Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 19:03:47 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: MY JOEY - 2

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

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

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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Note: Chapter 1 was almost all factual. The following Chapters (maybe one
or two) will be based on fact but contain an awful lot of fiction. The
length of this will depend solely on demand.





MY JOEY



Chapter 2



by



G. Cutter



Well, it was amazing, here I was an ex virgin by a matter of twenty four
hours and my new pal or my new lover had actually fucked me (or made love
to me) twice on the trot. He'd finished one go and he'd done it again. I
don't think he'd cum but I felt his jerking and throbbing so he'd probably
cum without the cum if you follow. Anyway, I was a soggy mess and I knew
now what people meant when they talked about batting on sticky wickets. I
suppose I should have been ashamed and disgusted but I wasn't. I was just
super chuffed that Joe had it in him, that he felt strongly enough about me
to do it again. He was laying on me all sweaty and smelly muttering about a
hat trick but enough was enough. I managed to dislodge him and grabbed a
towel to ram between my cheeks, I felt like a rice pudding down below but I
felt happy as he snogged me and yeah... we did say snog in those days.

'That was fantastic,' he whispered as he lay his face against mine. 'You
still hard?'

'I am now,' I giggled and turned to face him and my boy cock shot up. My
foreskin was fully down and my red head gleamed in the afternoon sunlight
filtering into the room.

'Wow,' he grinned and grasped it's tacky length working it slowy to and
fro. 'Can you cum again?'

'I dunno.' I thought not but I didn't want to sound like a girl. My mind
willing but I doubted my body was, there was only one way to find out.

Joe wasn't going to be put off , he wiped my stiffy off with the towel and
ducked his head. 'That's OK,' he declared confidently and promptly started
to give my slightly sore penis a nice and tender blow job. I didn't know
why they call a suck off a blow job and I still don't but a boy's warm
wetness and that little suction on your cock is the finest feeling in the
world. I stroked his dark hair, I even played with his beautiful ears, well
they were Joe's, they had to be beautiful. I slowly pumped into his mouth
as his head bobbed up and down, looking down his back I could see the
gentle curve of his lovely bottom and felt myself getting harder. Joe
looked up at me and grinned around my slippery cock, he felt it as
well. 'Randy sod,' he gobbbled.

It seemed to go on forever on that long and sunny Saturday afternoon and I
did recover somewhat and I did cum. Joe took the micky a bit when my very
sore cock finally did a tiny slimy squirt but I didn't care. If he touched
it again I was going to scream, I was happy I'd never really done one right
on top of another... it must be love.

'We'll have to be careful with this kid tonight,' Joe mumbled as he
snuggled upto me again.

'You'll have to be careful,' I corrected him. 'You're the loony.'

'Balls,' he grinned with all his charm. 'Kids that age are all up for a
giggle.'

'Depends what they consider a giggle.'

'Bit of a play around,' Joe looked at me with bright eyes. 'Bit of a grope,
get his drawers off.'

'Depends what he's like. If he plays around with mates he'll be OK, if he
doesn't he could start screaming.'

'We'll take it nice and easy...' he looked at me and grinned. 'Go and have
a bath, you pong.'

That was it, the session was over. He was right as well, his room smelled
like a brothel or what I imagined one would smell like. As I collected some
soap and a dry towel he opened the windows wide and cracked the door a
little to allow a breeze through. We both bathed seperately to be on the
safe side and were down in the basement when his mum and dad came back
weighed down with their shopping. They were nice people and far more
attentive to me than my own mother. Different families, different ways I
suppose but I was young and I know things now that I didn't know then.

Don't forget this story is history and I'm trying to portray my attitude
and views then not as they are now. Now I'm a bitter and twisted old
ratbag, then I was a kid full of beans and with Joe full of absolute and
unconditional love... aaah!

We helped them unpack and had an early supper. They took Saturday as their
night off and sat in their living room handling life as it happened. Being
a bed and breakfast they were forever up and down the stairs answering the
door or had people knocking at their door wanting this and that. It was a
busy life but as Joe explained it was in their blood, it was a future he
was determined to avoid even at the tender age of fourteen. He had a
complete disregard for anyone else's wants and needs, he was the original
'sod you and the rest of the planet' kid. I didn't care, he offset me, I
was Navy mad at the time and very much a conformist, he opened me up in
more ways than one, he showed me how to be different and not to care so
much about others to be less Christian you might say.

Yeah, well. There you go. All history now.

