Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2003 16:36:38 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: SHEEPY - 3 The Sequel to Sheepy

THIS STORY IS HOMOSEXUAL IN NATURE.
IT DEPICTS SEX ACT BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES.
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT IN WHICHEVER AREA
YOU MAY LIVE HIT THE BACK BUTTON.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNed


m/t (22 = 16)

GCutter66@aol.com for comments/criticism or just a chat.

I've got to clarify for some very confused EMailers: Mick the Barman is the
main character in Sheepy 1 and 2, his lover is Matthew (nickname Sheepy)
and the third boy is Andy. Mick sometimes calls Matthew by his full name,
Matt or Sheepy depending on the mood.

In this Sequel ..... well work it out for yourselves.


SEQUEL TO SHEEPY

by

G. Cutter


I checked my EMails and had five. Three for The Odd Job Boy and two for
Sheepy 1 + 2, my latest Dickensian masterpiece.

All the mails were good although one popped off saying I was too 'wordy'
but you can't please all the people all the time.  I thought there was
adequate sex but I liked some sort of story and I tend to let myself
go. Let's face it I write smut because I like writing smut and there's an
end to it. Someone else said I could have handled the death better so I'll
have to put a massacre in the next one.

Anyway, EMail number five was the shocker. I went something like this:
Shouldn't you have said Burford Hill Cricket and Football Club and
shouldn't you have said you're about twenty two or three and that your
name's Gary not Mike It was signed off: Your Sheepy (I think).

This one had to be replied to and I did just that, I asked him for more
info and if he was 'My Sheepy' I'd certainly like to communicate further.

The reply came back in a few minutes so he was obviously on line. He said
that his name was Matthew Carpenter, he'd got slightly drunk although he
remembered mooning exactly as I'd said in the story. The rest of if was
fiction especially the 'Sheepy' bit. Sheepy was one of his pal's nicknames
and not his at all.

I was pretty sure. I suppose the clincher was that he'd got the Club name
right, he was right about the nickname, it was just that it went with the
story. I asked he if he was on Instant Messenger as he was an AOL user and
he was. We organised to speak, I sat back and waited.

Sheepyboi: Cutterman, you bad, bad man. Hi!

Cutterman: How long you been Sheepyboi?

Sheepyboi: I registered it last night.

Cutterman: So, what's the point. RU into blackmail or something.

Sheepyboi: NEVER NEVER NEVER. I just want to get together. I wanna see if
you really love your Sheepy or if it's all a load of crap.

Cutterman: Try me Matthew.

Sheepyboi: Zits as well ?????

Cutterman: You can always put a paper bag over your head.

Sheepyboi: Charming. Why did you kill Sheepy off.

Cutterman: Hard to say. I got carried away. The threesome was a fuckup, I
should have kept the story short and cut out the Andy character.

Sheepyboi: You should have done that with Rent Boy and the one about the
schoolkids. The first chapters were a wrap.

Cutterman: You're dead right, Sheepy.

Sheepyboi: I love a pet name, don't kill me off though.

Cutterman: I won't as long as you don't find a number three.

Sheepyboi: Did you really fancy the bigger blonde of the three?

Cutterman: Yeah I did, only to suck and fuck though.

Sheepyboi: You're fuckin' priceless. His name's not Andy it's Ian and he's
as straight as a ruler.

Cutterman: No probs.

Sheepyboi: Can I meet with you? I can get night leave ... just say when.

Cutterman: RU saying what I thing UR saying?

Sheepyboi: Yeah. LOL and boyish giggles.

Cutterman: I normally finish around ninish Saturday this time of year and
don't have to go back until midday Sunday. Interested?

Sheepyboi: I'll be around your place (I know where you live, ho ho) around
ten Saturday night with a Night Leave Pass. Do I need to bring things.

Cutterman: I've got loads of food and beer. No sweat.

Sheepyboi: I was thinking of KY and condoms.

Cutterman: I'm clean, you're clean. Let's go bareback.

Sheepyboi: Now I've got to go and have a wank.  G'night lover.

Cutterman: Save some for me.  Signing off.

There you go, that was it. I wondered how many more of his little gang
ready Nifty, not too many I hope.  It never occured to me that kids like
that would read the Archive, especially the Gay Section. It just goes to
show. One thing was for sure, no more stories that close to home again.

