Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2007 16:38:27 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: GREY EYES

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.  The
author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. 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 boys, youth and young men 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.

MY STORIES (AND PARTS THEREOF) ARE GIVEN TO NIFTY AND ONLY NIFTY FOR
DISTIBUTION AS THEY WISH.......... IF YOU WANT TO USE ONE OR TWO ON YOUR
OWN HOME PAGE (OR WHATEVER) PLEASE ASK ME DIRECTLY.

Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY
free and keep NIFTY alive.

DEDICATION: This one (for what it's worth) is for Glenn down the other end
of the planet from me. Whilst I'm down there Seasonal Greetings to JuzJamie
and other Antipodean pals (23 Dec 07).

EMail now:  GCutter66@gmail.com




Grey Eyes



by



G. Cutter




Doncha just love Christmas..? Well, you do or you don't. I'm one of those
who can take it or leave it. I suppose half the pleasure is shiny and happy
kid's faces as you dole out goodies and other seasonal crap but not having
a load of greedy, snot nosed rugrats that aspect didn't really concern
me. Being young and single and at the time of this story living on my own I
was barely soldiering though it. I was jobbing on a building site which
meant a Christmas shutdown, so it just meant the period was a time to spend
money and not to earn it. Not that I didn't welcome what I insisted in
calling the Winter Holiday not being much of a Christian but then again I
couldn't see anything remotely Christian in getting bloated through
overeating and then drinking enough to suffer dreadfully through the Boxing
Day. OK, so it was a good excuse to spends loads of dosh and let your heair
down but you can do that anytime.

I was always put in mind of that South Park episode when Stan perches on
the Easter Bunny's lap and asks him what the Easter Bunny and colouring
eggs had to do with the crucifiction of our Lord. The Bunny didn't know and
it was a good question but then again chocolate Easter eggs are good
business.

Anyway, enough of my slighly warped and cynical views on Christian holidays
(and Muslim and Hindu not to be discriminatory), lets talk about my
favourite subject, me.

I live in Walton which is just to the south and west of London and that's
London, England for the American audience. I suppose it's now part of the
London overflow which nowadays seems to take in most of the Home Counties,
car parks and supermarkets from the Wash to the Channel. God knows what
it'll be like in the twenty second century maybe under a few fathoms of
water if the doom sayers are right.

I was twenty two at the time of this little tale, medium height and built,
dark and handsome naturally enough and living alone as Ive said. I had a
flat which comprised the top half of a detached house just on the edge of
Walton. I could see fields and scruffy animals from my bedroom window which
was nice as I'm more the rural than the urban type. My neighbours both to
the side and downstairs were no problem and I rarely saw them. I was one of
those in and out all the time as in the summer I did jobbing gardening with
some landscaping and small building bits thrown in and in the winter fell
back onto what I could get. The theory was that you earned enough in the
long days of summer to tide you through the winter. Well, it was a theory
but I was heavily reliant on finding something to keep me over the
winter... this season it was a bit of building with some decorating thrown
in.

I'd spent Christmas on my own watching television, chatting on line to
foreign chums and generally doing nothing. I had no work to go back to
until the second week in January so was pretty much at a loose end. The day
after Boxing Day I took my little van into Walton to the big Sainsburys
just to top up on booze and food. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a drinker but
it was that time of the year and I did have a few friends in spite of my
Ebenezer Scrooge outlook on life.  In fact, I had been invited out to
Christmas dinner which always happens and I always refuse. I don't
understand why people who have families just cannot appreciate that some
people (namely myself) are quite happy with their own company. I had no
problems living alone and sometimes I thought I was probably better off. No
responsibilities, no concerns and if I got a bit bored I could always
wander out to a pub of club and try to pick up a stray.

I suppose I have to clarify the last sentence by explaining that I'm a
pretty well closeted gay but I did pick up the ocassional one night stand
or short term lodger... that was easy and now it's out of the way.

Anyway, here I was in Sainsburys wandering about getting some essentials
and my booze. I was keeping an eye open for any talent as one does and
there were a few kids around but not too many teenagers which were more to
my liking. I prefer someone who can spend a night without having to phone
mum if you know what I mean. The local Scouts were doing their bit for the
season, helping to fill bags and generally acting helpful, once you got
through them you ran into the selected cordon of baby sweeties rattling the
collecting tins. The Scoutmaster must have been that way inclined, I
noticed that all the crackers had the tins and all the spotty ones were
filling the bags, shrewd man.

