Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2008 14:46:46 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: RAINY BRIGHTON DAYS

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Rainy Brighton Days



Part One



by



G. Cutter



It was barely ten in the morning and after glancing through the window at
the rainswept street I returned to my cup of tea and my local paper which
was three days old. I was on the third day of a four to six week stay in
Brighton and I was off to a bloody good start. It had rained solidly since
I'd arrived and looked set to continue for another few days yet if the
local forecast was to be believed.

I was house minding and I suppose before I go any further I have to explain
myself.

Name, Peter Carter. Age, nineteen. Occupation, Student at the University of
Surrey and studying Modern Languages which, let's say, is interesting if
you're into languages which I was. I'd left school with an A Plus in French
and German (amongst others) and it seemed to me with expanding world
markets, etc. etc. that translators and linguists would be in demand in the
future.My personal councellor agreed and said and why not? My course was
set, I enrolled at the University and away I went. Did I say, I was blond,
around six foot (Old English) and pretty slim and trim being a good swimmer
and a fair athlete, running and jumping that is.

The house minding? Well, that's a bit of a short story on it's own. Coming
from a rather penurious family of paupers I intended to work my holidays
whilst at Uni but fortunately I clicked with a pal on my courses who was
super rich. Well, put it this way, he was twenty and he had his own house
down in Brighton. I'd spent a few weekends with him and found out pretty
quickly he was gay which gave me no problems as I was that way inclined
myself. To cut a short story even shorter I was invited or offered the use
of his place in Brighton provided I did a few jobs around the place and
maintained the security. I think the latter meant making sure that none of
the strays he'd picked up and later dropped burgled him or spray painted
nasty things on his garage door... anyway, it was an offer I couldn't
refuse.

The previous summer was a beauty and I'd made merry, I truly did. I had no
restrictions on who I entertained so hooked up with another like minded
student and had a thoroughly enjoyable five weeks. A long hot summer
holiday and by God it was hot. This one, so far, was a disaster. For
starters, Jeff the other nineteen year old I'd consorted with if that's the
term had moved on - in fact, he'd left Uni altogether so I was here on my
own.

Ralph Baker, the guy I was house minding for had no objection to me
shacking someone up for a couple of weeks or even a month, he trusted me
that much and as he'd said by the time he got back from his cruise or
whatever he might be able to pick up some crumbs from the table. You can
interpret that as you wish . The big problem was neither I nor he, nor many
holidaymakers realised that July and August were going to turn into near
monsoon months.

Eventually, three days in, thoroughly pissed off and running out of food I
gird my loins in a manner of speaking. Rain or no rain I had to shop and
why not have a look around the Brighton meat racks, why not indeedy?

By the time I got myself dressed and got organised it was coming on
lunchtime, I got my Fiesta from the large garage and was on my way. The
rain had eased off a bit but I had a plastic raincoat as well as a brolly
so I didn't fuss too much. The problem with this sort of weather was that
it tended to cut the amount of eye candy massively, in fact, the place was
near deserted as I drove down the hill and passed the Brighton rail
station. Brighton is a big place and a fully operational town in it's own
right as well as just being a holiday resort. In fact, it wasn't so much of
a holiday resort now although there were a hell of a lot of foreign
students frequenting the place being so close to two Universities. It was
still known as the Gay Capital of the South for all the obvious reasons but
in the weather of the day it just looked tatty and jaded. Jaded? I suppose
it was, the Brighton's heyday had been in the seventies and eighties and a
lot had happened since then... it had calmed down. The so callled 'gay
scene' didn't interest me at all, I just wanted someone to have and to hold
as they say, I didn't want any swishers or campers and I certainly didn't
want to advertise my sexuality, that was my business and no one else's.

I did the bulk of my shopping in Churchill Square and trucked it down to
the car park stashing it in my car and then went awandering as one does. I
dumped my plastic raincoat which made me look like a trainspotter or
something equally nerdy and settled for the brolly which looked just as bad
but it was raining after all. Coffee and a bun first which gave me the
opportunity to survey the bustling crowds of three or four soggy shoppers
and got me right pissed off. The translation of that to the non English is
'dejected' or 'annoyed'. I sat there in the window surveying the scene and
eventually decided to stroll through to the Lanes. The Lanes to give them
their fully capitalised title are a collection of narrow streets featuring
antique shops (even junk shops), fashion shops, a couple of pubs and
cafes... supposedly 'old' Brighton. It was the place everyone visited and
then wondered why the hell they bothered. Anyway, after all that I finished
up in a pub and had a gloomy pint of swill, I mean I was gloomy not the
pint, the pint was just crap so I moved on thinking deep thoughts on how to
find a piece of meat and this wouldn't be the type you buy at the butchers.

I walked around with my brolly and found exactly nothing, the place had
gone into winter routine. Even the Fortunes of War, the little bar under
the Esplanade was as dead as a doornail so I decided to head back for my
car and go home, perhaps tomorrow might be better, maybe the weather might
improve. I got back to mt car and decided to cruise past the clocktower,
take in the area around the bus station and finally check out the railway
station known haunts of the footloose and fancy free to get all poetic
about things. They were places where new arrivals tended to lurk to be
blunt. Brighton like London was a place where kids from all parts of the
country headed for imagined pavements paved with gold. Yeah, even in this
day and age they really did. Loads of work, rich queens, fortunes to be
made... yeah, right. More like a life of shoplifting, drugs and one night
stands for peanuts. Sorry about that, that's just me being realistic and
down to earth, it must be the weather getting me down.

Well, the clocktower was deserted, there were a couple of scruffy skags
perambulating the bus station looking for a free meal and I was history. I
got back into my little Fiesta and headed for the station parking by the
main entrance, at least it was dry in there and unusually for a station
cafe the tea was drinkable.

I felt better as soon as I walked in under the huge clock. The place wasn't
heaving with prey but there was a scattering of the younger types lurking
around and I headed for the cafe and bar alongside. A few of the strays as
I generally called them glanced at me but not for long, most of them were
looking for someone a bit older and looking a damn sight more prosperous
than I was. I suppose that's one advantage of being a nineteen year old
student, you don't look like a hunter or even a predator, you just look
like... nothing, a nobody.

