Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 05:23:05 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: LIFE WITH PHILIP

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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LIFE WITH PHILIP - 1


PHILIP AND THE PLAYSTATION


by


G. Cutter



I met Philip on the Monday, I fell in love on Tuesday, he came around my
house on the Wednesday, he called in sick on the Thursday but returned to
work on the Friday. On the Saturday he came around my place for the second
time, it rained all day and we had sex. He stayed the night and we had more
sex. That's the short story, now if you want the full version you'll have
to read on.

To set the scene I'll tell you a little about myself. I've just turned
nineteen and work as an estates worker on a large estate in Surrey. We look
after the grasscutting, hedgetrimming and all the other mundane things that
keep the place nice and tidy. it's pretty boring work but the money is good
and you get subsidised accomodation, in my case a tiny house or as the
locals call it a cottage .... not to be confused with the other type of
cottage.

As I've said I'm nineteen and have a brain, this puts me above and beyond
the guys I work with who are in the main categorised as village idiots.
Sons of the soil they may be, brain surgeons they're ain't. Anyway, we
tended to keep our distance without falling out. The manager tended to put
me on the more technical jobs like using a chainsaw and driving our
antiquated digger, the others didn't mind, the way they see it if I wanted
to do the hard work they were quite happy watching. The point they always
missed was that I was on a higher hourly rate from them but as I said they
weren't all that bright.

Monday morning around a quarter to eight, same as any other Monday, a bit
dull but not too bad, maybe we'd get some sun later. I usually got in a bit
early so that I could sit in relative peace and have a cup of tea before
starting the week's work. I went into the messroom to find a kid in one of
the chairs gazing vacantly into space.

'Hi,' I looked at him wondering who the hell he was, not a bad looker by
the way.

'Good morning,' he stood up like a good boy and looked a bit shy. 'I'm
Philip, I'm working here for a month or so.'

'Welcome to Sunnybrook Farm, Phil. Wanna cup of tea.'

'No thanks, I had breakfast before I left home.' Gawd, he was so polite, I
wasn't used to it at all.

'Where's home?'

'Byefleet.'

'I know it, I do my weekly shopping down Brooklands.'  Brooklands a huge
out of town shopping complex was about a mile away from Byfleet.

'Ah, yeah,' he hovered around me as I made my tea. 'Mr Brown said that I'll
be working with Mick.'

'That's me, I get all the newbies,' I grinned at him. I could really get to
like this one, still it was a bit early to go overboard. 'Sit down,
Phil. You're making me nervous. How old are you by the way?'

'Fifteen.'

He got a seat just before the others started drifting in. Grumpy, Dopey,
Sneezy and Nellie the Elephant, my esteemed co-workers, of course that
wasn't really their names but they suited.  Browny. the bossman came in at
last and as I'd anticipated and as Philip had suggested we were teamed
up. It seemed he was with us for a month over his school holidays to make
some money. His mother was a pal with one of the bigwigs in the estate
offices, pretty standard practice, the Estate were always glad of slave
labour, they probably paid next to bugger all.

I crammed Philip in the single seater cab of a tractor with me and away we
went, the weekly rubbish run, that would take us most of the day. I can
tell you that don't know travelling in the scrunched up cab of an old
tractor with a fifteen year old schoolkid is an experience. Next to no
suspension, rutted cart tracks, we had all that and Philip seemed to spend
most of his time in my lap. He kept on saying sorry at every juncture but I
didn't mind, why should I?'

We did park up a few times out in the woods and chatted. He was quite a
smart kid although on the surface he gave the impression of being a bit
dim, I put this down to shyness and anyway, if everyone were a rocket
scientist it'd be a dull old world. He was nice, neat brown hair, a litle
overlong and a smooth boyish face, he put me in mind of Edward Furlong a
bit, just an eeeny bit mind you, Philip was better looking, he was taller
as well. He'd rolled his sleeves up somewhere along the line and he had
incredibly smooth arms, not a trace of a hair to be seen. I was beginning
to dribble.

Shit. I forgot to tell you when I started this story that I'm gay. Still I
expect you've gathered that by now.

'What do we do at lunchbreaks?' Philip asked me at one of our 'rest'
periods

'You can eat in the messroom or you can go to the cafeteria.'

'What do you do?'

'I usually pop home and have a cuppa and have a chill out.'

'Oh.' He sounded a bit disappointed.

'I'll stay this lunch just to make sure no one kidnaps you.'

'Alright,' he laughed. 'Thanks, Mick.'

The day wore on and I got to know a bit more about him. He lived alone with
his mother, I rather fancied he was a bit of a mummy's boy, he didn't seem
to have too many mates, at least he only mentioned one of them. He seemed
to spend an unhealthy amount of time watching videos and hankering after a
Playstation. One of his few chums had one and Philip seemed to spend a lot
of time at this kid's playing with the thing. The funny thing was I had an
old one indoors that I had intended to sell on.

'I've got one of those I want to get rid of.'

'What, a Playstation?' His eyes lit up.

'Playstation 2 no less.'

'Hey, hey,' he laughed.

'For a price,' I added.

'How much?'

'About fifty quid.'

'Dunno if I've got that,' he gloomed. 'I'd have to ask my mum.'

'Think about it, you can always pop around one lunchtime and have a
look. You've got a month here after all.' I tried to cool it, I didn't want
him to suspect I was trying to get him into the house. Who me?

'Where do you live then.' He asked, clearly my remark about popping home at
lunchtime had thrown him.

'Just the other side of the pond, in the staff cottages,' I looked at him
and grinned. 'I usually go home on the tractor but I'll have lunch with you
today.'

'Yeah, cheers. I need a bit of company. All the others are so old.'

'Us young uns better stick together then,' I gave his knee a friendly slap
to which he didn't object. Wheee, our first bodily contact apart from the
accidental tanglings in the tractor.

'Yeah,' he gave me a shy smile and we returned to work.

We had lunch together and had a lazy afternoon collecting rubbish and at
four thirty it was time to be off. I watched him cycle away on a racing
bike, his butt looked delicious perched on it's high saddle. He gave a
cheery wave and disappeared through the main gate.

I spent most of the evening making sure the Playstation was in perfect
working order. I also sorted out a couple of my blue movies, a couple of my
oriental ones and a couple of Cadinots. I was going to invite him around
and hoped that he would 'accidently' find them. I had found in the past
that if you subtly let someone know you were gay, or that there was a
possibility that you were gay, they'd either run a mile or cosy up. The
thing is that they had to make the discovery and you had to pretend not to
know. Hey, I said it had worked in the past, I didn't say it was perfect.
If he fled I was wasting my time, if he didn't .....

The next day I was in earlier and he was there again, God knows what time
he left home because Byfleet was a fair old ride.

'You're early, Phil.'

'I like to beat the busy bit, the traffic's murderous out on the Byfleet
Road.'

'You wanna save a few shillings today?' I looked at him trying not to look
too eager.

'How?'

'Come around my place for lunch, I've got a load of salad and cold chicken
left over.'

'Well if you don't mind.' He was hesitant as I knew he would be but he
hadn't turned me down flat. 'Are we working together again?'

'Yeah, Browny usually keeps youngsters with me, the old guys like to do
their own thing.' I put the kettle on. 'Tea or coffee?'

Sure enough we were out with the tractor and trailer again only this time
we were collecting cordwood for burning. We had masses of it all over the
wooded areas and the Big Boss had told Brown to start clearing it
away. Philip and myself had copped the job.

