Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2003 16:06:31 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: The Odd Job Boy - Part 2

WARNING

This story is homoerotic and depicts acts of sex between consenting males.
If you are underage in your particular area you should leave NOW. If you're
reading Nifty don't expect Enid Blyton.
My characters are ficticious and live in an alternate reality where AIDS and
other STDs are unknown therefore they don't need condoms, etc. To do the
dirty deed YOU DO.

m/t/t/t (22, 17, 16 + 16)

This story follows on from ODD JOB BOY, Part 1 (curiously enough).

My thanks as always to Gymnopedies for advice/ coaching. Read his stuff,
it's good.


THE ODD JOB BOY

PART 2

by

G. Cutter


PETER


I eventually got him sorted out for Doc's visit, I dug his shorts and a
shirt from his bag and parked him in the lounge just in time, we were
drinking yet another mug of coffee when the doorbell went.

'Shit.' He looked up in alarm.

'It's alright,' I reasured him. 'Nobody knows you're here.'

'True,' he conceded although he still looked a bit uneasy.

I showed the Doctor in and he gave Joe a once over, he seemed far less
concerned with the bruising and the eye than Joe and I were, he seemed far
more uptight about the actual attack and wanted to know if the Police had
been informed. I told him that they hadn't but that the matter was in
hand. He checked inside Joe's mouth and had a good feel about his head and
face. We were both pleased to know that nothing was broken or
fractured. The end of it was that he gave Joe a load of painkillers from
his bag and some sleeping pills of all things and that was it. Rest and
loads of it was the verdict, shortly after that he left us to it.

I put a bit of music on and settled back into a chair, it was time to relax
a bit.

'What did you mean when you told the Doctor the matter was in hand
regarding the Step Dad?' Joe looked at me curiously.

'I've got contacts,' I smiled. 'I'll get this Charles guy sorted out.'

'OK, mate.' He didn't ask again. I think as far as he was concerned the
matter was closed.

'Can I still see my mates?' Another question out of the blue.

'Of course you can,' I was getting a bit worried where all this was
going. I didn't want a bunch of teenage hooligans infesting the place but
he wasn't a prisoner and it didn't matter how good the sex was he had to
have his freedom otherwise the whole thing would turn sour on me.  'How
many thugs do you know.'

'I've only got two real pals,' he laughed. 'Sean and little Martin. I'd
just like to let them know I'm O.K. in a couple of days otherwise they'll
be getting a bit worried. Don't bear to think of them going around the
house and running into a load of badmouth from Charles.'

'No probs,' I reassured him. 'You rest up and heal for a bit and you can
contact them.  Perhaps they can help you with the pool when you start
working for a living.'

'Hint, hint,' Joe laughed. 'Still, why not,' he yawned and looked pointedly
at the clock.  'It's only four o'clock and I'm knackered.'

'You should have a lie down, I'll do something to eat later on.'

'Couple of hours in bed sounds good,' he gave me a sly grin.

'Want company?'

'Thought you'd never ask,' he laughed and got up from his chair. Needless
to say the inexpensive shorts he was wearing hid absolutely nothing.

We went upto the bedroom and this time it was my bedroom, it overlooked the
garden and the afternoon sun streamed throught he windows lighting the room
and making it warm, it was a bit too warm in fact but no doubt it could
even get warmer if the bulge in Joe's shorts was anything to go by.

'Shall I draw the curtains?' Joe peered outside as if expecting an airborne
spy to come flying by.

'Why not it'll cool the place down a bit.'

'Shall I get undressed?'

Jesus. Questions, questions.

'Please yourself, lover. I'm doing the submissive bit.' I flopped onto the
bed after a quick kick which disposed of the slippers.

'Right then,' Joe laughed and jumped onto the bed and straddled me laughing
like a loon.  'Time for Rodriguez's revenge,' he quickly pulled down the
front of his shorts and I faced his hard, dark skinned meat eyeball to
eyeball as it were. There was the tiniest bead of precum on the slit and it
was as hard as a poker.

'Come closer,' I tugged his boyhood gently bringing him upto my face.

'We gonna do the other thing,' Joe pulled back a bit.

'No rush, Joe,' I pulled again and he shuffled closer with his knees either
side of my torso.

'Fuckin' 'ell,' Joe groaned as I slipped my mouth over the end of his weepy
glans tasting the slight tang of his semen.  'Peter,' he sighed and leaned
forward a bit feeding me more of his succulent joystick.

'It's going to be hard with clothes on,' I spoke around his penis.

'It's hard enough,' he held my head and slowly moved his hips to and fro
and smirked.

'I thought you wanted ......'

'Oh, shit,' he beamed, he'd got the message. He let go of my head and dived
onto my jeans like an animal. A few confused minutes later we were naked
and the floor was festooned with our discarded clothing.

'There's some KY in the drawer.' Another subtle hint. No way was I taking
his over sized prick dry. He may be slightly built but he sure made up for
it where it counts.  I rolled over onto my belly and parted my legs. I also
wasn't going to take him from the front until I'd had a bit of practice.

'I've never done this before,' he mumbled as he located the KY and knelt
between my parted legs.

'So you've said.' I looked at him over my shoulder. 'Take it easy, I
haven't done this for a while.'

'But you're not a virgin,' he muttered ,a little jealously I thought.

'What's past is past.'

'I think I'm falling for you,' his voice had dropped to a whisper as he
kneaded my bum softly and sensually. 'So smooth .....'

'Falling for me,' I wriggled on the bed. 'Prove it Rodriguez, gimme some
Spanish babies.'

There was no answer this time. I felt my cheeks being parted and the fresh
air on my hole, he wasn't wasting any time

'Ooh,' I gasped as his cold finger slippery with KY slipped across my
ring. I felt a gentle pressure and he was in me. 'Go on, Joe, right in,' I
muttered

He slipped his finger in to it's limits and I squirmed, he'd hit the spot
alright and I was now as hard as a rock. I moaned with frustration as he
withdrew but I knew the best was yet to come.

'Stop.'

'Oh, for fuck's sake,' Joe sounded annoyed to put it mildly.

'Change of plan.'

'You promised ..... ' Joe wailed, I must have just about broken his little
heart.

'Yeah. It's a double header. Carry on.'

'Oh, you mean you want to fuck .... make love to me after, you mean.'

'Exactly, lover boy.'

'Alright by me,' Joe cackled and positioned himself again. This time I
could feel his glans slippery with precum and KY nudge at my entrance. Joe
was going to have me for the first time, he was going to fill my belly with
his boyjuice and I was just like a teenage girl on heat .... I just wanted
this beautiful boy to fuck me silly.

I groaned as I felt his oversized cock push at my sphincter and then
penetrate, the bloody thing felt like it was going to split me but I
relaxed and I pushed out just as I'd advised him and it slowly filled
me. He was very slow and very gentle, he nuzzled at my ear as he sank deper
and deeper and I finally felt his crisp pubics rubbing up against my
cheeks.

'Are you in?'

'Cheeky sod,' Joe chuckled and drew out a little and then slipped back
in. 'That is so fuckin' amazing.'

'Language.'

'Shurrup, sweety pie,' Joe began to move. A little bit in and out at first
but soon almost his full length slipping in and out effortlessly on it's
coating of KY.  I was half expecting him to go like a rabbit on his first
outing but he didn't.  Maybe I spoke too soon he was speeding up but still
keeping contact with his lips on my ear and the back of my now sweaty neck.

'Go on, Joe,' I pushed up, he was doing all the right things. 'Harder,
Joe. Harder.'