I sat in the cafe nursing a cup of tea, I sat on a tall stool by the window
looking out onto the concourse watching the movements of the peasantry. I
felt a bit like a cheetah eyeballing a herd of gazelle to get all Richard
Attenborough-ish. I pulled a ciggy out and lit up (I was going to say 'fag'
there but my American readers get all confused). Now, I don't normally
smoke or not a lot but I do find that if you pull a cigarette out with a
bunch of youngish layabouts in the vicinity there's always one, maybe two
will come across and try their luck. Just to prove me wrong no one
approached so I smoked my smoke and drank my lukewarm tea in solitude.

I suppose the first little ray of hope came when I decided to pop into the
Station Bar next to the cafe for a drink before heading for home and
another bout of mindless television. There was a kid, or a youth I should
say sitting on a bench outside the bar nursing a half pint glass of
something looking all miserable and dejected. I glanced at him and gave him
a brief smile as is my wont and he gave a slight nod as if to say hello or
maybe just to acknowledge the smile.  He was nice or seemed so at a casual
glance. He could have been anywhere between sixteen and eighteeen but
probably towards the younger end of the range. He was dark haired from what
I could see as he had a ball cap on and I would imagine him to be
reasonably slender or slim. Well, he gave that impression but he was
wearing one of these huge anoraks the old time 'mods' used to wear. I got a
Scotch and a splosh in a large glass and studied him or his back through
the fortunately clear glass window. His hair was a bit long but definitely
black and not dark and he seemed to just be sitting there watching the
world go by. I decided to wait a while to see what he'd do... probably
stand up and walk off but what the hell, I had nothing better to do.

I didn't have to wait too long, five minutes later he came in and ambled
upto the bar which was a bummer, he had money and that was never good at
least not to someone like me, someone looking for a needy stray I should
have said. He got another half pint and idly scanned the bar which was
really heaving with a married couple up by the back wall and myself by the
front window

'Shit day,' he mumbled as he plonked himself down at the next table to
myself.

'You're right there,' I answered trying to place his accent. Certainly not
a Southener but not all that far north, maybe Manchester or Leeds, he
certainly sounded young. 'Holidaymaker?' I asked trying to prolong the
conversation or get one going. One thing in my favour is that he'd moved
into my space, I hadn't moved into his.

'Looking for work,' he took a sip of his beer and looked over the top of
his glass at me. I noticed his eyes and the rabbit song came to mind. You
know the one... 'Brighteyes...'

'Not much around,' I patted the chair alongside me. 'I hate shouting.' He
immediately got up and moved. I'd scored, or he had. My evil little mind
was spinning like a top. No well brought up young man starts talking to a
complete stranger in a station and then willingly moves in on him. This kid
which is a lot easier than saying 'this youth' every five minutes was
searching as much as I was or he was just a gullible, friendly puppy type
and there aren't too many of them around in Brighton.

'You local?' He asked directly without any apparent shyness.

''House minding for a month or so,' I told him. There was no danger
there. I wouldn't give too much information away to a copmplete stranger
but if you're on the swag you have to open up a bit. 'I'm on long holiday
from Uni.'

'Nice,' he grinned and he did have a nice smile. Nice white teeth anyway
and I liked his eyes, blue but not the cold blue the darker, warmer
blue. The more I took crafty peeps the better he looked. When he'd stood
I'd seen that he did indeed appear slender and taller than I'd thought,
probably around the same height as I was. 'Nice to have a place to live at
least.'

'What about you?' Down for some seasonal work?'

'Yeah. Small chance and no bloody chance,' he moaned. 'Half the holiday
places haven't even opened up yet.'

'Half way through their season,' I commented. 'Gonna be a duff one as well
unless we have a sudden heatwave. They're going to have to hope to get
lucky later.'

'Yeah, that's fine,' he pouted. 'If you've got money in the bin.'

I smiled sympathetically, the time was coming for him to give me a hard
luck story and try me for a fiver or a tenner.

'So, you're broke?' I spoke after a moment as he didn't seem inclined to
open up further.

'Not yet,' he smiled again. At least he wasn't completely down on his luck
not like some of the skags poncing pennies and shoplifting for drugs. 'Once
I've paid for a flop I'll be in the shit.

'Can't you afford the fare home? Call it quits, cut and run?'

'I'm seventeen, I've left home... for good,' he scowled.

'Ah.'

'Ah,' he repeated. 'That's helpful.'

'Have a drink, that's more helpful,' I smiled and looked down as I
stood. 'What is it?'

'Can't buy you one back,' he protested half heartedly. 'Half of Ordinary,'
he held his glass out all the same. I walked over to the bar satisfied
now. I think this one would fall into my arms, it was just a matter of
beating around the bush. He'd come onto me was the way I looked at it,
maybe rightly or maybe wrongly. Time would tell and very shortly at that, I
had no intention of hanging about this dump although he was a good looking
kid and I could feel stirrings already. I was getting frustrated thinking
about him with that bloody great anorak off instead of sitting there like
Paddington Bear.

'I presented him with a full pint and sat again with my Scotch and a splosh
replenished. That would be enough for me, I had to drive after all and
although it was mid afternoon I didn't like taking chances, at least not on
the driving front.

'Hey, you'll get me drunk,' he laughed and raised his glass looking through
the liquid like an experienced drinker which he clearly wasn't.

'That wouldn't do,' I murmured and he laughed.

'My feet are cold,' he gave a dramatic shiver. 'Trainers are wet,' he
explained but I realised when I was being fed a line or perhaps I was
making leap of faith. I took the plunge anyway, the worse he could do was
to tell me to fuck off or throw my pint over me, both unlikely I gambled.

'Come around my place and relax for the afternoon,' I suggested with my
heart well and truly in my mouth which is most uncomfortable I can assure
you.

'Yeah?' He looked at me without the smile this time but he was still good
to look at. Regular features with a cute upturned nose, pouty lips a little
thicker than normal and those blue eyes. In fact, he was bloody tasty and I
had a bad thought. He was so good looking, how come he hadn't been swagged
already? Perhaps he was a homophobic hard boy, you do get them around. Kids
come down to the so called 'Gay Capital' and then wonder why it's crawling
with gays and when they get chatted up every five minutes they lash
out. Mind you the rain had dampened down the scene over the last week.

'Yeah... just an offer. Take it or leave it. I might even manage you a
meal.'

'How old are you?' He asked suddenly.

'Nineteen and a student etc. etc. I have told you.'