We linked another couple of times and generally talked a load of crap. He
insisted he was a virgin and that I'd be his first, I took that with a
pinch of salt but that's me, ever the cynic. I didn't really know why I was
getting involved with this kid, at fifteen he was certainly illegal, he
wasn't good looking, his body was one to cry for rather than die for and he
had the worlds worst ever haircut. As far as haircuts go it should be in
The Barber's Hall of Shame.  All the same there was something about him,
his tight white ass when he mooned, his lopsided drunken grin, his sad
brown eyes plus the fact that I was sexstarved.

Saturday came and went, true to my prediction business was duff, the season
was ending and things always tailed off until the football got into
gear. So I was down outside my house just before ten o'clock. To cap it all
off the evening's light drizzle had turned into a steady downpour. I
galloped to my sidesteps and went up to collide with a huddled shape under
the little door lintel.

'Shite,' I'm soaked,' Matthew grinned at me in the gloom. 'Hi, Gar.'

'I prefer Gary, let's get inside, Dickhead,' I was soaked after all.

We went in and I clicked on the electric fire and turned to look at my
guest. He looked like a drown rat.

'How long you been here, Sheepyboi?'

About ten minutes,' he shed his windcheater thingy and dropped it on a
chair to dry out.

'Would you like a warm drink or a alcopop?'

'Whatcha got?'

Breezers or Red and Black Ice, coffee, cocoa.'

'Can I have a Red Ice?'

'You can but first get a bathrobe from the bathroom and get that wet gear
off.'

'Pushy,' he gave his big grin again but wandered off to the bathroom when
I'd pointed it out.

I got him a couple of bottles and decided that three would be his limit,
I'd settle for a couple of cans, that would give us enough to get on with
before bedtime.

I sat down and kicked my own shoes and socks off and toasted my bare feet
on my cheepo fluffy rug by the fire. This was how it should be, nice and
quiet, the sound of the rain on the roof and the promise of my uglybug, my
Sheepy, who just happened to emerge from the bathroom clad in my rather
tatty bathrobe and nothing else. Excellent, this kid wasn't wasting any
time.

'I spread my gear around,' he stood by me and looked down. 'Can I sit
down?'

'Here,' I patted a place alongside me on my little sofa.

'Cheers,' he sat alongside me and accepted his uncapped Ice. 'Jeez, that's
nice,' he took a long swallow and streched his legs out to the
fire. Totally hairless, as smooth as a baby's bottom, I could feel myself
thicken and begin to fill out.

'Your story was sad, a bit over the top,' he laughed. 'Bit too much of the
lovey dovey.'

'I like the lovey dovey,' I put my arm around his thin shoulders and
lightly kissed him on the side of the neck. 'Don't you?'

'Dunno,' he croaked. 'Never tried it.'

'But you want to,' I nuzzled his neck again and let my unoccupied hand drop
onto his towelling covered thigh.'

'Yeah,' his voice was barely above a whisper. 'With you.'

'Excellent.' I kept my lips on his neck as his head dropped back and he
closed his eyes. I gently parted the robe at his crotch and with his
privates still covered stroked his ultra smooth thigh sliding my hand
higher and higher.

'Don't stop,' he giggled and turned his head, his hungry lips met mine as
my wandering hand finally cupped his smooth scrotum. His balls were tight
in their sac and I knew his penis was hard and straight up his belly but
still hidden from view, then again we had all night.

The gentle kiss got less gentle as his wet tongue pushed at my lips and I
opened my mouth to admit the warmth of his breath and the slipperyness of
his tongue. I tugged his robe apart to expose his slender frame. He was
beautifully white, not a trace of summer tanning and not a zit to be seen
he was perfect and what was more perfect was his erection stretching up his
belly in all it's glory, the pale skinned shaft topped by a dark pink glans
oozing a trickle of watery precum.

'God. That's one nice cock you've got there, Sheepy.'

'You're so romantic,' he giggled and sat back and let me handle the
surprisingly thick shaft. He reached for his Ice and took another swig. 'I
wanna do it all tonight,' he looked at me sideways. Be loved, make
love.........'

'We shall,' I promised. 'A night to remember.'

'That was the fuckin' Titanic,' he laughed. 'It ain't going to be that bad,
is it?'

'I hope not,' I reached for my can. The sooner the bloody beer was out of
the way the sooner we could get to bed.