'Yeah,' Joe grunted. He'd placed his forearms either side of my trunk and
was now slipping in and out easily, every thrust accompanied with a wet
slap as his belly hit the small of my back.

I was in heaven, he was good to have sex with as a bottom and he was just
as good as a top or whatever you call it. His rigid cock felt like a huge
log up my chute but that was part and parcel of the pleasure.

'I can't keep it going, I'm gonna cum,' Joe whimpered as he thrust harder
and faster.

'Enjoy,' I gasped as I pushed even harder against his assault.

'Peter .....' he wailed as he rammed home for the last time and then seemed
to screw his hips in as if to sink himself in my flesh. I felt his hardness
swell if that was possible and then the pulsing, the hot bursts of cum. his
continuing movement as he worked himself in and out of my flooded nest with
his virile young meat still as hard as a pole.

'Jeez,' I wriggled on the squishyness and clamped my bottom on his still
slowly moving cock. 'You are so good.'

'I'm happy that you're happy,' he whispered as he lay on me and turned us
onto our sides still firmly lodged up my chute. .I wanna do it from the
front next time,' he nipped my ear with his sharp teeth.

'You shall.' I promised.

'Love ya,' he said as he slowly slipped free. I didn't look, I'd bet he was
blushing. Teen- agers don't like admitting to love at least I never did.

'Love you too.

Sticky and cum stained we drifted off into a half sleep which took care of
the rest of the afternoon.

It was probably around sixish that I came fully awake, I had to go to the
toilet, I think his babies were rebelling, I had to abort ... so much for
the Spanish kids.

Joe was sleeping like a baby and dribbling like one to. I covered him up
with a light throwover and stumbled out to the bathroom and from there to
the kitchen where I collected a couple of cold cans of coke and then back
to bed.

I slowly pulled the cover off him and sat for a while admiring his naked
body. He was perfect, the bruising and the black eye spoilt his beautiful
face but those blemishes would pass and he would be back to as he was when
we first met, my beautiful Joe.

I ran my fingers softly over his so smooth chest down to his limp penis
which lay shrunken and stuck to his flat belly rising softly as he
breathed. It was so soft and smooth, I wondered how it could get so large
and hard, how it could give so much pleasure and so much love juice.

'I love you,' I kissed his flaccid organ treating myself to the warmth and
movement of his foreskin as I dry lipped it to and fro a little.

'Prove it, is what you said,' he murmured opening one eye and giving me a
little grin.  'Prove it ... face to face.' He opened his legs.

How could I not.



JOE


My bum was a bit sore from the last time but he was kind and he took his
time. He coated his hardness with KY and entered me gently and we slowly
made love. This time it wasn't a fuck, it was a slow, fragile and sensual
love making that had me wimpering and begging for more.  I wondered for a
moment how the hell I'd ever got into this in such a short space of time
but then let it go. It was meant to be. It was our business and of no
concern to the world at large. Fuck Planet Earth and all it's people, I had
my Peter and he had me.

We eventually and I mean much later when it was kind of dark fell from the
bed and shared another bath. No hanky panky this time although we did enjoy
a bit of a kiss and a cuddle as you might say.

We finished up with a mountain of sandwiches and a few beers watching some
crap video, you could say it was a perfect end to a sex filled day, the
first of many was my secret hope.

He made off early to refresh the bed and we spent our first night together
sleeping like a pair of logs, no sex, just him on his side and me cuddled
up against his soft bum. I felt at peace with the world. Tomorrow could
look after itself.

I woke up to find Peter was up and about, I could hear noise in the kitchen
so after a quick toilet visit I grabbed the gown and wandered down, I'd die
for a cuppa something.

'Morning, Peter.'

'Hiya,' he smiled at me in greeting. 'Friday today and you start work at
eight or was that yesterday?'

'What?'

'Only joking. Tea or coffee.'

'Whatever,' I slumped into a seat. I felt a lot better and wondered if
perhaps I should make an effort. 'What's the programme?'

'Rest for you, a couple of phone calls for me and perhaps we can have that
run into Kingston if you like.'

'Why? What's in Kingston?'

'Shops for one thing. We can get you some kit, have a decent meal and I
need to get some camera film and whatnot for the dark room, you can do the
humping.'

'You're the Boss.'

'Don't start that. You've been promoted. You're a Companion of the Bath.'

'Yeah, we know what that means, Randy Pedro.'

'Shurrup.' He plonked a mug of something in front of me which turned out to
be sweet tea.

He had a clock in the kitchen and I glanced at it. God know's what I was
doing up at six in the morning but that was the time.

'Can I make a phone call later?' I asked. I didn't quite know where I stood
with him and I didn't want to start taking liberties this early in the
game.

'Do what you like,' he looked at me seriously. 'I offered you a home and I
thought you'd accepted.'

'You offered me a refuge,' I corrected him. I didn't know if I was right or
not but now seemed a good time to get things straight.

'I want you to live with me, Joe.' He was still looking very serious.

'Any strings.' I had to say it.

'Yeah. No drugs. No girlfriends.'

'I can handle that. Anyway I've got a girlfriend or a boyfriend, I'm a bit
mixed up on that one.

'You've got a partner if you accept my offer and that partner's me.'

'I accept.' There it was. I'd said it and as far as I was concerned that
little statement was as good as a marriage vow.

'You've made me a very happy bunny,' he grinned with what seemed to be
quite a bit of relief. 'Wanna fuck?'

'Shurrup. I've got a sore bum.' The conversation had returned to normal.

'I'd leave your phone call until later if I was you.'

'I only want to phone up Sean or Martin to let them know I'm OK.'

'Upto you mate. What about your mother?'

'No way.' Maybe in time I might get in touch with that woman but for the
time being I felt she'd betrayed me and she could sit and rot with her
bastard husband. I'd had it with them and sooner or later Peter had to stop
being a peace maker, I wasn't going to have it and he had to understand
that. They say that once you're married your first loyalty is to your wife
or husband and I felt adult enough to know any future I had was
 with my new lover and not that pair down the road.

'Your call,' Peter admitted defeat. 'Do you want some breakfast or another
kip, I wasn't going to wake you until around nine but you jumped the gun.'

'Could use another couple of hours,' I smiled at him. 'I'd like something
to snuggle upto though.'

'Anything in mind.' Peter actually looked coy, rather cute as well.

'Yeah,' I got to my feet and picked up my mug. 'They call it Peter,' I said
as I left the kitchen.

I was naked and back in bed by the time he arrived, for some curious reason
I was as hard as a rock again but then again I normally was in the morning.

Peter ambled in with his tea, he was only wearing his shorts and his
ridiculous Freddy Kruger slippers. He dropped his kit and stood by the bed
for a moment in all his glory and he was half hard, his thick cock hung
meaty and heavy as he looked down.

'Wanna play?'

'Love playtime,' I moved over in the bed and flung the bedding back for my
lover, at that moment in time life couldn't get much better.

'One thing we haven't tried yet.......'

'Go on,' I laughed. 'Betcha want to do it in frogman flippers.'

'Christ, you're a mind reader,' he grinned as he slipped into bed and slid
his warm body close to mine. 'A sixty niner,' he whispered.

'Sounds good,' I croaked. There you go. Life could get better.

He started it of, after a bit of kissing and cuddling he started to kiss my
throat on the side by the big vein just like a vampire but without the
toothies, he knows I like that (Gawd knows why). He was then onto the nips
heading South and my main attraction was jerking and dribbling just waiting
for his hot wet mouth. He must suspected that I was up for it because he
went down like the heron on our local lake.

