Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 22:42:25 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Sheepy - Part 1

THIS STORY IS HOMOSEXUAL IN NATURE.
IT DEPICTS SEX ACT BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES.
THE MALES ARE ALL TEENAGERS
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT IN WHICHEVER AREA
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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

t/t (19+15)

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SHEEPY

Part 1

by

G. Cutter


I run the Bar in a Cricket Club in the Home Counties. I'm nineteen and a
bit and I'm gay but don't advertise the fact, why should I?  My Club also
handles a load of footballers off season and I'm trusted. Now, what I've
said needs thinking about, I'm as bent as a corkscrew and I just love
teenagers so how do I hold a job like this. I get it by being a good Barman
and keeping my hands to myself, that's how. Anyway, the job is paramount, I
liked the money, the action and the company of kids from just over eight to
their late teens. I was the original shyboi, it was a matter of lots of
wanking images and absolutely no touching. I was happy, I was earning well
and had a constant parade of eye candy ,one day Mr Right or Master Right
would come along.

The night of the happening as I termed it later was a warm Summer one, I'd
been asked to do a 'one off' for one of the cricketer's sons, this
basically being a group of the boy's schoolmates both male and female all
around the fifteen mark. The unspoken understanding was that they'd drink
but the 'blind eye' would operate. No one else was concerned just me and
around twenty to thirty kids. I forgot to mention that our Club is in the
middle of nowhere, we don't even have a bus service, everyone comes by car
or van. There were three or four houses nearby but these were monied people
who barely or rarely honoured us with their presence

I was a bit concerned about a bunch of drunken fifteen year olds but one of
the Dads said he'd help me out and get it going for the first hour at
least. In the end I agreed. What could I do, they paid me and I certainly
wasn't averse to youngsters, I loved 'em.

The kids were due to arrive around eight in the evening, the deal being
that parents would drop them off and then collect them between eleven and
midnight, what could go wrong? I was there around seven thirty and gave the
place a quick cleanup and awaited my guests.

The first one was the boy and his father who had organised the mini event
and we opened up the Bar, shortly after that the guests started to appear.

Fifteen's a funny age, all the girls beautiful and look far older than they
are, deadly dangerous to the older man, they're gaolbait on legs. They seem
to be poured out of a mould, Spice Girls one and all. The boys on the other
hand are all shapes and sizes. There was one who looked to be barely eleven
and another who could pass for twenty, fifteen as I said is a funny age.

Anyway, the party got into it's swing and the father duly departed it was
after this the kids started seriously drinking. I remember thinking at the
time, thank God it's only for three hours, I didn't anticipate any trouble
as they all seemed pretty decent kids. What I was expecting was silliness,
kids that age and alcohol do not mix and believe me a couple of wine gums
would get some of them drunk.

Bacardi Breezers and Smirnoff Red are the drinks of choice. Our Club keeps
the prices down we're much cheaper than outside Pubs and more in line with
the Supermarkets so the kids went to town.

The mistake was that I was also selling some cheap cider, Gaymers Old
English as I recall and a few of the boys got onto this. Let me tell you
even a fully grown man would have problems mixing Smirnoff Red and Old
English, both are over five percent and that's more than enough for kids.

The girls didn't concern me too much as they all seemed to be behaving
themselves, a lot of shrieking and jumping about but be fair, they were
only schoolies. On the other hand at least three of the boys were looking a
little jaded shall we say by ten o'clock and there was another hour to go.

One of them in particular was really looking bad, I was expecting him to
puke up at any minute. Being a good Barman I pulled the kid aside and told
him to chill out and drink some water to dilute the booze you understand.

'Yeah, orrite, Mickey,' he slurred and fell against a table.

'How do you know my name,' I asked just out of idle curiosity, he was
rather nice in an ugly sort of way.

'Asked someone.'

That made sense. I got the kid sat down away from his mates for the moment
and sat alongside him for a man to man. I gave him a brief lecture on the
perils of drink and told him to behave, I also told him not to make himself
look stupid in front of his friends as he'd be the one that had to live
with the consequences.

His name turned out to be Matthew although the others kept calling him
Sheepy which was a bit of a mystery. He was shorter than myself which would
have him around five foot nine, he was a lightweight insofar as he had
about enough meat on him to fill a doggy bag. To cap off, this vision of
boyhood had a couple of zits which must have come straight from hell and
the world's worst haircut. I was beginning to fancy him, although he was
half drunk, he acted nice and talked nice. Nice is an old fashioned word
and doesn't get used a lot now but it fitted him. Mr Nice but Drunk maybe.

Anyway I let him go back to his mates and the girls but not before I found
out that he was called Sheepy because he sometime had a haircut like a
sheep if you can believe that. The current cut looked like it had been done
by a loony with a chainsaw, his barber should be on Death Row.

To cut a long story short the night went reasonably well, a group of the
boys decided to do a streak around the Clubhouse with the girls egging them
on, their idea of a streak was doing the biz still wearing their boxers and
briefs so it wasn't as bad as it sounded. I just hoped the neighbours were
safely parked by their TVs. After stepping out and giving them a bit of
stick I got them back inside but not before noticing my Sheepy had dark
grey boxers on which were exceedingly tight and showed a package far too
big for one of his slight build.