'What I can't understand in the story is why you keep knocking Sheepy and
concentrated on this Andy guy. Then when we talk in real life you're not
into the Andy guy at all you want me, you want your Sheepy.' He looked at
me. 'Comments?'

'You didn't understand the story. Mike always did love Sheepy, Andy just
got in the way and fucked things up. It was hard to write, perhaps I cocked
it up.'

'Maybe,' Matthew grinned. 'But you'll settle for Sheepy now?'

'What do you think,' I slipped to my knees on the fluffy rug and dropped my
head. His tight hairless ball bag was delicious, it tasted sweet, it smelt
clean, he must have had a bath before he came out. I licked up his jerking
shaft and put my teeth onto the side with a gentle pressure.

'How come you like all these Pokemon lookalikes and all your little chums
are black haired half breeds, how come you finish up with a brown haired
Anglo?'

'Take what you can get, dontcha?' I ducked my head again.

'Don't bite, don't bite,' he squirmed laughing and giggling. He didn't see
me lick my finger.

I took the precum slick end of his penis in my mouth and gently sucked as
he moaned and held my head.

'Aaah,' his body jerked as my finger pushed at his pucker and slipped
inside. 'Gawd,' he raised his knees and fell back into the sofa. 'Gonna do
me here, in front of the fire,' he whined.

'No, I want you in the bed,' I slowly worked my finger in and out of his
tight boy fanny. I wanted this kid so hard it hurt. 'Come on,' I slipped my
finger free and pulled him to his feet. 'We can catch up with the drink
later.'

'Yeah,' he agreed with a little smirk and followed me into the bedroom with
his gleaming hardness poking from the opening in his robe leading the way.

I've got to interject at this point and put things straight.  In the
stories I rather gave the impression that I had a small place with a small
bedroom and such, well that isn't so. My place takes up the whole top half
of a small house and I've got tons of room. My bedroom faces the garden and
I've got a double bed, more than enough for me and one skinny underfed
overnight guest. Hope that sets the record straight. ... I wasn't living in
a slum.

'Eeek,' Matthew squealed as I pushed him onto the bed and promptly dived
onto his bones. 'You're as hard as a rock,' he'd grabbed at my groin and
was fumbling around trying to down my zip.

'And you're not?' Tell you what, the repartee was sizzling.

After a friendly wrestle or a romantic struggle depending how you like your
blue prose I got to straddle his boyish body and nestled my jean clad
bottom on his thick cock and nearly hairless balls.

'You're squashing me,' he giggled and looked up slipping the point of his
tongue over his upper lip.

'You've been reading my stories,' I ducked my head and kissed him
lightly. 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna be sore for a week. When
I've finished with you we'll be able to park school buses in your fanny,' I
growled. I could really get into dirty chat.

'I'd rather park school boys in there,' he giggled and pushed up strongly
dislodging me. The next few minutes were spent wrestling about getting
naked. I only had to get his bathrobe off and that was it, he had more to
do, so, I pleasured myself carressing his smooth white body and kissing as
much of him as I could. I left his bobbing penis alone for the time being,
there was loads of time for that.

'You're big,' we finally lay together and he looked down at my erection
juting up on my belly.  'Bigger than mine,' he seemed a little jealous.

'You've got time to grow,' I reassured him. For Christ sake what was he
whinging about, he was showing a good six inches and maybe a little more. A
slight boy he may have been but down below he had nothing to be ashamed
of. 'Diving Stations, klaxon, klaxon.' I made like a submarine and dived, I
dived straight onto his succulent joint with it's thick white shaft and
it's oh so tasty weepy ol' knob.

'Aaah, Gary-eee,' he arched his back and thrust into my mouth nearly
choking me in the process. If the little prick thought this was a one way
street he was sadly mistaken, I started to turn on the bed bringing my own
offering closer to his mouth. 'Yeah,' he breathed as he grasped my hot
maleness and took an experimental lick and then another.

'You like,' I mumbled around his boymeat.

'Yeah,' he laughed softly and licked up my shaft, tickled my glans with the
tip of his tongue and finally slowly sank his moist lips over the end of my
aching cock.

It couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes and he was struggling to
free himself.

'I'm gonna cum. I thought we were gonna.........'

'Let it flow,' I grinned. 'We've got all night and I want to give you the
taste test first,' I reapplied myself to his hot meat, his balls were so
tight in their bag, I knew he was gonna cum, he must have thought I was
some sort of a dummy.

