Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2003 18:12:32 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Sheepy - 5

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content, This eans that if features
sex between consenting men, youths and maybe boys. If you don't like this
sort of stuff LEAVE NOW. If you are under age in your particular are LEAVE
NOW. If you're OK with this READ ON.

In my alternate Universe there are no such things as AIDS and STDs so my
characters have no use for condoms and the like.

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SHEEPY - 5


SHEEPY REVISITED - PART 2


by


G. Cutter


It had been a long day and I was pretty much on my knees. I'd entertained
or been entertained by a seventeen year old schoolboy for the previous
night and I was desperately hoping that it wasn't going to be a one night
stand. I know what kids are like, once they taste the forbidden fruit
they're likely to go into withdrawal. I was hoping my Oliver was made of
sterner stuff.

I'd brought him upto the Club to collect his scooter around tennish, he'd
given me a cheery wave and he was away. I had promised to cover the
Saturday and Sunday doing the bar and I was being paid for it so I couldn't
do a lot other than sit and suffer.

It was six thirty and the scrag end of the footballers were getting merry
if not drunk, they'd save that happy event for their own local pubs, thank
the Lord. What was upsetting me was that there was no sign of Ollie and
he'd promised to come up for me around six. I felt like shit, I just wanted
to listen to a Dido song and cry. That's the trouble with being a romantic,
I'd fallen so hard for this kid, a kid who was six foot three by the
way. As I said, I'd fallen so hard and I really thought he'd felt the same
way.

'Hey, hey, Scotty.'

I span around expecting Ollie but it was his little mate, a blond kid
called Peter. Peter was quite dishy in his own way but tiny, he looked to
be around fourteen although I knew perfectly well he was sixteen.

'Hi, mate,' I looked at him pretending I didn't remember his name. 'You
haven't seen Ollie have you?'

'Yeah,' he gave me a shit eating grin, the little sod was teasing me. 'He's
paying the taxi.'

'Taxi?' I stood there like an idiot, I even missed the last three
footballers leaving the place.

'Yeah, his moped packed up down my place, so we hopped a taxi.'

'Christ, rich kids,' I laughed out loud with relief. I did wonder what
Peter was doing here but no doubt my Ollie would have a plan. I forgot to
mention Ollie should get a job for MI6 or the CIA, he was plotter and a
planner.

'Hi, Scotty,' Ollie came into the bar with a broad grin on his handsome
face, Peter was pretty, Ollie was handsome, he was all boy, all six foot
three of him ... not forgetting the extra eight inches. 'Bloody bike's
packed up.'

'So Peter was saying.' I remembered late last night, a kid wishing Ollie
good night and telling him to get lucky, that kid was Peter. These two were
upto something. I looked at Ollie and then at Peter. 'What's the scam,
boys?'

Ollie looked around and after making sure no one was around moved upto the
bar. 'You want Pete and myself give you a hand clear up.'

'Yeah, OK.' I was a little less than enthusiastic, these two were cooking
something up.

'Then you can buy us a drink,' Peter chipped in. He might be short stuff
but he wasn't short on mouth.

Anyway, to cut a long story short we cleaned up and a half hour later the
place was shut down and down to one light. I kept the end shutter open and
gave the boys a Smirnoff Ice apiece, a real schooly drink. We wandered over
and sat at a table in the gloom looking at our reflections in the plate
glass window, it was as black as the hobs of hell outside and it had only
just gone seven

'So, whassup Doc?' I did a passable Bugs Bunny looking at Ollie but sensing
Peter's hot little eyes fixed on me. If I didn't know any better I'd think
the munchkin had a crush on me. Mind you I felt so much better, Ollie was
here and that was enough. An hour previously I'd been on the verge of
suicide or playing a Dido record which is pretty much the same thing.

Ollie looked at the window, he looked at the bar and then he studied his
glass. He did everything except look at me, what the hell was going on?

'Peter wants us to show him,' he blurted out in the end. My Ollie had gone
a very delicate shade of red.

'He what?'

'Peter wants to see how we do it,' Ollie mumbled.

'Peter can get fucked,' I glared at my lover. 'Are you both fuckin' mad?'

I think the expression is a frigid silence, that must have lasted for a
full two or three minutes.

'Don't get mad, Scotty,' Ollie actually had tears in his eyes. 'Peter's a
mate of mine.' Good old Peter sat as quite as a churchmouse.

'I thought I was a bit of a mate,' I looked at him. 'Why did you tell him,
it was between us. It was you and me, nobody else.' I was on the verge of
tears myself. How could he have done it. He'd betrayed me.

'No you're not,' Ollie suddenly seemed to pull himself together. 'You're my
lover, that's a bit more than a mate.'

I couldn't believe this. Sitting in a darkened Clubhouse in the middle of
nowhere talking man on man sex with a couple of schoolies, it was bloody
surreal, better than that, it was Monty-bloody-Python. The little blonde
prick wanted to watch, he wanted to bloody well watch, I thought I was
going mad ..... or perhaps Ollie and Peter were mad.

