Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 18:30:43 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: JIMBO AND HIS SCOOTER

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.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds 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.

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JIMBO AND HIS SCOOTER



by



G. Gutter



I suppose most of my story lines originate in that dozy and sometimes
uncomfortable period between going to bed and falling asleep. I have a hell
of a job 'dropping off' and tend to lay there thinking and what do you
think about when you're an old man? Days past, opportunities missed and
things that might have been... this is where Jimbo and his Scooter
originated. Part true and part false as many of my stories are and
officially classified as FICTION. A few of my regular readers will know
that once upon a time I worked as a groundsman and backed up my piss poor
earnings as a pitch marker and maintenance person for a joint cricket and
football (soccer) club and on top of that threw in some bar work. Anyway
this is from that period, scene set and away we go. For my constant good
natured critics I know this is reminiscent of 'Skinny Michael' but Michael
and now Jimbo were real boys and are now real men (I suppose).

This all happened on a Sunday in mid September which was that uncomfortable
period in our Club when the field finished with it's cricket season and
footy took over. In fact, the two overlapped as the cricketers always
wanted to play as long as possible and the football mob wanted to get in as
early as possible. Confusion, arguments and general shambles. We
compromised by keeping one cricket pitch going down by the pavilion and
getting an adult football pitch and a smaller kid's edition down the far
end of the field. I'd done my main markings on Saturday and wandered over
Sunday quite early just to tart up the lines and fill any obvious rabbit
holes. After that I gave the barman a hand over the lunchtime and early
afternoon. He would be there until quite late with both crowds who tended
to let their hair down on a Sunday. The half term school holiday had
started and I had also started my own holidays only mine had a more serious
purpose. For some time I'd been amassing money from my triple intakes with
a view of going independent and that was as a self employed jobbing
gardener. You know, the guy who comes around with his pickup cutting the
grass, trimming the hedges and generally looking after your pride and
joy... your garden. There was business out there and I would still maintain
my contacts with the club so so that was guaranteed money. The problem was
that I'd have to get out of my company 'cottage' which went with my main
job. I had found a flat, nice and cheap, nearly derelict but I liked
it. The master plan was that I'd get stuck in over my holiday and get it
decorated out and habitable, give a month's notice after my paid holiday
and then take it from there. There you go, there's the scene setting and
only one thing to add.

I was twenty five at the time, tall dark and handsome (yeah, right). I was
a very strictly in the closet gay but I adventured... how could I not,
working for a club that had so many youth teams and these teams ranged from
Under 10s to Under 17s... on average there had to be a sprinkling who would
want to play with a young man who wasn't too much of a dog and had a place
nearby. That was me if you haven't got the message and I have written of
various liaisons and adventures in the past.

I loved youth, not children but anything around thirteen and upwards was
fair game, to be blunt, anything that had some pubics and could squirt. I
didn't like totally passive partners and certainly didn't like kids who
couldn't do anything other than offer their sweet bottoms. Ideally I liked
someone who I could entertain and even go out with without too much (or
any) comment being aroused. I suppose sixteen or seventeen would be the
ideal age for me.

Around three in the afternoon I decided to call it a day. I'd been on the
go since before eight and was to be very blunt knackered. I said goodbye to
the barman and left him to his job. I saw a few of the lads I knew outside
watching the ongoing cricket and football and took off. I didn't have to
take off too far as my place was a mere stone's throw from the
clubhouse. Noise could become a problem sometimes but normally at those
times I'd be helping out in the bar so no probs there. I'd be sad to leave
this place but in a company provided place you have no sense of security,
lose the job, you lose the accomodation... easy as that.

My lounge or living room opened out onto my small garden as did the
kitchen. I had a small toilet downstairs and a box room jokingly called
'the parlour'. Upstairs I had a large bedroom with a smaller presumeably
for kids and a bathroom which had another toilet, and a bath with a built
in shower.  Not large and certainly not fancy but eminently suitable for a
single person of even a small family. Firstly I stripped off and had a
shower and then something to eat. I was tired and eventually flopped out on
my sofa and snoozed for a couple of hours, I wasn't expecting visitors and
just lounged around in shorts and flipflops, nice and easy and for once I
didn't have to get up in the morning and rush off to work. I'd probably go
down the hill into town and check out my new place and decide where to
start, God I hated ceilings.