He groaned and pushed deep into my throat releasing a long jet of thick
white spunk, then another and another. I choked and gobbled thrusting into
his hot wetness and spurted myself. We both gobbled away like a brace of
turkeys drinking each other's essence and then mouthed and licked at spent
sexual organs, He did well, I did well. I pulled him up the bed and we
kissed and mouthed each other lost in the passionate afterglow of an
excellent climax.

'I'm fucked,' he snuggled up with a tired smile on his face.

'Not yet, Sheepyboi.'

'That's your favourite line innit?'

'Just about,' I laughed and squeezed him so hard that he gasped. 'I love a
boy with lots of juice.'

'You are such a dirty sod.' He laughed. 'Anyway, they call it jizz in the
stories.'

'Stories are made up, this isn't.' I nipped the end of his nose. 'See what
I mean?'

'That hurt,' he rubbed his nose and looked at me reproachfully.

'I'll kiss it better.' This I did and finished up with my tongue down his
throat again. I could love this eager boy completely but it was early days
and we had all night long to get to know each other a whole lot
better. 'Lie on your tummy.'

'Why?' He smiled at me, he knew why.

'I wanna kiss your bum.'

'Oh, is that all,' he gave a little smile and rolled over and parted his
legs. He knew what came next, he'd read the story.

I did kiss his soft cheeks more than once in fact, I kissed and licked the
smooth satiny skin and gradually licked into his crack until I felt him
relax. I gently parted his buns and there it was, his reddish brown pucker
invited me as I slid my tongue in and licked getting nearer and nearer to
his gateway, his entrance, the portal of his Tunnel of Love.

'Ooh,' he flinched as my wet tounge slipped over his pucker for the first
time.  'Mmm, that's nice,' he wriggled his fanny as I licked deeper and
deeper my tongue trying to force it's way into his inner self.

'Don't do the finger bit.'

'Why not, it'll relax your muscle.'

'Just use a bit of that oily stuff, I want to feel it,' he mumbled into the
pillow and pushed his ass up towards my face.  How could I refuse this
sweet kid. I nuzzled at his saliva coated ring and reached for the KY.

'Oooh,' he flinched again as I applied the clear gel and just poked my
finger a litle way in just enough to smear some inside his hot hole. he was
ready and so was I.

'You ready, Sheepy?'

'Love that name,' he giggled and pushed up again impaling himself on my
still probing finger. 'Make love to me, Gary. Gently please. Just love me.'

'Always, Matthew,' I guided my swollen and dripping glans to his hole and
gently pushed. I looked down and I could feel my thick shaft glide between
his cheeks and my slippery glans pierce his virginity.

'Slowly, slowly,' he grabbed the pillow and turned his head, I kissed him
and sank deeper into his wonderfully warm and welcoming flesh.' I could get
to like this,' he giggled into my kisses. I didn't reply I just started to
move in and out and gain a little depth at each tender push.

'You alright.' I paused and in response he shoved his little boy bum up
onto my rock hard cock. Apparently so. I started to slowly fuck again until
I felt my pubics press against his soft white bubbles of flesh. I was
in. Just a further little shove and I could feel my all trapped in his
tight love nest.

'That's incredible,' he pushed up a little as if testing the water. 'It
feels fantastic .... you feel fantastic.' He gave another little push
up. He was ready.

I started to move in and out slowly at first and then a bit faster digging
deeper and deeper into his writhing boy flesh. For a novice he was a good
lover, he clamped his sweet cheeks on my cock as I fucked and he gave a
little push up every time I thrust in.

'Fuck me, harder, Gary,' he pushed up even harder forcing his middle off
the bed and his tight ass into my pounding and increasingly violent
fuck. We were getting ourselves into a doggy position and he was loving it.
'Harder, harder,' he kept forcing me back and I kept shafting him
corkscrewing now and then letting my swollen and aching glans explore every
corner of his hot gut.

Suddenly he flopped onto his belly and my steaming cock slipped from it's
sweet nest.

'For fuck's sake, Sheepy.'  I was on the verge of cumming, I was fuckin'
furious.

'Quick, put it in,' he babbled as he rolled onto his back and tucked his
knees into his chest. 'Finish me off, Gary.'

Dead right. I wasn't playing games this time. I slipped my oily glans
across his pucker and shoved in deep and hard.