'So, I thought,' I looked at Ollie. 'It was so good and now you've done
this,' I felt like shit, I could feel tears in the corner of my eyes. My
beautiful Ollie had turned out to be a twenty four carat arsehole. I
couldn't believe it.

'Can I talk?' Ollie took a sip of his drink and had the grace to look
ashamed.

'Go on.'

'You've been mates with Gary for, what ten years?'

'Twelve.'

'OK, twelve years. You know about him and Matthew and you couldn't care
less. To you it's perfectly normal ... yeah?'

'Yeah, to me it's normal. Not to other people thought.'

'What's normal, what isn't?' Ollie knew how to ask a rhetorical
question. Bully for good schooling.

'Get on with it, Ollie. I'm getting a bit pissed off.'

'In a minute,' he stood towering above me like a giant. I thought for one
terrible minute ...... he pulled out a fiver. 'Can we have another drink?'

'Yeah.' I supressed a sigh of relief and went to the bar, I got three as
little Peter was looking like Little Orphan Anny with a broken dildo. 'Go
on,' I spoke to Ollie. In fact, I was feeling a bit better and wondering
how to get out of this mess, I didn't want to lose him but we had to be
discreet not talk about our private life to every Tom, Dick and Harry.

'Right,' Ollie pulled himself together. 'Peter and I have been friends for
around nine years, we met at school when we were both around seven or
eight. We've been the best of friends ever since. We shared out first
wank.' Both of them stared at the carpet like a pair of virgins. 'Peter
knew I had the hots for you at first and he knew when the hots turned into
a full blown crush. Right, Pete?'

'Yeah.' The muppet was still with us.

'Go on.'

'When this party came up Peter suggested the bike conking out bit .....'

'He organised the rain as well?'

'Not quite,' Ollie smiled at last. 'I got lucky there.........'

'You also got lucky because I fancied you something rotten.'

'Yeah, that helped,' Ollie smiled at me, a bit more like the Ollie of last
night. 'What I'm getting at is that Peter knew what was happening, what did
happen. I couldn't lie to him, he's my best and oldest mate for Christ's
sake.'

'Alright, alright,' I held my hand up. 'Don't get excited. So Peter knew
anyway. He knows about Gary and his Sheepy. What is his problem?'

'He's deadly shy,' Ollie started ticking off on his fingers. 'He's got a
crush on everyone in town including you and me. He's sixteen but he loooks
around fourteen. He wants to get into the action but he's scared.'

'Why. For Christ's sake, he's legal.' I looked at the boy in
exasperation. What was the matter with the kid? I didn't have my first gay
session until I was seventeen. Perhaps he was a late starter, some are.

'I can't help it,' Peter wailed and burst into a flood of tears. Boy, did
that kid cry, I thought he was going to blow a gasket.

'Come on, come on,' Ollie moved over and put his arm across Peter's
shoulders. 'I'll take you home in a bit.'

'I thought your scooter was knackered.'

'I can get a taxi,' Ollie looked at me. His eyes were red and weepy, we
were like a bunch of tarts, not a man amongst us.

'You don't need a taxi,' I looked at them both. 'I don't want to lose you
Ollie, it's break my fucking heart. Peter can stay the night with us.'

'You mean that,' Ollie beamed.

'You and I are lovers, we're adopting Peter until he gets a chum sorted out
... that's the deal.' I smiled at him. 'The things you do for love, eh?'

'Thank you, Scotty,' Peter had reduced to a snuffle now.

'I wanna say it's alright,' I looked at the blond kid. 'But I can't.'

'Sorry.'

'Don't be,' I actually mustered a smile. 'Just remember you've been
adopted, you've got two Daddies and they're both randy Daddies......'

'Anything could happen tonight,' Ollie grinned back to his normal self,
well, not quite but he was getting there.

'Yeah,' I sighed. 'One for the road.' I went to the bar, I needed to numb
myself for the coming night. Mind you Peter was a good looking little kid.

'Cheers.' Both Ollie and Peter took their bottles.

'I'm not to happy about this demonstration bit, or him watching,' I looked
at Ollie.

'Really,' Ollie grinned and gave me a sly wink. That's the test of a good
partner, they can read you're mind.

'I think we should involve Peter, he can sleep in with us. Call it a
training nodule.'

'Call it sex,' Ollie guffawed.

'No, none of that,' Peter was having second thoughts.

'Yeah, lots of that.' I moved over and he was between us. Ollie still had
his arm casually draped over the kid's shoulder, I planted a kiss on his
smooth cheek.'

'Eek,' Peter squealed like a girl and went bright red.

'Show him, Ollie. You're his mate.'

Ollie looked at me and smiled. he put his hands either side of Peter's face
and kissed him fully on the lips. I felt the kid go rigid and then
relax. Peter was going to be alright. Just to check I dropped my hand into
his lap, he jerked again but not before I felt hard meat in his thin
trousers. Yeah, Peter was going to be alright. Ollie and I would look after
him.

'After this,' Ollie broke free from his kiss and held the bottle up.

'After this.' I agreed and held my bottle up too. 'The Three Musketeers.'