About six thirty we were introduced to the Shea family who had taken the
end room on our floor and with them was this midget, well, of course he
wasn't but he was smaller than Joe and myself and he was a little
darling. As I've said he was only twelve and his name was Callum, he was a
bit on the Joe side but his hair was in a very schooly short back and
sides. He looked a bag of nerves as well he may being stuck with two older
boys for a night. Joe's dad had trucked in a small camp bed for the kid as
the babysitting had gone from an evenings sitting to a one night stand all
of a sudden. It put Joe and myself in a it of a bad mood but it wasn't the
kid's fault, we'd have to make the best of it.

The parents were off to see a musical in the West End and we took charge of
Callum. As Joe said later, it was a setup. They had tickets booked in
advance and Joe thought his parents had agreed the babysitting in well up
front but he didn't really care, he was as taken with the slightly elfin
Callum as I was. Our own little boy toy to play with, yeah!

We all sat around in the basement for a bit and in the end were bundled off
upstairs, Joe proudly leading the way as he'd been tasked with being in
charge, I hoped it didn't go to his head.

Now, the really hillarious bit is that we had the quite normal instruction
to have a bath before bed but with the added instruction to make sure
Callum had one as well. His father had said that the kid wasn't too keen on
water which had caused Callum to redden up like a tomato but we boys took
that with a pinch of salt. It's not natural for twelve year olds to like
bathing at least not in those days. We got settled in Joe's room and as
usual he fiddled about getting the weak signal from Radio Luxenbourg, it
tended to fade away completely around seven thirty but we'd find something
to do. Joe had dominoes and cards, he had all sorts of junk, and I wondered
idly how the hell he managed to get it all to the top floor, he had loads.

The night wore on and it was a fine summer's night, warm but not overly so,
we sat around basically swopping tall stories and Callum came out of his
shell. This family came from down Bristol way and I loved his accent, in
fact, if I hadn't loved Joe I could quite easily have fallen for this mini
version.

'What we gonna do?' I whined, the little clock said eight o'clcock and it
was far too early for bed. Joe was under instructions to go down and get
the night snacks and cocoa around eight thirty.

'Strip snap.' Joe was in like a rocket.

'Strip snap?' Callum burst out laughing he was just about finding his
feet. I was mystified, whatever had happened to the Egyptian wrestling?

'Yeah... easy, it's like strip poker but you don't have to be smart,' Joe
grinned. 'That's why I chose it Callum Dumbo.'

'Shurrup,' Callum squealed. 'My dad told my mum that Londoners were
tossers.' I don't know if he knew what the word meant but both Joe and I
did and we looked at each other. This was our chance. The floor was empty
and Callum was either pushing his luck or he was an innocent in
Pervland. We leapt on him and gave him the tickle torture taking every
opportunity to grope and grab where we shouldn't. We had to give in at the
end when Callum was so hysterical and red faced that he could have
exploded. We gave up out of mercy and he lay there gasping with tears
streaming from his eyes.

'Tossers.' he grinned and we were on him again. This time he fought back
and I swore he groped me and Joe, I saw Joe glance at me and grin. Callum
was alright. We let him go in the end and after sorting himself out Joe
took the long trek downstairs for the late night goodies.

'What's this strip snap, Mick?'

'Dunno, Cal, I expect Joe's made it up.'

'Sounds fun,' his dark brown eyes twinkled. 'He stretched out on Joe's bed
and I swear I could almost see his bits up his short trousers. He had
lovely dark skinned brown legs and I must say I was sorely tempted but
enough of that, I could hear Joe puffing and panting as he got to the top
flight. Those stairs were bastards.

'Come on then,' Callum patted the bed between us and he got out of the way,
as I've said he was really finding his feet.

We polished off the biscuits and a Penguin apiece (and they were bigger
then) and left the cocoa firmly capped in it's flask. Joe looked at me, I
looked at Joe and Callum looked at us both.

'What about this strip thingy?' He grinned at us both, this kid was up for
it as they say now. Sorry about that, I was trying to keep anachronisms out
of it but some of today's words and phrases are just so right.

Joe dug out his cards which were very conveniently under his pillow
again. 'Aces are one let's get that straight,' he shuffled the cards and
little Cal and I both nodded agreement. 'So, it's one to thirteeen, king
high obviously.'

'Yeah, go on,' Callum laughed.

'Doesn't matter who deals.' Joe continued. 'Lowest card takes some item of
clothing off.'

'That sounds boring,' Callum moaned. 'What if two of us tie for lowest?'

'Then they do it again,' Joe grinned. 'Don't have to be a genius, twerp.'