The final episode before eleven was that Sheepy and his mate ran out to the
toilets, paused at the door and did a full moony, so I was treated to the
sight of one bottom which was just a bum and Sheepy's which was a tight,
white bubble butt to die for. I busied myself at the Bar amongst the girls
shrieks. Sheepy, or Matthew wasn't just a spotty face, he had a hidden
asset and he spent half his life sitting on it.

The cars started rolling up just after eleven , the kids started to
disperse and I started to close down the Bar. By eleven thirty I was left
with a small group which included Sheepy who seemed to be half asleep.

Two cars rolled up, five semi drunk fifteen year olds were collected and
that was it.

Not quite. One lonely figure seated in the corner vacantly gazing into
space. They'd left Sheepy behind.

'Oi, Kid ...  Matthew,' I called out and went over. 'Where's your lift?'

'I dunno,' he grinned at me drunkenly.

Oh, shit.

'Whose supposed to be picking you up?'

'The rents.'

'The what?'

'The parents,' he spoke to me like I was off another planet, I probably was
to him.

'Haven't you got a mobile?' All the kids have mobiles nowadays.

'Yeah,' he fished his phone from his jacket pocket. 'Shall I ring them,' he
gazed at me owlishly.

'Yeah. Do that. I wanna go home.' I left him to his phoning and completed
the lock up and returned.

'They've broken down,' he giggled. 'Trust my wally parents.'

'Can it, Matthew. Respect.' I was still in my good guy role but not for
much longer.

'Dad wants to talk to you,'

I was now getting a severe dose of the hump, I wanted to be home and
settled down with a couple of cans, it had been a long night and I'd had
enough.  The trouble with doing a Bar is that you can't drink too much
unless you live on the premises. I had a twenty minute drive down to my
place and I didn't want to finish up in a hedge. Anyway, back to the Sheepy
one. Yeah, I know, God knows why I kept thinking of him as Sheepy, must be
his dopey eyes.

It turned out that the parents hadn't broken down, they'd had a blow out
and finished up parked on a traffic island with the front axle under the
seat, the car was as near a write off as it could be. Fortunately the
parents were OK although quite naturally shaken up, poor ol' Sheepy was
pretty low on their list of priorities.

First of all they wanted him to stay the night in the Club until I told
them that was a non runner. I daren't leave a fifteen year old boy on his
own in an isolated place like this. I also told them that Matthew was a bit
under the weather, he must have a touch of 'flu sorta thing. Dad understood
apparently Mum didn't.

I was half expecting this but it was still a surprise when it
happened. Could I put Matthew up for the night, they'd pay for the
inconvenience. I waffled around for a bit and let Dad talk me into it. God,
it hurts being a Christian. The upshot was that I'd lodge Matthew for the
night and I'd drive him around their place in the morning. The following
day was a Saturday so I didn't have to open the Bar until noon so, all in
all, no probs.

'Come on Matt, we're going home.' I found out on the phone they called him
Matt and not Matthew and definitely not Sheepy.

'Where we going, Mickey?'

'Home. I've just been appointed you're guardian for the night.'

'That's nice,' he got to his feet and fell against me. Much to my surprise
his arms went around me and he gave me a drunken grin. I had to hold him in
case he collapsed, didn't I? I then did something I shouldn't have, maybe
it was the atmoshere of the darkened Club or the warmth of Matt pressed
against me but I put my arms around him and gently clasped his firm buns,
one for each hand.

'No, no,' Matt wriggled a bit but his face was split in a really broad
grin. 'You naughty man.'

'Sorry, Matt. I got carried away.' I freed myself and got him to the
door. Now he knew but would he remember in the state he was in. I had a
funny feeling about this kid but you can't commit yourself on a vague
feeling.

I eventually got the lights off, the place secured and Matt out into the
car park and after a lot of giggling on his part into my bashed up old van.

'Home, James,' he twittered in the passenger seat.

'Matthew. You behave yourself at my place. I've got downstairs neighbours
and I don't want you making a racket.'

'You don't want them to see you taking a kid in at this time of night
either.' Suddenly he sounded sober.

'What?'

'Nothing,' he gave a little chuckle and closed his eyes for the trip.

I got him home and up the stairs with some difficulty, his flash of
sobriety seemed to have faded, he was back to semi drunk and I wondered how
much of it was being put on. The trouble was that all I could see was that
cute little white bottom and feel the firmness of his cheeks, needless to
say Mr Meat was rising to the occasion.

I sat him down in my little kitchen and made him a pretty strong coffee, I
settled for a large scotch with a splosh of ginger.

'Have you been sick? Have you puked?' That was the first question.

'Yeah,' he looked at me trying to focus his brown eyes. 'Honked up a
treat.'

'Good,' I sat down opposite him at the table. 'Do you get drunk often,
Matt?'

'First time.' He managed a grin. 'Never again.'

'They all say that,' I laughed. 'One tip. When you sleep, don't sleep on
your back, lie on your side.'

'Why?'

'If you lie on your back the room will beging to spin and there's a good
chance you'll honk up again. If you sleep on your side you'll be
OK. Anyway, if you are sick you won't choke on your own vomit.'

'Charming.' He pulled a face.

