Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 18:08:35 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: LOVE OR NEED - 2

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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LOVE OR NEED



Part 2



by



G. Gutter




Well, the Friday night with Paul who became Pauley as the night progressed
was hectic and a bit wild. We did the dirty deed again around three in the
morning and then with the dawn chorus at six. I think like any schoolboy on
holiday he would have been happy to stay in bed in his funk and stink and
probably start all over again in the afternoon but I was made of sterner
stuff. I made us a batchelor's breakfast which was toast and tea and slung
him out. OK, OK, that sounds cruel... but I still fucked him off out of it
whilst I did my Saturdfay routine which was to top up my old washing
machine with my week's wash and run the hoover around the place. I'm not an
old granny but I do like the place reasonably tidy, in my experience,
teenies are the complete reverse. They're quite happy to stroll around
falling over dropped lager cans and their discarded clothing. That's not
for me and it just doesn't work in a bedsitter even a large one.

My little pumpkin had decided to honour me with a visit after lunch to
watch the Saturday afternoon football, this news was accompanied with a lot
of nudge, nudge, wink, wink... Dunno why he didn't tell the whole bloody
shop (who were listening) that we were going to watch the box and shag. I
dropped him off at his mother's who had a small 'studio flat' like mine the
other end of the estate and he promised to see me later. One thought
crossed my mind as I drove back to my place. If his mother lived on the
estate in a small gaff, too small to accomodate him that is, where the hell
did he live in school term. I'd have to ask.

I did my tidy and had a nice relaxing bath and then thought things over. It
had been a bit of an evening or night, first of all the drama of the chef
and the fable about his twenty quid, then the sex and subsequent night of
repeats. All in all pretty good but one thing was for sure; Paul had a lot
of bottle for a kid and he was no novice as I've said. A true boy of
mystery and a lot of questions I still needed answers to. One thing was for
certain, little David would fall into Paul's grubby little paws like a ripe
fruit assuming he was that way inclined and that was good news for me. I
didn't mind going seconds especially with a sixteen year old who looked and
acted like a boy much younger.

I knew Paul ate at the staff canteen where his mother worked but as he was
around her place I guessed he'd eat with her so I beetled down early and
fed myself. I didn't cook a lot and normally only ate one main meal a day
but Saturday I went across and paid the set price of £3.50 which was pretty
reasonable, it also gave me the chance to fraternise with some of the
nurses and carers but I never hung around, fraternising is not quite the
same as getting too close and I liked to keep my distance. Anyway, I didn't
want to miss my Pauley.

He rolled up just before three which was the standard kick off time for
most of the Saturday big league matches. I wasn't a great football
enthusiast and neither it seemed was he, just as well I had my own little
game in mind.

'Ooooh... I'm shagged out,' he stretched out his arms and
yawned. 'Knackered.'

'How's about a game?' I asked tentatively.

'What sort of game?' he asked suspiciously.

'I tie you to the bed and then see how long before you cum.'

'That doesn't sound like much of a game,' he grinned. 'How do I know you
haven't got whips and dildos all over the place?'

'Trust me,' I grinned. 'I could work you so well that you'd have the cum of
a lifetime.'

'OK. I'll try anything once but if I tell you to stop you've got to stop,'
he giggled. The point escaped him that once he was tied down I was in
charge, not him. 'How do we start?'

'Get your beautiful body naked and I'll do the rest.'

'OK.' He was up for that. I think he was a bit in love with his own body as
I spotted him admiring himself in my big mirror and when he was finally
naked he took a couple of twirls before I took him onto the bed and kissed
him softly working him up until he squirmed against me with a full
erection. 'Get naked,' he groaned.

'In a bit.' I produced my cords which were the sort that had come from an
old dressing gown, strong but silken and soft so that they wouldn't mark
unless someone went mad. He got a bit of a giggle going as I spreadeagled
him with his arms and legs pointing to the corners of the bed and each limb
secured to either the headboard or baseboard. He wriggled himself
comfortable and looked up at me, he wasn't tightly tied but then again he
wasn't going to move around too much. He looked curiously when I produced
my bottle of oil from the bathroom and a short length of silk ribbon.