'No cheating,' Callum frowned at us both. He probably suspected he was
being set up but he wasn't. This was Joe's idea and I did't think Joe had a
plan, it was just an excuse to get naked. He was making it up as he went
along.

'What happens when someone's naked and...?'

'Penalties,' Joe grinned. 'The guy with the highest card dishes out a
penalty to the loser in that case.'

'What sort of penalty?' Callum asked peering at Joe and then laughed. He
knew.

'Anything,' Joe looked at the ceiling as if deep in thought. 'Something
silly, er... kiss my toe for example.'

'Kiss my belly button,' Callum giggled and we knew we had him. Joe and I
traded smiles and we were off.

Joe took of as the dealer and it went OK, the one problem was that he dealt
the three cards face down so boys being boys it went on forever and in the
end we were nearing the first nude and it was looking to be me, I was down
to my briefs, Joe still had his on and a singlet, Callum had his on and his
socks. It had to happen and it did, I got a bloody deuce and standing with
my back to them slipped clear of my underwear. Thankfully my dick was at
full stretch but not hard, I'd been too busy laughing to get aroused.

'Penalty, penalty,' Callum crowed but I soon squashed that.

'Knickers,' I heard my voice break. 'That comes after the strip not with
the strip, dodo!'

Things ran perfectly Callum and Joe were the next two losers and then Joe
again. Sod's Law swung into operation and Joe lost his underwear and the
well pleased Callum was left in his baggy Marks and Sparks knickers. I put
my hand over my groin, I was desperately trying to think of anything apart
from boy's bodies and just about holding my own.

I lost the next hand and now were were into penalties, Joe had a picture
card, I was in the shit.

'Come on, come on,' Callum shrieked, it was a bloody good job it was
Saturday and most of the guests were out of the house.

'Mick,' Joe gave me an evil grin. 'Suck Callum's titties.'

'Sod off.'

'Go on, go on,' Callum squealed. 'You have to, don't be a spoilsport.'

'Yeah, you have to,' Joe looked at me. 'A nice suck.'

Rolling my eyes and pretending disgust I pushed Callum flat on the bed and
sucked on one tiny teat tickling the other with my finger.

'Oooooh,' Callum warbled. 'Aaaah,' the brat started to ruffle my hair and
glancing down I saw the front of his underwear starting to lift. The little
shit was getting turned on.

'Enough,' I felt Joe's hand squeeze my buttock. 'Don't get carried away.'

'Aaaah,' Callum moaned with disappointment. 'That was good.' he grinned
cheekily.' 'Dead pervy.'

'Deal the cards,' I croaked.

Banzai. Callum got a deuce at last, red faced and then giggling removed his
outsided underwear and squatted on the bed again, his noodle was
uncircumcised but it was stiff and jutted proudly at something like two
inches or so, he just ignored it and oggled us both blatantly.

Next deal, Joe lost, Callum won.

'Joe, you gotta lick out Mick's belly button.' Jeez, was this kid playing
into our hands or not?

'Easy peasy,' Joe grinned and flathanding my chest dove onto my belly and
started to suck and slobber at my navel this time I lost if I ruffled his
hair and promptly popped a full strength erection. Of course, Callum burst
into a giggling fit which was a bit of let down but at the end of it all
three of us had full blown hard ons. The next one was going to be a
cracker.

Next deal, Callum lost and I won. I looked at them both and wondered how
far I dare go. 'Callum, hold Joe's cock.'

'Bollocks.'

'Go on, you'll probably win next time,' I urged him on. 'Welsher.' I flung
the ultimate insult.

'No I'm not,' he sulked and shuffled across the bed and put his hand around
Joe's straining meat and I think Joe thought he'd gone to heaven as Callum
either misunderstood or wanted to go one better, his hand slowly moved up
and down and his frown faded. 'It's so hard,' he whispered and lay his head
on Joe's belly watching as as he wanked my young lover. 'That's it,' he
suddenly sat up. 'I did it.' he grinned and then gave Joe's stiffness
another couple of shakes as an encore.

The next hand was so utterly predictable and I was in a world of hurt. I
lost and the evil child genius won. I was knee deep in shit. I just sat
there and awaited my punishement.

'Do me,' Callum croaked.

'Piss off.'

'Do it,' Joe instructed and I shuffled closer to Callum but I was a bit
more brutal than Callum himself had been. I grabbed him and pinned his
shrieking body to the bed and seized his noodle in two fingers giving him a
little wank and peeling his foreskin back exposing his little cherry red
knob.