'Bedtime,' I looked at my watch, it had just turned midnight.

'Where am I sleeping?' He sipped his coffee and peered over the rim of the
mug. 'In the bath?'

'I'll show you.' I took him into the bedroom and showed him a rolled up
sleeping bag and a couple of blankets I had in a built in wardrobe.

'What's up with the bed,' he looked at my bed which was indeed huge. I'd
always thought it could bed three or four although I'd never had the good
fortune to try it out. It came with the lease and was probably too large
for the last owners to bother with, it was a king sized double and I had
problems getting sheeting for it, mind you it would have made a good mini
football pitch.

'That's up to you,' I watched his face. 'I don't think your parents
intended for you to share a bed with me.'

'So,' he smirked. 'I won't tell if you don't.'

'You are sailing into dangerous waters, Matthew,' I put a finger under his
oh so smooth chin and tilted his head up.

'Sounds fun,' he looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. This kid wasn't
drunk, he might have been half drunk but he knew exactly what he was doing.

'Getting chilly,' I remarked, I'd had enough chat I just wanted to get into
bed.

'Where's your thingy. I wanna pee and rinse my mouth out,' Matt hovered
uncertainly by the door.

I showed him where the bathroom was and advised him to use a mouthwash,
he'd feel better for it in the morning and that was it. Time for the main
event, or even a non event, I'd find out which pretty soon.

When he came back I'd just got rid of my trainers and socks and was tugging
off my sweat shirt.

'Cold out there,' Matt grinned and sat alongside me, I'd expected him to go
to the other side of the bed.

'It's be warm in bed.'

'I'll have to snuggle up, I feel the cold.'

'You wanna get some meat on your bones, kid.'

'I wanna get some meat.' He spoke so quietly that I barely heard
him. 'Woops. Did I say that,' he giggled, back to being drunk again but
this time the play acting wasn't working.

I got him just as his t-shirt was up over his head.

'You're a tease, Sheepy.' I grabbed him around his slender hips and mouthed
at his nipple which was sticky out with the night chill.

'Don't. Don't.' He thrashed about laughing and spluttering under his
shirt. He was saying don't but also clinging onto me so tightly that I
couldn't let go.  I put my hands onto the small of his back and pulled our
bodies together, the feel of his warm skin on mine brought me to an instant
erection, reaching down I cupped his groin. He was hard and he was large,
at least he was large for someone of his slight build.

'Sheepy, you little rascal,' I fingered the outline of his erection through
his jogging trousers.

'I prefer Matt,' he'd stopped struggling and was snuggling upto me finally
shedding the t-shirt from around his head. 'Let's get into bed,' he
whispered.

We undressed in silence, having a slight lead I was in the bed first
watching him as he finally dropped his kit and stood naked for a
moment. His cock must have been a good six inches and as I've said more
than big enough for a kid of his size. He was skinny, but he was smooth, he
seemed to be willing and for the moment he was mine.

'Which side do you want me to sleep,' he blushed and tried to cover his
hardness with his hands.

'Underneath.'

'Very droll.' He jumped onto the bed with his equipment jerking
about. 'Where do you want me to fucking sleep,' he bared his teeth in an
imitation snarl.

'Right here,' I grabbed his naked body and wrestled him into the bed and
under the duvet. We snuggled up together sharing our body heat and our
erections mashed together as we pressed against each other. I clasped his
firm young buttocks in my hands, this boy's bum was heaven sent, I was in
love with it.

'I'm so hard,' he whined and grinned at me expectantly and slipped his
stiffy between my legs. 'Ooh.' He liked that as I clamped my legs tightly
together and he began to gently fuck. 'Ooh, Mickey. That's so nice.'

'So are you, Matt,' I grasped his cheeks harder and slipped fingers into
his slightly sweaty crack, he obligingly opened his legs a little as he
continued his mini fuck.

'So, what brought all this about? Why the seduce the Barman bit?'

'I've fancied you for a long time,' Matt nuzzled my neck as he gently
pumped. 'My mate Andy fancies you as well.'

'Which one's Andy?'

'The blonde kid around your size,' Matt laughed softly and fingered my nips
as he nuzzled away like a baby. 'You know him, you were oggling him for
half the night.

I had a flashback to a good looking kid who I had been furtively studying,
obviously not furtively enough.

'Mmm.'

'Slut,' Matt laughed and slipped free and lay on his back with his hardness
sticking straight up his belly. Wanna wank me and I'll do you?'

I just looked at him and grinned.

'I think we can do a bit better than that,' I murmured and dropped my head.

'Yeeek,' he leapt as I nibbled and lapped at one nipple and then the other,
my hand was around his thick boymeat moving up and down squeezing his
foreskin over the slippery gland and then down again.

'I'm gonna come in a minute.' He had hold of my erection and was also
carrying out a slow wank.

'Not yet, Matt. Not just yet,' I moved both hands onto his ball bag and
eased his tight nuts down. Gently massaging and rolling the sweet balls in
their fuzzy sac.

'Oooh,' Matt moaned in frustration but then groaned again as he felt my
mouth and flickering tongue move down his smooth little
belly. 'Mickeee......'  he wailed as he felt my hot mouth take in his
succulent glans with just a trace of precum oozing from the tip.