'Just checking,' he laughed. 'Living with parents? Oh, no. Housekeeping.'

'House minding or housesitting, not quite the same thing.'

'Ah, gotcha,' he nodded although I don't really think he knew what I was
talking about and he still hadn't taken me up on my offer.

I took a sip at my drink and settled back, he had a pint to get through and
he wasn't a quick drinker I was glad to note.

'What's your name by the way?'

'David, David Foster,' he looked at me. 'Yours?'

'Peter Carter.'

'Aged nineteen and a philanthropist,' he chuckled.

'Not quite,' I replied.

'Well, here's your good health and good luck, Peter,' he raised his glass
and looked at me quite boldly. He might have been one of the lost boys but
he wasn't what you'd call wimpy or shy. Maybe it was the drink talking but
he had brightened up a little and seemed more relaxed.

'Ditto, David. Good health.'

We both grinned like a pair of mumpties. I knew what the score was and what
I was after, I suspected that he knew exactly the same but was playing a
bit of a game, then again, he was hardly likely to give me a price. Quite
possibly some of the more experienced rent boys from London town but not
this kid. I idly wondered of he was a virgin but at seventeen and virtually
on the streets, surely not.

'I'm so tired,' he smothered a yawn. 'Sorry. I slept rough last night, the
hostel was full and all the benches were taken so I had to zonk in the
gents toilets.'

'Dangerous.'

'Tell me about it,' he scowled. 'You want to try sleeping on a shitter with
your feet jammed up against the door... it was a long bloody night.'

'Well, a bed goes with the relaxation, a meal... and a bath.'

'It's getting better,' he grinned quite happily this time. 'A bath and a
bed as well.'

'No strings,' I tried a bit of temptation.

'Shame,' he giggled and this was a genuine one, he even managed to splutter
beer everywhere to the disgust of the barman.

'Calm down, calm down,' I hissed and put my hand on his knee, our first
actual bodily contact even if it was through slightly damp baggy jeans.

'Sorry,' he apologised and wiped his eyes. 'I've got a sick sense of
humour.'

'Sounded alright to me,' I grinned.

'How far is this place?' He picked up his drink again. 'I've really got to
look for a job.'

'Well, it's Friday afternoon now, the rain's in for the weekend so you may
as well lay low and consider your options.'

'What?' He looked at me in surprise. 'You can put me up for the weekend?'

'And feed you and bathe you,' I looked at him straight faced.

He nearly burst out laughing again and he was right. I don't know if his
humour was sick as he put it but he seemed to see a double entendre in
everything I said. He must have watched the camp shop assistants in The
Fast Show. 'First of all it's a bath now it's down to bathing me.'

'Sounds good to me,' I grinned. I had to get this kid home. I just prayed
that he wasn't one of those that had all the chat and then get all virginal
when you get them off the street.

'Right,' he suddenly drained his glass and placed it gently on the table
and looked at me. I think he blushed slightly but he was so dark skinned it
was hard to tell. I suppose I should explain the 'dark skinned'. I don't
mean he was a half cast, or of mixed parentage as they say, I just mean he
was a good looking white English youth with dark skin, he could be quite
easily mistaken for a Spaniard or Italian until he opened his mouth.

'Come, David,' I quickly knocked back my drink and stood. I was right, he
was as tall as me, possibly a shade shorter but not by very much, we'd fit
in a bed well together but I was getting ahead of myself. At the moment he
looked like a refugee from one of the better fed Oxfam centres. One thing I
did notice as I held the door for him being a gentleman and that was he
ponged. I mean he smelled funky plus, he needed a good bath and a change of
clothing but all that was in the pipeline of the imagination or the
twitching of the groin to get more earthy.

'Hey, you didn't say you had a car,' he exclaimed in delight when he saw my
little red heap.

'No big deal.' I got in and flipped open the passenger door.

'Cheers,' he settled in wrapping the huge anorak around himself. 'Whew, I
reek.' Well, I was glad he'd said it before I had.

'Probably that wet coat,' I said diplomatically.

'Socks and trainers as well.'

'If you have a nice bath and leave all your gear out I can stick most of it
in the machine,' I offered hopefully.

'Sounds like a devious plan. Just thought of it?' He grinned.

'Seemed like a good idea to me, you can't wear the same gear forever.'

'You're right,' he wiped the mist from the window. 'If you're offering a
bed you may as well offer a dressing gown to go with it.' He was talking
quite casually and if I hadn't noticed his faint blush with a sideways
glance I wouldn't have appreciated how nervous he was.

'Ralph said he had a load of gear he's outgrown,' I said. 'It's all in a
bloody great bag in the back room, there's got to be something in that.'

'Who's Ralph?' He asked suspiciously.

'Don't worry, he's down the Med on a cruise. Just you and I today.'

'Good,' he flashed a grin at me. I drove on, I was getting more and more
certain that this young man was a goer. He was saying all the right things
at the right time but then again it was still a matter of slowly,
slowly. Even if he was game for a game I didn't want to upset him or
startle him. Perhaps he was a novice or an amateur, he may have been a
total virgin but I thought that was a bit unlikely at his age. The point
was, had he gone through the boyhood fumbles and thought he knew it all or
had he actually done 'it' and was in the process of playing me like a fish
just for his own amusement?

'Nearly there.'

'Good,' he looked at me. 'Do you pick up many boys at the station?'

'Not really,' I laughed as we turned into he small drive. 'I don't live
here permanently and as I recall I didn't actually pick you up. We just
met.'

'Right. You do fancy me though?' He stood there grinning as I faced him
across the roof of the car.

'Yeah,' I smiled back and he walked from the garage as I lowered the door,
he stood there in the rain that had eased to a drizzle and walked behind me
to the front door.

He stood for a moment admiring the house (which wasn't all that big) and
then followed me into the small hallway and then through into the lounge
which Ralph liked 'comfortable' if not verging on scruffy.

'So, I thought you were a housekeeper,' he grinned surveying the shambles.

'House minder,' I reminded him. 'The man likes clean not tidy if you can
sort that one out.'

'Gotcha,' he grinned clearly not appreciating the fine line between the
two.

'Well,' I spoke after the famous pregnant pause. 'Let's get you sorted
out. Drink, food, bath and some dry gear? Your choice.'