A pretty heavy day, it was hot and sweaty but I got the chance to see
Philip naked from the waist up, he was skinny or rather he was wiry. He
chucked the small logs around with gusto although he was not as well built
as I was. He really did try and I could see that he was knackered. We
knocked off for lunch early and I drove the tractor and loaded trailer
around to the back of my cottage. We were pretty safe as Brown was a poor
manager, chasing the troops up was not his thing, he did absolutely no
supervision being quite happy to lurk in his office buggering about with
paperwork.

'Come on we'll go in the back,' I hopped from the machine. We both had our
shirts off and I'd had enough bare flesh contacts in the pitching tractor
cab to last a lifetime, the curious thing was that most schoolboys would
tend to try and keep off you, Philip just didn't seem to care.

I took him in the kitchen and we had a quick wash in the kitchen sink and
had our salads. I had prepared them at the crack of dawn so there was no
time wasted. We finished up with cold drinks and I invited him into my
little living room. We still had half an hour to waste so we could relax a
little, we'll he could relax, I was too keyed up.

'There's your Playstation,' I pointed out the machine in question.

'Ah, great,' he sprang over and knelt in front of the unit and examined it,
I just sat there and admired the delicate curve of his spine, the sallow
smoothness of his beautiful skin. I could see that he had grey briefs on as
he bent right down poking his bum in the air whilst he read the games
titles. 'How much you want for the games,' he turned and grinned over his
shoulder.

'I'll throw them in, they're no good to me without the machine. The PS2 and
everything that goes with it for 50 quid.'

'Sounds very reasonable,' he nodded and looked around. 'You've got a
computer as well.' He looked surprised.

'Yeah,' I was a bit puzzled at his reaction. 'Why not?'

'Aren't they expensive?'

'Well yeah but I earn. Anyway, I got it on HP.'

'Surf the Net?'

'Yeah.' I had an idea. 'Want a quicky?' I stood up and pulled a chair up
alongside the one I had in place already.

'What?' he looked at me and laughed. I wondered if he'd thought. No, no
way........

Grinning happily he perched alongside me as I flashed up Windows and
quickly clicked AOL.

He was amazed at the speed and the ease we went online. 'Jesus, it's so
easy,' he breathed and I felt the closeness and the warmth of his body as
he leant closer until his bare arm pressed against mine.

'You've got messages,' he pointed out.

'Yeah.' I was noncommital, that was a can of worms I didn't want to open up
at the moment. I went to My Favourites and clicked up Bastardgenres. 'This
is a bit gay this one, but the art is terrific.' I held my breath as the
Main Page for P.L. Nunn opened up. I flicked through the non porn stiff
which was mainly boys but featured a few girls as well.

'What's the difference?' He nodded at the screen and leant in closer, I
savoured the feel of his body pressed against mine. He was like a little
puppy I was half expecting him to drape his arm around my shoulder.

'What do you mean?' I knew exactly what he meant.

'Yaoi and Non-Yaoi?'

'Non-Yaoi is what we're looking at and Yaoi is boy on boy.'

'What doing the dirty?' he giggled.

'Well not always but there's quite a bit of bondage and snogging,' I was
trying to sound as if it was the most normal thing in the world to let a
schoolkid watch this sort of thing.

'Let's have a peep then.'

That wasn't quite the reaction I'd expected. I glanced down and I'm sure he
was pointing a little, it was so hard to tell in his God awful baggies. I
tell you, those trousers are a crime against humanity. 'We've got to go in
a bit.'

'Aw, come on,' he wheedled, he playfully pushed me with his warm arm. 'Five
minutes?'

'Five minutes only.' I clicked again and the screen filled with young sharp
featured youths with almond eyes and long hair kissing, groping and one
instance a pair enjoying a blow job.

'Wow,' Philip was shellshocked. I expect for a small town kid and probably
very sheltered boy it was a bit of an eye opener.

'Told you they're a bit strong.'

'Good artist though,' he was trying to sound adult but his heart wasn't in
it, his voice came out as a croak. I risked another glance down, I was
almost certain he had a baby stiffy. Those bloody trousers. Anyway, no
outraged screams, no homophobic ranting, things were looking good. 'Come
on,' he muttered impatiently. 'What's next?'

I clicked on Nunn's latest stuff and this was hot, lots more of the actual
sex act, olive skinned boys really getting it on.

'Fuckin' hell,' he groped at his groin and then probably feeling me looking
at him rested his hands on his knees, I also felt him move away a bit, he'd
obviously realised things were not quite right.

'We'd better go,' I cancelled everything out and exited AOL.

'Aw,' he gave a token moan but slid from the chair and flopped back onto
the sofa. 'Do you go onto many sites like that?'

'Nah, only a couple,' I said carelessly. Well he knew where my interests
lay now, it would be interesting to see how he would react over the next
twenty four hours.

'Would you take twenty five this week and twenty five next,' he asked
completely out of the blue.

'I might,' I looked at him and shut down the computer.

'I think I've got twenty five indoors,' he looked at me earnestly. 'I could
fetch it in tomorrow.'

'How you going to get the stuff home?'

'Well I wouldn't expect the thing until I'd given you the second
instalment,' he said quite indignantly.

'We'll talk about it,' I gave him a grin, at least he wasn't trying to rip
me off. 'Let's go and do some work.'

'OK,' he stood and he looked a little shamefaced and I looked away to spare
his blushes. I could see why he was a little embarassed he was definitely
hard, it wasn't all that visible but there was a clear lump where there
hadn't been one before. He'd found illustrations of naked youth a turn on,
now that was very interesting.

I must admit the afternoon dragged, I kept on getting the temptation to
touch him to make some small advance on what had happened in the house but
I didn't.

Knocking of time came around and after we'd parked up the tractor we hung
about in the yard. He'd got his bike and he was leaning against it fiddling
with a wooden bead necklace he sported, we were both waiting for the
bell. The only thing Brown was nervous of was us going home early, mind you
we could take the piss all day long.

'Why don't you pop around lunchtimes, it'd save you money and having to eat
that foul canteen crap?' I had to say something and this seemed
constructive.

'I dunno,' he grinned a bit weakly, perhaps he was thinking of his stiffy
problem. 'Perhaps if I gave you my dinner money.'

'No,' I laughed. 'I always do something for myself so I may as well do for
you.' I looked at him hoping and wishing. If he agreed it was a major step
forward.

'OK, then,' he grinned a bit more confidently. 'We can watch more
computer.' He talked as if it was a television.

'Fine by me, I've got loads of stuff on there.'

'Bet you have,' he looked at me more or less eye to eye and smirked. Just
then the bell rang and he was on his bike and away. The look back again,
the wave and he was gone.

This time I rushed back home, I had another cunning plan. I was beginning
to feel like I was in a Blackadder movie.

I must have spent most of the evening burning a disc, it was a mixture of
the various boy's sites I was on plus a scattering of P.L. Nunn and Massive
Destruction. A mix of snogging but mostly anal and oral with some rather
nice cum shots. After all he must know I was gay and he obviously had an
interest so why not press on. I also cleared my digital camera, you never
knew your luck.

I went to bed early, well early for me, it was around eleven. I lay in my
double bed inherited from the last tenant and thought of Philip. His boyish
good looks, his little necklace and tiny ear-ring and his stiffy
.... mostly I thought about what he had going inside his trousers that
lunchtime. Was it cut, uncut, little or large. I had to be so cool with
this kid, he was only fifteen after all, sudden death if he got in a panic.

I know kids that age are supposed to be ambidextrous if you like, his
reactions seemed to point in the right direction but he'd been looking at
drawings, virtual cartoons not real boys or youths. I gently moved my
foreskin over my glans, it was slippery and easy, I was ready for a good
wank. I imagined Philip's naked body spread on my bed with his little smile
in place and begging me to take him all the way.