Peter decided to choke on his so after his spluttering fit sorted itself
out we locked up and left. Thank God tomorrow's Sunday.

Unlike the previous night it was bright and clear, it had only just turned
seven so I detoured and we picked up some fish and chips for home. Let me
tell you that a Bedford Rascal is not built to take one normal person, a
seventeen year old giant and a giggly sixteen year old who now and then
gave a good impression of a retard. The hot bags of fish and chips didn't
help, especially when Peter dropped them amongst my foot pedals.

I was just a little bit stressed by the time we got home. All I wanted to
do was cuddle up with Ollie and we had a glove puppet for an overnight
guest. 'Get up the stairs,' I patted Peter on the bottom, I wasn't that
stressed.

'Slut,' Ollie whispered and slapped me on the same place.

It was better when we got indoors, I unpacked the food and we all settled
watching Channel Garbage and munching away with the mandatory Smirnoff Ice
by our feet. Being Lord of the Manor I grabbed half the two seater and
unfortunately finished up with Peter as my partner, Ollie sat in the
armchair opposite giving me dirty looks. This was going to be such a fun
evening.

'What we doing before bed?' Peter asked brightly.

I just looked at Ollie and rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, childminding
just wasn't my scene. Jeez Peter was sixteen and he performed like an
infant, perhaps my retard thought was nearer the mark than I thought.

'I wanna word with you in a bit,' I frowned at Ollie. I needed a bit of
reassurance. I didn't mind a slightly dopey sixteen year old but I was
going to draw the line if he was 'slow', that could be very bad news
indeed.

'We can play with Scotty's computer and see what sites he likes,' Ollie
grinned thinking he'd put me on the spot.

'Feel free children,' I laughed. 'Peter needs to let his hair down,' I
squeezed the boy's knee, this time there was no jerk or twitch, he was
getting a bit confident.

'Peter needs to let his trousers down,' Ollie grinned.

'Turn it on, Ollie,' I got up and began to scavenge all the wrappers and
junk. 'We may as well surf the thingy for a bit, it might open Peter's eyes
a bit.'

'Might open my eyes a bit,' Ollie laughed.

'Come here,' I stood in front of Ollie and beckoned him to his feet. 'Peter
wants a demo.........' I grabbed him and kissed. A boyfriends kiss, a
moment later a lover's kiss.

'Wow,' Peter grinned like a chipmunk. 'That was hot,' he adjusted the front
of his trousers. The little ratfink was getting off watching Ollie and me
having a snog.

'You are so sweet,' I spoke to Peter and glanced at Ollie. 'When we go to
bed, I'm gonna suck you dry and then Ollie and myself can get some peace
and quiet.'

'You wouldn't dare,' Peter crimsoned up again and backed off.

'And I'm gonna snog your tasty little bubble butt,' Ollie added.

'Yeuch, dirty pratts,' Peter giggled and moved out of range.

'This is the kid who wanted a demo,' Ollie laughed.

'Come on girls, computer time.'

Two hours later my head was nodding and my eyes were drooping. Every site I
went onto Ollie and Peter ooohed and aaahed, it was like a kid's matinee at
the cinema. It was hell. The only consolation was that I could see clear
evidence that they were both as horny as hell, it could be a very
interesting night.

Little Peter beginning to yawn gave me chance I wanted, I looked over the
smaller boy's head and winked at my lover, Ollie. 'I'm, just about ready
for bed,' I gave a very theatrical yawn. The trouble with yawning is that
it's catching, next thing was we were all at it.

'I'll sleep well tonight,' Peter was still gazing at boys on the computer
monitor.

'Wanna bet.' Ollie and myself spoke as one and then sat laughing like a
pair of clowns.

'How far did you go last night?' Peter spoke again without taking his eyes
from the screen.

'All the way,' Ollie beat me to the draw. 'All the way like you're going
tonight.'

'I dunno.......' Peter was looking nervous again

'Come on, Pete,' Ollie grinned. 'This is what you wanted, this is what you
get. Two for the price of one. We're just gonna check out that all your
bits are working and then we're going to find you a little boyfriend.'

'Not too little,' Peter giggled. 'Hoy, what do you mean ... if all my bits
are working.' He'd just absorbed what Ollie had actually said.

'He means these bits,' I put my hand onto his crotch and
squeezed. Surprise, surprise, he was hard of course but he wasn't a weenie,
it felt a fair size, this one I had to see. Maybe it wasn't going to be an
abuse Peter night after all, if he played his cards right he might get to
do a bit of the abusing.

I looked at Ollie, he looked at me. 'Let's hit the sack, kids.'

I felt like a ..... well I don't know what I felt like escorting my young
lover and his munchkin mate to bed. I'd wanted a nice relaxing lovey dovey
night with my Ollie and we'd finished up in a threesome with a slightly
demeted dwarf. Could be fun or it could be a disaster. What if Peter copped
out half way through the session, what if he got cold feet, mind you, that
should be cold heart I suppose.

Ollie had no qualms at least he kicked off his trainers and sat on the bed
to take his socks off, Peter stood there like a shop dummy looking down at
him.