'Dunno. Mum,' he grinned cheekily at me and started to take the anorak off
and that, was, at least, a start. Mind you, a few moments later with the
baggy overcoat off and his baseball cap sitting on top of the cooker he
showed a whole new face to the world. Slender as I'd suspected but what a
mess, a navy blue short sleeved shirt over a long sleeved white, or what
used to be white, t-shirt and baggy jeans which I hate at the best of
times. When they're damp and look as grotty as his did they are totally
disgusting. They nearly killed my lust but not quite, all I could see with
my x-ray eyes were his smooth brown legs and I'm sure they were. I tried
not to think of his underwear, if his briefs or boxers were as filthy as
the rest they would be disgusting. I wondered when he last had a bath and
change of clothing.

'How's about a tinny and a couple of sandwiches. I'll sort you out some
fresh gear and we'll think about getting you into a bath.'

'Sounds good to me,' he looked up. 'Can I take these trainers off?'

'Help yourself,' I grinned and raked about in the fridge producing a can of
Castlemaine, a plate of corned beef and lettuce. That would do him until I
could sort out something a bit more filling. Of course after more alchohol
he might say a bit more about himself. I might be in lust but I was aware I
was entertaining a complete stranger in a close friend's house. I had the
leeway or the permission, I just needed to use some of my common sense as
well. Just because someone is pretty, handsome, or even good in bed doesn't
mean that they can't also be a thief or a rip off merchant.

I made him two mighty sandwiches which he tore into between slurps of his
cold lager. I left him in peace hoping that he'd have something to say at
the end and he did.

'I come down from Leeds,' he informed me half way through and then at the
end he started to speak again. 'I'm not a runaway or under age or anything
you know.'

'That's nice to know. So, what are you? A job seeker?'

'More or less,' he admitted. 'I was hoping with the holiday season to just
about walk into some sort of job... looks like I fucked up.'

'You did, big time,' I told him. 'Any decent jobs will be gone by now, you
should have been here in May or even earlier.'

'May?' He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

'You need to be down here early, some of these people have been coming and
working here for years. Of course, that's not counting some of the London
rent boys who come down here for the season.'

'Bet they do well,' David mused attacking his second sandwich.

'Dunno,' I smiled and poured myself a Scotch and splashed lemonade into the
glass. 'I think I prefer the less blatant types.'

'Like me?' David grinned.

'Depends how it turns out,' I said trying not to grab him and stick my
tongue down my throat. The more I looked at him the more I fancied him and
he was just sitting calmy munching his way through a sandwich without a
care in the world. 'How long are you staying in Brighton or are you
staying?'

'No, I'll go home at the end of August if they'll have me back ,I just hope
I can get some work or I'll be going back before then.'

'Well, as I said you're OK here for the weekend... be my guest sort of
thing.'

'That's very kind of you,' David replied almost formally. 'All at a cost I
suppose?' He avoided my eyes concentrating on his nearly finished
sandwiches as if they were going to disappear.

'Only what you want to pay,' I said and I suppose that said it
all. Business concluded and I realised that I'd more or less given him the
option of doing exactly bugger all which wasn't one of my smartest moves.

'I'm a bit new to this sort of thing,' he definitely did blush this time
and I took pity on him.

'Play it by ear,' I ruffled his thick dark overlong hair and he finally
looked up at me.

'I suppose this is the bit where you get me into a bath and offer to wash
my back... I seem to have read this scenario somewhere.'

'I wash fronts as well.'

'Now that sounds better,' he grinned at long last and his blush had faded a
little. 'I haven't had you know what for a week.'

'You know what?'

'Yeah,' he laughed and clenching his fist made a wanking motion. 'And I
feel absolutely grotty, I'd love a bath supervised or not.'

'Now that is an offer I can't refuse,' I laughed. OK, so we'd beaten around
the bushes a bit but we'd gor there in the end. 'Come and have a look at
this stuff Ralph's sending down the Thrift Shop and see if we can rescue
you something to fit.

'OK,' he drained his can and now barefooted padded after me into the back
room which was basically unused and we started to go through the bag and
the box which I was supposed to dump down the local Oxfam Shop or
wherever. A couple of t-shirts were no problem and even a lightweight
jacket appeared but the prize were two pairs of trousers, one a pair of
khaki cargoes and one a pair of army camos both of which may be a bit large
for Dave's slender frame but would hang off his hips quite well. The bonus
at the bottom of the black bag were a pair of trainers which were well
clapped out but a damn sight better than the ones he'd had abandoned in the
kitchen. You will, of course, note that as we approached bath time David
had become Dave. It was hard to be formal with someone you intended
attacking with a soapy sponge.

'I've got a fresh pack of briefs in my room but I'll run all your stuff
through the machine... you can wash your own socks.'

'Yes. Mum,' he laughed and at that point I lost it and grabbed him by his
slender waist.

'I'm not your Mum,' I snarled and pressed against him just to clarify the
point you understand and he reacted. He reacted well I mean. He moved
against me and apart from the unwashed boy smell I was in heaven or on my
way. It was hard to tell with him wearing jeans so stiff they were like
carboard but he had pressed against me and hadn't fought me off. His smooth
face was inches away and I brushed my cheek against his. A bit early to go
for a kiss and I'd much prefer him to clean his teeth first.

'Obviously not,' I felt his hands settle on my hips and still he didn't
push me away. 'We can't stay like this all day,' he grinned cheekily and
gave a little pelvic thrust. I made my last move and that was for the
moment, I slipped my hands down the back of his still damp trousers cupping
his youthful buttocks in my hands. Jelly on springs... I squeezed and he
wriggled and still pressed against me. I had to see him naked, I had to see
him wet and soapy and take it from there. The buggering about was over.

'Bathroom,' I whispered and reluctantly pulled free. I'm sure there was
regret in his eyes but I could have imagined it, hopefully not. I liked
him. Whether or not he was just a tease was something I was going to find
out in the near future. 'Come, Dave.'

'Not yet,' he gave a short laugh and followed me leaving the gear we'd
selected on the floor. I grabbed it all up and resumed the lead. Once
upstairs I took him into the bedroom (my room that was) and dumped the gear
on the bed and then showed him the bathroom. His uncertainty was back and
the rather cheeky or bold front he'd displayed downstairs was gone. He
hovered as I squirted foam in the big bath and turned the mixer tap to a
reasonable temperature and started to fill. I'm using the word hover as
that's exactly what he did, poor soul, he just didn't know what to do and
once again I took pity on his innocence or shyness.