'What now?' He was already fully erect but I dripped some oil on his belly
and penis and rubbed it in until he gleamed and taking his hardnessin hand
I slowly wanked him until his balls began to tighten up... this was the
start. 'I'm not gonna take that long popping,' he grinned.

'Wanna bet,' I reached under between his spread legs and tickled the base
of his crack with my oily hand quite easily penetrating his pucker and
finger fucked him as he writhed on the bed getting harder and harder.

'Is that it?' He looked disappointed as I slipped my finger free and
caressed his now shrunken ballsac.

'Not really,' I gave him an evil grin and holding his scrotum gently eased
his nuts down to the bottom. Taking the ribbon I carefully tied it at the
top, the neck of his scrotum, securing his gonads in their sac and stopping
the flow of his juices. I didn't know if he appreciated the medical fact or
not but in this position he just couldn't cum. He could want to cum. he
could desire and need to cum but he couldn't. However, he could raise his
knees a little and as I toyed under his perineum I slipped two fingers into
his hole again and worked on him. He jerked and wriggled on me but couldn't
escape and he got harder and harder as I massaged his stiff cock with the
other hand.

'Jeez... Peter, now I need to cum,' he closed his eyes and moaned as I
fingerfucked his now relaxed bottom and stroked and manipulated his super
hard cock.

'Back in a minute,' I shot out to the kitchen to get my party toy. I'd
found this thing in the rubbish and cleaned it up some time ago and kept
it. I'd tried it on myself and it worked a treat, believe me.

'What's that,' he looked alarmed as I returned this time fully naked with
my little toy at the ready.

'It's a vibrator or a massager.'

'A dildo more like,' he frowned.

'Not at all,' I twisted the base of the thing and it began to buzz and the
head vibrated. He squealed as I rubbed it the length of his cock and his
erection twitched and strained as I ran the vibrator under his balls and
just tickled his pucker.

'Petey...' he whined and threshed around as I knelt between his splayed
legs trickling more oil from his sternum right down to his groin. This lot
I rubbed into his chest, his waist and reaching under him did the small of
his back and his cute bubbles. He threshed around more violently now as I
wanked him again and slowly, ever so slowly vibrated under his now tight
balls, down his perineum and tickled at his ring. 'Peter,' he wailed. as I
slowly inserted it into his tightness and he clamped on it's seven inch
length as I fed in right inside him. Just the butt remained jutting out and
every time he tried to expel it I pressed on his belly so that he sank back
onto the bed and onto the buzzing and vibrating plastic. 'I'm so hard,' he
moaned and I took his oiled meat into my mouth, the oild was totally
tasteless and non toxic, I'd made sure of that and I slowly and sensually
sucked his jutting boyhood until he virtually screamed at me to let him
cum. 'I've gotta cum, I've gotta cum,' he moaned as I looked down his belly
and gave him another grin. 'I've gotta cum, Pete,' he pleaded.

'With me inside you?'

'Yeah, yeah,' he looked hopeful. 'Whatever, whatever you want.'

I didn't reply, it had to come to this and that was the whole idea. I was
going to take him all the way and when he cum he'd smother himself in his
own juices... or so I hoped. I untied his ankles and as he raised his legs
I grabbed the base of the vibrator with both fingers and moved it in and
out into it's full seven inch length and right inside him at one stage
until it popped free. For the final stage I slipped my own aching hardon
into his well used and well oiled tunnel and started to move within his
sweet heat.

'Oooh, Pete,' he whimpered as I started to move faster building to my
climax. As I pressed his knees down onto his chest I rammed in hard and
deep and spurted and creamed hot surges of my juices deep into his belly
and he closed his eyes and his penis jerked fruitlessly under my belly. It
was time.