I had a quiet night, some more to eat, a few cans and a dose of Sunday
television. fortunately I had a nmixture of DVDs and tapes so ended up
serttling down with a Friday the Thirteenth which demonstrates my lack of
taste. I finished around ten o'clock slightly happy with canned lager,
glutted on horror, bored and tired. The ring of the front door bell was a
bit of a relief. The only person or persons who would call at this time on
a Sunday night were David or Darren my fellow workers on the estate or one
of the half drunk club members out to shoot the breeze and bum a drink. I
stumbled into my dark little hallway and cracked open the door.

'Micky, Micky.' A semi sloshed voice and a blast of stale beer welcomed me.

'Sod off,' I replied automatically.

'Micky, it's me Jim, Jimbo Cooper.'

'Ah...' I opened the door to see Jimbo's lanky frame waving int he
breeze. He was done up in his road gear and was clutching his crash
helmet. I could see his Vespa or maybe it was a Lambretta parked blocking
my garden gate. 'What's the problem, Jimbo?'

'I'm pissed,' he twittered drunkenly.

'Your problem,' I replied rather cruely but I liked him and I didn't want
to get involved. As sure as God made little apples I would take advantage
of him if he got into the house. It was in my character, I was a mug for
temptation especially if that was long, skinny blonde and just as dumb as
blonds are supposed to be. That was Jimbo one of my lusts although I hadn't
seen him for a year or so. For him to turn up completely out of the blue
was odd, perhaps he'd been with his dad and younger brother who were
cricketers.

'I run out of petrol, Micky,' he whined.

'Get that bike offroad and come in,' I gave in, this obviously needed
fixing and fuel or not he was clearly incapable of riding a machine I
considered a death trap. I'd have to phone his parents assuming he had the
number.

'All righty,' he wobbled down the short path and made a right pig's ear of
getting the machine through the narrow gate but in the end made it and
tottered back to the door. 'Can I come in now,' he gave me a drunken grin.

'Inside, dimwit,' I jerked my thumb and felt his warmth (and caught his
stink) as he pushed by me.

'Hey, whatcha watching,' he flopped onto my sofa and gazed at the
screen. 'It's good...' He slapped his hand on his bony knee in time to the
music.

'White Snake,' I replied. 'A bit before your time.' I studied him as he sat
there, as I've said I hadn't seen him for some while and he'd grown
up,. the gangly limbed kid was just as disjointed as a youth. His long
blond girly hair was badly in need of a wash and to be honest he looked
like a bum, maybe one of the young homeless you see up in London. 'So, what
have you been doing with yourself, Jimbo?'

'Nothing,' he grinned cheerfully. 'Just left school and I'm shopping around
for a job.'

'Good luck with that. By the way, I can't help you on the petrol front and
you shouldn't be riding around this time of night over the limit.'

'Not much in the way of Old Bill around here.'

'True but that only means if you hit something you'd just lay there and
bleed out before help arrived.'

'Cheerful sod,' he grinned amiably. 'I'll have to ET.'

'What?'

'Phone home,' he giggled feeling pleased with his humour. 'Can I?'

'Pig out,' I pointed to the phone images of him in a bath and then in my
bed fading rapidly. I know he was a bit girly but that didn't mean he was
gay, lots of kids that age are unsure of themselves, some are what you'd
call quiet and maybe a bit meek, others are right little hooligans and
others are androgynous or even sexless, you can't figure them out. Jimbo
was in the latter class.

He buggered about with the phone and I got one side of the conversation. It
seemed dad and his brother had gone home after their match and had gone to
bed. I thought ten o'clock was a bit early even for his tight arsed family
but kept quiet. One thing was becoming clear from the way he was talking
immediate rescue was not on it's way. 'Mum wants to talk to you,' he still
had that silly grin on his face as he passed the phone across.

'Mick, my dear,' she started off and my hackles rose. I couldn't stand the
woman and here she was being rather overly nice to me, she was after
something.