'Oooh, oooh,' Callum moaned and writhed, he didn't beg me to stop or
anything so I didn't. A few minutes later Joe got in on the act, he ducked
down and took a dark pink boy nipple into his mouth. Callum was lost, Joe
was on one end and I was on the other, I sucked and tongued his navel and
Joe went from one sticky up nipple to the other. Callum was in kiddy heaven
and it was going to get better.

Joe had upped the ante he was nuzzling at Callum's neck and Callum was just
laying their accepting his handling from me and Joe's mouth.

'Kiss him,' I murmured from down below and I heard a muffled 'no' from
Callum and Joe was on him The boy started threshing around trying to
dislodge Joe who I knew kissed like a sink plunger but the best was yet to
come. I held his stiff little prick up from his body and sunk my mouth over
the end. Callum spasmed and went limp, the next I knew his hands had
dropped to my head and he was taking little prods up into my mouth. I
looked up his boy's taut belly and he was doing the butterfly kiss bit with
Joe and continuing to fuck into my mouth. I removed myself from the action
and sat back, it was time to take stock.

'Aaaaah, that was good,' Callum looked at me red faced and a bit quieter
than previously, Joe just grinned at me, we'd got going but where did we go
from here. 'You two are at it,' Callum accused looking at us both in turn
cheekily and he suddenly reached out and grasped Joe's hardon. Joe flinched
but suddenly spoke.

'You do Cal,' he spoke to me. 'And I'll do you.'

Callum looked a bit bewildered for a moment as I took his noodle in again
and Joe moved around on the bed and took me into his mouth. I don't think
Callum knew what was expected but maybe he did as he tucked his head into
Joe's groin very carefully avoidied my lover's jerking dick until we
basically worked him into it. I stopped sucking and started nipping and
making vague snapping moves on his shrunken balls and swollen cock until
suddenly he took Joe in. There was a momentary hesitation and he started to
do a proper job. He was watching what Joe was doing to me and following
every move. I went down on his slippery little cock again and we were
away. This time I took his firm boy's bottom in my hands squeezing and
savouring the ultra smooth orbs as they tensed and relaxed.

Joe was the first to go and Callum got the rudest awakening of his life as
Joe popped without any warning at all and the kid got a mouthful of cum
swiftly followed by another. He choked and gobbled being forced to swallow
as Joe held his head but I was sucking like a madman and suddenly Callum
also spasmed. There were two little squirts into my mouth, two little
tasters of sweet boy cum and he went limp as I sucked him dry. I was the
last to go and Joe drank it all like the sweet little lover he was, by this
time Callum was watching. The disaster, the screaming and the fracas that I
was half expecting just hadn't happened. we just lay there and eventually
moved up the bed and Callum lay between us. OK, he was quiet and just gazed
up at the ceiling but he wasn'd screaming and shouting and that was the
main thing.

'Sorry, should have warned you,' Joe said after a few minutes.

'Tasted funny,' Callum muttered and then grinned. 'Tossers.'

This time we ignored him but both faced in and mauled him, a slow motion
tickle and grope and he seemed to love it, he grasped both Joe and myself
and you know where. He seemed to delight in the feel of stiffening boy cock
in his hand and sooner or later things I thought things were going to get
out of hand.

'Do you two ever do each other?' Callum looked at me and then at Joe.

'Whatcha mean?' Joe acted dumb.

'You know,' Callum looked impatient. 'Do you ever fuck?' His voice dropped
on the last word so that we barely heard.

'We're mates,' I spoke for Joe. 'We do everything.'

'You do then,' Callum looked at me with his eyes wide open. 'Jeeesus. Do
you actually cum in each other.'

'Yeah,' I muttered this was really getting near to the bone. If I hadn't
drunk his little cum and if he hadn't have swallowed Joe's he wouldn't have
been hearing any of this but he'd earned a bit of straight talk. I looked
at Joe and he just shrugged, he must have agreed. The funny thing was that
I didn't think our little adventure with Callum was over yet, the clock
only showed nine o'clock and we had a long way to go yet.

Joe suddenly made a move but he was only going for the thermos, he'd
probably decided the mood needed lightening a little but Callum was away in
a world of his own. I know little boy's cocks tend to stick out at odd
moments but his was out like a little peg again, he was as hard as a
chocolate frog. Joe looked across at me and pulled a face, where did we go
from here.

'Gonna show me?' Callum sat up and took a mug of cocoa from the first
flask, we had enough of the bloody stuff to last us all night and we still
had the bottle of Tizer under the bed.