'Yum, yum.' He always says that, it could get boring but it's worth it
because I know he shuts up after that. He keeps telling me, don't talk with
your mouth full.

I just lay back and suffered in silence until he gave my meat a bit of a
nip. I got the message, he was moving around and so did I until his sticky
out bit hove into view as the old sea dogs say.

Did I tell you he's got a lovely dick. Now there's love.

I took it in my mouth and gave it a bit of special treatment, twirly
tongue, the lot.  For the first time I tried to take his slippery knob
right down to my gag point, the famous deepthroat we've all heard about but
it was difficult.

By now we were both busy face fucking and as they say, all good things
pass.

'I'm gonna cum,' he gobbled around my meat.

I couldn't answer, I was too busy flathanding his belly trying to stop him
choking me.  I managed to get his glans back out of my throat just in time
to get a series of jets and splashes of his hot juice. I milked him dry,
tickled the end with my tongue and generally tortured him. I love being a
bit of a bitch.

It was my turn. I tried to thrust my cock deep down but he was wise to it,
as I groaned and nearly passed out with the pleasure he sucked like a
vacuum. I had a fantastic cum and he swallowd the lot and even then he
didn't give up, he squeezed me dry of the last dribble and then he was back
up the bed.

'I enjoyed that,' he said brightly.

Dontcha just love enthusiasts at six thirty in the morning.

'We gonna have a snooze now,' I snuggled into the bed.

'Wanna fuck,' he whispered.

'Fuck off, Peter.'

'Miseryguts.'

We eventually dozed of after the usual exchanges of oral juices, this time
it was his turn to park his slippery cock between my cheeks as we drifted
off. I was getting to like sharing a bed, it was a new experience and one
which I thoroughly enjoyed.  Sod being single, I'd settle for the married
life.

I only dozed for a couple of hours and just as I surfaced he came in the
door with the usual mugs which he placed on the bedside table.

'I've got a present for you,' he leapt across to his built in wardrobe.

'Yeah.' I perked up, I love presnts.

'Dah. Dah,' He did a trumpet flourish and produced two green and yellow
objects and my heart sank to my bollocks. Kermit slippers.

'Jeez, I dunno what to say.' I had a vision of us around the fifty mark
with a load of little rent boys around our knees, him wearing his Freddy
slippers and me in my Kermits.

'You can't walk around in bare feet for the rest of your life,' he said
quite reasonably.

'Yeah, yeah,' I took a sip of the mug. 'What time is it.'

'Nine, time to make a move.'

'Yeah. Can I phone Martin before we go out.'

'Why not,' he looked at me. 'You gotta thing about this kid?'

'I'd like to suck him and fuck him.' I wondered if I'd gone over the top as
his face changed.

'Really.'

'But I think he's spoken for.'

'That's good news,' he said dryly.

'Listen up, Pete. You asked me if I wanted to live with you and be your
partner and I said yes ..... end of story.'

'No reason why we shouldn't share the odd adventure,' he looked at me, was
he running a test or what.

'What do you mean?'

'I gotta say this,' he started. 'If I saw a kid I lusted after I'd probably
go for him and maybe fuck but at the end of the day I'd still come home to
you.'

'Well that's an outlook on life I suppose.' I wasn't too convinced with the
argument but then again it did open the doorway. I didn't really feel
anything for little Martin other than lust, no way could I live with the
little prick but as sure as fuck I could give him babies.

'Who's spoken for him, anyway.' Seems the little hump was over.

'I think he's WB with Sean.'

'I'll buy it, what's a WB?'

'Wanking buddy, everyone knows that.'

'Oh,' he grinned. 'What makes you think that?'

'Just a feeling. We were all at the same school and Martin was in my class
but Sean was in the class above and he virtually lived in Martin's pocket,
they were like twins more than mates.'

'Doesn't prove anything.'

'Martin absolutely idolises Sean.'

'Still doesn't prove anything,' Peter sipped his whatever it was. It tasted
like he'd got the tea and coffee mixed up, I'd have to organise this guy.

'I'll ring him anyway.'

'If he's at a loose end ask him over. Just 'cos were married doesn't mean
you can't have mates.'

Now that I was glad to hear.

'I'll ring him when I've had a cleanup.'

'OK, see ya,' I've got a phone call to make myself,' he swilled his coftea
down and left me to it.

I didn't ask what Peter's call was about, if he wanted to tell me he would
in due course. I found in the bathroom he'd emptied my backpack and my
toothbrush and the rest of my kit was all available.  I took my time
letting him get his phoning done and got dressed, most of my gear was there
with the noticeable exception of the baggies which I remembered he
hated. However, he'd placed a well washed pair of khaki chinos which fitted
a little tightly and showed my ass of a bit more than I would have liked
but made me feel sexy. Christ knows, what my mates would think, I looked
like an American boy hustler or even an English rent boy.

'You look nice,' he grinned up as I wandered into his lounge, or should I
say, our lounge. Maybe a bit early for that. 'Wanna make your call and
we'll hit the road.'

'Yeah, great,' I scoped around for the phone and found it as he went to go.

'Gimme a shout when you've finished.'

'Stay. I want you to hear.'

Obediently he sat down and I dialled Marttin's home, hopefully he was in.

He was. When he found out it was me he got pretty excited. It seemed Sean,
his 'best friend' had been around to see me and had got a load of abuse
from the ex- Step Dad and had been told that I'd been thrown out.

I motioned for Peter to listen in but he just grinned, reached over and
clicked a switch on the base of the phone and Martin's voice came over a
speaker as clear as a bell.

Martin rambled on about how worried he and Sean were and then came a string
of questions which I avoided answering as well as I could.

'Where are you staying?' Martin hated being left out of anything and I knew
his nosiness was probably killing him.

'I gotta job and the guy's looking after me for a bit.'

'Jeez,' Martin sounded as if I'd left for Mars or something. 'Can I come
and see you?'

Peter grinned and whispered in my ear. 'Arrange to meet him this
afternoon.'

'I've got to go to Kingston and help the man do some work.' I didn't say
shopping it sounded a bit sissy. 'But we'll be back around two.'

'I'll be in the Old Park playground.'

'Be there at two, we'll pick you up.'

'We?' Martin nearly squeaked.

'Me and my man. Be there at two.'

'Yeah.' I put the phone down.

'He sounds very young,' Peter sounded a bit doubtful as if having second
thoughts.

'Same age as me, probably not so mature.'

'A CumKid and a BigHead,' Peter laughed.

'I was thinking.....'

'Yeah, go on,' Peter smiled. I was sure he was reading me like a dirty
book.

'If I start clearing that pool out tomorrow and tidying up, Martin could
give me a hand, I'll give him half my wages.'

'Upto you but you're supposed to be resting.'

'So why do you keep sexually abusing me,' I grinned.

'Because I love you,' Peter laughed. 'Alright we can have a chat with him
later but you do know that if he's got half a brain he'll realise that
we're like that.' He crossed two fingers and held them up.

'He'll be alright, he fancies me anyway.'

'I thought you said he was involved with this other kid, the Irish one.'

'First of all Sean ain't Irish, and secondly I said Martin's got a crush on
me, it's a bit more than a crush with Sean ... I think it's a love job.'

'Evidence?'

'I dunno, just a feeling.''

'I'll soon tell you, I'm an expert,' Peter smiled. 'He sounds nice.'

'Slut.'

'Ain't we both,' Peter laughed and fished about for his keys. Kingston here
we come.