That was a disaster, I couldn't imagine his penis without really seeing the
thing. I fixated on his face, his throat, his lips. I was getting harder
and then it was there. I slowly moved my hand up and down and then a little
faster. The image of Philip became cleared in my mind as my penis got
stiffer and the slippery glans cleared my foreskin.

'Phil .... ' I moaned imagining me sucking his cock, imagining him down on
me with his sweet lips around my meat and then the ultimate, me taking his
boy virginity away in one long and slow session of love. When I came it
spurted up onto my chest, some even splattered on my face. It was a huge
cum, I had thick white streamers of spunk splashes from my belly button to
my upper lip. I ran my tongue over the stuff on my lips and imagined it was
Philip's boyish cream Wonderful.  I was hooked on Philip, I was in love
with a bloody schooly ..... and I was covered in cum. I grabbed my little
towel and wiped off, I finally managed to drift of with images of Philip in
my mind. Sweet dreams.

Third day of Philip. I was in bright and early and so was he. He was
getting house trained, he'd made the tea. I grinned a good morning, this
was one of the better times of day, just before the oldies and groanies
came in. I wandered upto see Brown and see what we were doing.

'Hiya,' I poked my head in his office door.

'Morning,' he smiled and shuffled papers. Mind you he probably had a medal
for shuffling papers, this guy was an expert on doing nothing, he'd brought
it to a fine art. 'How's the boy?'

'Pretty good.' I didn't need to bull Philip up too much or Brown would put
him out working on his own.

'I've got a pretty busy programme for you both,' he looked at me
seriously. 'Are you happy keeping him for the month, work as a pair.'

'Yeah, I don't mind, he seems a pretty decent kid.' That was me, Mr Kewl.

'OK. then,' Brown seemed relieved. I'd just saved him another job, he
didn't have to worry about Philip now.

'Keep trucking those logs in for a couple of days and we'll set a fire up
on Friday.'

'OK,' I gave a nod and a smile and shot back for my tea.

'You're with me for the time being, Phil,' I grabbed my tea and nodded a
thanks.

'Great,' he smiled and then looked a little uncertain. 'Did you mean what
you said about lunch breaks yesterday.'

'Yeah, of course.'

'Mum says I've got to give you some money,' he fished out three pound
coins.

'No,' I grabbed his hand and curled it in over the money. 'You can look
after the Cokes later.'

'Alright.' He laughed as I squeezed his fist and held it just a little too
long. I just wanted to reel him in and kiss his exquisite lips but this
wasn't the time and place. I let him go and flopped into an armchair, he
sat opposite and buried himself in his own mug. We sat in silence until the
grizzlies started to muster and and then we slipped away, Brown had already
given us our brief for the rest of the day.

Away we went, me driving and him crammed into the cab falling on me every
rut in the track and at every jolt, I began to think he was enjoying
himself. He seemed to fall on me more than need be but maybe that was my
imagination. Around half past ten we were entitled to a tea break but we
just sat out in the woods and relaxed. it was very hot and we both had our
tops off, I just sprawled out and admired his lean body, a bit of a tan but
not too much, a bit of a six pack but not to much. All in all he was a
pretty average fifteen year old and I wondered what I was getting so
excited about.

'You're staring,' he looked at me through half closed eyes as he sat there
soaking up the sun.

'Sorry, I was miles away.'

'No matter,' he opened his legs and fumbled at his groin. 'Sweaty,' he
mumbled apologetically. He sure knew how to turn me on. Sweaty fifteen year
old privates, for God's sake. One thing pleased me and that was the baggies
had gone, he was wearing a pair of khaki cargoes which weren't a lot
better, more pockets than trousers but they were tighter around the hips
and the crotch. I'd noticed earlier on that he had a fine bottom something
not so obvious in the baggies.

'I've got chicken salad again or I've got some pasties and ready chips I
can microwave in five minutes flat.'

'Up to you boss,' he grinned.

'We have a short lunch break when it's liked this,' I ran my fingers
through the sweat on my chest.

'Oh,' he sounded disappointed and I knew why.

'But we finish early.'

'That's no good to me,' he said grumpily. 'Mum's at work and my mates on
holiday, I can't go round his.'

'You can waste an hour or so around my place if you like.' This really was
pushing it, the kid barely knew me.

'Can I?' His face lit up. 'I can check out the Playstation again.' What he
really meant was that we could get on the computer again, my boy was hooked
on yaoi.

'Sure. We can have a breeze on the net,' I suggested.

'Yeah, we never did finish off that Jap site,' he didn't look at me and I
saw the slighest of blushes on his face, he was getting addicted.

'We'll give it a twirl later on,' I promised. 'Let's drive up and collect
some cokes and we'll have an early lunch' I explained to him that if we put
in a good day's work Brown wasn't going to hassle us in any way, in fact
he'd keep well clear but we did have to work and put in a good day.

We had the cokes, we had salad again for lunch and although I was tempted
to go on the computer we were out of the house and back into the woods on
time. Under Brown's so called 'hot weather routine' we had a truncated
lunch hour, the trade off was that we finished around three thirty instead
of four thirty, I liked it but the old boys weren't too happy. Mind you
they never liked anything.

Spot on three twenty we drove into the yard and dumped the tractor.

'I gotta wash off,' Philip draped his grubby and sweat stained t-shirt
across his shoulders.

'You can do that around my place,' I hustled him a bit. 'Cop your bike,
we'll walk over.' I wanted to get him into the house before he changed his
mind.

'Orrite,' he quite happily recovered his racer and we took the shortcut
through the woods to my cottage. The masterplan if there was one seemed to
be working out OK. The next hour or so was going to be crucial.

He left his bike in my back garden and we sat in the kitchen savouring the
breeze wafting in the open door, we had a coke apiece and had a general
natter about the estate and what Philip would be doing over the next
month. He seemed quite happy to be teamed up with me, after all I was the
only one he knew in the place.

'I gotta rinse off, I'm grotty,' he declared and stood up as if to use the
kitchen sink like we had yesterday. Time to strike.

'Why don't you have a quickie shower,' I suggested, my heart was in my
mouth.

'You sure that's alright,' he looked doubtful but I could see he was a bit
interested. 'I don't want to be a pain.'

'Depends how big you are.' Now that was the silliest thing and the most
dangerous thing I'd said to him in the three days but it just passed over
his head, perhaps he wasn't as sharp as I thought he was. He just looked
puzzled. 'No matter I've got spare towels,' I told him.

'OK. then,' he looked quite hapy and I took him upto the bathroom and left
him to it. 'I'll flash up the computer.'

'Great,' He gave me a friendly grin and closed the door. I was tempted to
do a backwash offer but thought better of it.

He didn't waste any time, he was in there around ten to fifteen minutes and
I heard him padding down the stairs. Padding? I looked around from the
computer and he came into the room, he was barefooted and was carrying his
trainers and socks, he was also clutching his dirty t-shirt. He stood and
looked at me with his shy smile. He was a fuckin' vision standing there
naked apart from his droopy cargoes and presumably what he had on
underneath. There were beads of water on his smooth chest and his hair was
messed and damp.

''Stick your socks and trainers in the sun, let them air out,' I suggested.

'OK.' he left the room again seemingly unconcerned about being half naked
in the presence of a near stranger. He trusted me and I was going to betray
that trust, I knew before the evening was out I was going to lay hands on
him, what the result would be was anybody's guess. He was so adorable, I
just wanted to smother him in kisses and see him naked under my lips. I was
as hard as a rock, I tried to adjust it as I clicked AOL again. The
prepared disc was sitting by the side of the machine.

He came back into the room and grabbed the seat he had used yesterday, he
virtually snuggled upto me, I could feel his warmth and smell the faint
scent of my shower gel.

'Go on,' he husked. 'Let's see those kids again.'

