions, the bottom line was; what was
their objective. I didn't really believe they picked up their holiday
casual staff cruising the A3. In fact, if the good weather had carried on
we'd probably be on the M25 thumbing a lift right now instead of sitting in
the back of their steamed up Volvo.

The pub they took us to was only down the road by a railway station and a
level crossing. You don't often see them in town centres just as a bit of
trivia. In a funny way it was quite exciting for myself and Rupe sitting in
the bay window seeing this bloody great red and white pole thingy going up
and down and all the traffic and pedestrians forced to halt. There seemed
to be a train going through every five minutes and to us townies it was fun
to watch... sad prats we were I suppose. The meal was super cool. Soup,
main meal, sweet and finished off with a beer for Mick and weak shandies
for we lads. Very nice and after it I felt bloated, I certainly didn't feel
like making the slightest effort to get to Brighton. I just felt like
flaking out and having a kip.

The rain had eased off as we ate but it was still a moderate drizzle,
enough to get you wet but not enough to soak you... work that one out.

Mick decided to have a look into his store or shop in the end but dropped
Jake and us off at the house first promising to join us in half an hour. We
watched him drive away and 'the pal' took us indoors. I was a seething mass
of curiosity and hoped that Jake would open up a bit without his Boss on
the scene. The relationship between them wasn't at all clear and if we were
going to stay I'd like to know a little more. Rupert seemed disinterested
but I knew he wasn't, he was just wasn't as nosey as I was.

The funny thing was I was looking at Rupert more and more, I'd obviously
seen him naked in the showers at school but we'd never done anything
together, anything naughty or personal if you like. Sleeping in the same
room maybe even in the same bed would be interesting... needless to say, I
favoured the same bed. I was still in adventure mode and that's what school
holidays were for... spreading the boyish wings in a manner of speaking. I
just fancied getting Rupert in a bed with his droopy boxers on and take it
from there.

'Cokes?' Jake bustled out into the kitchen as I and Rupert flopped onto the
sofa, already it felt like we were back home. I relaxed and took the cold
can that Jake offered on his return.

'I'll show you up your room in a minute,' Jake grinned at us both. 'You
could do worse than work for Mick a couple of weeks and give yourself a
grubstake to handle Brighton. You won't find much work for schoolies down
there apart from flogging your arses.'

I looked at Rupert, he sat there with his mouth open. I was shocked as
well, I couldn't believe Jake had said it but he had and he still sat there
with a big grin on his face.

'Sorry about that,' he laughed at our expressions. 'Brighton is the Gay
Capital of the South, you know, London by the sea.'

'Is it really gay?' I think I squeaked.

Sorta..?' he laughed again. 'It's rotten.'

'One way to earn a crust,' Rupert mumbled which gave me room for thought
yet again. It was the second time he'd brushed on the subject and my
antenna were tweaking. I don't know if it was one of his smart remarks or a
bit of bravado but one thing I was determined and that was that if young
Rupert was going to be spreading it around I was first in the queue.

'Mick could offer you some job sharing,' Jake went on after a pause. 'The
shop does a six day week, you could do three days each.'

'Paying tax?' Rupert was moving into shrewd mode which was a bit of a
rarity for him.

'Nah,' Jake flapped his hand. 'Cash in hand.'

'Mmmmm,' I looked at Rupe again. The proposition was interesting as we
didn't have much money and a few notes in the wallet would be handy. Mind
you getting back to basics the whole setup stunk or is it stank but Rupert
didn't seem too worried so why should I, there was safety in numbers after
all and I did have that urge to get sweet Rupe in a bed. Jake as well just
as a matter of interest. He was bloody beautiful and he knew it, he
stretched his legs out and parted them and I gave him ' the look' again, he
grinned, the tart was fully aware of my interest.

'So, you good friends, buddies?' Jake asked.

'Yeah,' I answered. 'We go back yonks... right back to Nursery School.'

'Sweet,' Jake grinned. 'We've only moved over here about five or six weeks
ago, cousin Mick and myself.'

Yeah, right. Cousin Mick.