We spent around three hours in Kingston which is absolutely horrendous on a
Friday, we did all the shopping that Peter wanted and he virtually kitted
me out which made me feel a bit like a ponce but he was so good about it I
promised to make it up to him. He just leered. We finished up having a pub
lunch and we barely made it back in time to find Martin mooching around the
playground looking bored out of his skull.

I suppose I'd better describe my little mate as he was then. He was a
couple or three inches shorter than me, as slender or skinny as I was but
that's where it ended. He was as fair as I was dark, he kept his hair short
in what used be called a crew cut which isn't a skinhead but getting that
way. He didn't like barbers so it tended to be a bit long on top for a
proper crew cut, imagine Cory Haim in Lost Boys and you'll get the idea. He
comlimented his mate, Sean in a way because Sean was around the same height
as Peter and myself and had a severe skin head, Sean was also dark haired
and had a darkish complexion but not as dark as mine but then again he
didn't have Spanish blood in him.

Peter looked out as he parked up, Martin was still wandering around kicking
stones or something boys do.

'He looks nice,' Peter nudged my knee with his. 'Nice enough to eat.'

'The Wicked Witch of the West, that's all I need.  Hoot the hooty thing,
willya.'

Peter honked his horn and Martin looked around probably confused by the
flash Landrover.

'Over here, Marty,' I called out of the window and he rushed across.

'Hey, Joe. Look at the state of your face,' he laughed and gave Peter a
swift glance.

'Martin this is Peter.' I did a formal introduction. 'I'm working for Peter
and he's looking after me for a bit.'

'Great,' Martin beamed at Peter. It seemed the Boss had a fan.

'We're going home to have a can and chill. Wanna come along?' I didn't
bother to check with Peter, I knew the way his mind was working.

'I dunno,' Martin sounded doubtful.

'Get in tosser,' I reached back and flipped the catch on the back door.

'Orrite,' Martin laughed and hopped into the back, it was all an adventure
to him. I wondered where Sean was as they were usually wandering around
like Siamese twins.

Peter took his time and we meandered around the back doubles until we
reached the Green and my famous telephone box.

'Where's Sean?'

'Oh, he had to go away with his parents for the weekend, 'cos it's a Bank
Holiday and they've arranged something or t'other.'

That explained Sean's absence. I could see from Peter's sideways look that
he'd forgotten it was a Bank Holiday Monday as well.

'Well I've got some work on, a bit of pool cleaning if you want to earn a
few quid.'

'Have you?' Sean looked delighted, I knew he never had any money, he was
always on the scrounge.

'Yeah. A nice early start.' I piled it on, I saw from the corner of my eye
Peter grin.

'Where you working at,' Martin asked looking worried. I knew he had a
getting up problem. Out of bed that is, I don't know about the other.

'Top of Burford Road.'

'That's miles,' Martin wailed.

'You can sleep over tonight,' I suggested.

'I dunno, me Dad might not ....'

'I'll talk to your Dad,' I promised and Martin's grin reappeared. He knew
full well that me and his Dad got on like a house on fire. Martin's Dad
always liked Sean and myself, our main aim seemed to be keeping Martin from
harm and I'm sure I could talk the old boy around. Martin's parents were
getting on a bit and seemed quite happy for Martin to be friends with kids
who were a bit on the worldly wise side if you know what I mean.  Sean was
like a big brother to Martin and so was I to a much lesser extent. I just
fancied his body but then again I fancied Sean as well.

I never realised that I'd had these thought before but it must be the
association with Peter that had triggered them off. I thought about it for
a minute but Martin was still nattering on.

'You reckon? What about ..' he nodded in the general direction of Peter.

I can put you up, or put up with you,' Peter grinned. 'Any friend of Joe's
a friend of mine.  OK?'

'OK.' Martin sat back in his seat to enjoy the ride although we were almost
there. I didn't watch the road I watched Martin's face as we turned in and
parked in front of the house.  I didn't expect he was expecting anything
quite so grand, his eyes opened wide and he gave me a look as if to say
.... How'd the hell did you get here.

Peter parked up and got out of the car followed by Martin and myself.

'Why don't you take Martin and show him the pool, I'll sort out some drinks
on the patio,' he looked at me and gave a swift wink.  It was all up to me
now. Martin had suddenly become a target for me and my man.

'Come on, Marty.' I led the way around the house and with Martin still
looking a little bewildered guided him to the dilapidated pool.

'He seems alright,' Martin looked but didn't look at the pool if you know
what I mean. 'How'd you meet him?'

'I've known him a bit,' I lied. 'When I got into trouble with Charles the
other night he was the first one I called.'

'Seems nice.' Martin probed.

'Very nice guy. Saved my life,' I enthused. 'What about this pool.'

'Looks alright,' Martin reached under his grubby t-shirt and scratched his
belly.  'Just wants a good clean out and topping up.'

'Maybe a good scrub out first, mind you we've got the weather for it.'

'I wonder if he'd let us use it,' Martin said. 'Unless he want's to save it
for his posh mates.'

'I don't think he's got any,' I replied. The brat was still probing. Mind
you I'd give him something to think about in a minute.

'Oh.'

'Got to tell you something, Martin. Something very private.'

'I can keep a secret.' Martin was like a little boy at times.

'I'm living with Peter.'

'I know that.'

'I mean living with him.'

'I know.' Martin was so dense.

'I sleep with him.' Let him sort that one out.



MARTIN


I couldn't believe it. My mate had got himself shacked up with a bloke. My
Joe was queer. I was dumbstruck.

He stood there with a frown on his dark face, I could see he was waiting
some sort of reaction.

'That's your business,' I muttered. He'd told me his secret but I wasn't
too sure about telling him mine.

'You don't sound too sure.'

'I'm alright with it, honest.' I told him. 'I just never thought .....'

'Course you didn't.'

He really looked uncomfortable and I didn't want that.  After all, Sean and
myself had been playing around with each other for years, at least twice a
week maybe three times.  I should think on the bottom line I'd really like
to go the whole way with Sean but he had such a huge cock, he'd probably
split me in half.

'I really am alright with it, Joe.' I tried to be a bit more forceful. 'I
always thought you were a bit funny but I didn't know you were a homo.'
Woops.

'You little cunt.' He glared at me and then jumped on me and we hit the
deck in a tangle of arms and legs. I think I might have upset my Joeman.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' I babbled away, I really thought he was going to
beat me up.

'So am I,' Joe sat up a bit and looked at me. 'I couldn't hurt you Martin,
we've been mates too long.

'Alright.' I could feel his weight and I could also feel his prick through
the tight pants we was wearing and it was hard, he had a stiffy on.

'Don't call me names, OK?.' He grinned down at me and before I knew what
was happening he ducked his head and kissed me.

Shit, he actually kissed me ... on the fucking lips.

'Joe,' I could feel my voice squeak. I wanted him to do it again, I could
feel my own thingy was getting hard as well. I'd never been kissed on the
lips before, even Mum wouldn't do that, I think I liked it, at least with
Joe I did, the thought of kissing Sean got me really going.

'You liked that,' Joe looked a little surprised. He lowered his head again
and kissed me again this time I sorta returned it. Sod it.

I looked up at him and gave a little wriggle and our stiffies ground
together, Joe grinned at me and I reached out and copped him by the back of
the neck and this time kissed him properly.

'Who's a little homo then,' Joe mocked.

'Shurrup.'

'Get up,' Joe got to his feet and hauled me up as well. 'What about this
pool.'

Amazing. He'd admitted he was a queer, I'd more or less shown I was in
sympathy and he was wittering on about a bloody swimming pool. Talk about
lost for words.

'Joe,' I whinged. I was on heat would you believe.