Before that I had spotted one likely lad wandering about looking a bit
lost. Estimated age? No idea but certainly not a schooly or he may have
been, I reckoned he was borderline, fifteen, sixteen or possibly
seventeen. What had caught my eye was his silly hat which looked so cute
when I managed to tie it into a face. One of these Andean or Peruvian type
things. A phallic pointy top with wooly earflaps and when I saw his face I
was smitten, he had a baby face although maturity was peeping through, a
sweet tippy up nose and Russian grey eyes. I love grey eyes, I see a kid
with grey eyes and I start wetting my knickers (that's just a phrase by the
way). I say Russian grey as I do surf around on line and have noticed that
many of the Russian and Ukrainian kids have these pale grey eyes , these
are not to be confused with Norwegian Blues which I think are a type of
parrot.

The boy or more properly the youth had a khaki combat jacket on which was
far too large and scruffy jeans sadly in deed of a wash. I noticed that he
wasn't to upto date, he didn't have the mandatorty knee rips they were just
plain, old fashioned dirty and his trainers, well, less said about them the
better. I thought he was shop lifting at first which would be fatal in a
place like that but he must have been counting his coppers. That's one of
those English expressions but I'm sure it translates.

Like a wally or maybe a sad perv I wandered around behind him and drew back
when he gave me a suspicious look a couple of times. In the end I put
shopping above lust and got on with what I had to do. Would you believe it,
as soon as I got in the quite lengthy check out queue he was right behind
me. He was so close I could feel his wire basket hit the back of my leg a
couple of time... how romantic can you get?

'Sorry,' he mumbled and I turned to take my first real look at
him. Beautiful, just the suspicion of a fuzz on his cheeks and those
eyes.... zowie!

'No probs,' I shuffled up a bit feeling myself redden.

'Bloody cold out there.' he remarked conversationally behind me and I half
turned. I was being chatted up. I glanced down into his basket and he had a
few pies and a magazine. Pretty dull fare as it was New Years Eve the
following day. 'Stocking up?' He grinned as he looked at my trolley with
it's twenty four pack of Fosters and Stella alongside the bread and other
bits.

'Just in case anyone comes around.'

'No party then?' It went on like that and we just made conversation as the
huge queue slowly moved. We just talked nonsense but I was hooked and I was
furiously thinking how the hell to get him home. Small chance and no chance
at this rate.

As we approached the check out I told him to get in front of me as I
clearly had more than he did, he went through a polite refusal bit and then
gave in. I presumed that would be the end of that but as he paid he
lingered and watched as I did my own payment routine.

'Thanks for that,' he grinned as I came through the barrier. 'Wanna
tea... coffee.' That wasn't as silly as it sounds as directly outside the
check out line of tills was an open plan coffe bar cum
restaurant. Cafeteria really but Sainsburys tends to go posh.

'Yeah, why not?' I had no idea why he'd lingered or even less why he'd
invited me for a coffee but I wasn't going to turn down a chance like
this. I was worrying how to chat him up and he'd literally played right
into my sweaty hands. Perhaps he fancied me, stranger things have happened
and I wasn't a complete dog, let's face it. I doubt that I was the only gay
in the area. Perhaps I'd struck lucky and found a kindred spirit, but then
again perhaps it was all perfectly innocent and just a bit of the fabled
Christmas spirit in action.

'Here you go...' he placed a cup of coffee in front of me.

'Peter, Peter Carter,' I replied to his unanswered question.

'Sean Smith,' he introduced himself and sat. He seemed quite in command of
himself for his apparent age. Boys don't normally chat up adults and buy
them coffees in supermarkets. There was more to this kid that met the eye,
perhaps he was a thirty year old dwarf, I thought and then dismissed. Mind
you Peter Pan was on televison later, perhaps he was one of the Lost Boys
although a bit on the big side.

'So, Sean,' I rolled the name around on my tongue. I liked it although I'd
prefer to be rolling something else around on my tongue. 'So, Sean, off to
hearth and home with a New Year's feast,' I grinned looking at the selction
of pies. Pretty poor dinner if he was hoping to survive on two pork pies
and a couple of steak and kidney. I know Sainsburys are supposed to do good
stuff but not that good and he looked like he could do with a good feed up.