As I finished I jerked the slip knot on the ribbon and his scrotum was
clear, his balls were free. I now moved in and out of his cum flooded
passage wanking him slowly but firmly seeing his balls rise fully this
time. 'Go,' I mutttered and kissed his spittle flecked lips.

'Faster,' he writhed and fucked up into my hand. I pumped faster and his
first ejaculation shot from his pee slit and hit him in the face on his
nose and lips, the second hit his lips and jaw and the third and fourth
sprayed up his chest. The remainder just lazily pumped out onto his belly
until his glans disappeared into it's foreskin. That would keep him quiet
for a while.

I lay on him licking his spunk from his face and grinding my gut into his
cum drenched belly as I untied his wrists. He clung to me returning my
kisses and in turn licked the sweat from my face.

'I got to try that lot on Dave,' he finally panted. 'And on you one fine
day.'

'Why not.' I cuddled him and we slipped under the bedding and dozed off but
not before he told me he'd got himself an invitation to David's for Sunday
lunch... he seemed rather pleased with himself. Poor dear was worn out but
that didn't stop him assaulting me with the vibrator later when we woke up
and eventually topping me but boys will be boys.

He stayed overnight again and I had the funny feeling he had more or less
moved himself in, luckily the third and smallest 'studio flat' which I
called a bedsitter was empty so no one would notice his ins and outs. He
did ask me to take him to David's in my old car just to prove to David that
we did have a thing going. He'd said that he'd played with David and hoped
to go further today if he got the chance. He wanted to spill the beans
about us and I said only when the time was right meaning when David had
made the first big step and not until then. I didn't want David doing the
Queen Innocent bit and blabbing not that I think he was the gossipy type,
far too shy.

I took him over just before lunchtime and saw David who looked a completely
different boy dressed casual rather than in drab and dirty workwear. In
fact, he was a vision and I felt envious of Paul.

'I slept over at Pete's Friday and last night,' Paul calmly informed David
as I stood at the front garden gate ready to make off.

'Did you?' David grinned. 'Two nights... mmm.'

'Don't think dirty,' I risked.

'Yeah, do,' Paul grinned and David laughed, fortunately the mum was in the
kitchen sorting out their meal.

'Have fun lads,' I waved. 'Watch him,' I spoke to David and nodded at Paul.

'He's a big pussy,' David giggled and to my surprise draped his arm around
Paul's shoulder. My, my... Paul could be getting lucky quicker than he
thought.

He must have been around nine o'clcock when he phoned me and informed me
that he was sleeping over at David's place and he wouldn't need a pickup
which I'd volunteered to do.

'You gonna get lucky?' I whispered not too sure where he was phoning from.

'He is He says he's never done it before and wants to try it.  He wants to
do me and I said yes... with one condition.'

'That you get to return the favour?' I guessed.

'Damn right,' he cackled. 'Gotta go, horny Dave's jumping about like a cat
with a hot hardon.'

'Have fun and don't worry about the first time bit. All you little tarts
say the same thing.'

'Bollocks,' he laughed as I smiled and put the phone down. No doubt I'd get
to hear all about it the next day after work if not before.

At least I got to have a night to myself but the thoughts of those two
'innocents' romping around in bed together kept me aroused and unsated all
night. I managed to leave myself alone, I was saving it for the debriefing
with young Paul, hopefully that would take place in bed on Monday night. I
was into work bright and early having a cuppa splosh when they rolled up in
David's mum's car. David was ready to rock and roll but Paul had to rush
off over to his place to get his working gear.

'How'd it go?' I asked David in the short time we had left before the other
staff and manager rolled in.

'OK,' he smiled with his sweet little shy smile. 'It was an experience, it
was fun.'

I didn't dare ask any more as people were starting to trickle in and it was
neither the time or the place and all of a sudden it was work time. Things
turned out well, in my usual manner I'd forgotten it was a Bank Holiday
weekend and would only be a four day week plus we'd have the following
Monday off. A good weekend for skulduggery or even buggery and I hoped Paul
had something in mind as I certainly hadn't other than his sweet bum.