'Let's go and have a drink,' he led off and I tailed him back across the
garden to where Peter was mucking about sorting out some sun loungers.

'What do you reckon?' Peter looked at us both. I felt happy for Joe, this
guy was clearly twenty something, but he was dishy in a blondy sort of way
and he seemed pretty well off. My mate Joe had landed on his feet and I
wondered who did the dirty to who as if it was my concern.

'Probably half a day getting all the crap out and the surrounds clear,
another half with a good strong detergent to clean the tiles, top it up and
away you go,' Joe declared confidently.

'You think so,' Peter laughed. 'I'll phone the company later and tell them
the plan, see what they've got to say.'

'Good thinking, Batman.' I could see that Joe was well comfortable with
Peter and really felt happy for him, he was due some good luck after the
shit family life he'd had lately.

'Sit down, guys,' Peter waved at the chairs. 'Seeing you're both big boys
you can have canned lager, beer or soft drinks.'

'Newcastle'll do me,' Joe looked at me.

'Dunno,' I dithered. I'd shared a beer or so with Sean but I didn't
advertise it.

'Get him a Newcastle, Pete. If he doesn't like it I'll finish it,' Joe
spoke for me.

Peter disappeared into the house.

Joe peeled his shirt off showing off his beautiful brown body. He also
stood up and swiftly dropped his khakis. I just sat there like a lemon,
what was going on, I did notice his stiffy had gone down though.

'That's better,' Joe flopped back in his lounger and soaked up the sun.

I took my t-shirt off to show solidarity but settled for rolling up my
trousers, no way was I stripping down to the jockeys.

'You got a nice body,' Joe murmured. 'Flaunt it.'

'Piss off.'

'Hi guys, beers,' Peter reappeared now down to proper Bermudas and carrying
a tray of cans. 'We can have a barby later ... yeah?'

'Sounds good,' Joe grinned and looked at me. 'Martin?'

'Great,' I croaked. Looked like I was in for the day, Hopefully if Joe
could fix it, the night as well. I wasn't a dummy and I knew that if I
stayed the kiss by the swimming pool could be the start of something new,
something new and very exciting. No way were the trousers coming off, I
could feel my dick just waiting for a chance to pop out and make me look
like a real wally ... the trousers stayed on.

The other two crosstalked about the pool and generally, most of it seemed
to be about the cleaning up and maintenance which was Joe's 'official' job,
I just tuned out a bit and thought.

I'd had the hots for Sean for years and we'd also wanked together for years
but I wanted more. I wanted Sean all the way, I wanted sex with Sean, but
every time we even thought about it there were problems. Basically we
needed space. Empty space without any- body treading on our toes.  I think
Sean wanted me but we were both totally inexperienced and now I'd found out
that Joe wasn't. There had to be some mileage with Joe and Peter, it was a
matter of how to get around to it.

I mean to say; how did I kiss Sean, how did I kiss his beautiful body. Did
I just go for it? What if he told me to fuck off? What if he called me a
homo like I'd done to Joe? I just didn't know where to go, what to
do. Perhaps this pair were going to be my salvation. Perhaps Joe and his
mate were going to really help me out.

'Sean was really worried about you before he went,' I chipped in trying to
include Peter in my chat.

'Yeah, the lovely Sean,' Joe grinned. I blushed, surely Sean hadn't let the
cat out of the bag.

'Is he?' Peter smiled at me as he sipped his drink, he was the only one
using a glass, Joe and myself were doing the peasant bit.

'Yeah, he'd very good looking,' Joe looked at me, he was putting me on the
spot, the prick.  'He's a good looker, isn't he Marty?'

'Yeah, I suppose.'

Joe laughed at my discomfort. 'He's like a stretched version of that kid in
American Gothic.'

'Oh, I know,' Peter replied. 'I rather fancied him but he's a bit young and
tiny.'

'Sean's not,' Joe looked at me. 'He's about six feet, isn't he, Marty?'

'Yeah, I suppose.' It seemed to be my stock reply. Joe was trying to send
me up in front of his mate.

'And that's his dick,' Joe burst out laughing.

I had to laugh. Joe was nearly right, Sean was big, he had the biggest dick
I'd ever seen, mind you I didn't go around studying dicks but we measured
it once and it was a smidgeon under eight inches which isn't bad for a
seventeen year old. I just loved it, mine was just around five inches which
Sean always said was perfect for my size.

'Cool it, Joe,' Peter smiled at me sympathetically. 'You're embarassing
your young friend.'

'He's the same age as me,' Joe defended himself. 'Anyway, he's got a thing
on Sean.  Haven't you squirt?'

'If I have it's got nothing to do with you,' I snapped at him, I was
beginning to lose it.

'Hey, Marty. Calm down,' Joe was suddenly serious, a pretty rare condition
for him.  'I ain't putting you down, I just want to help.'

'Bloody funny way of going about it,' I did the sulky bit.

 Help me, Joe. I'll take any help I can get, I just want Sean's body, and
his mind, and his soul. I want all of him.

Peter seemed indifferent to the spat, a bit like an older brother with
younger ones.

'You've got a nice body,' he spoke to me suddenly.  'Yeah, you have,' he
grinned. 'Get that pool going and we might see more of you.'

'Yeah, if I could I'd go swimming every day. I love it.'

'When he says see more he means more flesh,' Joe had to spoil it.

I blushed crimson. Is that what Peter meant?

'Ignore him,' Peter laughed. 'He fancies you.'

Jeez, how's about that for blunt. I thought about the kiss by the grotty
pool, did Joe really fancy me?

'Do you?' I spoke to Joe. It was as if someone was working my mouth, I
could have bit my tongue off after I'd said it.

'I'd like to go to bed with you and do stuff,' Joe spoke quite calmly. 'But
I love Peter and I'd go back to him.'

'What about Sean?'

'Same for him.'

Jeez. This was getting like The Confessions of a Rent Boy. A beautiful
sunny Friday afternoon and we were blithely nattering on about gay sex. I
took a long swig of my can and felt my head spin a little, I'd have to
watch myself with these two. Or maybe just go with the flow

'Chill out, Martin,' Peter looked at me with a slight smile on his handsome
face. 'You're amongst friends here, nothing we chat about is going
anywhere.'

'Cheers.' I looked at him and smiled back. Joe had as good as made an offer
and I was even thinking about it, to cap it all off Peter didn't seem at
all put out, very strange. I wondered if he fancied me as well, he had said
that I'd got a nice body after all.

'You gonna phone, my Dad?' I spoke to Joe. I didn't realise at that time
that I'd made a choice and that decision was going to change my life for
ever.

'I'll do it now,' Joe stood in his lightweight boxers and I could see the
clear outline of his dick, the sex maniac had a lazy lob on, he was half
hard.

'Joe's a bit of an exhibitionist,' Peter grinned as he saw where my eyes
went.

'All yours, Peter,' Joe groped himself and walked into the lounge, I heard
him lift the phone. From what I heard of the one sided chat Joe worked his
usual charm on my Dad and actually got the nod to stay Friday, Saturday and
Sunday. Cheeky sod didn't even ask me just fixed it. Still, in for a penny,
in for a pound as my Mum says now and then.

'All fixed,' Joe came back out and flopped into his lounger. 'Wanna borrow
a pair of shorts?'

'Yeah, I wouldn't mind.' In fact, I was getting a bit hot and sweaty in my
scruffy old baggies.

'OK, come with me,' Joe stood up again, of course I missed the look Joe and
Peter exchanged. Little did I know it but Joe was about to give the first
lesson in Sex-Ed Brackets Homo.