'Yeah,' I tried not to transmit my dislike down the phone line.

'I've got to ask you a huge favour.'

'If I can, Mrs Cooper.' I bit my lip. I could see what was coming a mile
off and visions of the shower and bedroom came back into focus.

'Can you lodge silly, Jimmy for the night? Stick him on a sofa or something
and he can sort himself out in the morning. He's a big boy now and he's got
to learn to help himself out of his stupid mistakes... ran out of petrol,'
she sighed in exasperation.

'Yeah,' I tried to stiffle a grin. 'I'm on holiday tomorrow so no
panic. You'd better give him the good news.' I handed the phone back to
Jimbo and I swear from his self satisfied grin he already knew the
outcome. He certainly didn't seem too upset at being banished the family
nest. Mind you, with his family I'd probably feel the same. I'd better give
you a bit of a breakdown on them before I go any further.

Dad was a madly keen cricketer as was the younger son, wifey was a
cricketer's wife deeply into the club. Jimbo was the black sheep of the
family or the blond sheep to be more accurate. He hated cricket, tried
football and hated that, in fact, he tinkered at things, he was finding his
way through his teens in a sort of a haze. I don't think he knew himself
what he wanted. Having said all that, I liked him, he was long, blond and
dumb or that's how he came across. Sweet in a way and always that long cool
grey eyed knowing stare (or maybe a vacant stare)... when he was sober that
was.

'Righ, Mum. Sorry, Mum. I'll be home around midday,' he put the phone down
and sighed. 'Bitch.'

'Now, now...' I held my hand up in warning. I felt exactly the same about
her but come on, let's have some decorum. You shouldn't call your family
nasty names in front of strangers.

'Sorry,' he grinned again totally unapologetic and smirked. 'You've got a
lodger, could be fun.'

'Careful what you wish for, Jimbo.'

He just laughed.

'Take those bloody great boots off and chill,' I went to the kitchen and
got him a can of lager. I know I was piling booze on booze but he seemed to
have booked himself a lie in and a hangover might teach him a lesson not
that they ever did with me. 'Never again' - the times I've said that.

'You trying to get me drunk,' he smiled accepting the can.

'As if,' I laughed. 'You gotta bath, you stink.'

'That's 'cos Freddy puked on my boots earlier on,' he decalred proudly.

'Sling then out in the garden, you dildo,' I made horrified faces although
I was rarther pleased it wasn't him. I knew Freddy who was also one of the
recent unemployed school leavers. If Jimbo was dumb, Freddy was
dumber... just like the film.

He grabbed the offending footwear and sauntered out and then I heard the
kitchen door open. He seemed to be sobering up, perhaps the old saw about
drinking yourself sober really did work although I thought the whole theory
was a bit of poo. Insensible maybe, sober never.

I joined him in the kitchen and talked him into accepting a couple of bulky
ham and salad sandwiches after finding out he hadn't eated since
lunchtime. We sat there for a while and I even tried feeding him black
coffee but he wasn't having it.

'Sorry about imposing on you,,' he spoke politely and rather formally. 'I
didn't know what else to do.'

'No probs,' I grinned. 'I'll get my reward in heaven no doubt.'

'Maybe,' he grinned around a mouthful of sandwich.

'You've still got to have a bath,' I reminded him.

'No probs,' he waved a hand airily. 'Gonna help?' He added coyly. Well,
coyly for a sixteen year old boy.

'Might wash your back,' I laughed just trying it on just a little.

'My front maybe,' he grinned glancing at me with a slight smile.

'Bit of both,' I compromised. I'd give my right arm just to get my hands on
his soapy body but dream on, Micky.

'Sounds good,' he murmured.

I looked at him in surprise not sure I'd heard right. He just sat there
grinning and munching. 'Can I have another lager, a nightcap.'

'I thought you'd had enough to drink.'