'We used to live above the shop but Mick's not short of a few bob so he got
this place... much better.' He looked at the clock and settled back into
his chair, he was clearly in no rush. 'He got his car last summer and was
thinking of mini cabbing but it was a load of hassle. He got offered
managership of the store and took that instead. He's pretty much his own
Boss.'

'Apart from trips to his Head Office,' I slipped in.

'Yeah, there is that,' Jake admitted. 'They leave him alone as long as the
money rolls in. There's always a call for camping gear and outdoor stuff
around here, it's not as if it's in the centre of a big city. We're all
country boys here or pretend we are at least.'

'Nice and laid back,' Rupert spoke again. He must have been opening out a
bit, he normally didn't have a lot to say for himself but I was glad, it
got to be a bit of a strain talking for two all the time.

'Come on, grab your bags,' Jake suddenly stood. 'I'll show you your room
and we can watch a bit of TV or whatever.

We trailed him upstairs and he pointed out the upstairs loo and bathroom
which contained both a bath and a shower and the bedrooms.

'That's Mick and mine,' he quite calmly pointed one out and I saw Rupert
look at me and raise his eyebrows. 'Mates who stopover use this one now and
then,' he pointed out another one which had a piece of paper with a big red
heart on it with the letters A and P outlined in white. 'They're
comedians,' Jake looked a little embarassed, he'd probably forgotten the
poster was stuck on the door.

'And you can have this one,' he flung open the door to the end room. The
bedroom was on the corner of the house so one window overlooked a path and
tall hedge and the other looked out onto quite a sizeable garden. Nice as
in very nice. 'Got it's own toilet and shower built in, I guess the last
owners had grown up children,' Jake rambled on.'

'Brill,' Rupert beamed.

'Great,' I echoed the sentiment. If I got lucky with Rupert I wouldn't be
too interested in Brighton.  All that remained was the payoff, nothing was
for nothing as my Dad often said. It would be nice to think there were
Fairy Godmothers about but the more commonplace fairies usually came with
lusts and it was normally some bit of your body they were lusting
after. Both Rupe and I were fifteen year old South London schoolies and we
were virgins but that didn't make us fuckin' idiots.

'Nice bed,' I commented.

It was a nice double, just right for Rupe and myself. Jeez, we could even
squeeze Jake in here, maybe even the mysterious A or P.

'You're welcome to stop a while,' Jake offered.

'Is that you or Mick speaking?' I asked.

'Both of us,' Jake grinned broadly and completely unfazed. This was one
very self confident kid by the way but he clearly had an 'arrangement' with
Mick. I was almost a hundred percent certain that he was the older guy's
lover but once again it doesn't do to make assumptions and who the hell
were A and P.

'Andy and Peter, have the room next down when they stay,' Jake looked at me
and grinned. he must have been a mind reader.

'And they have a heart on the door?' Rupert looked shocked.

'Boys will be boys,' Jake laughed. 'I'll leave you to get yourselves get
sorted out. I've got to peel the spuds, I'm a kinda houseboy if we've got
guests.'

'We dont want to be a nuisance,' I mumbled.

'You're not,' Jake laughed and left myself and Rupert alone.

'Wow,' Rupert flopped on the bed and I wondered if Jake was listening but
what the hell. Eavesdroppers never hear well of themselves and in a way it
would be handy if he was. Devious or what. 'I think they're a bunch of
poofs,' Rupe added in a dramatic whisper.

'Well, your remark about flogging your bottom helped,' I said
sarcastically.

'Jake said that,' he reminded me.

'Well... whatever,' I flopped onto the bed alongside me. 'You'd probably
make a fortune.'

'Make more than you,' he laughed boyishly. 'At least I'm tasty.'

'Now Jake's tasty,' I wondered if we had a eavesdropper. Back to the old
paranoia, I did a quick scan around but couldn't see any bugs.

'You think so... I like that Micky,' Rupert chatted away blithely.

'Really?' I turned inwards to look at him more closely. This was a new one
for Rupert, he never talked sex, girls, boys or even blow up dolls.

'Yeah, really,' he turned to face me and started at me defiantly.

'You'd do the dirty with him,' I whispered.

'If needs be,' he smiled slightly. 'We knew Brighton was gay and we knew we
might have to pay our way or whatever,' he finished off a little lamely.