I trailed him through the lounge and up the stairs. Peter had given me a
funny smile when I'd got up and I couldn't work it out, it was a sort of
encouraging smile as if I was sitting an exam or something.

Joe took me into this bedroom which apart from the freshly made bed looked
like a bomb had hit it.

'Bit of a mess innit,' Joe laughed. 'I'll tidy it up before sleepy time.'

'Yeah.' I hovered. 'Is Peter alright with me staying the weekend.'

'His idea,' Joe laughed. 'He fancies you too.'

'Shurrup.' I couldn't get used to his new found bluntness, still, I suppose
if you've come out far enough to live with another guy you can say what you
like.

'I wanna say something to you, Marty.' Joe sat on the bed and patted
alongside his hip.

'Go on,' I sat and kept my distance.

'Anything we say or do this weekend is top secret, yeah?'

'Yeah.'

'I know you've got a super dooper crush on Sean and all I want to do is
help you out.'

'How do you know?' I felt my eyes watering up, if Joe knew, how many more
had their suspicions.

'You love him, dontcha,' Joe's voice was gentle.

'Yeah.' I could feel a tear trickle down my cheek.

'He loves you too.'

'No he don't, he can't.'

'Of course he does and why can't he.'

'He's Sean.' Now that was a stupid thing to say.

'I bet you just play around with each other and never get to do any serious
stuff. I bet you want to do the dirty and you don't know how ... and I bet
you want to learn.'

'Yeah,' I sniffled and rubbed my nose with the back of my hand. I remember
the moment after all these years. ' Will you show me how, Joe?'  That was
it, I was shacked up with a pair of poofs and I'd thrown myself on their
mercy. I'd better not let Joe know I'd even thought the poof word or he'd
kill me.

'Yeah,' Joe said softly and put his arm around my bare shoulder. 'Get your
trousers off.'

'What?' It came out as a squeak.

'Got you some shorts here,' Joe laughed. 'You're fuckin' face is a
picture.'

Just then there was a tap on the door and when Joe shouted a come in Peter
stuck his head into the room.

'We forgot something on the shopping trip, Joe.'

Joe remained sprawled on the bed, I sat there like a prim schoolgirl.

'Food, Dickhead.' Peter could obviously see what was going on, even I could
see the bulge in Joe's shorts, that was the end of that little adventure.

'Didn't cross my mind,' Joe admitted.

'Anyway, I'll shoot down and get a load in and see you both later.'

'Sure you don't want us to come down with you, give you a hand.'

'I don't need a hand, Joe,' Peter grinned. 'Looks like Martin wants your
hand more than I do,' he laughed and disappeared. I just sat there blushing
like a beetroot.

'He knows,' I spluttered. I was going through a culture shock with these
two that's for sure.

'Chill out,' Joe put his arm around my shoulder again only this time
dropped back onto the bed taking me with him. 'Now take the trousers off,'
his voice had dropped to a whisper.

'What right off?' I was whispering as well like we were in a church or
something.

'Better still I'll take 'em off,' Joe stood suddenly and loomed over
me. 'Enjoy,' he grinned. 'Ever had a blow job.'

'No.'

'Your lucky day then,' Joe laughed softly and tugged my manky old trainers
off and peeled off my socks. Next he leant forward and kissed me, this time
I returned it and kept it going as I felt him unclip my top button and
unzip me.

'Joe,' I moaned as I felt the fresh air on my legs and the baggies go down
and then off over my feet leaving me laying there naked apart from my
briefs.

'You liked that kiss by the pool, didn't you?'

'I think so.'

'You know so,' Joe smiled and kissed me again, this time he forced my head
down onto the bed and nuzzled at my throat. 'What about the nips.'

Jeez, he was gently nibbling at one of my nipples and sucking it, his hand
had moved onto my lump and he was gently massaging it through the thin
material of my briefs.

'Joe ....'

'Ssssh, baby.' His sweet kisses were trailing down my belly and I could
feel his hands at the top of my briefs, I lifted my bum a bit for him to
remove them. 'That's a lovely cock,' he looked up my body and grinned.

'Mmm,' I sighed as his tongue lapped in my belly button and his smooth
cheek nudged my hardon.

'Nice smooth ball bag,' he crooned and he moved his head and sank his hot
wet mouth over the end of my cock. I'd never felt anything like it, I was
in heaven. He reached under me and clasped my buns and bobbed his head up
and down licking and sucking. My cock was aching so hard I thought it was
going to burst.

'I'm gonna cum.'

'Bit quick,' Joe chuckled into my pubics and renewed his attack. I held
onto his dark hair as I felt my heat rising. I couldn't believe it, My
friend was actually let me cum in his mouth.  Suddenly ... there she blows
.... I felt my hot jism shoot up my cock and spurt and splatter into his
mouth as he gobbled my creamy juice, sucked and swallowed it down.

I was probably my best cum ever, I just wished it had been Sean but Joe was
a mate as well.  I'd do him later, I needed to practice, I had a new trick
to try out on Sean.

'Wow,' Joe held my softening cock and licked it clean. 'You come a lot for
a shrimp.'  I couldn't reply, I was exhausted, all I could do was lay there
silent and gaze dreamily at the ceiling. I'd had my first blow job and it
was great.

'Kiss me,' Joe demanded. I knew I'd probably taste my own cum but I didn't
care I just wanted to please Joe he'd opened up a new world. I kissed him
long and hard, his tongue snaked into my mouth and sure enough I could
taste the tang of my own cum, surprisingly enough it tasted a bit funny but
OK not sick making or anything like that.

'Better get you in shorts,' Joe broke free with a laugh. 'You're OK Marty,
love you .....  like a brother. Let's get you togged up and give Peter a
treat.'

'A treat?'

'Yeah. He likes to look at boy flesh, he likes to look at mine anyway,' Joe
laughed.  'He can do the morning blow, then you've had two.'

'You're joking.'

'No I'm not,' Joe sat on the edge of the bed. 'You don't mind, do you?'

'No,' I was grinning like an idiot. Did I mind? I wondered how much further
my sexual education was going with these two. 'Why did you say Sean loved
me.'

'It sticks out like a sore thumb,' Joe fingered my flaccid cock and I felt
the first twinge, it could be getting hard again. 'He idolises you, he has
done for yonks.' Joe looked at me quite sternly. 'You are so thick at
times.'

'Yeah but I don't want to do something to him and have him run off or start
calling me bad things.'

'What, like a homo or a poof,' Joe laughed.

'Yeah,' I felt myself redden remembering down by the pool.

'He won't,' Joe smiled confidently. 'If we can get him up here on a sleep
over next weekend and you kiss him in bed I'll guarantee he'll make love to
you.'

'What fuck me,' I heard my voice break into a squeak.

'To put it bluntly. Yes.'

'He's so big down there.'

'We'll have to give you some stretching exercises then, won't we,' Joe
stood up.  'All top secret of course.'

'I dunno.' Joe didn't know how much he was turning me on. I knew exactly
what he was talking about and my cock was stiffening up again, I grabbed
for my briefs.

'Hey,' Joe held me steady whilst I got the shorts on. 'I'd love to be your
first,' he kissed me lightly on the lips. 'And I'd never tell Sean.'

I took a deep breath.

'I'd love you to be my first but I'd tell Sean all the same, he'd
understand,' I felt my flush returning, I hated being so blushy, it seemed
to happen all the time.

'Dunno about that,' Joe laughed. 'Let's go down.'

I don't know how long we'd been mucking around in the bedroom but just as
we got back onto the patio we heard the car driving up, Peter was back.