'Have your bath, there's a bathrobe on the back of the door. Open one of
the fresh toothbrushes and feel free.' I felt like I was in charge of a kid
and I suppose I was. He was clearly new to all this and he was still
obviously very nervous even after a mild grope. 'I won't watch,' I
grinned. 'Gimme a shout if you want a hand.'

'A hand?' He raised his eyebrows.

'Yeah,' I glanced down at the fork of his jeans which displayed nothing,
then again the so called baggies never do. He'd look a whole lot better in
the tigher cargoes and camos we'd sorted out. Then again, he'd look a whole
lot better still with just sudsy foam to cover his nakedness.

'OK, gimme ten,' he smiled faintly as I left him to it. As I went into my
room I heard the door lock behind me. Mind you, a short while later I heard
the toilet flush and then the door opened just an inch or so. Silence and
then the sound of a body getting into the bath and splashing around. I
awaited the call to arms and that was assuming I was going to get one. He
still had time to flunk it or bottle out as they say around here.

'Pete.' I heard the quiet call a long ten minutes later.

'Yeah,' I stood behind the door. 'You OK in there?'

'I could use that hand,' he spoke quietly but I heard him fine and trying
to keep the smirk off my face pushed open the door and walked in. He was
sitting in the bath running some more water in and he looked a different
boy, his long black hair was glued to his head and the back of his neck but
his back and chest were as dark as his face and he craned around to look at
me. 'I said I could use a hand,' he reminded me.

'Right,' I made a grab for the sponge. For once I was at a bit of a loss,
believe it or not the famous 'getting it on in the bath' may have been
something he'd read about but it was a new one on me and I was at a bit of
a loss. As I'd advised him 'play it by ear' sounded like good advice. I
rubbed the soapy sponge over his shoulders and across the top of his chest.

'It's a big bath,' he remarked and suddenly put his hand on mine.

'It is,' I agreed.

'Get in then,' he giggled. 'You know you're going to attack me sooner or
later.'

'I'm not going to attack you,' I protested gently squeezing his neck.

'Come on get in the bath,' he whined. 'We're even then.'

I suppose it made sense although I don't know how it would make us even, it
would make us both naked that was for sure and I went for it. It's a damn
sight easier getting going once you're down to skin. He didn't look at me
as I peeled my shirt off and dropped my jeans and boxers, in fact he didn't
look at me at all as I slipped into the bath behind him sliding my legs
past his body and snuggling upto his wet back.

' Nice,' I wrapped my arms around him feeling him push himself back against
me. It was a good job Ralph had an outsized bath which he insisted came
with the house as we were quite comfortable together and as he pushed back
against me my erection slid up his back and was sandwiched between us.

'Dirty man,' he chuckled and taking hold of one of my hands guided it down
under the sudsy water.

Thank Christ for that. I felt his own hardness and wrapped my hand around
it's thickness and stiffness gently squeezing it trying to assess it's
size. He was probably about the same as I was and that was the 'standard
six', nothing extraordinary but a good size for a teeny and hard enough to
betray what was on his mind. He needed relief of one sort or the other, I
wanted to take him to bed so I expect something would sort itself out. 'Big
boy,' I nuzzled at the back of his wet neck and parting his hair with my
lips kissed him for the very first time.

'What happens when you've had your wicked way? Do I get my marching
orders?'

'Once I've had my wicked way, Davey boy... you have yours.'

'Really?' He almost squeaked with excitement.

'Really,' I grinned and reaching out with my other hand so that one came in
from his right fondling his erection and the other came from the left
cupping his heavy scrotum. Of course this pulled him into me tightly so
that my own hardness moved up and down between the small of his back and my
belly. 'Shower to finish?'

'Yeah, alright,' he muttered and we both clambered to our feet together. We
stood in the bath facing each other and naturally enough checked each other
out. He was a little shorter than I was and as dark as I was fair but both
our erections could be clones other than the shading. He shyly at first and
then more confidently held them together with both hands and squeezed them
moving his hand to and fro effectively giving us both a slow wank. I
wrapped my arms around him letting my hand slip down his wet back to clasp
his slippery buttocks one to each hand. They were delicious and he moaned
softly as I crushed him to myself. I didn't try to finger his crack of go
over the top, I was playing it so cool I was almost frosted up.

'Shower,' I helped him from the bath and we got into the shower cubicle
also one built for fun and games. As the warm water ran over us and I
squirted gel onto his chest he let himself go and this time he took me into
an embrace and he also got his hands on my bottom. He wasn't that bloody
shy, he grabbed and mauled my cheeks until I managed to get my hardness
between his legs whereon he promptly clamped on it and grinned his
pleasure.

'You fuck me and I'll fuck you,' he whispered throatily. OK, not all that
romantic but it showed where his interests lay.

'No probs with that,' I held his jaw and dropped my lips. This one was the
acid test. He looked startled for a moment and then returned my kiss as if
experimenting and finally opened his lips as my tongue probed. In the end
we shared the long kiss until we were both breathless and our tongues had
met each other in a bit of a slip and slide tango.

'I'm so tired,' he whispered and then chuckled. 'Not really but I am so
hard...'

'Come on,' I turned the shower off and then it was fluffy towel time.

'Betcha haven't got a hair dryer,' he shook his head like a dog splattering
me with water droplets.

'In the footlocker,' I pointed. 'You can't use it in here though, no
power. We can use it in my room.'

'Figures,' he remarked dryly and stood there with a little smile on his
handsome face as I started to pat him down with a big towel.

'Nice,' I murmured as I patted under his under his balls. He squirmed and
patted my head.

'Perv.'

'I know... come on, let's get this hair dryer going.' We went into my room,
my bedroom that is and he sat on the edge of te bed and started to blow dry
his long hair once I'd turned the thing on. He hadn't put on the bathrobe
but had settled for wrapping a towel around his waist but as he moved his
head around blowing away merrily I finished drying myself off and watched
him.

'I've never done the sex bit before,' he mumbled barely audible above the
whine of the machine. 'Everything else though. Not with men, with mates.'

'I'm not fully grown,' I smiled and sat alongside him putting my arm around
his shoulder. 'A student can't really be a dirty old man... can he?'