'Aaah,' he actually screamed. Christ knows what the downstairs neighbours
thought but I was past all that. I put my hands on the backs of his legs
and parted them, dropped my head and kissed him savagely and pounded deeper
and deeper, harder and harder into his sweet boy pussy.

'I'm cumming,' I groaned into his hot mouth and he just kept kissing, he
was having fun.

Here it comes. I could feel my balls up tight, the familiar feel of heat
searing up my shaft and possibly the longest and juciest cum of my life
spurting and splattering into his tight and by now well battered butt. I
moved my hips and dug in deeper if that was possible, my heated cock just
pumped and squirted, it was the climax of a lifetime and my sweet Sheepy
lay there moaning and pressing his legs onto my sweaty back.

'That was incredible,' he grinned in delight. 'You've flooded me,' he
squeezed his sweet tush and kissed me hard and long.

'That was incredible,' I grinned down at him. I had to agree, hadn't I?

'I'm so hard,' he whined like a little boy and his hardness jerked on his
belly as I slowly and carefully slipped my softening organ from his body, a
trickle of semen slipped down his legs as he lowered them to the bed.

'I'll get your drink and we'll sort that out,' I assured him as I got from
the bed and left but not before a swift butterfly kiss.

I was back at the speed of light and gave him his bottle, he just lay there
panting like he'd done a three minute mile. Dunno why, I'd done all the
work. I felt absolutely knackered but I wanted this sweet kid inside me
..... and then we could start all over again.

He sat up in the bed a little sipping his drink and stroking my hair as I
lay my head on his warm chest.

'I think I'm in love,' he whispered and kised the top of my head.

'Who with?'

'You. You cretin.' He rapped on the top of my head with his knuckles.

'Oi, that hurt.'

'Aaah, poor diddums,' he giggled and started to move down the bed until we
were face to face. 'I love you.'

'Ditto,' I kissed him gently on the lips, no tongue this time.

'Say it,' he stared at me. 'Tell me, Gary.'

'I love you Sheepyboi, I love you as well Matthew, I love you both.'

'Not like the story? No third party?'

'Just you, lover. Just you.'

'Excellent,' he sighed as if with relief and hugged me tightly. I could
feel his hardness pressing against my flaccid penis. Well it was flaccid
but it was hardening up again as he gently moved his belly against mine. He
was ready, his beautiful cock was hot and hard against my flesh. My Sheepy
was up for it.

'How do you want me, lover?' I wasn't into sexy voices but this one seemed
to work, he hugged me even harder and grinned.

'I want you pinned to the bed with my lance of romance thrust deep in you
innards, then I'm gonna fuck you to............'

'Oi, oi. I'm supposed to be the romantic writer, you're supposed to be the
love slave.'

'Over my dead body,' Matthew rolled me over roughly and leapt on my back. I
felt his legs go between mine and force mine apart. 'Who gets to make love,
Sheepy or Matthew,' he whispered in my ear, I could feel his swollen glans
nudge at my crack.

'When you get it sorted out take it easy,' I purred. I hadn't been fucked
for a long time but I'd settle for a bit of spit, I wanted to feel every
inch of this fantastic kid, I wanted to feel him take me and take me
slowly. I suppose the test of a good lover is if they want to give pleasure
whist taking theirs. I think I was on pretty firm ground with Matthew or
Sheepy depending on which one did the dirty deed. I was going to be loved
by a split personality and I wasn't sure if I'd get half the sex or a
double dose. Sod it, half an hour with my Sheepyboi was worth a day with
Jack Ryder, or was it. Course it was.

There was a cerain lack of action whilst he positioned himself between my
legs and then I felt his slippery knob at my cleft, thank God he remembered
the KY, I'd let him forget it next time.

'You alright?' He whispered and I felt his knob slip between my cheeks.

'Take it easy, Matthew.'

'You gotta call me Sheepy in bed.' He giggled and I felt his slippery and
weeping glans at my pucker and then the briefest of pains as his bulbous
glans foced and entry. Part of him was in me. I liked that, it sounded
poetic.

'Shut up yakking,' I wanted that six inch weapon of his in me to the hilt
and then some more. 'Sheepy,' I added. I didn't want him copping the hump
and raping the neighbour's boychild.

'OK,' he whisped in my ear and gently nibbled same with another
progression, he was sinking in ever so slowly but not fucking his way in. I
wasn't used to this tactic, it was strange, it was as if I could feel the
rim of his glans, the blue veins on his white shaft every lump and bump not
that his beautiful cock had anything so yeuchy on it's virginal white
shaft.