I finished up with the pair of them, the small tractor with it's trailer
and instructions to clear an overgrown copse of silver birch and
rhodedendron which was about a month's work but our manager tended to live
in Lala Land most of the time. The thing was that it got the boys and
myself out of the way and don't mind a bit of chainsaw work as long as it
doesn't get too regular. I let David drive after showing him how as it was
a private estate and we were in woodlands most of the way, needless to say
Paul got a little miffed so in the end I had to organise that they share
the driving... bloody kids!

We were well shaded in the woods although it was quite hot and once we got
a fire going it was off shirts and I had trouble concentrating on my
cutting with two sweaty bare chested teenies jumping around but the work
got done and we progressed well enough to get a pat on the back from the
bossman at the end of the day. The thing I noticed that Paul, as I already
knew, was dark skinned and had a decent tan but David was as pale as a
fish, he certainly needed to get out in the sun more. The difference
between them was subtle or maybe not so subtle, they were both sixteen but
Paul was a manly sixteen and David was a boyish sixteen not so much
physically as they were similar in build but it was in the attitude. Maybe
because Paul tended to row his own boat (and I still wanted to know more
about him), David on the other hand had recently left school, lived with
mum and was on 'work experience'. With a bit of luck he may get a job with
us as a regular but that depended how he settled down.

The charity had the habit of taking on school leavers on this so called
'work experience scheme', dangling the carrot of a job and then dumping
them after three months as 'unsuitable'. It was a con and I thought a
particularly nasty con to get some kid to work his heart out and then dump
him at the end of it all. I was told it was business, to me it reeked of
taking the piss out of the system and I was toying with writing an
anonymous letter to the local MP I was that incensed about it. Charities,
at least, are supposed to be just that and if they can't treat their own
staff right what use are they.

Sorry about that, just a personal rant. I know youngsters take the piss a
lot but they learn it somewhere and like most things they learn it from
their elders.

We knocked off at four o'clock and David said brief farewells to us both
and was on his way home, I walked back to our block with Paul agog (love
that word) for some news.

'So what happened?' I asked as we walked. 'Don't gimme the Silent Sam
routine.'

'He fucked me and I fucked him,' he said straight faced. 'About three
times,' he burst out laughing. 'He's a fuckin' rabbit and he's got a
humongous cock for a kid of his size.'

'Really?'

'Really,' he swiped at bracken with his stick. 'He's a bit bigger than you,
his is like that bloody vibrator but it doesn't buzz.'

'Jeez, he's skinnier than you are.'

'Ho, ho,' he grinned. 'That's why it looks so big, a real bottom filler,'
he giggled.

'What about the dirty deed, no shock, no shame, no regrets?'

'No. Why?' He looked at me in genuine puzzlement. 'He wanted me, I wanted
him. We did it. He likes you as well, you're a bit of a role model, the
roughy toughy woodsman type.'

'You'll have to try and get him over, Pauley my boy.'

'All sorted,' he laughed. 'He's coming over Saturday and staying over
Saturday and Sunday nights. I'm going to have a word with my mum about
getting him fed in the staff canteen.'

'So, you'll be missing for the weekend?'

'Maybe for Saturday afternoon but we may pay you a visit Saturday
evening. I told him about the oily tie down pantomime and he thought it was
a giggle.'

'Really?'

'Stop saying really,' he grinned. 'Can I use your bath?'

'You'll have to share.'

'Natch.'