PETER


I'd done enough shopping to get us over the weekend, the Bank Holiday that
both Joe and I seemed to have missed. I was a great one for phoning out for
food anyway so there wasn't much chance of starving. The main thought
occupying my mind was how Joe had got on with his delightful little mate,
Martin.

We'd cooked up a little plan and I was curious as to how he'd gotten on,
part two was to let me have a go. I don't know how the kid was going to
react to that, he'd been friends with Joe for a long time but, after all,
he'd just met me.

As soon as I wandered out onto the patio I knew they's done something, Joe
was sitting there like the cat who'd nicked the cream with a big grin on
his face and the little lad was looking just a tad nervous with a bit of a
flush on his sweet face.

'Got your shorts I see,' I spoke to Martin and sat down. 'You can unpack
the shopping, Joe.'  It seemed a good time to establish the Boss and worker
relationship if only for Martin's benefit.

'When we eating?' Joe had himself put shorts on over or instead of his
boxers. Martin had a pair of my old shorts on which were a bit baggy but he
looked so cute and so childlike, he could have been taken for an eleven or
twelve year old.

'Whenever you guys feel like it.'

'Bit hot for cooking,' Joe declared.

'You're right there,' I agreed. 'I can phone down for pizza.' I saw
Martin's eyes light up, I'd obviously hit a chord there.

'OK by me,' Joe looked at Martin.

'Yeah, fine.' Martin was still a little shy and I was dying to know what
had happened but I'd have to wait until I had Joe alone.

'I'll put the gear away,' Joe stood and grinned down at me, he also gave me
a quick wink.  It was clearly a case of mission accomplished.

'So, how do you like the place,' I didn't really know what to say to Martin
but I had to say something.

'It's great, it's so big,' Martin smiled. 'Thanks for letting me stay with
you and Joe.'

'Especially Joe,' I laughed.

'Yeah,' he laughed as well, this time he didn't flush.

'All done,' Joe bounded back onto the patio. 'Gawd, I feel like sex.' he
stretched out and looked down at me. I could see his penis lumping his
shorts, this kid just didn't stop.  Little Martin just sat there looking
gobsmacked.

'I wouldn't mind,' I looked up at my young lover. I didn't know if he had a
plan or not but I'd just go with the flow.

'Wanna demo, Martin,' Joe sat down again and looked at his little chum.

'Whatcha mean?' Martins eye's looked like an owl's. I think he had
difficulty knowing what was going on.

'Wanna watch,' Joe grinned. 'One up from being a Peeping Tom or a Peeping
Martin.

'I don't know,' Martin looked at me for help.

'Come on.' I made the decision for him. I knew he wanted to watch us and
with a bit of luck we could get him on the bed as well. This was going to
be fun.

No stopping Joe, he ran up the stairs with a shout and I escorted Martin up
a little more sedately.  He must have had a hot bottom because my eyes were
drilling holes in his shorts all the way up the stairs.

'Get a good gander?'  he turned around at the top of the stairs with a
cheeky grin.

'Yeah,' I answered from two steps below him. I suddenly ducked and grabbed
him by the hips and buried my face in his crotch nuzzling at a lump that
seemed to be semi erect.

'You're mad, you lot,' he broke free with a giggle.

'Come on, stop tarting about,' Joe called from the bedroom.

'Showtime,' I guided out little guest into the master bedroom to find Joe
in all his glory stretched out on the bed, I mean he was naked with a
raging stiffy sticking up his belly.

'Jeez, that's big,' Martin's eyes widened again as he took in Joe's
equipment.

'What we doing, Boss,' Joe lay on the bed and idly stroked his big dick as
Martin made himself comfortable in a chair. I noticed our audience of one
had a tent in his shorts so he was a pretty happy bunny already.

'Go with the flow, Joe.'

Martin laughed, he must have been into poetry.

I did a slowmo strip for the kid and finally stood by the bed naked also
with an erection.

'Come here and kiss me,' Joe looked up and smiled, I noticed that he was
oozing white juice from the end of his cock, he was on heat already.

Martin watched mesmerised as I got on the bed and straddled Joe kissing
lightly at first but leading onto the inevitable tongue wrestling bit.

We had a couple of minutes of this both getting more and more aroused until
Joe finally broke the silence.

'Make love to me, Peter. Nice and slow.'

'What with......'

'Yeah,' Joe slowly wanked me with one hand and himself with his
other. 'Martin's OK, he's on a learning curve, he won't talk .... Will you
Martin?'

'No,' Martin gulped. I think he was expecting something a little less
extreme but Joe was going for the main attraction first time.

'I'll do it by the book for Martin's further education,' I grabbed the KY
from under the pillow.

'Just do it,' Joe groaned and wriggled his boy fanny on the bed, he was
getting himself seriously hot.

Joe raised his knees to his chest and I stroked his sphincter with a greasy
finger and then slowly slid it into the knuckle. I heard Martin give a
little gasp from behind me. In and out, in and out, Joe wriggled about, a
fine performance for one viewer and he'd not even paid for his ticket.

I slid my finger free and held two up for Martin to see, as his mouth
dropped open I slowly screwed the same two fingers deep into Joe's boy
pussy. I leant forward to whisper and was delighted to see Joe nod
agreement.

'We'll show you something now, Martin.'

'You've showed me something already,'

'Do you want a go?' Joe grinned at his little mate.

'With me fingers?'

'Yeah, if you want,' Joe laughed this time, I'd prefer the other but the
fingers will do.

I sprang over to Martin. 'Do you want to make love to him?' I don't think
Joe heard me.

'Can I?'

'Ask him.'

'Can I fuck you, Joe,' Martin squeaked, I could see his penis sticking up
in the front of his shorts.

Joe looked at me and I nodded, I knew he wanted to sample his little mate
and I fancied a free show, Joe was mine at the end of the day, I was
certain of that.

'You can't fuck me,' Joe said and Martin's face dropped. 'But get them
shorts off and you can make love to me ... on your knees, from the front.

'Are you gonna watch?' Martin looked at me expectantly, the grin was back
on his face.

'Yeah, I don't mind watching my guest making love to my boyfriend as long
as Joe doesn't mind.'

'I don't mind as long as I can call you a homo when you come,' Joe grinned
at Martin who suddenly went red. It must be something between them, I just
let it go, bloody boys never stop winding each other up.

'Orrite,' Martin had made his mind up. 'You haven't got to laugh or
anything,' he frowned at me.

'I won't laugh. I just want to see your little white bottom bobbing up and
down.'

'Perv,' Martin squealed and tugged his trainers off, he was going for it.

Perv. Who was that, was that the pair on the bed doing in front of an older
man or was it me watching two sixteen year old boys having sex on my
bed. Who cares.

Joe just lay there waiting with a half smile on his face, he was well oiled
and I'd had him a couple of times so he shouldn't have any trouble with
Martin who presumably was a bit smaller in the genitalia department.

Martin was a bit coy about the shorts but in a sudden flurry got rid of
them and shed his briefs. He was small but perfectly formed, if he ever had
a growth spurt he'd develop into fine youth, it was just he had a delayed
growth spurt, some kids don't start shooting up until they're seventeen or
so.  As I said he did look good, pale unblemished skin, a beautiful cock
about five inches at a guess neatly circumcised and from it's aroused state
not very far from popping.

'What do I do?' he hovered by the bed. 'just stick it in.'

'No,' I stood up and put my hands on his warm shoulders. 'I don't want you
to hurt my Joe.'

'I'll second that,' Joe chipped in. I don't think the remark about sticking
it in impressed very much.