'Well, if I had to shag Jake I wouldn't fuss too much.' I looked at him and
watched his face. I'd really gone overboard with that one.

'I sussed that one out,' he giggled quietly. 'I saw you both oggling each
other.' Well, there you go, it seemed I wasn't the only one who kept his
eyes open. 'What about me?'

I looked at him and my mind went into instant meltdown, at least it went
blank. What the hell was I supposed to say now. 'I like you a lot,' I
smiled when I saw his face drop. 'I like you too much really that's why
it's going to be dodgy sharing a bed with you tonight.'

'Why?'

'Because I'm going to fight to control myself... then again. Sod it,' I
moved in and pushed his unresisting body onto his back and nuzzled at his
neck. I hadn't got the bottle to kiss him but I was trying.

'You big tart,' he grasped me around the waist and bound us together. 'We
can have some fun tonight,' he whispered and then to my shock kissed the
top of my head. Bugger this I raised myself, looked into his eyes and
settled my lips onto his. I think our mingled sighs of relief must have
been heard down the road. The kiss that started as a brotherly thing got a
bit more passionate and then I felt his slippery tongue at my teeth and I
opened up. My first ever frenchy and with my best pal. Wicked.

'Tea and cookies,' I heard Jake tap on the door.

'Shit,' we both muttered and grinned at each other like a pair of
idiots. As far as ice breaking was concerned this was Gloabal Warming in
spades.

'We alright now,' his eyes were downcast as we stood and straightened out
clothing.

'Never better... all those wasted years, you should have come onto me
sooner,' I made the final move and cupped his package in my hand taking
delight in feeling the hardness inside his jeans. He was on heat and so was
I, it would be an eternity to bedtime but I'm sure it would be worth the
wait.

'You silly tart,' he laughed.

We returned to their lounge to find that Mick had returned and he gave us a
smile, Jake busied himself playing mum with the tea and biscuits.

'How's your store?' I asked purely trying to be polite and anyway somebody
had to say something.

'No problems,' Mick replied. 'Quite a few kids in there though, I told the
boys to keep an eye out for shoplifters. Once they get away with something
they'll come back for more.'

'Chop their hands off like the ragheads do,' Rupert suggested.

'Can't do that,' Mick scoffed. 'They've all had abused childhoods and come
from dysfunctional families.'

'There talks a reactionary,' Jake laughed and Mick smiled. It seemed an old
disagreement which they probably agreed to disagree on, it happens. Funnily
enough I don't believe in arguing over bugger all or for that matter making
a war out of a small difference of opinion and at the end of the day in the
larger scheme of things religion and politics are very small things. We
come from nothing and go to nothing. OK, so that's a bit of a dismal view
but my main aim in life would be earning enough money to be comfortable and
catching a partner I was happy with. Yeah, I know, a bit a bit deep for a
kid but we aren't all dummies.

'Happy with the room?' Jake asked in his role of joint host.

'Yeah, it's very nice,' I answered and Rupert nodded agreement.

'Pity I have to work tomorrow, we could have had a drive around but if you
decide to stay with us a bit you're lumbered with Jake tomorrow.'

'Well, I'd like to have a look at the store as you mentioned...'

'Come in with me and earn a day's money,' Mick offered and I saw Rupert
smile at him, the slut.

'You'll have to put up with me,' Jake grinned at me and I laughed. It had
all come clear now, Rupert's on the spur volunteering bit had played right
into their hands, they'd split us. What's the saying: Divide and rule,
that's it. Funnily enough it suited me down to the ground as well. Tonight
I had my Rupert all to myself and tomorrow I was at Jake's tender mercies
and I don't think he be backwards coming forwards.

'Fine, that's that fixed.' I grinned. If Rupert wanted to ponce around in a
shop good for him, he could test the waters and hopefully earn some
dosh. Perhaps we'd landed on our feet after all and worstways if we
outstayed our welcome there was alway Brighton. Getting back to the
beginning of the day. Rupe and I were on an adventure and we'd decided to
take a month at it, we might even have struck oil on the first day only
time would tell.