'You are sharing the bed, Pete,' I reminded him.

'Get your kit off then. I don't want you sitting there perving me.'

God knows what he thought we were going to do in bed. Perv him? I wanted to
get up his tiny little boy bum and give him bloody babies.

I shrugged and started to strip, by now Ollie was down to his underwear, I
noticed he'd moved over to boxers which did nothing to hide his enormous
stalk. Peter didn't bat an eyelid, then again if they'd shared wanks in the
past he'd have seen it all before.

'Taking them off, Ollie,' I asked conversationally. I was not down to my
briefs and I could feel Peter's saucerlike eyes on me, he was pigging out
on scantily clad dick, about forteen inches if we did a quick
calculation. Fourteen inches of cock is enough to make anyone's eyes water.

'I thought you or Peter'd like to do that,' Ollie smirked. At least one of
us was enjoying the show. Peter had finally gotten rid of his trainers and
he sat on the bed. This is what Ollie must have been waiting for, he
grabbed the tiny lad and spreadeagled him on the bed. 'Time for the
training session, he started to struggle with Peter trying to get the kid's
sweat shirt off. I leapt on the bed and went for the runt's jeans. He was
as hard as a chocolate frog the dirty little sod.

To cap it all off he had a fit of the giggles and was going a bright red, I
was sure his head was going to detonate at any moment. Ollie got his jumper
off and proceeded to suffocate the kid with his lips, Peter's giggles
suddenly stopped and he was furiously kissing Ollie and groping him through
the thin material of his boxers. I could see a damp patch forming, Ollie
was getting a tad excited.

Every other kid in the neighbourhood, the county or the country was wearing
baggies or cargoes, our Peter had decided to wear jeans made for a ten year
old and they were new which didn't help. I was having a Godawful struggle
getting them down his skinny legs and enormous feet. I imagined that he
must have a chimp in the family tree somewhere because the outline of his
penis wasn't quite what it should be. He certainly had nothing to be
ashamed about, OK it wasn't an eight inch monster, thank God but it was a
respectable five or six inches, it was definitely over the top for a kid
with his slight build. I'd got lucky again. I finally managed to get rid of
his bloody jeans and started to lap and kiss from his knees up headed you
know where. He just kept on snogging with my Ollie and he'd even pulled
down the front of Ollies boxers and was gently handling my boyfriend's
impressive erection. He had tight little briefs on which did nothing to
hide his boysex which I nuzzled throught the tight cotton.

'Oh, oh.' I heard him gasp and I glancing up his little rounded belly saw
him wanking Ollie like he was trying to pull Ollie's pride and joy out by
the root.

I peeled the waistband of his briefs down and his boy cock sprang clear, it
was easily five inches which was good enough and he sported a whispy pubic
bush of blonde hair exactly the same colouring as the hair on his head. He
nearly took off like a Harrier as I slowly licked the length of his cock
and then back down to the base again. I managed to get his tight ballbag in
my mouth and let his little nuts slip about in my mouth. It must have been
a first for him because I looked up to see him detatched from Ollie's organ
and just looking at the ceiling with a dopey grin on his face.

Ollie was lapping and softly nibbling Peter's coral pink nipples, the kid
was in heaven. I glanced at Ollie and he looked at me with a grin. I gotta
tell you we must have been telepathic, I left Peter's scrotum and lifted
the kid's legs and Ollie dove straight down and took Peter into his mouth
and took on where I'd left off. I pushed Peter's legs down onto his chest
and before he realised what was going on I was attacking his little
sphincter with my tongue and lips.

He started to giggle and squeal like a little piglet as I glued my face to
his delicious little rump and gave him a first class rimming or plating,
depends where you come from I suppose.

'I'm gonna squirt.' Peter was thrashing around as Ollie's head bobbed up
and down on slippery boy meat. I tried to remember that this kid was in
fact sixteen and not as young as he looked, he was very obviously sexually
mature in spite of his size and there's no reason why he couldn't cum. I'd
cum if someone was sucking my dick and my rear end at the same time.

God, his arse was delicious, if I peeled his cheeks apart a little I could
see the hint of red inner flesh. I wanted to fuck him so bad. That was the
curious thing, I wanted to fuck Peter but I wanted to make love to Ollie.

'Oooooh,' Peter spasmed and thrust his skinny hips upwards and I saw Ollie
swallow and grin at me, Peter shook about and moaned a little and then went
limp, that was him satisfied for a bit. We lay either side of his slight
body and cuddled, it was whilst he went throught his post sexual rest that
I fished out the KY from the bedside unit.

My master plan was for myself and Ollie to give the boy a demonstration,
Ollie being the top and me the bottom, I was then going to try and get the
tyke to fuck me and if all went to plan they would both be drained by the
time I wanted to take one or even the both of them.

'What we doing next?' Peter grinned at us both.  Jeez, this kid recovered
quick.

'I think Ollie should give you a good fucking,' I said blandly. We'll see
how that one scores.

'You gotta be joking,' Peter squealed. 'Have you seen the size of it?'