'Show you what?' Joe muttered.

'Show me how you do it,' Callum talked reasonably like a sex show was every
twelve year old's God given right.

'You got to be fuckin' joking.'  Well, deary me. I knew that Joe swore but
very rarely the 'f' word, maybe a 'bloody', and a 'sod it' now and then but
never the dreaded 'fuck' or 'fucking'. We were grammar school boys after
all.

'Ooooh,' Callum squealed at the swear word probably a bit of an event for
him. 'Come on,' he wheedled.

'The only one gonna get done around here is going to be you,' I remarked
sourly. This was getting a bit out of hand now, Joe and myself had talked
ourself into a hole, we hadn't realised that little Callum was so
forward. In fact, he was so forward he was leading the field. I looked to
Joe for rescue and he just looked back at me blankly. 'You just slip it and
and do your stuff.' I felt like the words were being dragged from me. What
else could I say.

'We'd better get this bath sorted out,' Joe broke an awkward silence. 'A
double and a single 'cos of the water.' Blimey, he'd done it again I
thought, talk about playing into Callum's hands.

'What do you mean?' Callum perked up.

'The geyser takes forever,' Joe explained. 'We want to get bathed and be in
bed by the time your people come back.'

'Mmmm,' Callum accepted that. 'Wont your mum or dad come up and check up?'

'No chance,' Joe declared confidently. 'They're on guard in case any of the
guests come in and want anything.'

'Well I'll bath with one of you two,' Callum declared with a big grin on
his face. Joe smiled and I realised that maybe he didn't cheat at cards but
he wasn't dumb, he'd set this little scene up. I suppose the next thing
would be that he'd be volunteering to share with Callum, crafty sod.

'I'll go with Micky.' Callum squealed oozing excitement. I didn't know if
that's what Joe had intended but he accepted it cheerfully enough. I don't
know what Joe's intention was at that moment in time and space and I never
did find out, I don't even know now and I'm writing this many years after
the event. At that moment I just wondered how the hell I was going to get
through the next half an hour. Sharing a bath with a soapy and slippery
Callum sent my dick into overdrive. I knew that I'd just cum but I was hard
again and this time I was so hard it was sore but I managed to cover my
groin with my shirt at least I wasn't exposing it to all and sundry.

'I'll run the bath,' Joe decided and left us in his room.

'Wow,' Callum grinned and pushed me up the bed resting his head on my
belly, I nearly stuck my dick in his ear but thought better of it. 'I've
never shared a bath before,' Callum said quietly.

'Don't bend over to pick up the soap.'

'Hee, hee... dirty Micky.'

'You are good looking,' I whispered aware of Joe just down the landing a
bit and if I knew him trying hard to eavesdrop.

'So are you.'

'Sexy as well,' I pushed my luck.

'So are you.'

'Fuckable as well.'

'Yeah.' Callum's answer was so quiet I hadly heard him but I felt his hand
snake over and briefly feel my hardness under my shirt. 'Mmmm...'

We just lay in companionable silence until we heard Joe return.

'Hurry up, lovebirds,' he grinned as he came in. Any bad humour he'd had
seemed to have disappeared. 'You sleep there,' he spoke to Callum and
pointed to the campbed.

'Aaaah,' Callum whined. 'I thought I could get in with you two... in the
middle.'

'Let your mum and dad get home and settled in first.'

'Ah, right,' Callum grinned. 'Let's go,' he hurriedly wrapped a towel
around himself and he was off. There was next to no chance of anyone
venturing up that far as each floor had a bathroom and toilet but it was
best to be safe I suppose. I did the towel thing as well and then followed
but not before Joe had a quick whisper.

'You got to go for it, Micky.'

'Go for what?' I answered like a real dummy.

'He's hot, he want's you.'

'Knickers.'

'He does,' Joe whispered urgently. 'Let him lead the way, he wants your
cock.'

I left him to his comics although I suspect he'd be outside the bathroom
with his ear glued to the door. He'd given me something to think about all
the same, Callum did seem a bit keen and it was a bit of a challenge. How
the hell could I get fruity with a twelve year old stranger when I was busy
telling Joe I was in love. Then again, it didn't seem to fuss Joe and I
knew he fancied the same thing. Perhaps we were a pair of perverted sex
maniacs. It's hell growing up normally, it's twice as bad when you realise
that you don't really have the lusts and urges of other boys. I should be
sniffing out the local girls by now not thinking dirty and doing dirties
with boys. Ah well, sod it, on with the bath.