I clicked on the site again and went straight to the Yaoi section. I knew
him now, I let him handle the keyboard and mouse, in fact, I shuffled
around so that he was in front of the machine and he was operating it. I
glanced at him, his eyes were as wide as saucers and he was nearly
drooling, I put one arm around his still damp shoulders and moved closer.

'Hey,' he faintly protested but his eyes were glued to the screen. He must
have been on that site alone for fifteen minutes, I removed my arm a couple
of times and replaced it, no more protestations. I glanced down, in his
tighter khakis his bulge was more prominent, the kid had a stiffy
alright. 'What's that?' He poked at my RW disc, the planted one. He'd fell
for it.

'Oh, that's private filth, you don't want to see that,' I tried to look
embarassed but he just grinned.

'You should tuck it away then,' he laughed. 'Come on, let's have a look. I
won't tell anyone.'

That's just what I wanted to hear. I acted like I wasn't very happy and
slid the disc into it's holder. I showed him how to come off AOL and we
were back onto the computer plain and simple.

'Double click on the shortcut and a list of goodies'll come up.' I showed
him how guiding his hand around the mouse.

'Young footballers?' He looked a bit disgusted.

'Double click.'

'OK.' He did just that and then gasped as the screen filled with the
picture of two boys who must have been between fourteen and sixteen laying
on their bed both with appreciable hardons. 'Fuckin' hell.' he avidly
studied the picture for a minute or so. 'Jeez.'

'Press the green back arrow and click anything on the list.'

He got the hang of that and he was away. As I've said it was a good mix and
just a bit more than risque, it was red hot homo-porn. I glanced down
again, now I was sure of it, he was as hard as a chocolate frog. It was now
or never. I put my hand on the soft flesh of his upper thigh.

'You're getting turned on,' I whispered and gently squeezed the flesh.

'Yeah,' he croaked.

'Stiff as a poker,' I made the final move and softly let my hand drop onto
his bulge and felt the warmth through the material of his cargoes.

'Don't,' he whimpered but clicked again. This one was a pretty decent one
of two teenagers kissing with their bare bodies sandwiching their
erections. 'Aaaah,' he expelled air and seemed to sag as I gently grasped
and felt the outline of his penis.

'Nice one,' I whispered and slowly moved my hand up and down massaging his
tumescence through his trousers. I kept one hand at work and draped my
other arm around his shoulder drawing him closer. I kissed him lightly on
the cheek, he didn't even flinch, perhaps he was in shock.

'Keep this up and I'll cum,' he gave a low strained laugh but lay back just
a little giving me better access to his hot crotch.

'Great,' I teased his zip down, he made little protesting sounds but made
no move to stop me, a quick fumble and I had his waistband clip undone and
his cargoes parted. The outline of his young teen cock was firm and quite
clearly defined in his briefs. I grasped the hard flesh within the thin
cotton and squeezed and massaged it. There was only the dampish material
between me and my prize. I could swear I could hear his juice bubbling
under, he was one seriously hot kid. 'Move back from the screen a bit, a
couple of feet.'

'Orrite,' he moved back a bit and as soon as he made the space I got onto
my knees between him and the computer table. 'Whatcha doing?' He was
stretching across flicking through the pictures on the RW disc.

'Sssh,' I ran my hands over his smooth stomach and down onto his briefs and
then up again, the second time down I snagged the top elastic of his
underwear and pulled it out and slowly down.

He kept telling me in a whisper not to but made absolutely no effort to
stop me, he actually gently ran his hands through my hair, he must have
know exactly what was coming. As I got his skimpy briefs and his cargoes
clear of his midriff, he actually raised his bum to help and his boy cock
sprang free.

It was uncircumcised but the foreskin was fully retracted, it was shiny
with precum and jutted upwards proudly at around just over five inches I
guess. Not a monster but quite adequate for a boy of his tender years.

'Aaah,' he smiled slowly and looked down at me still gently toying with my
hair. 'I knew you'd try something.'

'So why did you come over?' I blew gently on his erection and ran my lips
from top to bottom barely touching the twitching flesh.

'You're a nice guy, I like you.' That was it plain and simple.

'Well let's see if I can send you home a happy boy,' I grasped his penis by
the root and held it upright. With him watching closely I swiped my wet
tongue over his oozing slit and as he groaned even more sank my moistly hot
mouth over his succulent lump of boy cock. God, it was nice, he made little
thrusts into my mouth until the thing was sliding into the back of my
throat and all I could feel was slippery hardness and sweet precum. His
ballsac was hairless, he just had a healthy growth of pubics on his lower
belly and that was it. His scrotum was also tight, he wasn't too far off
cuming. As he lifted to pump I grasped his deliciously tight buns as he
flexed. They were beautiful and they were a target but not for today. Today
I wanted his hot spunk, I wanted to drain him dry and I wanted him happy
enough to come back for more.

'I'm gonna cum,' he writhed in my hands and his hips started to jerk and
then he came. Burst after burst of thick juicy boy cum blasted down my
throat, filled my mouth and as I gagged and furiously swallowed his shining
penis slipped free of my mouth and jetted two long splashes across my
cheeks and nose. He fell back into the chair with a satisfied sigh with his
eyes closed. Poor child, he was all tuckered out. God knows when the last
time was that he had a wank but he came like a donkey, it seemed to go on
for ever. I wiped his cum from my face and smeared it on his lower belly
and up the centre of his chest.

'You dirty sod,' he giggled and lazily tried to fend me off. 'Stand up,' he
whispered and looked at me through slitted eyes.

'What for.' I was comfortable just washing off his limpening cock and his
pubes with my tongue, it was quite relaxing really, I was rather hoping he
was going to get hard again. I know the recovery time for fifteen year olds
is pretty remarkable.

'Stand up, please,' he smiled down at me.

I clambered to my feet blocking the computer and with my crotch level with
his face. I was hoping ..... well, I was hoping!

He suddenly came to life. He sat up in his chair and grabbed the tab of my
zip and pulled it down.

'You don't have to do this.'

'I always pay my debts,' he muttered. That left me on the spot. Was he
going to do whatever he had in mind because he wanted to or because he felt
some sort of compulsion. To be quite honest, I couldn't care less by
now. He'd unclipped the top of my jeans and was busy delving into my jeans
and then my boxers, he gently extracted my super stiff penis and gazed at
it as it twitched in his hand. 'That's so big,' he muttered and moved the
loose skin to and fro,

It wasn't big, it was just over six inches but it must have seemed like a
monster to him, especially being at his eye level.

I shuddered as I felt the first tentative brush of his tongue across my
sensitive glans. A brief pause and then he did it again wanking gently all
the time. The great moment, I felt his moist lips engulf my swollen glans
and his tongue bathing my hot flesh, he then started to move his head up
and down on my shaft his lips getting moister and his suction
increasing. He was inexperienced, it may even have been his first time but
he was going for it. He shucked my jeans and boxers down and grabbed at my
flanks pulling me in closer. I slowly fucked his face trying not to gag him
or even go into deep. He was willing and I didn't want to spoil that mood
by being too hungry.

I lightly rested my hands on the side of his face and stroked his smooth
cheeks, I could hear him slurping and sucking and I could also feel my
scrotum tighten up and the first feelings of that especial heat in my
nuts. I wasn't to far off cumming.

'I'm gonna cum in a bit, Phil.'

'Favour for favour,' he'd let go of my slippery meat for a moment. He gave
me a grin and then dived back onto it, I saw in that brief moment that his
own boy cock was straining upwards again, he was turning out to be a randy
little sod and I idly wondered what, if, any experience he'd had. For the
moment I was happy to let him service me and to gently move in and out of
his hot little mouth.