'Dutch courage,' he grinned as I fished him a can from the fridge. It was
slowly dawning on me that he was game for a laugh and another can wouldn't
harm. What was also becoming perfectly clear was that he wasn't half as
drunk as he'd first appeared to be. The skinny shite was pulling my chain,
I just hoped he knew what he was letting himself in for as I was getting a
terrible hardon. The beastie within was alive. I wanted him and I was
beginning to lose it. The bathroom offer was a clincher, if he was truly
going to let me help him then he was a risk taker and that suited me just
fine.

Ten minutes later we left the kitchen and I showed him the small
collapsible bed I kept for emergencies such as this although I noticed him
look at my bed which would comfortably take two and had done so in the past
.

'I'll leave you alone, you know where the bathroom is.'

'Don't forget the front wash,' he grinned.

'The back wash,' I retorted. I went downstairs and turned off the DVD/Tape
player and doused the lights, it was him and I now and I had no idea where
this was going, I was running on hope.

I made up the small bed down by mine hoping that he'd take the hint and
made sure everything was in place. Lube, a plastic bucket just in case he
wanted to puke and stripping my shirt off I crossed the passage to the
bathroom. I could hear him splashing about and tried the door, it swung
open as he'd clearly left it unlocked. The first thing I saw was a mound of
clothing on the floor and the second was his pale form standing upright in
the bath using the shower head.

'I thought you'd come,' he faced inward displaying his beautifully rounded
and pure white skinned bottom sheened with water and foam. He was truly
gorgeous and I stood there and goggled.

'Turn around,' I croaked.

'You sure?' He mumbled.

'Yeah.'

He slowly turned and I smiled. His meaty and slightly overlarge erection
jerked up and out. The foreskin was fully skinned back and the red head
gleamed in the spray from the shower. He rubbed it slowly with one soapy
hand and smiled nervously at me. He sported a fair haired if sparse pubic
bush but he had a meaty hairless scrotum hanging between his legs. Jimbo
was no longer a boy, he was a youth or a young man and what I could see
appeared to work as his weapon jerked in his hand.

'Alright?' He asked in a very small voice.

'Perfect,' I took the foam bottle and squirted a stream from his chest down
to his pubics and cupping some water in my hands rubbed it into his belly
with one hand taking his twitching cock in my other.

'Great,' he sighed with relief and slowly pumped into my hand. 'Gonna join
me?' He asked shyly.

'Why not?' I stood back and quickly removed my shorts and briefs standing
naked for a moment allowing him his view. I then stepped into the bath
alongside me and wrapped my arms around him. No more play acting, this was
the real thing. He giggled as we faced each other and our slippery
erections ground together between our bellies.

'I thought I'd be alright with you, Micky,' he sighed as I clasped his
snowy white bottom binding him in even closer. 'I knew you fancied me last
year.'

'You got that right,' I murmured kissing the side of his neck and he tilted
his face to mine offering his full red lips. We kissed and that was it, a
soapy, slippery and frantic love struggle under the warm shower and each
getting harder by the moment. He loved my cock wanking away until I made
him stop. I wanted him in bed and as he was now so evidently ripe I wanted
to take him all the way. If he was that way inclined I was also happy
letting him take me, I was an equal opportunity type person after all. Even
kids had needs and feeling his wet and heavy scrotum his weren't hidden.

'Tell me I don't have to sleep in that silly little bed you've got rigged
up.'

'You can sleep with me,' I kissed him again allowing his flickering tongue
to slip into my mouth. His hardness found it's way between my thighs and I
clamped on it's meaty mass as he moved his hips to and fro.

'Gawd, this is so cool,' he writhed and lunged between my legs as I handled
his little pale globes of flesh as they tensed and eased. Jimbo had what I
call a high riding bum or long slender legs whatever you prefer but it was
a bottom to die for hard and soft with his movements and I wondered idly if
he was a virgin. 'I'm gonna cum in a minute,' he groaned as he moved in and
out of clamped thighs.

'Really,' I moved back an bit and dropped to my knees taking his pale shaft
into my mouth and the poor soul nearly passed out.