'Course I have,' I smiled. 'He's my buddy.'

'Well let him do you,' Peter smirked. 'I'll watch.'

'Great, I'll sell tickets,' Ollie laughed. I could see he was up for it,
his eight inch hardness was jerking around like it had a life of it's
own. We had planned on a night's gentle sex anyway but we hadn't
anticipated a student watching the dirty deed.

'You've got to contribute,' Ollie took the words right out of my mouth.

'Orrite, I'll do you whilst you do Scotty,' Peter yelled triumphantly.

'Ollie shrugged, he was probably working towards the same end that I was
and that was little Peter's end. I just wanted to be first, the first to
take his tight little cherry. Probably better that I go first and stretch
him a bit for the Donkey King. No way was he getting out of this bedroom
without providing some payment for his night's entertainment.

'Come on,' Peter crowed and moved from centre stage, the little monster was
hard again with his rigid five inches sticking straight out and up from his
groin. He had a nice cock, I was going to blow that properly before the
night was out as well.

'You up for it?' Ollie looked at me and grabbed the KY.

'In a minute,' I reached for him and we kissed once and then lay full
length in all our naked glory snogging and running our hands up and down
each other's bodies.

'Can't we cut the kissy kissy stuff out,' Peter whinged..

'Shurrup,' Ollie and I mumbled at the same time. I felt small hands on my
penis, Peter was trying to intervene in the love tussle and wank us both at
the same time. He wasn't getting very far, Ollie and myself were literally
glued together. I felt my big lover press me flat back onto the ned and his
hot meat between my thighs.

'From the front, babes.' I whispered.

'I'll take it nice and slow,' Ollie promised.

'Hey, lover boy, did you hear what shrimpo said?' I looked at Ollie whilst
he got between my legs with his big cock waving about like a waving about
thing (bit of writer's block there, kids).

'What?' Ollie was preoccupied with kissing my belly making Peter's face
wrinkle in simulated disgust.

'He said he was going to do you whilst you did me.'

'Sounds fun,' Ollie laughed. 'Let him get his rocks off,' he leant over to
kiss me on the lips and his knob nudged at my balls, I graciously raised my
knees in the kung fu pose known as the slightly drunk squirrel readying
myself for the space shuttle to dock. I should never of had all those
Smirnoff Ice, the room was going slightly blurry. Peter didn't help, he was
propped up on one elbow like he was auditioning for one of the Gymnopedies
Sex-Ed classics which are fine stories by the way.  That kid was going to
get such a stuffing and he was laying there like he was the Ringmaster and
Ollie and myself were the performing seals.

'You ready for this,' Ollie looked at me, his erection was gleaming in the
half light, I could see a bead of precum at the tip, he was ready for me
and as sure as hell I wanted him, sod the teeny peeper, at least he didn't
have a camera. I didn't really want my first proper night with Ollie to be
like this but this kid was Ollie's mate and that was the end of it. Maybe
at some stage I'd have to ask Ollie to choose between his mate and his
lover but right now wasn't the time. 'I do love you, Ollie whispered as he
pressed his chest against my upraised legs and kissed me softly and
sweetly, I felt his slippery knob slip against my pucker. Peter's eyes were
like bloody organ stops he was flogging away at his meat like he was
competing for a Junior Wankers trophy.

Ollie took me in one slow thrust, I was probably slack (not a nice word) or
stretched from the previous night and other than a slight pain and a minor
discomfort took it like a man. God he was fuckin' gorgeous, I was so in
love with this boy, as the kids would say, I was shit scared of him finding
someone his own age and dumping me. He started to move in and out
immediately working his hot meat into me deeper and deeper. He hit the
button and I was in heaven, I clasped his slightly sweat damp hips and held
on, I didn't want to let go, I just stared into those greeny hazel eyes of
his and took his sex. I wanted it and I wanted it all, he was my boy and
nobody elses. I can't keep saying he was handsome, he was beautiful, he was
fantastic ... he was all of these and he was making love to me.

'Jesus, Peter you prick.' Ollie jerked and his cock nearly whacked my
tonsils. The Rugrat had greased up and got in behind him and nailed him. As
he said the next day, he was so concerned with making love to me he
foolishly thought that Peter was just going to cling to his back like those
Kewpie Dolls you used to have in cars. The little guy had given notice, we
just hadn't taken too much notice. He'd just whacked his junior hardon into
Ollie and I think he must have hurt my boy because Ollie for a moment
looked like he was going to whack the kid but he didn't, he moved inside me
and I clung to him. We had a Sunday night to go before the weekend was over
and as sure as hell Peter wasn't going to be invited.

It was quite a cool night and my bedroom had pretty useless heating but
that bed was like a sauna. Ollie was giving me a good bit of loving and
Peter was clinging to Ollie's broad back going at it like a ferret
.... maybe a stoat. I don't think Ollie was too comfortable but I'd never
been in the middle of a fuck sandwich so I didn't really know what he was
going through.

'God, this is too much,' Ollie gasped. He was plunging his full length into
me but he was being restricted by Peter ramming him from the rear. 'I can't
keep it going, I'm going to pass out.'