'Aaah, Jeez,' I whined. I felt the rush of hot juice shoot up my prick and
jet into the back of his mouth. He spluttered and swallowed but had to give
up, I came too much. He giggled uncontrolably as my man sized cock sprayed
his face with my creamy love juice and finally slowed to the final trickle.

'You dirty bastard,' he dropped his head. I dropped onto my knees, and
faced him. Grabbing his head I forced my lips onto his lips and smeared a
coating of my cum between us. He spluttered and struggled a little but
kissed me gently at first but then hard and long. He was surprisingly
strong and maybe this was some sort of reaction but I probed at his lips
with my tongue and a second later our tongues were sharing a spunky
contact. I could feel the slipperyness and taste the cum from his cheeks
and on his lips.

A brief tussle and we were on the carpet still kissing and hands explored
each other's bodies. We writhed about both with our trousers around our
ankles and naked for the rest of it.

'Thank you,' I broke free and gazed at him, he looked back red faced with
the shine of cum on his face.

'I'm so ashamed,' he dropped his eyes. 'Acting like an animal.'

'We are animals,' I smiled trying to make him feel a bit easier although
I'd just cum up with another way. I dropped my head to his groin and
engulfed his reawakened penis.

'Oooh,' he squealed and instead of pulling away began to thrust deep and
hard into my mouth. I had to hold his hips in case he choked me. He was
slippery and sweaty and his buns were a delight to grab and fondle. On one
of his really hard thrusts I rewarded him I rammed my finger deep into his
arse through his sweaty sphincter. He climaxed on the spot. As my finger
moved deep in him massaging his prostate and easing his muscle he jetted
another three of four blasts of his boy juice, it was thinner but still an
impressive cumming. He finally fell back onto the carpet with my finger
lodged deep in his bottom and my mouth lapping and licking at his spunk
stained groin yet again.

This time he looked down at me and grinned. 'Your finger's up me bum,' he
squeezed his cheeks but made no serious effort to expel it. 'Feels funny,'
he giggled as I slowly moved my finger in and out of his moist heat, his
incredibly tight little fanny.

'I gotta go soon,' he said sadly.

'Never mind, you've got a month here.'

'We gonna do this again?'

'I hope so,' I grinned at him. 'In a nice big bed next time.'

'Yeah,' he beamed at me and slid off my finger. He tottered to his feet and
I followed him.

I grabbed him and we shared out first proper kiss, my hands on his soft
buns and his on mine.  Christ, I was falling in love with this young
boy. One intense session and I was in love ..... what a tart.

'I wondered....'

'Yeah, go on.' I smiled at him wondering what he wondered.

'I wondered if I came up on Saturday I could have a go at the
Playstation. I could bring the first twenty five pounds ... that's if
you're free of course.' He looked at me like like a little puppy dog. I
knew the Playstation was a load of crap, I knew what he really wanted, he
wanted some more of the same.

'I help out over the Club but I'll be free after six. If you want to bus
over I can drive you back home,' I looked at him and smiled. 'Unless you
can get a night out and you can stop over.'

'I dunno about stopping over but I can try,' he looked a little
uncertain. 'If I stopped over where would I sleep. Mum's sure to ask.'

'I've got a spare room,' I gave him another peck on the nose. 'You don't
have to use it though,' I copped a final feel of his flaccid boy meat
before he tugged his trousers up.

'I know what you're after,' he looked at me with a slight smile. 'You're
after my bum.'

'There you go, I knew you weren't just a pretty face,' I mocked him a
little but suddenly went serious and it was a serious subject. 'Yeah,
Philip. I want you, mutually you understand. I just don't want a fuck.'

'Both ways?' He looked at me surprised.

'Yeah.'

'Right on,' he laughed and hugged me.

I pulled my jeans up, I was getting hard again and he needed to be on his
way home. 'Did you enjoy yourself?'

'Yeah.'

'No regrets?'

'No,' he laughed. 'I knew you were going to do something, it just came as a
bit of a surprise, that's all.' He made the move this time he moved in for
the final clinch, the final kiss and then went out to collect his trainers
and socks. I wanted more, I'd have liked to go all the way there and then
but I was on a promise and for this kid I could certainly wait until
Saturday. In fact, the thought of Saturday would keep me going for the next
fourty eight hours.

I stopped him as he was about to cycle away. 'I mean it about Saturday
night, I usually finish around six.'

'I'll ask mum.'

'The Playstation's gone down to thirty quid.'

'You're trying to bribe me,' he laughed.

'I'm doing a new friend a favour, it's difficult charging lovers.'

'We gonna be lovers then?' He sat on his bike and looked at me with a
slight smile on his face.

'Upto you Phil. See you tomorrow.'

'Yeah OK, see ya.' A brief wave and he was on his way. I was delighted the
way things had gone. Not too much for the first session but far more than
I'd anticipated. Saturday was really down to him, he'd go for it or he
wouldn't, it was out of my hands.

Thursday was disaster day. Disaster day, panic day, you name it. Philip
didn't show up for work. I was out on my own again and worried sick. Had he
told his mum and dad? Had he finished up with an attack of remorse. He had
my phone number but I didn't have his. I was half expecting the police to
be waiting in the yard when I went in for the midmorning break but
thankfully the place was as normal, no flashing blue lights.

'Can I have a word with you, Mick?' It was Brown my manager. My heart leapt
up to my throat, I was on the verge of panic. I was pretty certain that
bedding a sixteen year old boy was pretty legal now but there were so many
ins and out to the legislation it was a minefield but one thing was for
sure a fifteen year old was another matter entirely.

I got down from the tractor and followed him into his little office.

'Your pay slip,' he handed me an envelope. I sighed with relief. 'Philip's
mother phoned up.'

'Yeah?' I croaked.

'Yeah, she said he'd got a bug and he'd be in tomorrow.'

'Right.' Another sigh of relief.

'She said he'd give you a bell tonight, something to do with Saturday.'

'Oh, right,' I stood there grinning like an idiot.

'That's all,' he looked at me like I was an bit of furniture. I made a
hurried exit.

Thank Christ for that, panic over. I got through the rest of the day and
decided on a quiet night, sometimes I ventured up the Club on a Thursday
for a drink and a chat but I was expecting a phone call. The phone call
happened quite early and it was Philip, sounding bouncy and cheerful.

'Is half five too early?' That was a good way to start a conversation, here
I was really worried about him being ill and he was asking nonsense
questions.

'Half five for what?'

'For me coming over, man. It's the last bus on a Saturday and it'll save me
cycling.'

'Yeah, come over when you like,' I smiled, I had wondered what the hell he
was talking about. 'Anytime before six, I'll be in the Football Club next
door helping out behind the bar but I'll finish at six.'

'Do you have to go in Sunday morning?'

'Not this Sunday, I'm staying in bed ..... aren't I?'

'Yeah, we are,' he sniggered. 'See you tomorrow, lover.' The last word came
across as a whisper. I heard the phone go down. God, I was so hard I had to
gallop upstairs and have a wank.

It was a long night, I played about with the computer and I had a go at the
Playstation. I didn't really think of it as a bribe but just to hedge my
bets I'd better make sure it was working.The thought occured to me that I
still didn't know exactly how old he was, was he just fifteen, was he
fifteen coming on sixteen. Sod it, why spilt hairs, he was illegal, no two
ways about it. I was having him and he was having me, end of story.

I went into work on Friday and my Phil was sitting with tea already made,
note he's been promoted to 'my Phil' now.

'Hi, Phil. You feling better now?'

'Yeah,' he looked uncomfortable.

'Whassup kid?'

'I overslept,' he admitted and mum phoned up and said that I'd got a bug
just in case Mr Brown got the hump. She doesn't want me to lose the job.'