'Mickeeee...' he wailed as I held his balls up and sucked away as if at an
ice lolly. He moved slowly in my mouth and I could feel his swollen glans
in the back of my throat and then it came. He tensed up and his cock seemed
to swell and then I felt his pulsing meat in my mouth spurt and squirt his
creamy load deep into my throat. I choked and swallowed as his thick, sweet
and slippery spunk slipped down my throat. I got a splash on my neck and
jaw but I didn't care as I squeezed him dry nipping his foreskin over his
now dark red glans. He sagged against the wall amd smiled tiredly as I rose
up againt him. 'Fantastical,' he whispered as my semen stained lips pressed
against his. We swayed together under the warm now becoming tepid water and
he slowly kissed down my body. I held my breath until he lapped at my navel
and beamed up at me. 'Big innit?' He ducked his head and I felt his wet
warmth around me as he took me into his mouth and then performed what I can
only call an excellent blow. No teeth, all lips and tongue and surely this
boy had experience. He was so good. He clasped my soapy buttocks and moved
his head as I fucked into his eager mouth. I'd be asking questions but not
now, now was the time to enjoys. He gobbled a giggle as he felt my balls
and found them to be tight and up in the firing position and when I held
his head firm and steady be nudged inwards a little until my glans was
right in the back of his throat.

As I cum he just let it slip down his gullet swallowing and breathing
gustily through his nose. Perfect, he swallowed again and then began to
move again as I cum for the third time and I was done. He did my trick,
running my foreskin over my glans and then squeezing the last slimey
trickle clear.

'Yummy,' he grinned up my belly and our lips met again. 'Bedtime?'

'Bedtime,' I agreed taking a final rinse to clear the soap and foam. I
dried him and he dried me both pleasureing ourselves exploring each other's
bodies. God, he was so smooth, slender and pale skinned but I've said all
that before. Enough to say that I had a severe case of the hots and we were
both as hard as little chocolate frogs by the time we stumbled back into
the warm bedroom. I'd put the fire on low to take away the night chill and
turned it off before climbing between the sheets to clasp his still damp
body.

'Good job you didn't bring your puking pal with you,' I whispered as I
turned inwards rubbing against his thigh.

'Uh?' He looked at me in the gloom and then
grinned. 'Ah... Freddy. Freddy's a bitch, he's no good for two way.'

'There speaks the voice of experience,' I scoffed.

'True,' he smirked. 'I'll line him up for you, he loves a good shagging.'

'Yeah, right.'

'I'll prove it,' he grinned. 'He's been my only shag... so far,' he added
with a pointed look.

'Mmmm...' I smiled as he turned into me and held our revitalised organs
together tightly. 'Relax,' I whispered.

He did, in fact, he drifted off to sleep in my arms just going to prove
that drink wins in the end. No matter, it was still early for me, it wasn't
even midnight yet and I had the day off tomorrow as did he. I snuggled in
and turned off the bedside lamp allowing my hand to drift down onto his
smooth, springy and tight little bottom.

'Later,' he mumbled and we slept. I knew I wouldn't sleep not with Jimbo's
warm and sweet smelling body alongside me. I was hard, needy and
frustrated. Inside the hour I was up against his soft bottom and searching
for my lube.

'What the Hell are you doing,' he mumbled sleepily.

'Looking for something,' I whispered and munched on the back of his neck.

'Mmmm...' he wriggled his hot bottom against me and wriggled.

I found what I was seeking and smeared some on my hardness and just a
smidgeon into his crack feeling the heat and then his pucker open up as I
pushed with my finger. He clamped back on me so he wasn't asleep and as I
fed my slippery joint betwen his cheeks he sighed and lifted one leg
slightly. Kissing the back of his neck I moved in and felt my erection part
his ring and heard his little gasp.

'Slowly,' he pushed back onto me a little.

'Alright?' I asked anxiously.

'Peachy,' he giggled and pushed back harder. I reached around to feel him
and he was rock hard again and as I pushed in harder and gained another
inch and then another, he groaned and pushed back very firmly and swallowed
me whole right down to the pubics.