He fell silent and just clutched my hair as I slowly moved up and down on
him savouring the sweetness and taste of a fifteen year old cock. It jerked
and twitched in my mouth as I applied suction, warmth and wetness to the
throbbing pole jutting out between his legs. He was very seriously on the
verge but I had other plans.

He jumped like a fish on a hook when I prodded his pucker with one spit
slicked finger and slipped it inside, inside into his tight heat. Boy, was
he tight he clamped his ass onto my finger like he was trying to nip it
off.

Micky, stop, stop,' he wailed but he was as hard as a rock and he wasn't
doing what I expected. He wasn't trying to expel my finger he was pushing
his little ass onto it as if he wanted more.

'You like this,' I started to finger fuck loosing up his sphincter muscle
and searching for his prostate.

'Mickee...'he yelped, I'd found it. He raised his knees a little giving me
better access but continued to fuck into my mouth. His ball bag was tight
once again, he wasn't too far off.

I slipped my finger out carefully and as he mumbled something about keeping
it in slowly forced two fingers back into his tight little tunnel.

'Aaah.' This time I heard a little pain but slowly and carefully worked my
way in. I stirred my fingers in a circular motion and after a while he
sighed in satisfaction and stated to push his tiny white bottom onto my
thrusts, his cock was like an iron bar and his sac was a tight as a drum.

'Oh God,' he thust into my mouth nearly choking me. 'I'm cuming, oh Jeez.'
His penis seemed to swell in my mouth and then the hot rush of thick juicy
boy sperm, spurt after spurt. I gagged and swallowed, I could taste the
slippery spunky taste as I gulped down his massive cum, it seemed to go on
for ever. I squeezed him dry and slipped my fingers free, he collapsed like
a washed out doll. 'Micky,' he sighed and looked at me with eyes that
glinted in the gloom of the bedroom. 'That was the best ever.'

I didn't answer I just moved up the bed a bit and dropped my head again but
this time my lips crushed gainst his. A momentary shock on his part and he
kissed back. I forced my tongue between his lips and he tasted his own cum.

'Jeez,' he lay in the semi darkness with a huge grin on his face. 'We gotta
do that again before I go home.'

'Yeah,' I agreed. 'But first .......' Catching him completely by surprise I
flipped him over and buried my face in his musty boy crack.

'Micky,' he spluttered into the pillow but I was licking and lapping
getting nearer to his sweet boy pussy.  'Micky,' he muttered again and
parted his legs a little.

'Chill out,' I whispered flathanding his cheeks apart and licked deeper
tasting his pucker for the first time, the smoothest of smooth skin and the
wrinkled hole leading to his heart and his soul.

'Micky,' this time it was a sob and he reached behind and lightly rested
his hand on my bobbing head as I coated his ring with my saliva. This time
the two fingers went in easily and hit the prostate first time, he bucked
and pushed back onto my slowly moving digits. The endgame was in sight.

Whilst I'd been doing the the 'pre-op' I'd managed to locate my KY and
smeared a small amount onto the tip of my dick which was busy providing
it's own natural lubricatio. Spit, KY and precum should do the trick.

'Oooh,' Matt shuddered as I slowly removed my fingers he knew what was
coming next. Kneeling between his legs I nudged them even further apart and
bowed to kiss his neck.

'You ready for this, Matt?'

'I'm a virgin,' he declared. 'Take it easy.'

I didn't know whether to laugh or not but rather than hurt his feelings I
held back. I didn't want him throwing a tantrum and sleeping in the
armchair all night.  I was convinced he wanted it all along, now I was
going to put my theory to the test.

'Steady, Matt,' I whispered as I lowered my belly and I gasped as I felt my
slippery glans glide between his bubble butts, I nearly passed out with
pleasure as I felt my hot cock centre onto his pucker.

'Oooh,' Matt whined and clutched the pillow.

So slow and so sure. I felt my swollen spongy glans push against his ring,
a slight resistance and it was slipping through the circular muscle.  Matt
tensed but kept silence as my mass slowly entered his most private place,
somewhere no one had ever visited before.

'Aaah,' he gasped in relief as I sank in a fraction at a time and maybe he
found out it wasn't the agony of deflowering he'd expected.

'OK Matt?'

'Just about,' he groaned and then laughed softly. 'It feels funny, feels
like a scaffold pole.'

He was alright, he was just covering a natural shyness, he was being taken
by a man for the first time. Matthew had crossed the line from playing
around to the big time, he was about to get fucked.

I pulled out a little and then pushed in only deeper this time, no reaction
other than a little squeeze from Matt so I repeated the movement, deeper
this time. Now a bit faster, now a bit deeper. Matt was gasping at each
thrust but beginning to push out as if in welcome.

I opened his legs even wider and slipped out a little.

'Ready, Matt?'

'What for?'

'This .....' I carefully placed my forearms either side of his thin torso
and slowly and gently pushed in ... and in ... and in. Matt wriggled and
cried out whether in pain or pleasure I don't know as I sank my complete
seven inches of throbbing cock deep into his beautiful bum.