'You say nothing and I'll do the same, he doesn't care anyway,' I picked up
my mug and stood behind his chair. 'I thought you might have got cold feet
sorta thing about Wednesday.'

'Nah.' Short and sweet my Phil .... that's in stature as well as speech.

'Wanna lift and shift, when you've had your tea. We have a bonfire to
organise.'

'Great,' he grinned up at me. 'I love bonfires.'

'Yeah, they're great with the old sun thrashing down,' I tried not to sound
too sarcastic. Every kid I've worked with seems to love a bloody good
bonfire, he hotter the better. The consolation was that we had our fires so
far away from any foot traffic or dogwalkers we may as well be on the moon.

Usual routine, the old guys came in and we went out. We collected some
paper and a load of boxes from the skip and we were off. Brown told us to
take a normal lunch break as he didn't want us disappearing too early on
the Friday. Bloody typical, the muppet was scared of his own shadow.

We got the fire going and really sweated and suffered for a couple of
hours, for those of you who don't know, silver birch burns well, too bloody
well in fact and the heat from the bigger stuff, the oak and chestnut made
tending the fire almost impossible once it got going. I decided to take the
tractor back and pick up the digger and water bowser as we had to damp down
anyway at the end of the day.

Philip was over the moon. Like any kid he found the tractor OK but the
digger with the front shovel fitted was a cream dream come true.

'I'll give you a little go on it, it's easy,' I grinned. 'Cost you though.'

'How much?' he laughed as he got out of the cab and walked over to the
digger which was parked up with the water bowser hitched on.

'About five inches I reckon.'

'It's fourteen centimetres,' he laughed. 'I measured it the other night.'

'Is that good or bad?'

'Better than five inches.'

'Liar,' I got onto the digger and told him to find somewhere safe to hang
onto, all very non Health and Safety. Then again thinking about making love
to a fifteen year old wasn't all that safe.

Anyway we got back onto the site with Philip's naked belly seemingly
rubbing into my face most of the way. I parked up and we wandered into the
shade with a couple of Cokes that we'd collected, in fact with all the
mucking around it was nearly lunchtime.

'Nice here,' Philip sat on the grass under the heavy Spring foliage, we'd
had enough rain for the early season trees to leaf up well, the ground was
moss covered as well. It was a nice spot.

'It's nice and dry,' Philip patted the moss invitingly. I was perched on a
stump admiring his shirtless body. 'Nobody seems to come up here.' Here was
just about the furthest point of the estate from the buildings and small
office complex.

'They don't, not in this heat anyway,' I slumped alongside him and went for
it, he was horny and so was I, no doubt about it. I leant over and nuzzled
the groin of his cargoes, I could feel Philip Junior thick and semi
erect. 'That's not five inches plus.'

'Suck it and see,' he croaked.

Fair enough. I unzipped him and tugged his briefs and trousers down to just
above his knees exposing the pale beauty of his mid section, his penis
jutted up on his belly. I took a tentative lick of the pale shaft and
licked his glans as he stiffened further and his neat little foreskin
retreated.

'Mickeee,' he moaned and jerked up trying to grab my head.

'Take your time, lover.' I held his cock upright and sank my mouth over the
warm flesh as far as I could.

'I like it when you call me lover,' he giggled and played with my
ear. Don't ask why, perhaps he had a thing about ears.

I moved up an down faster, his scrotum was tight and I wouldn't have
thought he would hold out for too long. I wasn't too concerned at anyone
passing by although we were well hidden, the thing that concerned me was
that the digger and bowser were in the open which were a dead
giveaway. Drinking a Coke is acceptable, blowing a fifteen year old's dicky
isn't.

''Mickeeeee,' he wailed again an shoved upwards, his hardness slipped right
into the back of my throat and he erupted. The same as Wednesday, blast
after blast of sweet boy juice, thick creamy white spunk. I gobbled and
swallowed until he flopped I then licked his limpening tool clean. I kissed
him on his sweet lips and he must have tasted the flavour of his own cum.

'Shall I do you?' He muttered red faced between kisses.

I'd have loved it but common sense prevailed. I shook my head and explained
that him blowing me would be as good as winning the lottery but we had to
work, we had to show a result and, at the end of the day we had Saturday.

The rest of the day was work and anticlimax. At some stage in the afternoon
I was going to do him again, I knew he was up for it but the day was
running out and we had things to do. By the time we'd finished we were
running late and as soon as we got back to the yard Philip was off and
running. He gave me his usual cheery wave and away he went, I didn't bother
too much he'd confirmed Saturday, all I had to do was keep a lid on my
raging hormones for the rest of the night.

The next day was drizzling would you believe, the football season was
coming to an end but March is a funny month, I just hoped it wasn't going
to be a wet summer, I'd got my little garden organised with shrubbery so
that I could do a bit of nude sunbathing which I was quite fond of. I'd
always thought how nice it would be to lay there with a boy but it'd never
happened, perhaps Philip would be the one, sounds like the title of a
film. Will Philip be the One to Bear me Children. Yeah, dream on.

I was scheduled to help out in the Club Bar from around one in the
afternoon until six, I was just keeping my fingers crossed that my little
mate was going to turn up, it would be a pretty dreary day otherwise.
Boring pratts, sportsmen. All they talk about is their chosen sport,
boring, boring, boring. the only interesting ones were the younger ones and
my interest in them certainly wasn't footbally. I'd even live with hairy
legs not that I liked hairy people, I liked smoothies like young Philip.

Half past five came and went, so much for the last bus. Six o'clock came
and went ..... no Philip. I walked back to my house under a cloud. I felt
like the kid in Peanuts with a cartoon cloud over his head raining on him
only, the rest of the world is in beautiful sunshine.

Philip was sitting on my doorstep, nothing like a bit of advertising. He
gave me a cheesy grin as I walked up, I nearly tore his head off, the
little prick.

'I didn't come in the Club case anybody saw me,' he grinned.

'Well they won't see you sitting on the doorstep, will they,' I was annoyed
but Philip wasn't the sort of kid you could stay annoyed with.

'Sorry.' The same grin, totally unapologetic. He was as dim as a 25 watt
bulb, Mr Dim but Tasty.

'Come on Brain Dead let's have a Coke or something.

'Righton, man.' Did I tell you I hate kids who try to speak Anglish. He'd
be calling me Daddy-O next.

'Get in you cretin,' I pushed him inside the cottage and before he had a
chance to say anything else I grabbed him around the waist and planted a
big wet kiss on his lips. He struggled for a moment halfheartedly and then
forcefully returned the kiss, his tongue worming his way into my mouth. We
played slippery swordsmen until we both had to come up for air.

'Still love me?' he stood with his head on my shoulder.

'For ever I whispered and fondled his tight little bubble butt.

'Liar,' he smiled and kissed me on the chin. 'We going to bed?'

'Now?' I was a bit shocked. I'd heard of randy but this was fuckin'
ridiculous.

'Well, I've got be home before nine,' he looked at me sadly.

'Oh, Phil!' My heart dropped into my boots, I was devastated.

'See the look on your face,' he collapsed laughing his head off.

The little shit, I could have smacked him in the mouth. 'You little
cunt.....'

'Sorry, sorry.' he babbled. He held his hands up as if I was going to hit
him.

'Philip, you horrible little sod, come here,' I grabbed him again and we
kissed again. 'Don't do things like that to me, kid.'

'I said sorry,' he whispered through the kiss. 'I don't want to upset you,
Micky.'

'Good,' I stood back and looked at him. 'We'll take a couple of Cokes into
the lounge.'

We collected a couple of cans from the fridge and flopped out on the small
sofa in my living room which I'd upgraded to lounge for visiting statesmen
and senior government officials who popped by from time to time.