They prepared an evening meal and went at it like husband and wife, Jake
did the preparations whilst Mick did the actual cooking and they turned out
a pretty good result. About an hour later we all sat around the table with
nice big pork chops, chips, mushrooms and bits and pieces of salad. OK, so
it wasn't a weightwatcher's fare but we were all skinnies and it wasn't bad
for a batchelor meal. Pretty bloody good as it goes and I managed to kick
Rupert into life to clear up and let our hosts take a breather. After that
it was TV and we finished up playing Monopoly of all things, talk about
home from home. We even got a can of beer each which would never be allowed
at home. I don't particularly like beer but Jake seemed to enjoy his and it
was a good excuse to have a giggle now and then.

The night wore on and we relaxed even further, Jake was an expert at camp
and the double entendre I think they call it, Carry On type jokes I mean,
he kept giving me sly glances and I know he had me marked and I was alright
with that. We were being treated well and payment comes in time. I was
pretty sure that our bodies were payment and if Rupert was OK with it then
so was I, I'd had a taste of Rupert already, it would be interesting to see
how far it would go.

'Wanna watch a porno,' Jake as usual spoke out, Mick seemed to let him do
all the talking.

'It's about a group of French kids at a college and what they all get
upto. solos, pair and groups. Very old but a famous porn producer in his
day.'

'Boys or girls?' Rupert had to ask. Poor, sweet, dim Rupert.

'Boys,' Jake said. 'No girly films in this house.'

Well, if we didn't know the score before we damn well knew it now. Anyway,
now that it was out in the open I felt much better. No more beating around
any more bushes. I glanced across at Mick and he looked back at me. I gave
him a small smile and he seemed satisfied.

'Come and sit with me, Rupe,' he pulled a small two seater to the
television, as for me, I was treated to the sight of Jake's bottom waving
in the air as he raked around under the televsion for the film he wanted. I
heard Rupert give a little giggle as he sat down and Mick's arm went around
his bony shoulders. As I've just said - no more mucking around, we were
off.

'Where you sitting, Jakey?'

'With you,' Jake turned around grinning. He shoved the tape into the player
and went over switching the light off leaving the room in gloom apart from
the light from the set. He dragged the other two seater right across the
room and parked it at an angle to the other one. I sat, he sat alongside me
and we were off. Click... action.

The film was an old one in black and white, I was a bit let down as I was
expecting something a bit more modern but it soon started and the sex came
thick and fast. One dark haired boy seemed to be doing all the donkey work
in a manner of speaking but it was OK and it passed the time. The almost
dark room also allowed Jake to press up against me and I felt his arm snake
around my shoulder as Mick's had with Rupert's. I felt his thumb rub up
against my cheek and I snuggled in with a contented purr, I wanted him to
know that he was all right. Of course, I was thinking of the morning, if
Mick took Rupert to the store I'd be in the house alone with
Jake... anything could happen and hopefully would.

His head came closer to mine and I sensed him looking at me. I looked back
at him and he grinned and blew a little kiss. Bold little monkey, I smiled
back and let my hand drop behind him where it was unseen by the other
two. I groped what I could meaning I gave his back a rub and slipped my
hand inside his sweatshirt carressing his smooth and pleasantly warm skin.

'Tomorrow morning?' He whispered.

'Yeah,' I replied breathlessly. We were on our way, what with the film and
the proximity of the Jake sex object I was as hard as a rock. I just hoped
and prayed that Rupert was going to play later and not bottle out. We both
had things to do and I was so ripe I'd fallen off the bloody tree.

In the end it finished as all films do and Jake did the honours switching
the overhead light back on and removing the tape. It was like the end of a
night at the pictures, everyone stretching and doing some very contrived
yawns.

''No more drinks?' Mick asked. 'We still on for the morning Rupert?'

'Yeah,' Rupert grinned. 'What time?'

'We'll leave at half eight and walk over. We can wander out for a bit of
breakfast once the place is open.'

'Fine,' Rupert looked at me and gave me a bit of a bashful grin, I wonder
if he'd realised that I'd be stuck on my ownsome with the delectable
Jake. Mick did that was for sure.

'Jake should be able to keep David company,' Mick grinned at his
partner. 'Maybe have a walk over the park, meet some friends or something.'