'A dirty young man,' he grinned as my hand parted his damp towel and I
extracted his warm flesh into the light. He might have been a novice as
he'd said but he was a very hard novice and he was willing and needy, I
could sense it. 'Aaah...' he gasped as I ducked my head and took my first
lap at his hard flesh. 'Jeez, Pete,' he held my head as I licked up and
down his straining flesh and then slowly and sensually slipped my wet lips
over his bulging glans. I could taste the faintest trace of semen above the
taste of soap and as I sucked and took more of him in the taste got
stronger, he was precuming just a little but he was all the same. 'That's
nice,' he switched the blower off and flopped back onto the bed as I peeled
the towel clear and began to stroke up and down his sides maneuvering him
into the centre of the bed. 'Shall we get in?'

'Good idea,' I laughed. Well, why not? I was happy. I was going to bed with
a beautiful brown skinned boy, he was randy, I was needy... what more could
you ask for on a rainy Friday afternoon. As soon as we were under the
covers we got into a huddle and this time he grasped my manhood and gently
squeezed and then moved his hand up and down. We huddled together as it
wasn't all that warm and as we clasped each other we tried our second kiss
and this time he was willing and eager.

'I'm so hard,' he whined.

'Shurrup,' I grinned and nuzzled at his throat and started to kiss down his
silken smooth body. He lay back and accepted what was happening and even
pushed my head down as I took him in my mouth again but this time I was
going for it. I wanted him and I wanted his essence, his fluid, his cum to
be blunt. I was going to drain him dry, he was a kid, he'd soon recover.

I made a meal of the vibrant young flesh in my mouth and as he humped away
and threshed about in the bed I got one hand under his sweet bottom
slipping one finger into his damp crack. He was so carried away with his
coming climax that he merely gave a litle twitch and a gasp as my finger
pierced his pucker and slipped into his warmth. I slipped from his penis
and wanked the slippery meat as he lifted his hips from the bed and a thick
white streamer of cum short from his slit up and over his tummy to splatter
onto his chest. I ducked my head and took him into my mouth again to
capture the second and third shots and then milked him dry with my hand and
suction until he lay back exhausted and sated.

'Gawd...' he moaned and stroked my hair as his boyhood started to soften.

'Exactly,' I started to lap up his smooth brown torso taking in the little
puddle in his navel and the long streak up on his sternum until he was nice
and clean if a bit sticky and slippery. This time as we hugged and kissed
he must have tasted his own cum on my lips but he did nothing other than
smile and reach down to grasp my own aching flesh.

'Your turn,' he grinned and took the same route that I had. I didn't try
and fight him off, he said that he'd done it before and he hadn't even
mentioned my finger in his hot bum for those pleasureable few minutes.  He
took me into his mouth without any fuss and did a good job, almost
deepthroating and once he was on me both his hands slipped under me
clasping my cheeks and he moulded and squeezed them as his head bobbed up
and down. The difference with his blow compared to mine was that as my
balls tightened and I approached my climax he kept on it all the way. He
drank or slurped I should say my cuming in it's totality. He seemed to like
it as he squeezed my slippery shaft until he'd extracted every last drop
and only then did he slide up the bed as I pulled the covers over us.

'You alright?' I snuggled in and allowed him to rest his head (and still
damp hair) in the crook of my neck so that his warm breath tickled my
throat.

'I'll live,' he whispered and I felt him relax.

'Catch up on your sleep, we can have supper later on.'

'I liked that,' he chuckled and rolled over turning his back on me. I moved
in pressing my now fully relaxed sex against his warm and oh so soft bottom
and he wriggled against me. 'That's nice,' he murmured sleepily and then
there was silence.

He was very obviously tired which wasn't surprising if he'd roughed it all
night and he slept like a log. I awoke around six in the evening and I
could still hear the rain. I could imagine it was the end of the world. It
hadn't stopped for three days and the television was full of flood warnings
and pictures of flooded towns and villages in the West Country and the
Midlands. I snuggled against his smooth warmth but in the end grabbed my
dressing gown and wandered down to the kitchen. We could eat later but for
now a cup of tea would be nice. Tea in bed with a new lover, now that is so
English it's cringey. Never mind, I brewed up two mugs and not knowing his
taste for sweetness took the mugs and sugar bowl up on a tray and placed it
on the bedside unit. I gave him a gently shake until he stirred (sounds
James Bondish there). Slipping back into the bed I snuggled up against him
again.

'Perv,' he muttered reaching iown and held my penis which was at half mast
to get all nautical. 'I smell tea.'

'To your right,' I struggled up in the bed until I was propped against
pillows and he followed my example.

'Cosy,' he gave me a cheerful if sleepy eyed grin and passed a mug over.

'Two sugars, please,' I handed it back. After we got that lot sorted out we
relaxed sitting up in bed drinking our splosh and gazing at the blank wall
opposite.

'I was thinking of a quiet night watching the goggle box or having a rake
through Ralph's DVD collection. I can phone out for fish and chips or a
pizza later on.'

'Sounds fun.'

'After that I was thinking of handcuffing you, tying you to the furniture,
covering you in Johnson's Baby Oil and abusing you.'

'Sounds cool,' he giggled. 'How about doing it like a Sex Ed class, you can
be the tutor and I'll be te pupil.'

'Even more fun,' I snaked a hand under the bedding and felt him up. Nice
one, he must get off on talking sex, he was as hard as a pipe.

'I had a mate before I left school and we did everything together apart
from that.'

'That?'

'You know,' Pete. The real thing, the kosher nasty.'

'There's nothing nasty about it. What's nasty about making love to
someone.'

'They usually call it sodomy when it's man or a boy.'

'Come on, Dave. I'm two years older than you are. I'm not really a man and
you're not really a boy - we're still both teenagers for Christ's sake.'

'Don't get excited,' he laughed. 'We're gonna give it a go and if I don't
like it I'll bugger off.'

'No you won't,' I squeezed his hot and now really hard flesh. 'I made an
offer for the weekend, it stands.'

'Good, I'll 'make love to you tonight first. If that goes OK, you can have
a go.'

'Very organised.' I settled down a bit after disposing of my mug. It was an
offer at least but for the moment... I slipped down a bit further and
tugged the duvet down his belly and gently exposed his hard flesh. Raising
up on one elbow I kissed his smooth velvet skinned belly and then took a
tentative lick at his twitching cock. He was primed and he was ready once
more, there was the slightest trace of cum at the tip of his glans and as I
licked it I could taste his essence.