Indoors he went to his room first for some fresh clothing and we sat in the
kitchen in our sweat and muck for half an hour drinking a Fosters apiece
and talking over the day. It had gone well bearing in mind I was used to
doing eight hours of manual labour each and every day and they weren't. I
won't say they were perfect but they tried and that's all one can ask. A
couple of weeks of that and they'de be chucking logs around like
confetti. Well, sorta. It was good exercise for them as Paul fell asleep on
me as we started to grope and cuddle, we'd shared a bath and had left each
other alone saving it for when we turned in but poor little Paul went out
like a light. I toyed with the idea of slipping it to him when he was
asleep but didn't. We only had a short week and a bit of chastity did no
harm. Believe it or not I got a buzz just out of hugging his warm and fresh
smelling body, so smooth and so soft... grrr!

The week flew by and we did a surprising amount of work, they both seemed
to try and outdo each other which is kids for you. If I'd have had two
older guys working with me they'd have been in competition to see who did
the least but both Paul and David got stuck into the job. We finished on
the Thursday night and Friday was Founder's Day which means it was the
beloved founder's birthday or death day, I couldn't remember which. The
Trust always tied it in with a Bank Holiday Monday so that you got the
Easter style thing, a four day weekend. We had a chat before wending our
weary way to our respective homes and I seem to have got volunteered to
collect David on the Saturday morning. That Paul did like his ounce of
flesh (in more ways than one) but it suited. I knew at some stage of the
weekend they'd be in my place and I needed David to treat me as a pal not
as some sort of senior at work. Paul didn't but David still came the
respectful bit which I could live without.

'Whatcha doing tomorrow?' Paul asked as we sat indoors Thursday evening.

'Not a lot, might drive over to Tescos at Byefleet, I can have a look in
Argos and Currys whilst I'm there.'

'Great, can I come with you, I want some cheapo jeans and a couple of
tees.'

'Yeah, no probs. I don't want to leave you in my bed wanking all day.'

'I wouldn't have to if you looked after me better,' he pouted and licked
his lips.

'Cheeky,' I grabbed him and pulled him into my lap and the rest, as they
say, is history.

Friday was a nothing day as Founder's Day tend to be, we were encouraged to
go to church and celebrate the event but both Paul and I slept through that
rapture. We didn't actually sleep as it was in the forenoon but we did miss
it and as I recalled from the previous year we didn't miss much. Saturday
was on our mind... sounds like an old song title but it was and I took Paul
over to collect David just before lunchtime. What I didn't realise was that
we'd get roped in to share the meal with Dave and his mum. Well. we did and
didn't finally manage to make an escape until around two in the
afternoon. That was an experience, I mean the drive back... I had the pair
of then performing in the back of my motor like a pair of randy
monkeys. Any thoughts of David's apparent innocence went right down the
drain, what I could see in the centreline mirror was as good as a boy porno
and nearly had me off the road a couple of times. Thankfully by the time we
went through the West Gate into the estate they'd calmed down a little and
were in a secret squirrel conversation, all whispers and giggles.

'Well, that's settled,' Paul laughed and looked at me in the mirror.

'What's settled?' Well, I had to ask, didn't I?

'The two best looking boys in the motor have come to a decision.' Paul
smirked but David just sat there with a dopey grin on his face.

'Let's hear it, Big Head.'

'David and I are going to bed for the afternoon. We'll join you for supper
later and then David can overnight with you whilst I retire to my lumpy ol'
cot and cry into my pillow. Right, Dave?'

'Right,' David grinned. 'If that's alright that is?'

'And on Sunday we're gonna have a go at that oily tie up, wanky, vibrator
thingy... Dave wants to try it.'

'Do you. David?' I asked just a trifle surprised, more innocence
disappearing by the hour.

'Yeah, it sounds fun,' he grinned.

'Come on in, I need a drink.' I parked outside the flats and we went
inside. I needed more than a drink, I needed to get my brain unscrambled
with Paul leading the way and David following on like an obedient puppy
this was going from surreal to Fantasy Island by the minute. Still... it
was going in the right direction. I was quite happy leaving them on their
own for the afternoon, it looked like I was going to get the night I wanted
and that was a bit of solo time with David, Paul must have been a mind
reader.