'Or something,' Jake agreed and spared me a smile. I had no doubt what the
'something' was going to be. It was a dollar to a pinch of poo he'd be into
Rupert's still warm slot as soon as my mate was out of the door and on his
way to work.

Well, we all said our goodnights and at last Rupert and I were alone, the
moment of truth was on us both at last and the bonus was no one had hassled
me to have a bath. Wow, the holidays were truly here. We were silent as we
went into our room and Rupert immediately dived into his bag.

'I gotta pretty clean seat shirt for tomorrow, my Chelsea FC one.' he dug
out the blue garment.

'You'd better have a shower and whatnot, you don't want to stink.'

'I'll have one in a min... you'd better have one as well.' he grinned at
me, cat and mouse wasn't in it. We'd seen each other partially clothed
before and naked and here we were playing around like a pair of girls.

'We'll share,' I peered into the little bathroom. 'Just right for two,' I
returned his smirk. Trumped, Rupert my man.

'Orrite,' he muttered and sat on the bed to remove his trainers and sock, I
followed thinking perhaps he'd given in too easy. It was paranoia time
again but I was past caring. We more or less disrobed in sequence. A
t-shirt for me, a t-shirt for him, unzip the cargoes in unison, drop them
peeping at each other and at last we stood there like a pair of complete
idiots, me in my briefs and he is his boxers that he must have inherited
from Mr Blobby. 'Come on,' surprisingly he smiled and fully aware of a
burgeoning erection I slipped my briefs to the floor as he wriggled his
hips and his boxers fell getting hooked on his semi hardon. Naked we both
looked at each other and I think we were both pretty happy at what we saw,
I studied his darker skinned body than mine, slim and trim but with a trace
of adolescent muscle. Nowhere near as dark as Jake but beautiful in his own
way and as we stared at each other our erections slowly rose to their full
stretch.

'Davey,' he grabbed my hand and we subsided onto the bed, a moment later we
were in each other's arms and this was a two way boy lover's struggle. No
more playtime, no more Mister Nice Guy. I spread his wriggling body on the
bed and nuzzled at his throat grasping his hard meat and moving it to and
fro, he did the same and we shared a little bit of heaven. OK, so we were
both novices at this sort of thing but we'd got off to a good start.

'Shower?' he croaked.

'Let's,' I grinned inanely and trailed his tight little bottom into the
tiny bathroom. Seconds later we were scrunched up in the cubicle wet skins
sliding against each other and now fully stretched boy meats really meeting
in ernest.

'What was the part of the film you liked the best?' I whispered as we
swayed under the warm water. I had a pretty good idea what he was going to
say, my quitely shy Rupert had developed into some sort of Romeo, his soapy
hands were everywhere and his rigid spike was between my legs thrusting up
and under. This kid was seriously hot stuff.

'When the kid did his mate with the glasses in the bush thingy... he cum on
his belly and then whacked it straight back in... wicked.'

'You could do that with me if I got to do the same to you,' I muttered ever
the trader.

'Sounds good,' he smiled and then kissed my fondling my slippery
bottom. 'Me first.'

'You ever done this sort of thing before?'

'Nah. You're my first and that's the best way... I've fancied you forever.'

'You dim prick,' I clung to him. Why the hell didn't you say something
before. I felt the same.'

'Yeah and what if I got it wrong. Remember that Freddy who outed that
kid...'

Yeah, he was right. Some time ago one of our quieter types had plucked up
some courage from the depths of himself and declared his fondness (and that
only) for one of the other boys and the kid who got chatted spread it all
around the school. The quiet boy had his life made a misery and in the end
was withdrawn from the school and I think his family even moved area. The
funny thing was I was sure the kid who had done the shit slinging was 'at
it' but there you go. Rupert although sweet and a bit dim was right on this
one. You just had to be careful even with a long established mate, one
false move and you were in shit, worse than that as far as local life went
it was virtual destruction. Everyone talks free and easy, gender equality,
gay rights and all that crap but try it when you're a teenager. Gay has
gotten a new meaning with kids, when they say something is gay they don't
mean, bent or queer or any of those old expressions they mean crap. Just to
clear that one up, if a teenager calls a footballer or cricketer gay he may
not mean he suspects his sexuality... he may just mean he's
rubbish. Strange but true.  Dave and Rupert's Street Slang Current edition.