'Oooh,' he gasped and moved about under me as I pressed in my pubics
mashing against his flawless alabaster cheeks. He pushed back up onto my
pressure and I pushed down even harder until it became a contest, we were
stuck together like a dog and bitch in heat. What a way with words.

'You alright with this, Matt,' I idly stirred my achingly hard stiffness in
his sweet tunnel'. Gawd, he was so hot and so tight, I could stay here for
ever.

'Yeah,' he turned a sweaty face slightly and grinned, his grin grew even
wider as I licked down the side of his cheek and nibbled just under the
side of his jaw now moving in and out a bit but not really going for full
blown sex ... yet.  'I thought it was going to hurt but it was just a
twinge and it was OK.'

'Preparation's the key,' I started to increase the length of my strokes
pulling more out at each movement. Now getting into a regular rythm. He'd
already started to clamp at each lunge and go loose at every retreat, from
his movements I knew he was enjoying it, Matthew was mine.

'Yeah but you're so big,' he giggled and forced himself up onto a
thrust. 'Harder, Mick, harder.'

What could I say. I started to slap into him hard and deep, there was just
one last thing to try.

On the up stroke I slipped completely free and he yelped with surprise an
then groaned when he realised I'd left his body but this was followed by a
surprised squeak as I ploughed in deep and hard through his now fully
relaxed ring.

'Mick,' he cursed into the pillow. 'You cunt.'

'That's nice.' I dragged his hips up to meet me, he was actually forcing
himself up into a doggy position pushing against me all the time. I reached
around to feel his penis, he was sporting a full erection again, I started
to wank him hoping to keep it in time with my fucking. I couldn't hold off
much longer.

'Go on, go on, go on,' he was babbling and pushing his well battered butt
back into my groin. 'Fuck me.' This last was a demand a demand I was happy
to obey. My heat was rising I was almost there.

'I'm cumming,' I corkscrewed deep into his tiny white ass. Hard and
deep. Stiff and spurting, I flathanded his belly and chest trying to pull
him in as if to absorb his very body into mine, achieving the perfect
union.

'Mickeee.' he wailed as I began to spurt and splash searing bursts of my
cum deep into his belly. I can't ever remember having such an intense
climax, it seemed to go on for ever. We collapsed onto the bed and I was
still fucking hard and deep into his cum soaked nest.

'Jeeesus, you flooded me,' Matt babbled as I thrust for the last time as
far as I could and stayed buried in his sweet flesh.

'On your side,' I grunted and rolled onto my side bringing with me. I
grasped his hardness with a greasy hand and stated to wank him off, the
other hand cupped his balls and my lips kissing and lapping along his
jawline.

'Heaven,' he sighed and relaxed letting me do the work, I didn't mind, he'd
earned every sweet bit of it.

'I'm cumming,' he finally gasped. That wasn't too bad as I'd only sucked
him dry about an hour ago.  He did come though, not a lot but two powerful
squirts up onto his belly and narrow chest. 'Oh, oh, oh......' he just
pressed himself back into me and I held him tight. I reached out and
smeared his come over his chest and massaged his limpening meat with the
creamy goo until he squealed with the movement on his sore dick. 'I'm
fucked,' he finally gasped.

'For the time being,' I grinned as we both slid apart, I could feel the
spillage of my massive come between his cheeks and slid my hand in gently
massaging his ring.

'Next time I want it from the front,' he whispered as if a bit embarassed.

'If you want to, lover.'

'Hey, I like being called that,' he cuddled up and his lips sought mine. 'I
want to see you do it, I want to kiss you when you come.'

'No probs.' I cuddled him closer. 'Wanna sleep now, we've got around five
and a bit hours until seven.'

'What happens at seven,' he asked this in all innocence.

'You get a fuck and then I get to make love to you, from the front of
course.' I closed my eyes and relaxed.

'That's slightly wrong.'

'Why,' I was already drifting off, I was exhausted.

'I get to make love and you get to make love,' he whispered and kissed me
on the cheek. 'I'm not a fuckin' rabbit you know.'

'Sorry, Matty.' I fell asleep to his soft laugh and final butterfly kiss


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My alarm went off at seven which, believe it, is my normal get up time. The
bed was empty of Sheepy, my little baa lamb had fled, or had he?

'Good morning,' he came into the bedroom as fresh as a daisy, he must have
used my shower because he was squeaky clean, he even had a small plaster on
his forehead, he must have had a go at the King Zit and killed it. I forgot
to mention he was as naked as a new born babe.

'Christ, you're a bit hyper.' Personally I felt like a shipwreck, I could
feel dry crusty cum on my belly, God knows what I smelt like.

'I was a bit squishy,' Matt admitted. 'I did the biz and had a nice
shower.'

'Ready to go home then?'

'What,' he almost shouted. 'You said we'd ... er ....'

'Tell you what,' I sat up in bed and gazed at his naked body, not missing
the fact that he was half hard again. 'You whip off the dirty sheets and
pillow cases and I'll have a quick shower and then we can tend to the other
matter.'

'Where's the fresh gear?' A broad grin had returned to his face

'In the cupboard,' I pointed out the location and slid my legs from the
bed.

'You look 'orrible,' he laughed as I got to my feet.

'I look like you're gonna look in about an hours time, shipmate.'