I went in and locked the door. The small room was filled with steam and
little pixy boy Callum was in the water going mad with some foam someone
had left. The place was a shambles but I managed to get in with him
springing an instant stiffy but it didn't matter, his two or three inches
or whatever it was jerked and twitched under water as I soon found out as
we slipped and slithered around trying to fit. In the end we stood which
was the best way of going about it and washed each other, he paid an awful
lot of attention to my erection and he brought me to the verge a couple of
times, he was a right little teaser but I got him in the end. I turned him
around and washed his bottom going into his crack and as he made no effort
to pull clear I slipped a finger against his little button and gently
pushed parting his ring and bringing a little giggle but he didn't pull
away.

Dare I? Daren't I? I bent my knees a bit and slipped my stiffness between
his slippery cheeks and he reached back holding me and giving little
wriggles. He was bloody well asking for it and I cracked in the end. I gave
a push and felt my cock actually press against his tiny hole and then just
glide into his sweet little fanny. He groaned and bent right over putting
his hands onto the taps. I held his hips and moved slowly and gently and he
didn't say a word. I reached around and grasped is soapy noodle and gave
another little push and felt my belly press against his bottom.

''Aaaaah,' he groaned and then giggled again. 'Dirty sod.'

'You like it,' I moved slowly, I was so bloody hard, I stared to move
faster and he started to push back. If Joe was listening he was getting a
good earful, I was panting and Callum was groaning and over it all the
rythmic slap of wet bodies joining. I couldn't last I went faster and
faster at last ramming into his tight little arse and shot my seed deep
into his gut and he pressed back onto me as my cock jerked and throbbed in
his tight tunnel. After that it was anti climax, we parted and completed
our bath in complete silence almost as if we were ashamed. We dried off and
returned to trhe bedroom still subdued to find Joe sprawled on the bed
surrounded by his old comics.

'Orrite?'

'Fine,' I looked around for my underwear.

'Great,' Callum grinned. 'Micky done me,' he announced proudly.

'I heard,' Joe replied dryly.

'You can have a go later,' Callum still wearing his damp towel jumped onto
the bed alongside Joe and grabbed a pair of comics. 'I love Desperate Dan,'
he started to flip the pages.

I looked down at Joe and shrugged. What was there to say. 'Bath's running,'
I managed in the end.

Joe, who had his pyjama trousers on casually dropped them and seemed to
relish little Callum oggling him, groping himself casually he wrapped his
towel around himself and made to leave. 'Gonna wash my back, Mick?'

'Yeah, why not I grinned and moved to follow him but Callum squealed a
protest and flew from the bed in a flurry of comics.

'I'd do it, I'll do it,' he jumped about like an excited schoolgirl.

'Go on then,' I growled secretly pleased that my pal, my Joe was going to
get a slice of the cake. It was pretty clear what Callum was after, the kid
was the young male equivalent of a nymphomaniac. Joe smiled at me or
smirked I should say and trailed by the eager Callum left the room. I was
on my own and thank Christ for that, I got into my pyjama bottoms and
flopped onto the bed, I was exhausted.

I was tempted to sneak out and listen at the bathroom door and I did for a
few minutes, all I could hear was giggles and then a yelp and then
silence. I was so bloody jealous and crept back to the bedroom
mortified. You know, be fair, what right had I to be jealous. I'd done
Callum and it seemed Joe was having a go. So what? Level pegging I
suppose. I still felt annoyed but in the end told myself I was acting like
a tart and to calm down otherwise I'd spoilt the night for us all. The
point that sprang to mind was that if Callum was so keen on cock we might
be having a repeat performance before the night was out. I might have
mentioned that we locked ourselves in so there was no chance of being
disturbed, the boy was ours to use and abuse as we wish and if he wasn't
satisfied with what he'd got I'm sure Joe and I would rise to the occasion
later.

They came back into the room in the end all damp and looking very pleased
with themselves. Callum threw himself on the bed after slinging his towel
and lay there totally naked reading Joe's comics. Joe looked at me
straightfaced and locked the door. A moment later he grabbed me and without
any modesty at all kissed me fully on the lips and I wrapped my arms around
him, all was well.

'Tossers,' Callum sighed and lay back on the bed with his arms behind his
head. 'Gissa show then.'

We ignored him but did fall on the bed and pushing him aside went into our
normal kiss and cuddle only this time with a spectator. It was a bit of a
buzz really as I stroked Joe's firm dark skinned body I felt him wriggle
against me and his warm lips at my throat.