'Cum in me, please.' I felt the weight of the two of them bearing down on
me and my body was feeling the strain. I loved sex with Ollie but I wanted
it finished.

'As requested,' he rammed sweatily into my shute hard and deep and then I
felt it, Ollie had come through, the heat, the slipperyness the pumping of
his hot spunk into my belly were just what I needed. I wriggled my tush on
his spurting monster and closed my eyes. Ollie's hot lips came onto mine
and we kissed whilst he spunked his youthful load deep into my body. I
clamped my buns and milked him as he moaned and kept his softening penis
deep in my belly.

'I'm cumming,' Peter squeaked and I heard him slap against Ollie's tight
little arse.

'Thank God for that,' Ollie groaned and slipped out of me a little pushing
back up against the glove puppet

'Great, Peter babbled. 'Fantastic, fuckin' terrific......' He clung to
Ollie's broad back, he'd run out of words.

Silence. Three bodies in one bed slowly disengaging from their
joining. Little Peter sliding free from Ollie and flopping onto his
back. Ollie, red faced and sweating gently disengaging from me and also
collapsing alongside me, I just dropped my legs and looked at my lover with
a tired grin. I was as still as hard as a rock, by some miracle I'd managed
not to come, my bum was sore and I felt a little squishy round back if you
know what I mean but I was still hard and unsatisfied.

Ollie glanced sideways at me and jerked his head towards out little
guest. Toldya, lovers are telepathic, he was saying to me ..... do it!

I rather sensually slid my sweat sheened body over Ollie's making a point
of grinding my hardness against his flaccid meat. He mouthed the words
'fuck off' with a broad grin on his face. I told you he was a charmer,
anyway, I finished up in the middle, the supine and cleary knackered Ollie
to one side and Peter laying on his side facing me with his eyes like an
owl. This kid was seriously into Bug Eyed Monster impersonations.

'What you doing?' He whispered and quite willingly let himself be drawn
closer until we were in a companionable cuddle.

'Gonna love you,' I whispered. Sounded a bit tarty but I didn't want to say
I was gonna fuck the daylights out of him he might have freaked out. 'Turn
around.'

'I dunno about that,' he giggled.

'Just a little play about with your beautiful bottom,' I whispered. 'Tell
me to stop if you don't like it.'

'Can I?'

'That's the deal, Peter. I wouldn't hurt you.'

'OK then. Let training begin,' he gave a nervous laugh and rolled onto his
other side presenting his pert little white bottom to yours truly. I was
pretty dammed sure he wanted to go the whole hog but the next ten or
fifteen minute would show if I was right or not.

I assumed my previous position with my mouth at his tight little boy fanny
but this time I had the KY to hand and I had some on my forefinger. He lay
there moaning and cooing as I licked and nibbled at his exposed
sphincter. He nearly took off like a rocket when I smeared some KY onto his
tightly puckered arsehole. As he relaxed and wriggled his little arse back
I slid one finger in a little and started to work it to and fro.

'Feels funny,' he giggled. I kissed one soft pale skinned buttock, he was
OK. I sank my finger in deeper and he jerked and moaned, I'd found his
youthful prostate. Amazingly he pushed back as I sank my finger in as deep
as I could and finger fucked him for real, he was beginning to clamp and
relax on my probings. I was elated, he was willing, he was going to go for
it. 'Aaaaw.' He gave a quite genuine moan of disappointment as I slipped my
finger free and then he gave a little chuckle as I gently slid two fingers
through his relaxing hole. They were well oiled up and slipped into his
inner body quite easily.

'Yeah, yeah,' he groaned and pushed back onto my fingers and stirred with a
circular movement easing and relaxing his slippery opening.

'You ready for this,' I breathed hotly on the back of his neck and ever so
slowly slid my fingers out of his boy fanny allowing the well lubricated
muscle to close.

'Don't hurt me, Scotty,' his small body trembled as I fed my oiled and
precum slick glans between his gorgeous little bubble bunns. He really had
the arse of a ten year old not that I'm an expert on sub teens. I gasped as
I felt my slippery knob at his entrance, he tensed up and I gave a slow but
well aimed thrust, his ring opened at my presure to admit my aching cock to
his tight little tunnel. Peter's Tunnel of Love had opened it's gates, we
were in business.

I felt Ollie's lump at my back. Shit I knew this would happen.

Peter didn't make a sound, after his initial tensing up he relaxed and
clutched the pillow like a big teddy bear, I slipped in a little deeper and
now had half my straining and super hard meat buried in his warm body, I
started to slowly move to and fro. As he groaned and moaned and then pushed
back a little I felt the jerk of Ollie entering me again.

My Ollie put his arms around me and himself started to move in and out, he
was trying to judge his thrusts to coincide with mine. He was pretty good
at it actually. I was getting deeper into little Peter and I put my arms
around him, we were now a fully operational fuck sandwich but this time I
was the meat in the middle.

I pulled Peter into my body and my erection sank fully into his sweet bum,
he was stuffed.

'You alright, Petey.'

'Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you for this,' he giggled.

'My pleasure,' I kissed his ear. After Ollie twice in one night I could
take anything this boy had to offer. Ollie was moving faster inside me but
then again I was pretty well lubricated with his previous offering, so I
started to move faster inside Peter and he was pushing onto me. The little
tyke loved it, some of his pushing back was quite hard as if he wanted more
than I could give him.

I've got to admit here and now that I don't like threesomes but I was
rather forced into this one. I would far more have sex with Peter on his
own and most certainly with Ollie on his own but there you go. A threesome
it was. I wasn't going to last to long, I could feel that ache in my balls,
the tightness and the rising heat. This was gonna be a good one and little
Peter was about to have his first climax. Somebody else's climax in him,
you know what I mean.

'I'm gonna come. Petey.' I was now ramming into his slippery shute and
clutching his sweaty body as he forced himslef back onto me ..... and I
could feel it cumming.

'Aaaah,' Peter clamped hard on my hard maleness as it exploded splashing
and spurting a massive load of cum, sweet and sticky spunk deep into his
hitherto virgin colon. Another frantic plunge and more cum. I thought I was
going to pump him full of my jism for ever but of course I didn't. As my
climax eased I felt Ollie's rigid pole jerk and swell inside me and he
spurted his normal huge climax into my already flooded back passage.

What a sweaty mess. Peter slipped free of my cum soaked cock and span
himself around frantically kissing and cuddling. Ollie slowly slid himself
free for the second time that night and we lay there is one smelly,
slippery and sticky mass. I think any one of the three of us would admit we
were one disgusting mess. It was glorious.

I was the first to make a move, I climbed off the bed and informed the
troops that I was visiting the bathroom and that I did not need an
audience, I'd also bring them some refreshments back.  Talk about an
abortion, at the risk of sounding crude (who me?). I put so many unborn
babies down that toilet I could have bred a couple of football teams with
them. Anyway a nice soapy washoff later I got them drinks only they were
Pepsis this time and returned to the fray. Ollie baby ws snoring like a
good 'un and little legs was sitting there gently toying with his spent
penis (Ollie's that is), when I came in he hurriedly whipped his hand away.

'That's rape,' I informed him with a grin. 'Groping my buddy boy when he's
asleep.'

'I didn't mean to.' That was pretty limp.

'Don't panic,' I laughed and sat on the bed and gave him a cold can, I
stuck the other one on Ollie's chest which brought him around in double
quick time.

'You cunt,' he sat up with a scowl. 'I was having a lovely dream there.'

'I should hope so, Pierre the Pigmy was trying to get you off.'

'Really,' Ollie's scowl turned into a grin. 'Right little raver this one.'

'You've got to do me yet,' Peter informed him. 'Then I've got to do
Scotty.'

'Over my dead body,' I looked at him but he knew it was a front. I wanted
to savour his five incher and maybe even take him again before the night
was over. I felt myself getting aroused at the thought of his tight little
white arse around my cock. Boy, that kid was one good fuck, he wasn't bad
sex either.

'I wanna do it all tonight,' Peter looked at me and I thought he sounded a
little sad. I don't know what his story was but he seemed desperate for sex
or maybe it was just the company, the feel of other boy's bodies next to
his. He was a nice kid and if I hadn't got Ollie I would have gone for
Peter big time. The trouble was that whereas Ollie looked every inch a
young man, Peter looked like a young boy although they were the same
age. Ollie told me later that the boy was having a delayed growth spurt and
may not even make the five, eleven national average or whatever it was,
that's in feet and inches not the Continental crap.

Anyway, to get on with it, we sat there enjoying our drinks, Peter and
Ollie went to the bathroom seperately I was pleased to see and an hour
later we were still sitting on the stinky bed nattering about football of
all things.

'I'm hard,' Peter whined playing with his obviously erect penis.

'What's new?' Ollie grinned. Mind you his own monster limpo had filled out
and was laying up on his belly at what you'd call a semi erect state.

'Do you know Jack Martin?' I spoke to them both.

'I know him,' Ollie answered, Peter nodded his head, he obviously didn't.

'Good looking kid,' I looked at my boy. 'We should introduce Peter.'

'Do you think.....' Ollie started.

'I'm not sure but there's something about him and he's just turned sixteen
not that that affects the price of fish.'

'They'd make a nice pair, a blondy and a darky, both midgets.'

'Shurrup,' Peter blushed. 'Is he a black boy,' he wrinkled his nose. Did I
detect a touch of the dreaded racism.

'Nah, he's a dark skinned kid. A bit like the kid in Pokemon. Always got a
red and white baseball cap on, I think he sleeps in it.' I was doing a hard
sell. I rather fancied Jack who was just a bit taller than Peter, they'd
make a great little couple. They could be bridesmaids when Ollie and I tied
the knot.

'Um,' Peter looked vaguely interested. 'Is he good looking?'

'Very,' I assured him. 'Lovely little bum as well.'

Peter giggled.

'I think he looks a bit like that Calvin Goldspink character.'

'Does he?' Peter's eyes really lit up this time, it was a bit easy to see
where his interests lay.