'Yeah, yeah,' I clung to him in the shower and enjoyed the feel of his
thick boy cock slipping between my legs. I wanted to fuck with him, I
wanted to join, to mate, to breed, now how sad is that but I was going to
do it.

'You want me?' he mumbled into my shoulder.

'Yeah,' I croaked.

'Let's go then lover boy,' he laughed and I turned the water off and we
grabbed towels.We towelled off each other in the bedroom and it turned into
a love fest, now that we were nice and clean I kissed Rupert everywhere and
I mean everywhere and he lost it big time, his lips were around my balls,
on my belly and he finally took me in his mouth. I never thought he would
but then again I never thought I'd do the same, I worked around on the bed
and took his beautifully firm boy cock deep into my mouth and I was lost.

The taste and the slipperyness of this incredibly hard piece of him was
beyond imagination, I just freaked at the thought of his boyish juice
squirting and spurting into my mouth.

Jesus, what was I on about? He wanted something better than that. I pushed
him away and flopped onto my back into the centre of the bed. 'Turn the
light off.' I didn't know if the others were eavesdropping but I hoped not,
they had us online, they knew it and so did we. This night was ours.

'What,' Rupert looked at me slack jawed with spittle smearing his lower
face.

'Do it, Rupe,' I whispered so quietly that I didn't know if he heard me or
not but he went over and clicked the switch to off. A second later he was
kneeling between my legs and his mouth dropped onto my jerking cock
again. This time I lifted my legs taking my knees back to my chest.

'Oooh, Davey,' he sobbed and his face went down. To my absolute amazement I
felt his tongue slipping and sliding across my hole. I should have been
disgusted but I wasn't, I just lay back and closed my eyes. This was
Rupert's first time and i just hoped that I enjoyed it as much as he was
going to. He was a good learner and must have watched the film closely as
he lapped and licked forever, I even felt the tip of his tongue probing at
my hole but at last it was over. I felt his body against mine, his lips
came down onto mine and at the same time I felt the pressure of his swollen
glans, a sharp pain and his hardness was in me.

'Aaaaaaah,' I tensed and held his hips.

'You alright,' he asked in a shaky voice. 'You alright... does it hurt?'

'Take it easy, Rupe,' I held his head and softly kissed him. 'Take your
time... you've just taken my cherry.' Sick or not I had to giggle and I was
still stiffling laughs as he started to plough in and out and his
exquistely solid cock began to open me up and sink deeper and deeper into
my body. Moments later I felt his flat belly up against my balls and he
sighed with satisfaction.

'Wicked.' That was all he said but from Rupert that was enough, it was his
top compliment. I smiled in the dark and held his narrow hips as he bent in
towards me and started the very first fuck of his young life. I was happy
and it didn't even hurt, it felt a bit odd and I felt bloated but it was
moving in and out quite easily and it was a bloody BUZZ. It was great. my
Rupert was shagging me... and I was on a promise. As he fucked away getting
faster and faster and jolting me up the bed I clasped his smooth flanks
holding him in tightly feeling and savouring his hot cock in my belly.

It was a first and I didn't expect it to last for too long but he did
alright, he fucked on and I writhed around on the bed as he penetrated me
time and time again. 'I'm gonn...' he moaned and I felt him slip free then
the splashes of his hot slime on my belly and hardness and then almost
instantly a jolt as he thrust straight back into me and finished off.

'Gawd, that was something else,' I moaned clutching him tightly. He was
still inside me moving slowly on his own slick spunk but he was done, his
hot breath fanned my ear and he mouthed the side of my face.

'I didn't hurt you did I?' He muttered anxiously.

'Nah, you were perfect,' I grinned at him and I meant it. He was wonderful
and I'd thought of him as a friend. A friend no more, now a lover and a
damn good one at that in my total lack of experience.

His limp cock slipped free and he lay alonside me with his slippery penis
pressed up against my leg. 'I cum buckets,' he boasted and I saw his teeth
flash in the gloom.

'Tastes nice,' I sampled some from my belly and he squealed in mock disgust
but I felt him run his finger into the puddle, he thought I didn't see him
but he was tasting himself. Yeah, so we were a pair of dirty buggers... so
what?