'It's eleven, it's my bedtime,' Callum hopped up and turned the light
off. In the darkness we both felt his still damp body fall on us and then
with a dint of effort wriggle between us. Jesus, this was going to be a
night to remember.

Around midnight we heard the sound of feet on the stairs and then a gentle
knock on the door. 'Anyone awake?'

'I am,' Joe replied in a shaky voice. 'The others are asleep,' he dropped
his voice as if trying not to wake us.

'Alright, love,' Callum's mum wished Joe good night and we heard them move
up the passageway to their room. I was holding Callum who was busy trying
to arouse both myself and Joe and fighting a losing battle We heard the
bathroom being used by Callum's mum and dad and then silence descended. The
clock indicated the witching hour and we were alone, it was midnight and
still Callum would not settle down. I knew that Joe and I were supposed to
go and help out with breakfasts but that wasn't until nine as they ran them
late on a Sunday, until then we would be undisturbed Joe and I could have
had a beautiful romantic night just like honeymooners but the fly in the
ointment was the ever wriggly Callum in the middle. That kid was intent on
mischief or what we would call in later years fuckery. Sudedenly I felt him
move around and his soft bottom was pressing against my waist, his head had
disappeared.

'Cal...' Joe moaned. 'Go to bloody sleep.'

'You're getting hard, Jo Jo,' Callum giggled under the bedclothes.

Knickers, taking the bull by the horns or something like that I grabbed
Callum's hips and pulled his middle up until I had him across me. He still
had his head down on Joe but I could feel his amazingly stiff noodle
pressing on my chest and his bottom was within reach, his feet must have
been sticking from the side of the bed but who cared the bedding was all
over the place anyway. I stroked his soft flanks and ran my lips across his
silken skin, I heard him sigh contentedly and then make vague prodding
movements on my upper chest. I don't know what he thought he was rumping
but the nearest hole was my mouth and I think I must have grinned in the
dark. Why not?

I grabbed his hips and tried to move him up, he finally got what was in my
mind and shuffled across until he was still sucking Joe rather awkwardly
but I got him where I wanted after he kicked me in the face and then
managed to knee me. What we go through for a bit on noodle! Holding him
firmly I took his stiff little peg into my mouth and sucked away like he
was a sherbert tube. He had to get caried away, he was that sort of kid,
the next thing I knew he was fucking my mouth like a little rabbit but I
had one more trick. Joe had found a little tub of Nivia Cream earlier in
the bathroom and liberated it and then hidden it under the pillow. I fished
this out and uncapped it, scooping some onto my finger I went for Callum's
tight little hole and scored in one. He yelped and then with loads of
squirming and groaning played silly buggers now kissing Joe and accepting
my finger fucking with pleasure.

'Who's turn,' Callum spoke quite calmly and freeing himself from me slipped
between us and lay on his belly like a sacrifial lamb.

'Me,' Joe got in swiftly.

'Then me,' I added.

'And I get to do one of you,' Callum spoke softly. 'I mean it.'

'Me,' I spoke without thinking and it must have been an inner demon
speaking. Why the hell should I want a little twerp like this in me, Joe
was more my style, perhaps I was being greedy. I didn't care, I just had
that itch and the thought of little Callum fucking his sturdy little heart
out turned me on big time. I wanted him and sometime over the course of
Sunday I wanted Joe's thick, dark skinned cock in me to complete the
pleasure. Of course I'd have to do Joe, that was only fair, we had agreed
to level peg all the way after all.

I was beginning to realise what every adult gay knows. You can have a
boyfriend and still be promiscuous without it affecting the
relationship. Joe and I were both growing and lusty young boys with
wandering eyes... it had to happen.

'There's a penlight by the window, I think the batteries are OK,' Joe
whispered and heard him move and Callum giggle. I shot out of the bed and
sure enough it was there and the dim light showed me Callum as I'd left him
but Joe crouched over him with his meaty cock swinging, the glans was
peeping from it's covering but Joe handled it a little and his gleaming
dark red end soon emerged from it's covering, he was good and ready to go.

I sat up on the bed and shone the torch onto Callum as he opened his legs
exposing his gleaming little hole and really... it was so erotic to watch
Joe's swollen lump near, touch and then push. Callum's flesh sunk in and
then he opened up as Joe's head sunk in and disapeared. I was as hard as a
rock as Joe began to move, I kept the torchlight on their joining watching
Joe's slick shaft move in and out and I heard Callum actually sighing his
satisfaction as he was bum fucked. Really weird. I only did it to please
Joe... yeah, right. Callum did it because he liked it and soon he was
pushing his little bottom up onto Joe's advances and he was groaning
louder, so loud he had to bite the pillow in the end as Joe began to hammer
to and fro and I gazed on entranced. This was what Joe did to me and now I
was watching it happen to someone else, my bloody cock was leaking. Joe
noticed in the gloom and his hand flashed out and he pinched the end of my
penis and took his fingers to his lips.