'Jeez, that's big,' he moaned and then reaching back grabbed my hips and
taking me with him rolled onto his belly opening his legs. I gratefully got
between then and really pushed hard bottoming into his soft flesh and this
time he really did groan as I started to move. He reached out and clutched
the pillow as I pleasured myself and hopefully him as I began to slowly
fuck getting faster and harder all the time. In the end I heard it. 'Go for
it,' he grunted and pushed up hard against me lifting his hips from the bed
to meet my thrusts and I did. I slapped into his wonderfully soft bottom
and in the end rammed him onto the bed surging my thick juices deep into
his gut and he lay there squeezing and easing on my oiled hardness as if he
was milking me. He was good, Nice, warm, tight and very willing... as I
tried to pull free he rolled and reached back again holding me into his
soggy fanny. 'Leave it in a bit,' he whispered. Yeah, this kid knew what he
was doing, five minutes later and still in his squishy warmth I felt the
urge again and this time it took longer it was more fluid but I did another
cum and went to sleep still in his messy honeypot. Score two for me but he
still had time to catch up.

I was awoken by the birds and my immediate thiought was how I hated Mondays
and then I realised I was on holiday and also that I had a sixteen year old
in bed with me who was currently missing. I looked around and heard the
toilet flush which was a relief. A few moments later he entered the bedroom
in all his morning glory. His long hair was all over the place but his long
pale skinned penis was well and truly hard and jutted from his belly like a
battering ram.

'You awake?' He shook my shoulder.

'Just,' I snuggled into the bed.

'Good, it's only six,' he giggled and slipped into he bed and cuddled up
behind me. I felt his hot and hard flesh press into my crack. 'You in the
mood?' He whispered.

'Always,' I mumbled and rolled onto my belly, it was his turn to do all the
hard work, I'd settle for passive.

He rolled with me and parted my legs, he'd already found the lube and he
smeared some on my ring and I heard him sigh as he obviously worked it into
his jutting cock. He seemed happy in his position of power a far different
kid from the drunken dope of the previous evening. He moved his slippery
glans in my crack, took a couple of tentative pokes and when I told him to
get on with it he slowly but firmly pushed up against me and I felt his hot
spike open my sphincter and his glorious heat enter my body. I was revising
my opinion of Jimbo by the minute, he was certainly no virgin and I
wondered how many youthful mates he might have. He could be a good contact
and he certainly knew what he was doing.

He muttered sweet nothings into my ear as he lay his face beside mine
keepoing his skinny hips in the air and slowly working his way in. In the
end he got there, I felt his warm belly nestling against the small of my
back and his long boycock filled my need. 'Alright?, Micky?'

'Yeah,' I clamped on it and then relaxed. I clamped again and he negan to
move slowly at first but then straight into shag mode. He was like a
machine pistoning in and out and I rose to half a doggie in response but he
kept going until he finally smacked in with a groan and let fly. I wriggled
on his spurting member as he juiced me up and we collapsed in a gasping and
happy mess of arms and legs. He was still in me and slowly moving in his
own mess until he slipped free with a grin and fell onto his back doubtless
feeling very pleased with himself but he'd awoken a sleeping tiger. I was
as hard as a steel pipe by now and wanted my share.

'I was talking to Clarkey about some work and he said you might need a
hand,' he ventured. Clark was the club barman by the way.

'I'm decorating my new place out over the next week or so,' I replied
realising that he might be good sex but as a reliable worker I had my
doubts. 'I couldn't pay you a wage but I could feed you a fiver here and
there.'

'That's alright,' he smiled at me as I lay alongside him. 'Food and a few
cans...' he glanced sideways. 'It's always a place to bring Freddy, maybe
John boy.'

'John boy?'

'John Steers, scruffy John.'

'He's nice,' I remarked trying to sound neutral. John Steers was one of the
young footballers and was a bit of a clone of Jimbo, not as tall but
possibly a bit bulkier, he had the same overlong blond hair, the baby face
and a body to die for. He was one of my lusts although only fourteen and
I'd often stood on the field visualising him writhing around on my bed.

'Do I sense a certain interest,' Jimbo sniggered. 'He's a fan of yours.'

'Really, why should he be a fan?'

'Gawd knows,' Jimbo laughed. 'Perhaps he's short sighted.'

'Har, har...' I suddenly froze. He'd been on about Freddy who I knew he
knew in the biblical sense, was he saying the same for young John? 'You
been playing around with John.'