'No, I'm squatting with some guys in Hersham. Well, it's not a squat, it's
funded by the YMCA, a sort of half way house.'

'Sounds great.'

'Not,' he giggled.

'Not fun then?' I pressed him partly because I was interested and partly as
I was running out of things to say. All the same, as I've said, he was very
confident in himself and I suppose that came from living by himself.

'It's crap, the noise, the druggies, the bums,' he looked annoyed. 'And
they advertise it where you can settle down, get a job and sort yourself
out... all bollocks'

'How old are you if you don't mind me asking.'

'Sixteen and a half.'

'Ah,' I smiled. I liked the half bit. 'Move on, get out of it. Have you got
a job?'

'I wouldn't be there if I had,' he sniffed and I decided to change the
subject.

'I like your hat, you look like an elf.'

'Weird guy,' he grinned. 'You into elves then,' he gave me a little smirk
which set of a few more alarm bells. Was he, wasn't he? I was confused. He
reached above his head and grasped the point that stuck up like a little
dick, To my shock he loosely held it with two fingers and his thumb and
made an obvious wanking movement to the dismay of two old ladies sitting on
an adjoining table.

'They call me Dickhead,' he laughed oblivious of his audience.

'You're weird?' I laughed. 'Whatcha doing this afternoon?' I asked on the
spur of the moment and there was no harm in asking.

'The usual. Nothing,' he looked grin. 'Happy New Year.'

'A bit early for that, it's New Year's Eve tomorrow.'

'I know that,' he snapped. 'Sorry, my shit's not your fault. We shouldn't
have started talking about this.'

'Perhaps it's the season,' I smiled trying to relax him. 'I was going to
suggest you come around my place and chill out for a bit. I can take you
home when you like. The only thing you have to do is help me get this lot
into my van,' I slapped the shopping trolley parked alongside my chair.

'Got a TV?'

'Yeah,' I smiled. 'TV, DVD player, music centre and a computer.'

'You know the way to an elf's heart,' he laughed. I assumed that was a yes
to my suggestion. I was on my way and I still had that feeling in my
water. I could be reading the casual chat and the body language all wrong
but I could use a bit of company and I liked him anyway, a nice lad and if
he swung my way I'd get a bonus. Ten minutes later his bag was in my
trolley and we were in the lift on or way to the upper car park. He looked
at my big old Transit with surprise which changed to horror when I slid
open the side door and a ton or so of gardening and building junk came into
view. 'Wow.'

'Hop in,' I got him into the front and away we went.

He chatted away on the short trip home and told me more about the place he
lived at, the more he told me the more horrendous it sounded. I seemed to
recall some time back that Walton Charities had sold one of their Sheltered
Accomodations off to the YMCA who had subsequently shipped a lot of young
Londoners down and there had been hell to pay from the locals, petitions,
demonstrations, the lot. The scheme had gone ahead and Hersham had gained a
new underclass and shock, horror, these were 'foreigner' which is what the
called Londoners around here. It seemed from Sean that some locals were now
getting in on the scheme.

He didn't go into it in detail but it seemed he'd parted company with his
family and having left school and being jobless he'd finished up where he
had. Very sad and I imagined once you went down the slippery slope to being
homeless and jobless it would be very easy to move over to begging,
thieving and drug taking. I'd like to save Sean from that and maybe take
some payment on the way, I wasn't that alruistic and there was something
about him. Mind you, taking his current rroubles into account, he'd look a
whole new person with a good bath, some clean gear on and a bloody good
meal. He looked quite waiflike for a sixteen and a half even with the
elvish hat on.

'Nice place,' he stood inside the door holding one of my packs of
lager. 'Very nice.'

'Help me in with the gear and relax.' He seemed content enough taking
orders and quite happily followed me around doing what he was told. He was
probably a bit shorter than I was but that was hard to determine until he
finally pulled the wooly hat off displaying a shaggy mop of dirty blonde
hair and it was dirty, even the wooly hat needed a wash.

'Nice place,' he eyeballed around the room and looked out of the windown,
moist on the inside and still frosted on the out. 'Bloody cold out there.'

'You got good heating in your place?'

'Apart from the broken window,' he laughed bitterly. 'Always assuming no
one's kicked in the front or balcony door as well... the druggies climb
over the roof between flats.'