'Jeez, Pete,' he moaned and half turned to me as I took his thick dark
skinned meat into my mouth again. 'Jeeeezus...'

It was as nice and just as juicy as it had been earlier on, he had a good
recovery rate and slowly fucked into my mouth as I sucked on him and did
all the little bonus bits he seemed to like. I opened his pee slit a bit
and ran my tongue across it, I licked across his gans and then around the
rim, I sucked his hard but smooth balls and then took it right in. He was a
big boy, as I might have said and I breathed though my nose as I felt his
glans slip right into my gullet almost choking me but I loved it... and so
did he. He held my head and threshed around on the bed fucking into my
suction and when he came it was even better than the last. I choked and
gagged on his thick creamy spunk but most of it slipped down my throat and
what I collected in my mouth I took down in a swallow and gulp. Even when
he was done I squeezed his fleshy tube like a toothpaste and slurped his
overflow through the slit of his foreskin as I pulled and pinched it up
over his slippery glans..

'Wicked,' he gasped and started at me with teary eyes. 'I am so shagged
out.'

'Later, baby,' I grinned and munched my way up his smooth belly sparing a
little nibble for his dark brown nips.

'Yeah,' he agreed. 'For that you've earned a reward,' He grinned and
started to head south.  He was a good boy, he tried to copy me in every
detail and just about succeeded although he had a little trick of his
own. He must have been thinking of our vague arrangement or maybe he just
wanted to try something out but his hand went under me and in my passion I
didn't really notice until I felt a finger broach the pucker and he was in
me. The trouble was once he got into ravishing me with his finger he
wouldn't stop and I was destroyed once he found my prostate. If he was as
shagged out as he'd said I was completely worn out and collapsed back onto
the bed as his mouth drained the remnants of my slimey cream and he still
slowly finger fucked me.

'Mercy, mercy, Dave,' I laughed and tried to push him off.

'I thought it was stuck in there,' he slowly and carefully slipped his
finger free and looked shocked. 'Christ, you've torn my finger nail off.'

'Clown,' I cuddled, he cuddled and we lay there depleted in a sweaty and
funky mess, it was definitely time for another shower and then we needed to
see about some food. 'You are a little darling you know.'

'I'm not all that little,' he objected.

'True.'

'You're a darling yourself,' he muttered with his arms around me and his
hands grasping my bottom. 'You know...' he looked at me and grinned.

'Go on,' I prompted him feeling his fingers probing at my crack and opening
my legs a little. I could get to like his moves, I wriggled my bum and he
grin widened.

'You know, I thought about being picked up by one of those queens you see
trolling around but not by a normal looking young guy.'

'And?'

'I did well,' he kissed me and then pulled back. 'Because you are so hot
and I'm so hard.' To prove it he mashed his reawakened hardness up against
my belly. 'You are so fuckable,' he rolled on top of me pressing me down
into the mattress and roughly feeding his hardness between my legs. I quite
naturally clamped on his hot hardness and then stroked his smooth bottom.

'We both get to do it tonight,' I struggled free and slid from the bed.

'Aw...' he whined giving me a piteous look, a fine bit of acting.

'We both get to do it tonight,' I repeated.

'We do,' he agreed and slipped from the bed. 'Nice shower?'

'And then eat,' I grabbed his hand and towed him to the bathroom. Well, my
toyboy wasn't such a toy, a boy or even a standard bottom for want of an
expression but he was fun and I was beginning to think we went well
together. Mind you the nitty gritty had yet to come but I already had high
hopes. We had our shared shower and he was hard again, I just hoped it was
me turning him on otherwise he had a bad case of satyriasis, I hoped for
the former. Mind you he did things to me, I was just as hard as he was and
the touch of his smoothly wet body and that deliciously tight boy's bottom
in my hands had me dribbling all over again. I had to call a halt and then
it was time for the hair dryer again... if he stayed I'd get him a damn
shower cap.

We kept ourselves to bathrobes and luckily Ralph seemed to have doubled up
on everything probably to accomodate the strays he picked up. Anyway, we
weren't going out and it would be nice and cosy in front of the fire with
easily disposable clothing. It was still raining, no surprise there so I
phoned through for two fish suppers to be delivered and was told they would
be delivered in an hour which suited me fine. I got a music DVD playing on
the machine, nothing too rowdy and it was pleasant sitting on the sofa
which we tugged around to make room by the fire. I had my plans and the one
right in the front of my mind was taking him on that fluffy carpet and him
taking me. After that... who knows. My last step was to snaffle the body
oil from the bathroom unseen by Dave of course and drop it down the side of
the big sofa.

The kid came with the meals on time and I asked him in so that I could sort
out his money and a tip. I knew him slightly as I remembered him from the
previous year doing the same job but he was nicer now, more grown up, maybe
fifteen or sixteen but even at sixteen he seemed a bit nervous as he lurked
in the gloomy hallway waiting me sorting out his cash. Funnily enough he
was a part clone of David, only with a short crew cut if that makes
sense. I tried to remember his name but couldn't.

'Here you go, six quid and keep the change,' I presented him with the
dosh. 'Jimmy isn't it?'

'James,' he grinned. 'I got promoted.' His eyes dropped as he took the cash
and I realised by bathrobe had come open. The cheeky little sod was ogling
my goodies.

'I charge for peeps,' I smiled.

'Wicked,' he blushed in the darkness of the hall. 'Cheers... big guy.' He
made the last remark as the door closed on him and he was well clear. Well,
I'd made an impression on someone and from his 'cool' perhaps he was
someone to bear in mind. Maybe yea, maybe nay, you know what I mean.

We ate in the kitchen as I had preheated the plates. Not being posh or
anything as cod and chips are made to be eaten from the wrapper but I
didn't want our little love nest (being hopeful there) to stink of salt and
vinegar. Come to think of it, I don't think salt smells of anything but
vinegar sure do.

'Rather gruff sounding delivery boy...'twas a boy was it?' Dave asked with
raised eyebrows.

'Yeah, a kid, butch boy sorta looked like you a bit with much shorter
hair.'

He was tasty then?' Dave grinned.

'Very,' I laughed. 'I remember him vaguely from last year.'