'You done this before, Sheepy,' I pushed up on his remorseless advance.

'No, first time,' he continued to push.

'Move in and out a bit, you're hurting me.'

'Aw, shit. I'm sorry, Gary. I'm so sorry.' He'd frozen with his hot meat
half in and half out of my willing body.

'Slowly, kid. Fuck your way in slowly,' I pushed up again and he
started. This time it was better, the more he moved the more the KY and
precum lubricated me and the easier it became.

'Oh, my God,' he whined as he started to bottom out with his finely haired
pubics brushing and then crushing against my bum. 'This is fuckin'
glorious.'

'Ditto,' I grinned and pushed up hard into his groin.

'Want it rough, do you,' he gave a mock snarl and rammed in deep and hard.

'Too true, wimpo.' I pushed back harder nearly throwing him off the bed.

'Right, Super Sheepy is going to fuck you silly,' he started to ram into my
body like a maniac. I loved it, I continued to push up against his frenzied
assault. I could feel every inch of his sturdy boycock as it slid in and
out of my well oiled tunnel. I was in heaven, he was such good sex.

'Twist and turn,' I pushed back forcibly. Keep it in me hard.' I started to
move. It was a pretty straightforward maneuver but a bit strange for a
tyro. He soon got it and with a bit of shuffling around I was on by back
with my undercarriage retracted and he was facing me pounding away deep and
hard.

'Now we can kiss,' he grinned.

'So we can,'I grabbed his neck and pulled his head down as he fucked like a
rabbit on crack.

He didn't give any warning, he just moaned and I felt it. I felt his penis
seem to swell and then pulse or throb and the spurting and splashing as he
spent his climax in my body. He moved slower and slower voiding his hot
juices in my belly until I could feel them oozing from my hole as he slowly
moved. He was a very virile young man, I'd lost count of his spurts I just
felt squishy enough to know it was a hell of a lot.

'That was a good one,' he gasped giving me a slobbery kiss, I think he was
out of breath.

'Keep it in, kitten,' I clutched his sweaty buns and kept him in me. 'I
could leak.'

'That's so gross,' he grimaced. 'That's fuckin' disgusting.'

'It's your bloody fault, you came like the Black Bloody Stallion.'

'Did I?' He grinned proudly. 'Super Sheepyboi strikes again.'

'Shut up, pillock.'

'Is pillock a pet name as well?' We sweatily snuggled belly to belly and I
felt his softening penis slip from my well battered bum. God knows what the
bed was like, I didn't want to look.

''I gotta get up, I gotta go to the toilet otherwise it's be Baby Sheepies
all over the place.'

'You're disgusting,' he guffawed as he rolled clear. I could see he was
well pleased with himself. Never mind, I'd get my revenge later, it was
going to be a long night.

We finished up in my lounge or whatever, him in my old bathrobe and me with
a towel around my middle. We continued with our drinks and watched the fire
as the rain continued to hammer down on the roof. It was beginning to sound
like a stormy night was brewing.

'I could get marooned here for a week or so,' Matthew spoke wistfully and
lay his head on my shoulder his hair tickling my nose.

'That'd be sad,' I kissed the top of his head. 'We'd starve. We'd have to
eat each other.'

'Sixty nine to death,' he laughed and snuggled his back into my body. 'I
love you, you know, Cutterman.'

'I'm glad.'

'I'm glad you're glad.' He giggled 'Now you're supposed to say......'

'Shurrup.'

'How's the story, I mean our story going to end?'

'You got rich parents?'

'No.'

'You got a mate who fancies me?'

'I hope not,' he laughed.

'You reckon you'll get a flash motorbike for your eighteenth?'

'Not unless Dad cops the Lottery.'

'Right then. It ends like this.' I pushed up and rolled him onto the carpet
in front of the fire and kissed his belly and then sucked on one of his
little boy titties.'

'How does it end?' He squealed as I nipped one of his nips.

'Only one way, my lover, my Sheepy.' I kissed him on his sweet lips and
gazed into his beautiful brown eyes. 'And they all lived happily ever
after!!'


				  THE END


GCutter66@aol.com I hope you liked this one. Look out for JACK'S REVENGE
and MY BOY JOE coming soon to a Nifty Theatre near you.