'Can I flash up the thingy,' Philip nodded at the computer. 'Got any more
discs.' All this came out in one breath.

'Yeah, I've got one of film clips you might like.'

'Are they boys,' he chortled.

'Perv,' I got him seated and turned on. I had a RW done up which was more
of less full of live action and I'd found a properly youthful site, not one
of twinks with beer guts and hairy chests but proper twinks or what I
considered twinks.

'Klarks Area?' He read the label.

'Russians I think. You'll like it.'

He only had one question about five minutes later, or rather one question
and one demand.

'Why do they come outside instead of inside their partners?' That was the
question.

'Well the viewers wouldn't have anything to see else, would they.

He nodded. 'I wanna go to bed.' That was the demand, it wasn't really a
request but Jeez it was't even seven o'clcock yet.

I was ready and he was a very obvious Mr Pointy Pants. I was as bad, I
could feel my penis painfully hard inside by jeans. He laughed and ran up
the stairs. 'Where is it?' He called out.

'First on the right,' I shouted out as I shot into the bathroom to collect
a tube of KY, mind you this was only if we got carried away. I wanted to
try something first before we had full scale sex, we had all night after
all.

I went into the bedroom and my soon to be boyfriend had spread himself out
on the bed, all he'd done was to kick off his trainers. I toed and heeled
my Caterpillar shoes off and crawled up with him, thanking the Lord for
inheriting a big bed.

'We doing the biz?' He was slightly flushed and seemed to have a bit of a
tremble.

'Starter Course comes first. I wanna see you naked,' Philip.' I started to
undress him and he started to remove my clothes. It was fun, lots of
kissing smooth skin, lots of nibbling sticky out bits, nips noses, ears,
that sort of thing.

'God, I'm so hard,' he whined. he sure was, his boycock stuck straight up
his flat belly and jerked every now and then, he already had a smear of
precum adorning his slit. This kid was so fuckin' hot I could eat him and I
was going to do exactly that. I spread him out on the bed and reversed my
self into a sixty nine, he didn't need much instruction as soon as I
grasped his penis he caught hold of mine and we were off.

I didn't think either of us was going to last too long, he was precuming, I
could taste it's sweet flavour in my mouth. I wasn't dribbling but I was as
hard as a rock as his hot mouth engulfed as much of my meat as he could, I
grasped and kneaded his soft buns and rather surprisingly he did the same
for me. We were sucking away like a pair of demented leeches.

He had a lovely cock, I'm not really an expert on juvenile penis but his
was slender without being skinny and his leaking juice was so sweet, I
played with his almost hairless scrotum and went for the KY. I had the jump
on him, I'd uncapped the blue tube and just placed it on the end of the
bed, whilst I was slurping and sucking I managed to get a drop on my
forefinger. I moved my sucking onto his scrotum and he automatically lifted
his knees laying his feet flat on the mattress. Just what I wanted, I
smeared his smooth ring with one swift swipe and slid my finger in halfway
and as he groaned pushed in the full way. I went back to his stiff meat, I
was sucking and finger fucking him at the same time.

I slowly moved my finger in his hot flesh touching his prostate.

'Aaah,' he groaned and his back arched off the bed as he rammed deep into
my throat. He was laying flat, he couldn't escape my tumescence slipping
right into the back of his throat time and time again.

Without any warning he started to blast, it must have been three or four
decent jets with many little splashes, as before he cum like a
horse. Amazing what came out of such a small ballbag, I was spluttering and
choking and his thick creamy semen spilt from my mouth and ran down his
slippery shaft. I got my revenge, I managed to mutter a warning and I was
cuming. I let him have some but pulled out of mouth spraying over his face
but he grabbed it again and began to suck what was left from my wilting
shaft. He was like a kid with a lolly.

I continued to slowly move my finger in and out easing and lubricating. I
didn't think I'd have any trouble with his slender shaft but he needed
preparing a little for my thicker edition.

'Cor, that was a good cum,' he gasped as I withdrew my finger and slipped
up alongside. We shared a spunky kiss each tasting our own special vintage
mixed cum, the boquet of '03. Very tasty, a fine flavour, I recommend it to
cum addicts. 'My bum's all slippery,' he giggled

'Right,' I propped myself onto my elbow. 'I suppose I'd better feed you.'

'I thought you just had,' he gave a little giggle.

'Pizza, you muppet,' I stretched his arms above his head and held them to
the bed. 'Pizza, a couple of cans and a nice early night.'

'A night of sex,' he breathed heavily as my lips found his again.

'Sounds good,' I murmured back and moved on top of him with our bellies
sandwiching our limpos which were just starting to come back to life.

'I like this,' he moved under me and I could feel my penis getting
harder. If I didn't get off him and get some food organised we were going
to be there for the rest of the night.

'Come on, slut. Put some trousers on and I'll phone up for some food. What
sort of pizza do you like?'

'Anything,' he slipped from the bed and tugged his trousers on without
bothering with his pants. Suited me, made him easier to unwrap.

'Best you put a jumper on just in case I have a visitor.'

'You expecting anyone,' he looked disappointed.

'Only the pizza boy in twenty minutes, then it's you and me.'

'Excellent,' he grinned, his good humour restored.

We had our delivery and I fed him a couple of cans of Fosters, I don't
think he was into drinking because he left half of the second can but I
suspected just a smidgeon of alcohol chilled him out a bit. We watched a
bit of TV which was the usual Saturday evening crap apart from Pop Idol,
after that Philip was back to the discs getting really into the film
snippets.

It was probably around nine o'clock when he leant against me and
grinned. 'Won't have any visitors now will you?'

'Wouldn't have thought so,' I slid my arm around his slender waist and my
hand wandered under his sweat shirt caressing his flawless skin.

'We ready for bed,' he turned and nuzzled at my neck. 'This is a big night
for me, goodbye virginity sorta thing ..... my first fuck.'

'First lovemaking sounds better, gorgeous.'

'Am I?' he made with his little boy giggle.

'I think so, I thought so by Tuesday.' I stood and made a couple of mouse
movements. He just sat there and grinned as Windows shut down and the
screen went black. 'Ready,' I gently tugged him to his feet. 'Go to bed,
I'll turn everything off and make sure we're all locked up.'

'Orrite,' he laughed and went up the stairs like a rocket, God that kid was
so keen. I eventually I got to the bedroom to find him tucked in, he had
the duvet down around his waist showing his slender sallow torso off, he
looked fucking angelic I could have creamed on the spot but business first.

'You've seen the films so you know how to do it,' I looked at him and gave
him a little smile. He was probaby laying there thinking that as the older
of we two I was going to take the lead. Mistake. If he wanted to be Mr
Active for a while than he had to do the biz, my turn to play the bottom.

'I thought you were joking when you said I was to go first,' he gulped
nervously.

'Come on, you're ready for it,' I reached out to the centre of the bed and
groped. Sure enough I could feel his erection through the bedding, if I
knew him he was probably dribbling as well. I turned the lights off just
leaving the bedside light to give some rather inadequate illumination, not
good enought to read by but certainly good enough for what we had in
mind. Standing naked with my pride and joy at full stretch I bent over and
slowly pulled the duvet down leaving him totally exposed with his youthful
penis as hard as a pike stretching up his flat belly. 'Do it, Philip.' I
flopped onto the bed on my back alongside his warm body.

I can say this for him, he didn't mess around. He was up in a flash and
forcing his knees between my legs, I raised my calves to his shoulders and
held his waist. 'Put some glop on it and take it easy.' I folded my knees
back to my chest, I was ready for him and I wanted him like right now.

He leant over me in the dim light and I felt rather than saw him go for the
KY. I felt his cold finger probe at my pucker and then gently slip
inside. He must have being paying attention in class, he was slow and he
took his time. By the way, why is KY always so bloody cold?