'You wanna do me now?'

'What's the rush, sweetheart?'

'Don't call me gay names,' he snapped and did a little moody turning his
back on me until I grasped him and turned him to face me.

'I'm sorry, Rupe. It's my sense of humour.'

'Your piss poor sense of humour,' he corrected me and then I saw his teeth
flash in the dark, he was smiling.

'Sorry,' I repeated and moved in huggling his slender body to me and
feeling my stiffness slip between his smooth legs, his depleted penis
squished between our bellies as I hugged him hard and kissed softly and
then harder as he returned and then we were in a tongue tangle as we each
tried to outdo each other on the kiss of life front.

'Do me now, I've got to get up in the morning,' he giggled softly and moved
clear of my gentle thrusts and lay on his back like a bride on her wedding
night.

'Roll over,'

Silently he turned onto his belly and I forced his legs open kneeling
upright between them stroking his soft bottom. He groaned a little as I
spread his legs right out and bent to kiss the back of his neck and then
lapped and nibbled down his spine finishing up mouthing his silken skinned
flanks. 'Beautiful,' I fondled his firm yet springy flesh savouring the
tenseness and the trembling, the fright that he must have been encountering
in this the first time he'd surrendered himself totally to another boy, a
boy who was going to penetrate his body and basically abuse him. 'I'll stop
if you tell me to.'

'I trust you, Davey. You won't hurt me.'

I just hoped he was right. Even I wasn't a dummy and I knew I should have
mustered some lube and purely on inspiration I slipped my hand under the
pillow. Nothing. Feeling a bit let down I felt under his pillow this time
and struck gold. One of the others must have put it there and I bet my
bottom dollar it was Jake. I felt a tube like a small toothpaste tube and
without the benefit of light I knew exactly what it was.

'Whatcha doing, Dave,' Rupe mumbled into the pillow.

'I found what I was looking for,' I explained quickly and he seemed a bit
miffed that they'd done such a thing but I smiled and told him that all the
barriers were down, we knew exactly where we stood with them now. They were
expecting us to do the dirty together and they were perfectly happy with
that. The fact that it was in their long term interests or their not too
secret squirrel agenda was neither here nor there.

He gasped and jumped when I smeared a smidgeon of the cold and very
slippery oil or lotion bwteen his cheeks. I probed at his tight little ring
and intruded one finger easing his muscle and feeling his warmth and
tightness grip me.

'Put some on your thingy,' he grunted and then I felt him shaking... he was
giggling into the pillow.

'It's not bloody funny,' I annointed my straining stiffness and guided it
down to his waiting pucker. He tensed his body as I pressed against his
yeilding flesh and I entered him, it was so smooth that I was shocked when
he gave a low moan and I felt his heat and the incredible experience of
someone's body surrounding my organ. I was in him and he gave a little
wriggle and sighed. 'Alright, Rupe?' I asked anxiously.

'Yeah, great,' he answered sarcastically. 'Feels weird,' he then gave a
little push up onto my erection absorbing a little more.

'Great,' I bent lower and kissed him slipping in a little further and then
risked my first movement, just a little in and out and then a bigger one.

'I can live with this,' he reached back and grabbed my hips as I started to
pump. I couldn't make a big deal of it, I was as hard as a rock and my dick
was itching like hell. I knew that my scrotum was uptight and I wouldn't
last too long, I just didn't want to cum before I was all the way in so
away I went. I rested my forearms either side of his torso and started to
move faster and faster sinking deeper at each stroke and finally rested my
belly on his sweaty back totally sheathed in his hotly tight flesh. I was
in and in all the way, I gave an extra dig and he pushed back hard. 'Do
it,' he croaked and I did.

The bestest ever experience of my young life, I hammered away into his soft
bottom as he had with me and in the end I felt I'd died and gone to heaven
as I felt my penis seem to swell and then the merciful release as my
hardness throbbed and I felt my semem burst and squirt into his tight
passage. As I came he pushed up against me and I pushed in hard. God, the
sensation of actually coming in a partner and a willing partner was too
much, I lay on his back feeling my penis wilt in it's nest of creamy
fluid. I was done and so was he.