'Great,' he approached me cautiously as if I was going to leap on him and
kissed me gently on the cheek. 'Have your shower.' His voice had dropped to
a throaty whisper. 'I wanna do it slowly this time,' he slid his arm around
my waist and tilted his head for me to kiss him which of course I did. I
felt my penis begin to harden.

'Wanna do it now?' I held him and slipped my tongue into his open mouth.

'Have you're shower,' he broke free with a laugh and his boyish body leapt
around the bed out of harms way. I went for a shower, I needed one badly, I
needed Matt badly as well.

Boy, that kid could move. By the time I was out of the shower and feeling a
whole world better he'd made the bed and was sitting on the edge drinking
tea and I noticed that he'd done one for me too.

The tea drinking was done in silence until both cups were parked on the
bedside table.

I flopped out full length on the bed and looked at him. 'Matt, I want you
to make love to me.'

'I thought you'd never say it,' he lay alongside me. 'I've never done this
before, don't you have to turn over or something?'

'Not for you, baby. I want you to come in the front,' I coaxed him to kneel
between my outspread legs and he knelt there with his rampant erection
jutting out ready for action if the bead of precum at the tip was anything
to go by. 'Put some KY on your stiffy and a smear on my pucker and then do
what come naturally only slow and steady. I don't need any of the wam, bam,
thank you Mam caper.'

'You won't get it, Micky,' he promised and shuffled up closer as I bent my
knees back to my chest. I was in position, I was all his, I just wanted to
feel him inside me, I wanted to feel his lovemaking and I wanted to feel
his hot boy juice fill me until he was drained ... and then I was going to
return the favour.

He looked at me steadily as if to memorise my face and ran his finger
across my pucker smearing KY into my skin and gently prodded at my hole.

'I'm going in, Mick.' Gotta laugh, he sounded like a cop on one of the TV
movies. I felt his finger enter me and start to move in and out, he wasn't
wasting any time. 'Can I kiss you?'

'Any time, loverboy.'

He bent at the waist and I felt the hot greasy end of his cock slip across
you know where and he kissed, as with his fingering it was gentle and I
believe loving. Suddenly his kiss got fiercer and his tongue entered my
mouth. His glans nudged my hole, he was going to make his move and he
did. A push and that was it, he entered me with a jerk which startled me
and hurt just a bit but he eased off and slowly pushed in and up, I could
feel his hot meat fill me and I relaxed. He was sweet, he was no oil
painting but he was sweet and he was taking it slow.

'This is incredible.' He continued his entry, stretching my ring and
filling my ass with his hot boy meat. 'This is so-o-o good.'

I finally felt his pubics against my bum, his six incher was inside me and
he looked on the verge of fainting.

He took his lips off mine and started at me sparkly eyed and started to
move his narrow hips up and down, his slippery cock glided in and out
slowly at first but getting faster as he got a taste for it.

'Cone on, Matt. Go for it, enjoy,' I whispered and pressed my calves onto
his back and lifted my bum to meet his thrusts.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' he chanted like a bloody Beatle and started to hump for
real, digging deep and digging hard.

'Good boy,' I smiled up and he kissed me again now fucking for real.

'I can't keep this up,' he panted. 'I'm gonna cum.'

'Slow down, take your time,' I nearly begged, I was enjoying this too much.

I've got to admit that I hadn't had a lot of sex up to this point and I've
got to own up to the fact that I'd rather be the one on top, the one doing
the deed rather than the passive partner but this was different, this was
my Matthew, my adolescent Sheepy, zits and all. He was good and I just
wanted it to go on for ever.

'Gotta cum,' he moaned, we were out of time.

'Jeez,' I thrashed about as his cock seemed to swell and he began to ram
and thrust like a jack rabbit. Suddenly the throbbing, the pulsing of his
erection as he spurted and splashed his way to a creamy climax.

'Gawd, so good,' he closed his eyes and slowed down spending the last of
his juices deep into my body. 'That was terrific,' he collapsed on top of
me and our hot bodies entwined in a furious bout of kissing and slobber.

'You were good, Matt,' I felt his limpening dick slip from my flooded bum,
on the home front I was nearly coming myself with his rounded belly rubbing
up and down on my own hardness.

'Was I?' He looked at me and smiled. I could see that he was pleased with
my comment.

'I'm not into flattery,' I told him quite honestly. 'I'd like to see you
again, do this again.'

'So would I,' he fell alongside and rested his head on my chest and let me
play with his damp hair. 'Your turn,' he whispered.

'In a moment.' I needed to get my breath back. He wasn't the biggest boy in
the world but he'd done well, I could feel a little soreness at the back, I
needed him to do it again to ease the itch, to ease the want

'From the front,' Matt whispered and started to lap at my nipple. This kid
wasn't giving up.

'Sex maniac.'

'Only with you.'

'OK.' I ruffled his messy hair. 'Lie on your back, Matthew. Prepare
yourself for a Dr Micky's Meat Injection.'

'Clown,' he laughed but he slipped from our cuddle and lay on his back with
open legs and smiled up at me. 'Fuck me silly, Mick.'

I thought this was supposed to be a slow and gentle but it seemed my lover
might be ready for something a little more active.