'Stay here as long as you like. I'll do a bit of supper around six or
seven.'

'I'm not going to say no,' he gave a wan smile. 'It's nice to be in a
civilised place.'

'Excellent,' I must have grinned like a Cheshire Cat. I wasn't going to
suggest staying the night although that was on my schedule. Treat him well,
get a couple of cans and a meal inside him and hope for the best. Not much
of a plan, I could have offered twenty quid but that seemed a bit
crude. Anyway, I still hadn't made my mind up if he was game or just a
stray. I quite liked playing the Good Samaritan, it was the season after
all for a bit of charity and goodwill. Once we got settled down we watched
a bit of television and defrosted, we both ended up on the sofa with our
footwear off and down to t-shirts and that's when my next opening
appeared. It was magic really,. I noticed a smell, a stale smell and
wonderering what smelled stale and unwashed and suddenly realised. It was
Sean, he was manky, he ponged.

'You got a bath in this place of yours, showers?' I tried not to be too
brutal.

'When they're working,'; he scowled. 'Anyway, they'e communal and you never
know who you're going to walk into, worse still, who's going to walk into
you,' he added with a knowing smile. 'You're likely to go in with a set of
clothing and come out to find everything down the local pawn shop.'

'Won't happen here,' I pointed out.

'What?'

'Just saying Elf Boy if you wantr to hang around and get fed I suggest you
have a bath, I've got a track suit you can use, I'll stick your stuff in
the machine.'

'You saying I smell?' He looked at me indignantly and then laughed raising
an arm. 'I do a bit, don't I?'

'Sorry to say it but you reek,' I suddenly stood and charged off to the
bedroom grabbing my old jogging suit that was thrown over the bed and
returned. This was crunch time and usually the culmination of every pervo's
sick plot, a naked teeny, sudsy and defenceless in a bath. I'd just got
there a bit earlier than expected and his reaction could be anything from
willingness to a quick 'up yours, pal' and flight. When I got back into my
lounge he'd gone and I thought for a minute he'd done a runner but I could
hear him in the bathroom down the short passage, I could also hear the
sound of running water as the bath filled.

'Sorry about that,' he smiled a little as I peered around the door. 'I
didn't realise I was so stinky and I don't want to get on the wrong side of
you if you're dishing out grub later.'

'And a night's TV and fun and games.'

'Fun and games?' He raised his eyebrows but I saw a faint glimmer of
something in his grey arctic eyes, he knew or he suspected. He was aware,
put it that way, he wasn't a child and he wasn't a dummy.

'Here's a change of gear,' I handed the stuff over. 'Throw yours out of the
door and I'll stick them in the washer.'

'What happens if they don't dry out in time?'

'They will I assured him otherwise you'll have to stay the nigh.' I left
him with that thought. I'm sure it had crossed his mind and sure enough a
few minutes later his jeans followed by his t-shirt, socks and grubby
underwear came out of the door and then it firmnly shut but without the
lock being snapped I noted. Very curious for someone who was reluctant to
use a communal bathroom. Quite contradictory in fact, heartening as well. I
bundled the lot up and including his trainers slung the lot in my machine
and set it going. Whilst he was in there I also peeled some spuds and
sorted out two nice big pork chops, nothing fancy but something to fill a
young boy's belly. I had something else for that purpose but was keeping
that for later or if he made a move. I had convinced myself by now that he
was on the game and would make a move on me before I moved on him. Well, we
all dream and sometimes they come true.

I didn't interfere in his bath although the temptation to walk in and see
him naked was overwhelming but I was playing myself like a fish (work that
one out). I was seeing how far I could stand before leaping on him and
raping him, it was early days yet and the thought of a load of screaming
and shouting and blue flashing lights at the door were a bit of a downer. I
was pretty sure he was alright but I wasn't totally sure and there is a
difference. When he came from the bathroom he wasn't wearing the track suit
but my white bathrobe which looked as sexy as hell on him. Smooth legs from
what I could see and with the sleeves rolled up I could see a fine misting
of fair hair. His baby face and damp hair set off the picture of ''Wet Boy
in White' as I would have titled it if I'd have painted him. His sparkly
eyed grin was a bonus and a comfort, no way was this one shy.

'Better?' He struck a pose as he came into the room.

'You didn't like the track suit?'

'I didn't want blue fluff over my bits and this is comfy.'