I sat them down with a can apiece and they just chatted but made a move
just before the football started. They were clearly going to have three
hours of sodomy, buggery and God knows what else whilst I was going to
watch Newcastle United playing Chelsea, a top of the range match on both
fronts I fancied. I arranged to meet them in the canteen around six for
supper or dinner as the canteen people rather grandly called it and that
was it.

I must admit it was difficult concentrating on the screen for the afternoon
thinking about what they were upto a couple of flats away but I survived. I
suppose the thought of having David to myself for the night made the
afternoon bearable and I could only quiver at the thought of having him
tied down on the bed covered in oil. I'd let Paul do the driving on that
one and just watch. Sunday night's sleeping arrangements were a bit of a
mystery but again I'd let them lead . I'd come across two very active
sixteen year olds and I wasn't going to spoil it all by coming on as all
bossy.

I eventually met up with them in the cafeteria and they surprised my by
looking quite spick and span. I was expecting them to look like a pair of
sex raddled perverts but they looked alright even laddish like they'd just
come from the adjoining sports fields.

'Have fun?' I tried to be nosey as they collected their food and sat with
me.

'I've got an arse like the Channel Tunnel,' Paul frowned. 'He's a monster.'

'Shurrup,' David squealed and went red clearly delighted at the
compliment. I haven't met a boy of that age yet who doesn't like being
complimented on a big penis and David was no exception. Mind you, I'd get
to sample the thing myself in a couple of hours.

'Who won? I missed the sports news,' Paul asked.

'Chelsea, 2 - 1.'

'Uh hu. Bloody Londoners.'

'Bloody Europeans,' I laughed. 'There's more Londoners playing in Germany,
Spain and Ukraine than for the Big Smoke teams.'

'Traitors,' David sniffed.

'You keep yourself playing for the home boys,' I squeezed his knee under
the table.

'I shall,' he grinned quite happily. 'Paul reckons my bum's heavenly,' he
whispered.

'Wicked,' Paul agreed giving his version of a blush.

We had the works, the whole three courses which comprised; a soup (variety
unknown), roast squirrel or roadkill (take your choice on that one) and a
sweet which looked and tasted like a cross between semolina and
rice. Still, it was cheap and we could always ring through for a pizza or
fish and chips later, the night was young and I had a couple of reasonably
fresh videos and a twenty four pack of Fosters to keep them quiet.

David was quite taken with my flat which was no surprise after Paul's tiny
hovel. I hasten to add that this was because of size and Paul was an untidy
brat at the best of times. David was due home Monday afternoon but he had
the leeway to stop over Monday night as well if he wished, it only needed a
phone call. It seemed his mum wanted him to get a permanent job on the
estate as he'd left school with virtually no qualifications, this being no
barrier in a groundsman's profession if you can call it that. Paul on the
other hand was still attending school and was hoping to con his way through
his exams and get to a Uni. Note, I use the word 'con' as he didn't seem
inclined to do it legally. On reflection one small phrase sums up
Paul... 'loveable rogue', the odd thing was he was a damn good worker once
he got himself going and I thought he was smart enough to sail through the
exams that they have nowadays but kept my opinion to myself. If I started
dishing out advice it would be on a one to one basis not in a group
meet. Group sex, yeah! Group job advice, no!

The only seating I had in my place was a small sofa and a big armchair and
as soon as we were in the door Paul grabbed the big chair leaving David and
myself the sofa or the bed. All part of Paul's plan no doubt and it suited
me. I got to sit next to my 'love for the night' if you want to get
official and Paul got to sit so that he could see the television and watch
us at the same time. David and I didn't do anything for him to watch, in
fact, it was a social night. The boys drank lager and watched videos and I
sat there joining in the conversation just praying for Paul to sod off and
go to bed.

He did in the end, he called it a day around eleven and I was left alone
with David. Now the fun could begin.



			     To be Continued.



I broke it off here so that both parts are around 25kb and Part 3 should be
about the same (in about a week).

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