'Let's have a look at that fanny of yours.' I hoisted his legs and folded
them back onto his chest. 'Mmm, a bit tender,' I took a gentle prod.'

'Yes,' Matt breathed out gustily.

'Bit red,' I bent my head and ran my tongue over his sweet pucker.

'Yeah,' Matt wriggled and started to giggle. 'Do that again.'

Always happy to help out I licked across his pucker with it's faint taste
of soap and started to lick and even gave a gentle nibble. My own hardness
was now precumming quite freeely, I was dribbling everywhere. I forced my
tongue into his hot hole sending him into a fit of the giggles and a bout
of crying at the same time. My loony boyfried had gotten himself an instant
hardon and he was even playing with himself. For Christ's sake, he'd only
just come around five minutes ago.

'Don't you dare cum, you monster,' I threatened him.

'Why not?' he looked at me with glazed eyes.

'Because I'm not going to take you home until lunchtime.'

'He looked mystified for a moment and it clicked. 'Gotcha,' he grinned. 'Do
me now ... please.' He clamped his knees down onto his chest.

I gave him another minute of the tongue attention making sure he was nice
and slippery, my dribbles would take care of the rest.

I knelt up and assumed the position, he wanted fucking silly and that was
what he was going to get.

I slipped my leaking glans over his pucker and gently pushed and looked at
him, looked a question.

'Do it,' he begged nearly pushing himself up onto my hardness.

'Yeah,' I nodded and thrust hard and deep. Jesus, he leapt like a young
salmon as I rammed my seven inches of rock hard meat through his bruised
ring and deep into his boylike body.

'Aaaah,' he wailed as I pushed hard into his delicious tightness spearing
him in one long motion until my balls and pubics nestled up against his
sweating flesh. 'Jesus,' he floundered on the bed impaled on my cock. 'You
bastard,' He reached out and grabbed my hips pulling us even closer
together if that was possible. Talk about bottoming out, my glans must be
up in his chest somewhere. 'Fuck me, Mick. Really hard,' he looked up at me
with determination on his face.

That was it. I had fancied a nice, slow and sensual love making but the
other aspect had taken over. He wanted it hard and fast and so did I, the
gentle bit could wait.

I began to fuck into his sweet bottom with savage thrusts, it was more like
rape than love but he was crying out and wriggling about, trying to kiss me
and trying to force himself even harder onto my rampaging cock.  No way
could this last. I exploded in a literal torrent of spunk. I could feel the
hot jets splash and spurt into his tender flesh and so could he.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he flopped limply onto the bed and let my spurting cock
empty. It was another super come, the second one in less than twelve hours,
I'd be out of action for weeks.

'My God,' I panted laying on top of his hot, sweaty body feeling the
flutter of his heart against my chest. 'That was too fuckin' much.'

'That was fabulous,' Matt absolutely glowed. There was the dampness of
tears in his eyes but he looked satisfied, he looked like a kid that had
finally got what he wanted. 'I think I'll stick to the slow and gentle in
future,' he finally grinned and then kissed me.

'I didn't hurt you, did I?'

'Gotta sore bum,' he giggled. 'Gotta belly load of babies, gotta....'

'Shurrup,' I smothered his mouth with mine and let our tongues have a dance
again ... they liked it.

We sat and yakked and had the odd snog but the day was on us and we both
had things to do.

'Listen up, Matt, why don't you phone your people and tell them I'll drop
you of around eleven on my way to work. Tell 'em you kipped on the sofa or
something.'

'Nah,' he grinned. 'I'll tell them we had a double, double dose of sex and
I loved it,' he gently played with my flaccid meat.

'Your choice, kid.'

We both wanted or needed a shower but we were both famished so we
demolished a packet of Frosties between us and had beans on toast, that's
all I had in the place. It was after that sitting at the kitchen table that
he came out with his proposal.

'Is that painting deal still on?'

'What, painting the changing rooms and toilets?'

'For five pounds an hour,' he corrected me.

'Yeah, I suppose.'

'Well, Andy and myself were thinking of volunteering for a weekend of
that. Two weeks time, the Bank Holiday weekend.'

'Well, if you want to earn money it's easy work and nobody else seems
interested. Anyway, I might get to see a bit more of Andy, like in shorts
or in the showers.'

''Why not,' Matt grinned. 'Fix us the work and we'll look after you.'

'You speak for Andy of course.'

'Not quite,' he laughed. 'But I know he likes you.'

'What makes you say that?'.  If Andy was the boy I thought he was I was
most definitely interested in making his acquaintance.

'I watch who people watch.'

'Boring pratt.'

'I know,' laughed totally unfazed. 'I might ask the rents to let me stay
over for the weekend, you up for it,' he looked me slyly and sipped his
fruit juice.'

'You know the answer to that, loverboy.' I stood and pulled him to his
feet. 'But for now, a shower.'

'We sharing,' he asked innocently.

'Natch.' Laughing together we trotted off to the bathroom, the new day was
on us.

It happened again in the shower. I suppose it had to, the warm water, the
soapy caresses, the bodily contact and the fact that we were both randy
teenagers driven by urges that outstripped our bodies.

'You have such a beautiful bum,' he was behind me soaping my back but his
hand was dropping lower.

'You nick all the best lines' I opened my legs a little to let him do his
work.