'And sexy.'

He laughed and sat in the chair opposite teasing me with the briefest
glimpse of his pale thighs before he folded the white towelling around
himself. 'Gotta say thanks for all this,' his eyes dropped. 'I'm really
grateful.' I was waiting for the 'I'll do anything' line but that was a bit
to much to hope for.

'Settle down I'll get the supper on it's way.' It was five in the evening
and had gone dark already, glancing out of the window I saw that it had
started to snow in big flakes and was settling already on the frozen
ground. I told him and he seemed unconcerned, I suspected I had him for the
night but that was fine by me, he could stay over the holiday if we got on
and I'm sure we would.

'Nice and warm in here,' he jumped over from the armchair onto the sofa so
that I would have the choice of sitting with him or in the chair he'd just
vacated. No prizes for guessing where I was going. I might be a slightly
demented perv where young men were concerned but I could smell hormones in
the air. He may not want sex but he wanted friendship, maybe a cuddle and
everything has to start somewhere. In the short space of a couple of hours
I'd got him home, got him bathed and now I had him half naked wandering
around the place in a bathrobe. Not a bad start.

I busied myself in the kitchen and as soon as the chops started grilling he
wandered in with his tippy up nose twitching.

'Pork shops, boiled or mashed spuds, canned mushrooms and RBG... OK?'

'What's RBG?'

'Rich brown gravy.'

'Right,' he laughed and perching on the kitchen table watched me
cook. 'You'll make someone a good wife.' I know it's a standard even
hackneyed phrase but I responded all the same.

'And husband,' I grinned over my shoulder.

'You can cook for me anyday, I hate cooking.'

'You hate eating as well by the looks of you, you need fattening up.'

'Slim and trim,' he rubbed his belly within the bathrobe and I thought for
a minute he was going to open up and give me a flash but no such luck. He
gave a final little snorting laugh and returned to the lounge and the
televison.

'Ten minutes,' I called through.

'Do I have to set a table of anything?'

'No, we'll eat from the coffee table.'

'Do you surf and whatnot on your computer?'

'Yeah, I write short stories sometime so I finish up replying to fans and
critics.'

'Really.' He fell silent for a moment. 'What sort of stories?'

'Porn.'

That was what they call a conversation stopper and he fell silent.

I took everything in on a big tray and set it down, it had now gone six and
we ate and caught up on the local and national news. I'd also brought in a
couple of cans of lager which we tackled. At the end he took the remnants
into the kitchen and insisted on washing up which was a good sign. Most
kids expect to be fed and then waited on hand and foot or that was my
experience of younger one's I'd had staying, Sean was a pleasant surprise.

He came back and was straight onto the sofa alongside me. 'What sort of
porn?'

'Don't ask,' I replied. 'I doubt if you'd like my sort of stuff.'

He laughed. 'You brought up the stories,' he observed. 'And when you say
something like porn any red blooded kid has to press the point.'

'Homoerotic.' I took the plunge.

'About homos?' He raised his eyebrows again. but didn't seem shocked or
upset. 'Queer as Folk type stuff?'

'More or less but a bit shorter,' I looked at him trying to gauge his
reaction.

'You'll have to let me read a couple later on.'

'No shock, horror, disgust?'

'Why?' He replied. 'Different horses, different courses.' He wriggled
around and this time I did see an expanse of smooth thigh. He was either
teasing again or trying to see how far he could push me.  'At least you're
honest.'

'I don't broadcast it,' I grinned.

'Betcha don't,' he laughed. 'How would you describe me in one of your
potboilers?'

'You're asking for trouble.'

'Go on,' he grinned. 'Describe the dishy Sean as if you were writing me
into a story.'

'Um,' I thought for a bit. 'The boy Sean could have been any age from
fourteen to seventeen, he had the cutest elfin features, with an upturned
nose, the sweetest of lips and eyes as grey as the North Sea in winter. His
silly and rather phallic hat set off his looks rather than detracted from
them...  all in all he was a vison, eye candy par excellence.'

'Wow,' he flushed bright red and tugged his bathrobe tighter around
himself. 'I asked for that I suppose.'

'You did,' I agreed and handed him another can. 'Drink up, some good stuiff
on the box toinight.'

'Cheers,' he looked at me and his blush was fading, he regained his natural
confidence quickly. 'You watch the box, I'll read one of your stories if
you show me how to work the machine.'