'I feel all squishy... randy rat,' he clamped his bottom expelling me and
quickly rolled over under me and grabbed me hugging me tightly and
accepting my kisses and mouthings. 'Didn't hurt a bit,' he seemed
surprised.

'It'll be easier next time,' I answered.

'Mmmmmm,' he cuddled me and I relaxed. It was all over but I'd make another
bet. I bet we'd do it again before the wakeup call in the morning.

I woke to the sound of birds which is not what you get at home, probably
because the local hoodies pelt them with stones. Glancing at my watch I saw
that it was just after five in the morning, absolutely incredible as I
normally woke up when shouted at or called my my mum. Birdsong was a new
experience and something was missing. After a confused couple of minutes I
realised what the noise was, it wasn't rain, it was Rupert in the
shower. Rupert... Rupe, my lover. I lay in bed just a bit worried, how was
he going to be this morning after last night's performance.

He didn't give any indication at all of his feelings, he just came into the
room damp from the shower and scowled at me (did I mention he scowled a
lot?). 'Go and clean up,' he muttered and sat on the bed.

Fucking hell, that didn't sound too healthy.

I slipped from the bed and did what I was told, for once he was giving the
orders and I was carrying them out. I felt bubbly to put it mildly but had
a good clear out to be disgusting and then a nice shower. I tried to put it
off but eventually wandered back in the bedroom to find that he had two
mugs of coffee made for us, he was really making himself at home.

'The others aren't up, are they?'

'You gotta be joking,' he laughed. 'It's just gone five. How do you feel?'

'Alright,' I answered cautiously.'

'You know that Jake wants to do things with you?' He looked at me solemnly
as he handed me the steaming mug.

'Probably with you too,' I answered. 'Micky fancies you as well.'

'I know,' he answered quite bluntly. 'That doesn't fuss me, he's rather
nice,' he gave a brief smile.

'About us...' I started but he cut me off.

'We're pals,' he grunted slipping back into the bed shedding his towel on
the way, I got a glimpse of his and it had a healthy bloom to it, it was
half hard in fact but healthy bloom sounded more suitable for the
country. 'We're pals,' he repeated. 'And I hope we're an item... I hope
we're boyfriends.' his eyes dropped and he studied his coffee.

'We are,' I stood and allowed my towel to slip to the floor, without
another word I climbed into the bed and snuggled up close without spilling
my drink. 'We are boyfriends, all the way, Rupe,' I stuck my coffee on the
bedside cupboard and gently kissed him on the side of his face. Disposing
of his mug he turned to face me and kissed me fully on the lips.

'Good,' he grinned back to normal and his hand grasped me under the
bedding. ''Glad you washed it,' he gave me another big grin and his head
disappeared into the bed. Jeez, I nearly leapt a mile as I felt his hot and
wet mouth encompass my nearly hard penis and bring it to to total
erection. His head moved slowly up and down on me and I reached under
holding his head as he carried out his self appointed task. I'd do him in a
bit and he knew it, we were boyfriends after all.

After a little while of his sucking and slurping I gave in and throwing the
bedding back reversed myself on the bed facing upto his dark skinned stiffy
and taking it into my mouth. He was darker skinned than I was, sallow I
supposed you'd call it but that was down to his dark hair and
pigmentation. Mind you, he wasn't anywhere as near as brown as Jake who
appeared to be some sort of half-cast, not the sort of thing you asked
questions about, at least not on the first or second dates.

'Never thought I'd finish up doing this to you,' Rupe gobbled merrily on
and squinted at me. 'All a bit bent, innit?'

'If you say so, sweetnuts,' I laughed and tried to take his erection all
the way into my mouth, I gave up when I gagged on his bulging glans but I'd
made the effort. I wanted to cum at the same time as Rupe and that's
exactly the way it was, as he finally jerked and spewed his rich boy juice
into the back of my throat I tensed my belly muscles and squirted my all
down his neck as well. Then for the post sexual frolic, spunky lips met the
same and we shared kisses and cuddles until he decided to have a another
shower and sort himself out for work. I pulled the duvet over myself and
settled down for another nap. His day to work, my day to play



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