'If we all pile up there next Saturday we can catch Jack because he's
always up there to see his Dad play,' I looked at Ollie although I was
rambling on for Peter's benefit. 'Gary and probably Matthew will be doing
the bar, we can engage Jack in a game of pool and our little moppet can do
the biz.'

'I can't just chat him up,' Peter protested.

'Matthew will do the chat up, he'd chat up anything,' Ollie laughed.

'Sheepy Boi,' I laughed. Gary our barman and my long time mate was besotted
with Matthew who he called Sheepy, I thought he was a bit rough but
beauty's in the eye of the beholder.

'I dunno,' Peter wobbled until Ollie caught hold of him. 'What's up,' he
squealed as Ollie manhandled him onto his belly.

'Time's up,' Ollie growled and sank his mouth onto the boy's crack, the
next minute he was taking bloody great cowlicks at Peter's tightly clenched
cheeks. 'Gonna give you a decent bit of sex now.'

Cheeky sod, just 'cos he had a five foot long dick. Anyway, size doen't
matter does it?

'Take it easy,' Peter allowed his skinny legs to be parted and Ollie's
flickering tongue to lap between his tight buns. 'Ooooer,' he
giggled. Ollie had quite clearly hit the button.

I lay back with my Pepsi and watched. There's nothing like a bit of live
action and I was knackered anyway. I'd sit this one out.

I couldn't see it all but Ollie's face was on Peter's bottom and I could
see his tongue hard at work, I also saw that he'd got hold of the KY and
his full blown hardon was twitching at it's full eight inches. He even had
a bead of precum oozing from the slit, how the hell he managed that after
what he'd been through was anyone's guess. He grinned at me and rubbed it
in until his meaty mass was like an oiled spike eager for boy flesh. His
face came up and his finger went in, just a very cursory probe which Peter
absorbed like the good little trooper he was and then Ollie was kneeling
between the boy's outspread legs.

Unbelievable, I had visions of Ollies humongous cock appearing out of
Peter's mouth, the kid was so small, I shuddered.

'Don't worry,' Ollie looked at me. 'If he hurts, I'm out of it.'

'That's good of you,' Peter croaked clutching his pillow once aain.

'Don't worry babes, I wouldn't hurt you,' Ollie promised and slipped his
slippery glans from the bottom of Peter's crack to the top.

'Ooooh,' Peter clutched his pillow even tighter, I moved in for a closer
look.

Ollie flathanded one side of Peter's skinny torso and guided his erection
to it's target with the other. Peter flinched and tensed up, I saw by the
expression on Ollie's face h'd probably just slipped his knob in and he
had. His second hand came away and he supported himself on both hands and
slowly lowered his hips.

'Aaaaah,' Peter wailed but when Ollie froze he told him to press on. The
kid was determined to have that giant cock in his tiny arse. 'It's so big
He groaned and then amazingly started to push up onto Ollie's slippery
shaft, he was trying to get himself up into a doggy position.

'Ooh, good boy,' Ollie grinned and moved his hands onto Peter's slim hips
and started to move to and fro sinking deeper and deeper into Peter's tight
little boy fanny.

'Yeah, yeah,' Peter laughed as he absorbed Ollie's oiled penis bit by bit
and then he started to wank himself as Ollie began to fuck for real.

I'd better grab a bit of the action, I thought and got under Peter who was
now crouched on all fours in the traditional doggy pose. He ducked his
middle a bit and I took his sweet boy cock in my mouth, at the same time he
ducked his head onto my own hardness which had arisen whilst I watched the
pair performing.

I could taste the vaguely salty taste of the boy's slime, he was dribbling
as well, God know's how much juice he had in his little body but it was
more than enough for me. I gently jiggled his already tight scrotum and
sucked his rigid five inches like it was a lolly, a very meaty lolly I
might add.

'Fantastic,' Ollie groaned as he began to ram harder and deeper into
Peter's soft bottom. I knew it was fantastic, been there, seen it and done
it, sorta thing. All I wanted was the t-shirt saying that I'd fucked away
Peter's virginity. Mind you I wouldn't have thought his dad would be too
happy with me wearing it.

'Ooooh,' Peter wailed around my hardness. He spurted into my gobbling mouth
three or four jets of creamy boy cum, I choked and gagged but managed to
swallow it all and squeeze a final trickle out with my lips.

I heard Ollie moan and groan and then the final sweaty slap as he rammed
into our little boy and offloaded. Peter for his part squealed as he must
have felt Ollie's hot spunking shoot up his bottom and at the same time I
let fly so he had cum 'incuming' from both ends.

We all finished up as a sweating and exhausted mass on the bed, Peter was
in the middle and Ollie and myself cuddled his sweat soaked and cum stained
body. The kid had done well.

'What's next?' Peter rolled to face me and gave me his chipmunk grin.

'Sleep,' I groaned.

'This.....' Ollie grinned over Peter's shoulder and I saw Peter's
shock. Ollie was in his bum again. This time I let them get on with
it. Tomorrow was another day.


				  THE END


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