'A bit of this and that,' he replied carelessly. 'Nothing heavy but I got
his shorts down, I know him through my kid brother. John's tasty and I
think he'd go for fun and games given a nice safe house... just like in the
spy movies.'

'Yeah, I know what a safe house is,' I lay there looking at the ceiling and
thinking. It was an offer I couldn't refuse, an opportunity not to be
missed and all the rest of it. If I kept Jimbo happy sooner or later I was
going to finish up with Freddy and quite possibly young John
Steers... where would it end. 'Ready?'

'It's a bit early to get up, it's not seven yet.'

'Not too early for me to get up,' I laughed and rolled on top of him and
planted a kiss on his sweet lips (with accompanying early morning dog
breath). I wriggled my hardon between his smooth thighs and he promptly
clamped on it's warth and clasped my cheelks pulling me in tightly.

'Randy dog,' he looked up at me. 'I'm a bit sore from last night... you
went twice you know.'

'Third time's lucky,' I fucked between his legs feeling my belly rub his
tacky dicky to hardness. I made my move suddenly catching him by surprise
and lifted his legs scrambling to my knees and then pushing his own knees
down onto his chest. He squawked and then giggled as I hovered over him
rubbing my hot cockhead across his puffy pucker.

'I've never done it this way,' he muttered looking nervous. 'You need loads
of lube.'

'Not all that much,' I made sure he kept his knees back and annointed his
sphincter slowly and gently intruding my finger into his tight hole, he
just gasped and accepted it as I coated the inside and around the
outer. This is my favourite position and I reckon the best. Face to face,
body to body, nothing hidden and his eyes gazed into mine as I presented my
swolled glans to his twitching pucker and pushed in feeling the muscle
stretch and then pop open as I entered his warmth and
tightness. Delicious. He closed his eyes and moaned as I started to slowly
work my way in but his legs soon dropped onto my back and his arm wrapped
around my neck dragging my face down to his. He was taking it fine, it may
have been a first for him but he was a good learner and he took it all with
a few moans and gasps until my pubics pressed up under his tight scrotum.

'Jeez,' his eyes sparkled as he smiled at me. 'That feels like a log.'

'Never done Freddy this way?'

'No but I shall,' he grinned. 'And little John if I ever get the chance.'

'He's only a boy,' I said feeling like a real hypocrite.

'If you had him in a bedroom and he was willing you'd do the dirty deed,'
he declared confidently and he was right. If he was wiling was the key
phrase and fourteen or not I would indeed do the dirty deed but that's all
all for the future and the thought doesn't make the deed. You can't get
arrested for what you think... at least, not yet.

'Shush,' I moved slowly in his tight flesh and he loved it, the face to
face I mean as well as the fuck. He clamped on me and held me tightly
kissing and slobbering as I went faster and faster. In the end I was
slamming into his tautly stretched hole like a piledriver moving him up the
bed until his head clonked on the bedboard. I then finished him (and me)
off in a flurry of jabs feeling my hot spunk squirt into his body yet
again. It was a good one and as his legs went down he managed to keep me
inside him and did himself a lube aided wank cuming between our bellies
adding to the mess. Damn the mess, it was worth it.

We didn't get up until around ten but we managed to fill the time and once
he was bathed, fed and looking respectable we left the house. I gave him
the address of my new place which wasn't too far from his and he arraged to
meet me mid afternoon for a look around, all this after he'd made his
apologies to his mother, luckily for him dad would be at work. I was
messing around with my pickup wondering if I had a can to collect him some
petrol from the nearest garage when I heard his machine burst into life. He
sat astride it and walked it across with a big grin on his face.

'I thought you ran dry,' I looked accusingly at him in his big anorak and
space helmet.

'Yeah, forgot the reserve,' he pionted down to the small lever between his
legs. 'Silly me,' he giggled and revved up. 'See you later, lover boy.'

I watched his disappearing back as he motored off down the road. I laughed
as I watched him disappear past the pitches, that little stunt would cost
him sex on bare boards later in the day.


				 THE END


Yeah, alright. I know it's a bit of a rehash but it worked for me.

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