'You're a bit tall,' he whispered and I could feel his soapy hardon slip
between my legs.

'Better?' I croaked as I bent as the knees lowering myself a little.

'Yeah.' One hand came around the front and he grasped my hard flesh the
other guided his hardness to my well relaxed sphincter and he was in with
one quick prod.

'Jeez, take it easy, Dickhead.'

'Sorry, sorry,' he babbled but he was most certainly in and I could feel
his fat cock filling me again. It didn't seem to be all that big when it
was soft or even half hard but once it was in you, that was another
matter. 'Nice and slow,' he promised.

I braced myself against the shower wall and kept my legs spread as he moved
in and out making all the appropriate grunts and groans. Sheepy was
enjoying himself .... and so was I.

'Shit, this is so perfect,' he gently washed my ball sac and gently stroked
my rigid flesh enough to keep it on the boil without going over the top.

'Harder,' I groaned in the end. I was worried about having an early cum, I
wanted to do it in his body for the last time, in spite of his chat I might
never see him again especially if his parents got the slightest suspicion
of what we'd been upto.

'I'm cumming,' he groaned as he pumped furiously into my soap slicked
sphincter. He did. Not as much as before but enough to make me feel it and
enjoy his little spurts and the ease they give as they coat the tunneling
spike of flesh slipping in and out of your belly. 'Now I'm shagged,' he
gasped and slid free.

'Not quite,' I span him around and spread his legs with my knee. 'Not
quite, my Matty boy.' No finesse this time, no force either. I just slipped
my glans upto his little pink hole and gently entered paradise.

'Oooh,' he flathanded the wall and did what he did so well, he pushed back
absorbing my sudsy stiffy in one long thrust. 'Gawd, I love you, Mick.' He
spoke to the wall.

'No you don't,' I kissed the back of his wet neck and slowly moved to and
fro. 'You lust me for the moment, in time who knows.'

'Whatever you say,' he sounded sad and I hoped that I hadn't hurt his
feelings, I really didn't want to do that. I could give him love but only
some, I was still waiting for Mr Right and unfortunately it wasn't my
little Matthew. I felt like shit, maybe it may be better to make a clean
break and let him know how I felt.

Fuck me,' he pushed back hard and I increased my tempo slipping in and out
of his beautiful white bottom, a ten year olds butt on a fifteen year old
boy.  Moments later it was over. The grunting, the gasping, the spasms of
final release. I hugged his slender frame as my cock jerked and pumped my
life force deep into his willing flesh.

We parted and rinsed off, he was back to his cheery self as if the small
exchange had never happened.

The love subject didn't come up again and I thought it was just boy chat in
the heat of the moment and let it go, what could I do.

I was running early and got to meet Mr and Mrs Greenaway, Matthews
parents. They seemed quite nice and they were loaded, to me their house was
like a palace, I later learnt that they had a handyman and maid. Good ol'
Sheepy, he'd never made one comment about my wreck of a flat, what a
beauty.

They tried to pay me for the inconvenience but I wouldn't take it, I had to
go to work, anyway, I felt a bit uncomfortable with my beat up old van
sitting on their expensive gravelled driveway.

My Matt, my Sheepy, waved me off. A craftily blown kiss and that was it. I
wondered if I'd ever see him again, the painting scam might just be a bit
of schoolboy chat, you know what kid's are.

I got to the Club and had to open the Bar straight away as the place was
full of Juniors training.

'Hi.' I looked up to see the handsome blonde boy from the previous night,
the one who may have been Sheepy's Andy.

'Hi. Can I help?' I stood back as always to let the punters see the display
cabinets.

'How's Matthew?'

'He's alright.'

'I thought he was drunk again last night,' the boy went on. 'I'm his mate
by the way. Andy.'

'Pleased to meet you, Andy. I didn't know you're a Club member.'

'Yeah, I joined a couple of weeks ago, so did Matthew,' he looked at me
keenly, a little too keenly as a matter of fact.

'Really.' The little sod hadn't mentioned that. 'Well, welcome to the Club,
Andy.'

'Cheers,' he looked at me again and I noticed he had pentrating grey eyes,
he'd make a brilliant policeman, he gave you the feeling he could see right
through you and he was beautiful, I was trying not to gawp.'

'I phoned up to find out how he was last night.'

'And.'

'He was staying at your place, or so his Dad said.'

'That's right.'

'Have fun?' he spoke quietly and smiled or should it be smirked.

'We got on OK,' I spoke cautiously. God knows where this kid was coming
from.

'I told you I was mate of his, a very good mate in fact,' Andy was staring
at me. 'A very close, good mate, if you know what I mean, he tells me
everything.'

'I think I get your drift.' Fuck me, this kid was jealous. He probably had
an idea what had gone on and he was warning me off. This was incredible, a
couple of weedy fifteen year olds and one of them was giving me a hard
time.

The Bar was empty at that time and Andy leant on the counter a mere six
inches away. 'Mind you I think you're tasty as well,' he gave a sudden
laugh and ran out with a quick wave on his way through the door.

Jeeezus.

 I came down to earth as one of the other kids came in and went into a life
and death discussion over the merits of Coke and Pepsi .... ah, well
.....back to business.


				  The End


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