'You sure... they are boy, youth and young man sex.'

'I'll live,' he laughed. 'I am sixteen and broadminded... a free thinker as
well.' I don't know what he meant with that one. Maybe that he was open
minded or maybe that he was available, hard to tell. The key came to me in
a flash, if he read one of my stories and got a stiffy he was OK, if not
then maybe it would be time to think again.  'Come on... you want to
anyway,' he gave a little snigger and of course, he was right. It was the
next best thing to digging out one of my secret films or DVDs.

I sat at the computer and flashed up my list of Nifty stories. I showed him
how to double click the title and then scroll down after enlarging them to
full screen. I showed him how to follow the chapters through and how to
swop stories, all down to clicking and expanding as I demonstarted. 'Try
'Life with Philip' he was a real boy although that is of course fiction.'

'Local lad?'

'Byefleet,' I grinned and a few years ago.

'OK, watch your goggle box,' he shooed me away and glued himself to the
screen. I spent the next half an hour trying to watch the bloody Spice
Girls and watch him at the same time. He gave a couple of oohs and aahs but
kept at it long after I thought he'd have given up. 'Aaaaah...'

'What's up.'

'That 'Sheepy' is sad and that was a dirty trick you pulled.'

'I know, I got some flack from that,' I laughed. 'Did you like Philip?'

'Yeah, I liked 'The Odd Job Boy' I need a job and a boss like that.'

'Really?' I grinned at his back.

'Really,' he laughed. 'Can I look at your pictures, I can't find them.'

'Just keep clicking on the little crosses top left until you return to the
desktop which is the sort of starting page. Then double left click on My
Pictures, keep double clicking to go deeper and click crosses to return.'

'I don't want to bugger the machine up.'

'You won't unless you do anything else... just stick to clicks and
crosses. Give me a shout if you get any problems. There's crap on the box
for the next half an hour so I'm gonna have a quick bath.'

'OK,' he turned and smiled. 'Don't lock the door, I didn't,' his smile got
wider and he turned back to the monitor. I saw naked boys on the monitor so
he was a freethinker after all and now I assumed that to mean he was
versatile or he might have thought so. He hadn't mentioned a girl friend
all night as boys do but he hadn't mentioned any friends of either sex so
that indicated exactly nothing.

I got the bath as I liked it and relaxed in the foam listening to the
murmur of the box from the lounge, I presumed my guest was on the computer
still but he wasn't. I felt the draught of the door and he was in with me.

'Hi,' he said softly and leant against the door frame. 'Want you back
washed,' his blush was back but not as fierce this time. It looked like he
was feeling his way and I wanted to make it easy.

'Yeah, thanks. You can do my back.'

He did just that and sat on the edge of the bath soaping across my
shoulders and rinsing me as I sat up with the sponge. 'You're very brown
for this time of year,' he croaked.

'Just naturally dark skinned.'

'Mmmm...' I felt his gentle hands on the back of my neck. 'You know that
description thingy... elfin Sean and all that... it was good, I liked it.'

'I didn't think you'd like the stories though.'

'They were great,' he laughed. 'I even fancied Philip.'

'Really?'

'Yeah,' he laughed. 'You didn't describe my body in your photofit.'

'That's becuase I haven't seen it, dummy.'

'I know,' he laughed. 'Can I get in with you?' His voice had dropped to
almost a whisper.

'The last frontier.'

'I know.' Suddenly he stood and I saw him in the corner of my eye standing
there and then the bathrobe dropped to the floor and he moved stepping into
the bath giving me a view of his naked body for the first time. I wasn't
disappointed, as I knew already he was slender and pale but so smooth. I
noticed a sparse patch of blonde pubics clustered on his lower belly and
his semi erection sticking out at half mast before he managed to settle
into the bath facing me with his legs up either side of my seated
body. 'Here we are, all cosy,' he grinned although the remnants of his
flush remained. He was a bold boy and he'd get over it. I grabbed his trim
waist and drew him to me which wasn't the most comfortable situation in the
world but felt great. His legs slid over mine and he settled with us almost
penis to penis. 'You're nice,' he whispered.

'Nice enough?' It was my turn to whisper and I put my arms around his wet
body pulling him even closer until our organs touched and he closed his
eyes.