The conversation for what is was worth lapsed as we tucked into our
food. We both had good appetites and let's face it, we'd expended energy
which had to be replaced. Dave was looking more attractive by the minute
and I've got to say his rather unexpected touch of butchness pleased
me. I'd rather have sex with someone as an equal rather than with someone
acting like a dead fish. There's no fun in having sex with some of the
renters around, they just get on their faces eating a pillow and that's the
end of it. I'm not saying that I'd like everyone I rump jump up and start
to shag me to death but Dave was an exception. I could really have a
holiday romance with him even if he was broke and I had to carry him. We'd
work something out, I was a great believer in Fairy Godmothers or maybe
miracles. I had a month in Brighton and so, it seemed, did Dave I'm sure
we'd work something out.

'You dry, I'll wash,' I grabbed the plates and rubbish off the table and
slung then into the sink. He made his move as I was just about finishing
wiping down the draining board. I felt him behind me and then his warm
breath on my neck as he moved in. He shucked up my bathrobe exposing my
nether regions (I came across that one the other day). He pressed against
me and it was pretty obvious his own bathrobe was open and he was at least
semi aroused. His warm flesh pressed against mine and I felt his burgeoning
hardness press against my bottom.

'God, I'm loking forward to this tutorial,' he nibbled my neck and his hand
held my hips pulling me onto his now rapidly rising sex.

'Down, Fido,' I pressed back against him feeling his warmth and hardness as
he pressed into me. 'Let's go back into the snuggery.'

'The fuckery,' he giggled.

'Whatever,' I heard my voice break. I turned around to see him as I'd
anticipated. His bathrobe was fully open and his dark skinned penis was at
full stretch with it's fleshy hoody fully retracted and it's swollen glans
shiny and gleaming. This kid was on top line and the sooner I showed him
how the better for both of us.

'I've only got two things to say,' I looked at him as I placed the lotion
and the box of tissues by the fire and grabbed a couple of cushions from
the sofa and placed then on the floor as well, our little nest was ready
and so was he. 'Use the lotion, relax my ring first and take it easy.'

'Gotcha,' he grinned. 'And that's three things by the way.'

'Whatever,' I took my bathrobe off and spread it out and lay down. 'Your
turn.'

'Fuckin' hell,' he looked down at me and shedding his own robe knelt by my
side and his lips came down on mine. 'I'm a mass of nerves.'

'Hard nerves,' I grinned and lay him out alongside me and we went into the
wrestled and maneuver, I wanted him behind me, he could do a 'frontal'
later for the moment he could do it the traditional way which, at least,
allowed the buttocks to cushion you from someone who got carried away.

'Gawd,' he groaned as I rolled onto my tummy sliding a cushion under my
crotch eleveating my bottom. I parted my legs and waited, it was all down
to him now. I was pretty sure he was a virgin by his slowness, an
experienced lover would have been in me and shagging by now but he was
nervous. He gently parted my cheeks and examined my pucker like I was a cut
of meat on a plate but his fingers soon became active and then I felt the
oil and the ever so gentle pressure as he took his first step. His oiled
finger penetrated me and he sighed his satisfaction as I clamped on him and
he started a little finger fucking and giggled. 'I'm dripping cum.'

'Just shows you're hot.'

'Damn right there,' his finger moved faster and made circular motions
stretching me so he wasn't that dumb. He slipped his finger free and then
trickled some more oil into my crack, I told him to annoint himself as well
which he did and after a brief session with two fingers I told him I was
ready. 'Tell me you want it,' he whispered with his lips close to my ear, I
could feel his oiled hardness slip against my bottom.

'Fuck me,' I spread my legs wide. 'Put your knees inside mine not outside.'
That was my last bit of advice as I felt his meaty cock slide onto my
slippery sphincter and then came the pressure. Jeez, he was big and I
clutched the spare cushion as I felt the pressure and then his knob was in
me and he froze.

'Peter,' he groaned.

'Go,' I growled and he began. Another slippery push, another and then he
started to move his hips up and down pentrating me deeper and deeper. I've
got to say I felt every millimetre of his thick cock as he took
me. Unusually for a first fuck (in my experience) he took his time and when
he bottomed out he smuggled into me stirring his super hard cock in my gut.

'This is so nice,' he whispered. 'So tight, so hot,' he stirred in my
bottom and made a couple of gentle prods. 'I could cum just laying here.'

'Fuck me, it's more fun,' I grinned into the cushion. In fact, I loved it,
I could have laid there all night with his hot meat in me but I had a need
as well... I needed to feel him move inside me and I needed to feel his hot
youthful blasts against my inner flesh. I was falling in love, I wanted
this kid's babies big time.

'Peter, he whispered again and he was off. Slowly at first but then faster
as he began to do pressups on me sliding his big dong in and out almost
slipping out but then ramming it back into my well stretched anus as he
shagged me silly. 'Pete...' he gasped again. 'I can't last.'

'You will next time in bed,' I grunted as I pushed up onto his thrusts and
he rammed down harder. He was going to cum, I felt his stiffen even more
and then the hot blasts as he shot his creamy juices inside me. I counted
four and then I just lay there as he finished off and I felt his excess cum
between my cheeks. He was a virile and randy boy, he'd flooded me and he
was still hard and still moving in my messy fanny. Eventually he lay on me
gently nibbling my ear which is an odd habit but quite nice. I craned my
head around and felt his lips meet mine. 'OK?'

'Brilliant,' he grinned. 'Wicked. We gotta do that again.'

'Lesson Two in bed later on.'

'Yeah,' he sighed happily and stirred his softening cock in my bottom. 'Now
comes the messy bit.'

'That's what the towel's for, Lover Boy.'

He withdrew from me which is one of the less pleasant part of sex but he
had cum to excess, in fact, he had cum like a donkey so the second one
would be a lot less messy. I went upto the bathroom and when I returned he
was sprawled out still naked on the sofa watching the same dreary DVD on
the big screen.

'Feeling pleased with yourself?' I asked and managed to squeeze alongside
him.

'Yeah,' he grinned at me as I lifted his head and let it rest on my leg. He
looked up at me. 'Treat me gently, I'm a virgin,' he laughed as he slipped
from the sofa and rolled over the carpet to the bathrobes and cushions. 'So
far.'



			  To be completed in the
			   Second and final Part


What about James, the delivery boy? He sounds interesting.


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