Yeuch. He actually licked my spunk, my precum and then grinned at me. I was
astonished, I just looked at him dumbfounded as he shagged his heart out
nailing Callum to the bed and when he came I flopped exhausted, I was worn
out watching them.

Joe moved slowly and I saw his wilting penis suddenly slip free and it was
shiny with Nivea and oozing spunk, he quickly wrapped a towel around it and
clambered over me grabbing the flickering torch on his way. 'Go on then,'
he grunted. He gave me a quick kiss and I swear I could taste my own cum
but I was so hard I didn't care. I got onto my knees and go inside Callum's
smooth legs, the little slut just wriggled and shoved his bottom up.

'You don't need starters,' he gave a dirty chuckle as I positioned myself
and slid in on a coating of Joe's cum. I was surprised Callum was so
slippery but still tight and I was soon lost in the moment as they say in
books. I hammered away squelchily and pretty noisily but Cal thrust up onto
me and in the end I came sending my babies into join Joe's. That Cal could
have Siamese Twins if he ever gave birth but as soon as it was over he
grabbed the torch and was at the door.

'Where you going?' Joe sat up in alarm.

'The bog,' Callum giggled and let himself out. I seem to recall we just sat
there awaiting his return and praying he didn't wake up his parents. The
sight of their son leaking boy juice from his arsehole would have gone down
well I'm sure.

'How you gonna do it?' Joe asked.

'What?'

'Let him do you, dummy.'

'From the front, it's the only way for a midget dick like his.'

'Yeah,' Joe agreed. 'He ain't got a cum in him anyway.'

'We'll see,' I grinned. 'He may not squirt but he's happy with a twitchy
one.'

'Yeah.' Joe agreed. Amazing, after two days we were talking like experts.

Callum came back a bit like a noisy colt surprising he didn't wake the
whole house let alone his parents, he slammed the door rather than shut it
and jumped on the bed with a relieved sigh. 'Right,' he flashed the torch
at me like I was on display which I suppose I was.

'Gimme that,' Joe grabbed it and shone it on my bottom half as I made
myself comfortable on my back with my legs tucked back onto my chest.

'Right, I'm ready,' Callum posed with his gleaming spike jutting out like a
baby battering ram. The craft sod must had soaped himself up in the
bathroom or found some more cream.

'Wow,' I said sarcastically. I was trying to indicate to Joe that I was
just paying a debt but it was a little more than that and I think Joe
knew. At the end of the day we all do what we want to and tend to disregard
other people's feelings. I think my Joe was man enough to handle it.

'Shit. Take it easy, Dogbreath.' Callum had speared me like harpooning a
blody whale. I felt him enter me and he was breathing hot and heavy in my
face, he smelt like a sweet shop, the slimey sod had some tucked away
somewhere, he must have the knack of unwrapping them in his mouth.

'Sorry, Sorry, Mikeee,' he wheedled and moved slowly as my back end
adjusted to accomodate him (sounds posh), what I mean is that my pucker or
ring or even sphincter relaxed to take his slippery noodle and away he
went. I wasn't expecting it to last too long but he went on forever,
digging and thrusting like he was trying to make me feel it and he
did. It's funny how even the smallest erection feels like a bloody great
log and when he finally shagged his way to a climax I felt a certain
relief. I felt him jerk and twitch, I didn't feel the actual stuff squirt
into me as it had with Joe but I felt the slippery stuff so he'd cum
something. He was happy at any rate, he clung to me all sweaty and mumbled
how great it was as his limpening cock slipped from my hole.

'Thank Christ that's over,' Joe laughed and switched the torch off as we
sorted ourselves out.

'I need to sleep,' I muttered and turned my back on them both.

'Me too.' Joe agreed.

'Yeah, so do I,' Callum giggled and I felt his bum press against mine.

'Gerroff,' Joe mumbled. 'Sex rat, I'm married.'

I grinned as I tried to sleep with only one lingering worry. Had Callum
locked the door when he came in? Yeah, he must have, he was silly he wasn't
an idiot... hopefully.


			     The End For Now.


I might take this up again later with the lads at the Sea Cadet camp etc
etc.  Let me know what you think, I love feedback and try my:

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