'Yeah,' his soft breath fanned my cheek and his grey eyes gazed into
mine. I felt his hand grasp my hardness in the water and his lips parted
just a little. 'Big boy,' he giggled and I lost it. I grasped the back of
his neck and pulled his face to mine. It seemed so natural as we kissed
there in the misted and steam laded air. He was willing if a little clumsy
but he'd improve, all he needed was practice. As he slowly fumbled with my
hardness I returned the compliment and massaged his stiff boy cock under
the water and he moaned gently shuffling in trying to get closer. It was no
good, to get any closer one of us would have to be inside the other and he
knew that. 'I thought you were OK when you chatted me up in the store.'

'You chatted me, Sean,' I reminded him.

'Whatever.' This time he chuckled. 'I like your stories and I like your
pictures... nice scene.'

'For a freethinker,' I grinned.

'Exactly,' he giggled and scrunged into me again. Much more of this and I'd
be shagging him in the bath and that wasn't the way I wanted it. Nothing
off the cuff with this kid, something slow, sweet and
romantic. 'Mmmmm... nice body,' his hands ran up and down my back and he
wriggled himself on my groin. He was a super tease or he was ripe for it
there and then.

My hands cupped his taut buttocks and lifted him a little settling him on
my upper thighs an inch or so away from being impaled. I was so hard I
could have taken him then and there and to my delight he had stiffened up,
his dicky was protuding from the water with it's rosy red glans shining in
the suds as he moved up and down in his little tease.

'Anyone going to miss you tonight?' I savoured the feel of his smoothness
as my hand ran up and down his back to the top of his crack and then ran
back up again to his slender neck moulding his perfect boyish body to mine.

'No,' he looked at me and kissed my nose. 'You're the only only one who's
noticed me for the last month.'

'You'd better stay here for the holiday then and keep an old man happy.'

'You're not an old man,' he grinned. 'You're a young man... and a very hard
young man,' he squirmed on my lap and beamed at me.

'Gawd,' I moaned. 'It's snowing, it's bloody freezing and the TV's crap...'

'Sounds like an early bedtime,' he murmured. He'd said exactly what I'd
wanted to hear and without any prompting, well, hardly any.

'Come on, then,' I struggled in the bath trying not to let my eagerness
show although the raging hardon was a bit of a giveaway.

'Down, Fido,' he giggled as we struggled to our feet and standing in the
bath I grabbed him again but this time it was the full twenty four carat
loving smooch. My tongue slipped into his mouth and we took it from
there. 'Jeeez,' he sagged against me and nearly fell at the end of it. 'I
am so hard.' Yeah, well, we're not all romantics.

'Come to the bedroom, I want to suck you dry and make passionate love all
night long.'

'Silly sod,' he giggled but his big smile and sparkly eyes were enough for
this particular sex starved person.

We dried off with lots of care and feeling, I think he nearly passed out
when I briefly knelt and took his damp hardness into my mouth but I wanted
more than that. I wanted the peace and quiet, the privacy of two willing
partners in a bed and to be cut off from the rest of the world. I just
wanted Sean all to myself and in my heart I just hoped he felt half of what
I felt. I was soppily and deeply head over heels in love with this stray
kid and I was about to prove it.

'I've never done any of this before, you know.' He managed to look bashful
and sexy at the same time.

'Never?'

'Well just wankies with a mate when I was a kid.' I grinned at him. He was
sixteen and don't forget the half, he still was a kid as far as I was
concerned.

'But you want to?'

'With you,' his eyes dropped. 'You're dishy,' he reddened up again but I
spared his blushed by guiding him to my bedroom which thankfully was nice
and warm. He sighed softly as I bore him down to the bed and cuddled
stroking every smooth inch of his body that I could get to.

He wasn't my first so I followed the tried and tested path spreading him
out onto my bed and kissing gently and working my way down his surprisingly
well muscled chest until he realised what I was upto. He moaned and thrust
his narrow hips upwards as I dropped my head and took his now drooling
cockhead into my mouth. He held my hair as I slowly moved my head up and
down savouring his fresh and still damp youthul flesh hard and extremely
tight skinned. This boy could pop at any moment and I didn't want that just
yet at least. I clasped his small boy's bottom in my hands rotating his
cheeks and spreading them letting him feel the air on his pucker. Before he
had time to get used to it I took his shrunken ballsac into my mouth and
nudged his legs up. He opened them naturally enough and I saw his tiny
pucker for the first time, it was all too much and I was in there lapping
and sucking, probing for his sweet hole with my tongue.