'I'm nearly cuming,' he chuckled softly and I felt his glans swipe across
my slippery ring, I was thinking of revising that five inch estimate, it
seemed to grow by the day. I felt an increased pressure and then the jolt
as he pushed just a little too hard and his swollen knob slipped inside my
ring.

'Aaah.' It was the shock more than the hurt, I hadn't realised his boy cock
was so thick, I actually felt my muscle stretch to accomodate his hot meat.

'You alright,' he muttered.

'I'll live,' I let my legs slip down his back drawing his body even tighter
into myself. He was gently moving now, just a little bit at a time but
sinking deeper and deeper. I could feel his mass begin to fill me, his hot
cock sliding further and further into my yielding flesh. As I've said, he'd
learnt from the films, he was good. I let go a little sigh of relief, thank
God he wasn't a wham bam, thank you man, sorta kid.

'How old are you.' A question I should have asked day's ago.

'Sixteen in two weeks. Why?'

'No matter.' God, I was technically a paedophile for a couple of
weeks. Great, I'd better enjoy it before they locked me up.

'Philip?'

'Yeah?'

'Fuck me.'

'Yeah,' he sighed fanning my face with his hot pizza laden breath and slid
hard and deep into my arse. He'd bottomed out and I could feel his small
pubic bush underneath my balls. 'This is incredible,' he groaned and slowly
moved to and fro seeming to savour every moment, his penis was as hard as a
rock and I could feel his tight balls just by reaching down. He'd bent me
almost double and was giving it to me deep and hard. I thought his glans
was going to pop out of my chest like the thing in Alien. Funny what you
think about when you're having sex. 'You alright with this?' He had started
pumping hard and strong, playtime was over.

'Don't stop.' I tried to clamp my bum with his thrusts and relax as he
slipped out again. I could sense that he was going to cum very soon, he was
sweating just a little and his teeth gleamed as his lips parted in a savage
grin.

'I'm gonna .......'

That was it, I felt his body jerk and drive in like a piledriver. His hot
slippery splatterings and splashes seemed to go on for ever. God know's
where this kid got all his semen from, yet again he came like a young
horse, his boyish erection slid in and out of my battered arse like a well
oiled piston. Squishy wasn't in it. I dropped my legs and he gently
subsided onto me, as he did so his deflating prick slid free with a plop.

'Oooh,' he shuddered and giggled. Laying atop my own steel hard penis he
mouthed and kissed at my eyes, nose, and lips like a over friendly puppy
dog. 'That was such a blast,' he slid off me leaving a trail of spunk and
sweat on my belly.  'Was it alright,' he watched me intently.

'Brilliant, lover.'

His eyes closed as I turned and holding him tightly slipped my tongue into
his mouth exploring his gums and pearly teeth. 'Good.' I grinned at the
expression of smug satisfaction on his face. But it was no lie, give the
boy his due, he was good and although I'm not naturally, or even
unnaturally, a bottom I didn't mind in the slightest with him. He was good
boy sex, he'd enjoyed himself and so had I.

'Lay on your belly,' I whispered. 'Second round.'

'Doncha want to do it from the front?' he grinned in the gloom still as
eager as he'd been at six thirty.

'I wanna rim you.'

'Doesn't sound good,' he rolled over and looked at me over his smooth
shoulder. 'What is it?'

'I want to rim you, plate you, eat your bum.'

'What?' he shrieked. Christ, he'd probably woken up the whole road.

'Shurrup,' I laughed and climbed onto his back kissing him between his
shoulderblades. He wriggled but not too violently as I worked my way down
his beautiful back kissing each knob of his spine until I reached his
little tail. I licked at the beginning of his cleft and gently kissed his
absolutely smooth little boy buns.

'Aaah,' he sighed with satisfaction as I started to give him sloppy
cowlicks up and down his smooth crack. I flathanded his buns and slipped my
tongue deeper searching for my sweaty little prize. 'You dirty sod,' he
giggled and wriggled his little fanny. 'Eeeek!' I'd found his tiny
pucker. I attacked it with my hot tongue prodding and probing at the tangy
opening savouring the salt of his sweat and the heat of his body. 'Oooh,'
he wriggled even more thrusting his entrance upto my face.

I slid one KY covered finger slowly inside searching for his soft
prostate. When I found it and began to massage he writhed and moaned. I
slid my finger in and out in a circular motion easing and relaxing that
muscle, the sphincter, the doorway of his body ...... and it was mine.

'Go on, Micky. Do it.'

'No rush.'

'Go on, do it,' he demanded and shoved his bum up onto my finger. 'Do me
now.'

I couldn't refuse, I couldn't hold back any longer anyway. If I delayed any
longer I was gonna cum all over the bed not in his sweaty loving body.

I got my knees between his legs and slowly lowered myself my erection
gliding between his cheeks into his most private of places. My swollen
glans nudged at his virgin sphincter and pushed against his oiled, sweaty
and relaxed ring. This was it.

'Aaaah,' he groaned and tried to wriggle free but he was pinned. My glans
has slipped inside and now my shaft was slowly filling his tight little
butt.  'Aaah, Gawd.'

'You alright,' I muttered. I couldn't have stopped if I'd have wanted to.

'Hurt a bit but it's OK now,' he craned his head around. 'Feels really
weird. Wicked.' He gave a little push up, I took this as an indication to
get on with it.

I started to gently fuck my way in deeper. God, he was so tight it was
incredible and now he was making tentative pushes up onto my advances.

'That's better,' he sighed as my lower belly began to press onto his soft
fleshy globes. I was almost completely buried in his sweet boy flesh.

I put my forearms either side of his slender torso and keeping my full
weight off him started to slide into the hilt and then withdraw my full
length just leaving my glans inside his entrance. It was slow and
tantalising but he must have felt every millimetre and I started to speed
up as well. By the time I'd done with him he was a gibbering wreck begging
me to finish him off. By the time I felt the familiar heat and the 'little
death' arriving I was sweatily smacking against him and ramming my super
hard pole in as deep as I could.

'I'm cuming,' I groaned as I felt it start. What a climax, it must have
been his tight little boy arse, his sweet little body or a combination but
I blasted out such jets of thick creamy spunk I thought I was going to have
a heart attack. It was without any shadow of a doubt my best ever.

I flopped on him exhausted stirring my limpening organ in his spunk
drenched shute.

'Wonderful,' I sighed and snogged the back of his sweat soaked slender
neck, I gave a couple of extra deep digs and slowly and carefully slipped
my gleaming flesh from within his cute little bubble buns. Philip was no
longer a virgin but was he gonna be one of these pricks who gets all
remorseful and disgusted with themselves. Time would tell.

'You're heavy,' he groaned.

'Sorry,' I slid down his side and cuddled his wiry frame. I was sated, I
was drained .... Jeez, I was in fuckin' love. 'How do you feel?'

'Shagged,' he giggled and kissed my sweaty cheek.

'Yeah, I know that,' I grinned in the dark. 'How's your bum?' I was a bit
worried, after all I'd not long been aware that he was under the sixteen
mark.

'Bit sore,' he snuggled up tight and we lay in a state of damp bliss. 'It
was worth it though. I wanna do it again with you Micky, from the front
next time.'

'Good boy,' I closed my eyes and let my breath go.

'Do you want to do it again?' I felt hard flesh nudge against my thigh. God
he was a randy sod.

'Sleep baby, we'll see what we can come up with in the morning.'

'I love Sundays,' he clutched me fiercely. 'Thank you for everything,
Micky.' A gentle kiss and I felt his youthful vitality ebb, my teeny lover
was away to his own little Land of Nod.


					THE END

Life with Philip continues in Chapter 2


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