'Don't hurt me,' he whimpered and lay his legs on my shoulders as I got
under him. I pressed his thighs back and there it was in all it's saliva
drenched glory. This time I covered his ring with my mouth tickling his
tiny orifice with my tongue until he begged me to stop. I think his moment
of truth arrived when I gently inserted one finger into his slick ring and
found his prostate. His slender five inches of youth meat was twitching on
his belly with it's head fully distended and oozing a thick mix of
precum. He was so ripe as well as myself, I couldn't control myself any
longer. I slipped my finger free gave him a final messy lick and wiped
saliva onto the end of my own leaking dick.

Before he knew what had hit him I positioned myself and gently but firmly
pushed into his delicious warmth.

'Peteee...' he wailed as I entered him and clutched me fiercely but there
was no going back now. I covered his mouth with mine and once I felt my
glans inside his hot tunnel started to move. Gradually and as gently as I
could I opened him up and took his cherry, I took his virginity there and
then and I think he was surprised that it didn't really hurt, there may
have been a brief pain but once I was in him and sinking deeper into his
exquisite flesh he lay staring at me with those fantastic grey eyes and
with the slighest of smiles on his face. 'When do you start to fuck?' He
whispered and that did it. Holding his hips I started to move faster and
this time ignored the moans and groans sheathing myself in his living
flesh.

'God, you are so good,' I gasped as I went the whole way finally feeling my
crisp pubics pressing under his balls and my complete length surrounded by
his hot body. 'I'm in love, Sean.'

'Who with?' He squeezed on me and giggled when I winced .

'You, Dildo Hat.'

'Good,' he murmured contentedly. 'Come on do me,' his eyes avoided mine but
returned. He'd said it and he probably felt ashamed but he'd recover of
that I was sure. The way he held me and the happy little groans and sighs
he made he was a natural and ther was more to come. His hard spike jerked
up and down on his belly dribbling his thin cream into his navel and I
wanted it.

'Oooh,' I really bottomed out sealing myself to him deeply in his gut and
then started to shag. The veneer was dropping away and this time it was
fuck time, he clung to me tightly as I took him all the way and finally
slipped into him and stayed in. His eyes opened wide as I felt my surge
shoot into him and it was a good one. I gently moved in and out at the end
on a coating of my warm cum contented and happy in his arms.

'So that's what it's all about,' he smiled up at me with his face shiny
with sweat. 'My little bottom will never be the same again.'

'Not by tomorrow morning,' I assured him.

He lay in my arms as I slipped free and we shared a sweaty kiss and cuddle
but there was unfinished business to deal with. I took the old road from
his lips down to his belly this time lapping his spilt cum from his smooth
belly in spite of his noisy squeals and playing at fighting me off. That
stopped when I took his sweet meat into my mouth and took him on another
adventure. I nipped his scrotum off and sucked and sucked until he begged
me to let him squirt and in the end I did. I crouched beteen his legs and
bobbed up and down on his cock until he finally yelled and grabbed my head
forcing himself deep into my throat and cuming.

A nice one for a kid, three or four squirts of creamy youth juice and I
swallowed it all and then in spite of his disgusted protestations sealed my
lips to his letting him taste himself.

'I'm fucked and drained,' he whispered. 'It's only ten,' he glanced at my
bedside clock.

'Gonna be a long night,' I smiled in the gloom. 'I hope you know how to be
butch.'

'Try me...' he growled in an Arnie voice. 'A bit later.'

I did and he did very well. In fact he was brilliant and I'll never knock
skinny kids with funny hats again. Anyway, that was a year ago, he works
with me now, he lives with me as well. We've had a fantastic year and I
couldn't even try to explain how much I love him. We've had our ups and
down as young couples do but we get over them, his over riding cheerfulness
defeats most problems.

The day after Boxing Day will be the first anniversary of our meeting and
we'll go down to Sainsburys and do some shopping. After that we're going to
have a couple of cans and re-enact our first afternoon and evening. And
yes, he still wears that silly pointy hat and yes again, he still looks as
sexy in it as he did on that very first day. Wish us luck on our second
year of married life and have a nice New Year.

Peter and Sean


				  THE END


GCutter66@gmail.com