'Kneel on the bed between his legs, fold his knees back onto his chest and
go for it,' I advised.  'Take it nice and slow and if he tells you to stop,
stop instantly. Got it.'

'Yeah,' he croaked and gingerly mounted the bed. Joe just lay there
grinning, he was clearly looking forward to this.

Martin had a beautiful ass, pale skinned and just two beautiful
bubbles. Joe's was beautiful as well but he was dark skinned, an imp, quite
possibly the spawn of Satan. Martin was an angel or more properly a cherub
but not as chubby I hasten to add.

'Go for it,' Joe had been teasing the kid, grasping Martin's hardness and
running it to and fro over the grease slicked target. 'Slowly,' he closed
his eyes. I moved the chair for a better view, it was show time.

Martin followed his instructions to the letter, he grasped Joe by the hips
and his erection found it's way to my lover's pucker as if a guided
missile. Martin gave a little grin and he pushed forward.  His lubed cock
just glided through Joe' sphincter which had been well eased and oiled up.

'Aaah, Joe gasped and beamed pulling the smaller boy in and pushing himself
up which now seemed to be his favourite move.  'Nice one, Martin.' He
wriggled on the smaller boy's cock.  'Now fuck me.'

'Make love to you,' Martin moved slowly savouring the new experience of hot
constricting flesh around his youthful ardour.

'Whatever.'

'OK,' Martin flashed me a shy grin and started to fuck.

He was clearly inexperienced but he slipped in and out and I studied his
gorgeous white bottom, his cheeks tightening and relaxing as he moved in
and out. If I could have entered him at that time I'd have been in heaven,
needless to say I was as hard as a chocolate frog.

'I think I'm coming,' Martin squeaked.

'Don't you know?' Joe grunted and grabbed the boy entangling them in a
bearhug barely allowing Martin's hips the freedon to bob up and down and
finish the job.

'Aaaaah,' Martin gave a long wail and rammed into Joe and I saw his body
twitch and tremble. The boy was having his first orgasm inside
another. He'd lost his virginity at the front at least. I glanced down at
my own stiffness, the head was covered in shiny precum. It was time for
Stage Two of Martin's education.

'Wow,' Joe gently pushed Martin off and the kid flopped on the bed
alongside Joe with a self satisfied grin on his good looking mug. He looked
at me in surprise as I hopped on the bed and straddled him grasping his
weeping penis.

'What now?' he smiled.

'Martin's worried about taking a big 'un, so we're going to show him how.'

Martin moved over on the bed to give us a bit of room, he was still close
enough for the ocassional contact with his warm body but I was
concentrating on Joe who was flushed with the afterglow of his fucking. I
was more interested in his outsided cock.

'Hold your dick up,' I told him and leant forward. 'You blow me after, OK?'

'Ok.'Joe giggled as I went up on my knees and dropped a bit guiding his
missile between my cheeks. I should think Joe's solid seven inches was big
enough for the demo, it was big enought for me anyway.

'Encourage, Martin,' I leant forward to whisper again.

'Watch this Martin, this way your partner man controls it all.'

'Yeah, I'm watching,' Martin's eyes were popping out of his head and his
mouth was slack, he'd nearly freaked out. He wouldn't forget this day in a
hurry.

'Yesss...' I sighed as I slowly lowered myself on Joe's slippery cock.

'Fuckin' 'ell,' Martin's face was about a foot away from the action, his
eyes got even wider as Joe's dark skinned cock was slowly absorbed by my
descending body.

'Go, Joe.' I started to bob up and down sinking lower and lower on Joe's
meaty love stick. Joe started making little thrusting movements upwards.

'We gotta do it this way more often,' he grabbed my hips and tried to pull
me right onto his raging hardon but I was in control.

It wasn't until he'd said that he was about to come that I slowly sat down
on his thrusting belly taking in his full length just in time to accept his
hot juicy splashes of hot cum in my belly. Another couple of bobs and
further frantic spurting from my young lover and it was done.

'What do you reckon, Martin,' I gasped, I was knackered and I was still
hard and randy.

'Jeez,' Martin said in awe as I slipped my sweaty body between them.

'Final bit,' Joe grinned. He was following the plan. The only one who
hasn't come is poor 'ol Peter.' He looked at Martin. 'You up for it?'

'For what,' Martin looked across my supine body to Joe.

'This,' Joe licked his lips with that sexy tongue of his and grasping my
stiffness by the base slipped his sweet lips over the weeping glans.

God, I was in heaven again.

'Come on, Martin. Help me out,' Joe urged.

Martin was shy but he cupped my balls and jiggled them and brought his face
closed. That his mistake, Joe reached out and grabbed him by the neck and
pulled him in and kissed him.

Mmmpfh,' Martin wriggled about trying to free himself from Joe's embrace
but I could see his heart wasn't in it. He snuggled up closer to me and the
two boy's enjoyed a tongue wresting just above my jerking cock.

Joe guided Martin's head down and took my cock in his mouth again, Martin
took a very tentative lick and seemed to like it, he began to mouth and
suck my balls as Joe looked afer the shaft.

'Change around,' Joe looked the boy in the eyes. Martin just looked back
and slipped his mouth over the end of my glans. The short course was
complete. All he had to lose now was his cherry and I thought he'd probably
try to save that for his friend Sean ... and that's how it should be for
the first time ... with a lover.

'Yum, yum,' Joe laughed and both boy's were mouthing my hardon. I could see
their heads moving up and down both taking turns at swallowing my slippery
knob, both sucking and both stroking each other's firm bodies as they had
their fun

I was having fun as well but they were both in for a cum bath, I could feel
the heat arising and I sensed it was going to be a goodun, it was going to
be a geyser.

Joe grabbed Martin's neck again and kissed as my cock jerked and sprayed a
huge amount of pearly cum over both their faces and as they broke for air
over their necks and boyish chests, they were drenched in the stuff, Joe
was even nuzzling in the mess on my belly and Martin just flopped out with
cum smears on his grinning face.

Martin had done his course and from his grin he seemed to have lost a lot
of his inhibitions.  I'd love to get into his tight little ass but I think
Joe and the mystery Sean might have something to to say about that.

Joe started to lap my belly and chest clean and once more reached out for
Martin. This time the boy moved over willingly and started to lick Joe's
face, they were like a pair of puppies licking me and each other.

'He's hard again,' Joe laughed and nodded at Martin, sure enough the tykes
boycock was at full stretch again.

'Can't help it,' Martin grinned.

'Come here,' I grabbed him from Joe and started to clean his face up
... with my tongue. We kissed and that was a first with Martin for me but
certainly not my last.

'I'm going to sort the bath out,' Joe hopped from the bed his flaccid meat
swinging. 'You two carry on, I'll give you a shout.'

'OK.' I lay back and cradled Martin in my arms and reached down for his
lovely little cock.  It was as hard as a nail, this kid had serious hormone
problems, he had too many,

'Have we got to take turns with the bath,' Martin whispered and submitted
to my carresses and ocassional kiss.

'Not this one, it'll take four or five.'

'Jeez,' Martin looked at me and grinned. 'Sounds fun.'

'It is.' I looked at him. 'Do you want to bring your friend up for a
sleepover next week or next weekend.'

'Can I, can I?'Martin was wide awake now.

'Yeah, you'll have to share the spare bedroom though.'

'Aw shucks,' Martin laughed.

'You gonna go for it.'

'I've got to, I love him,' the boy looked at me and smiled. 'I really love
him, I always have.'

'Amazing what a day with a pair of homos'll do for you.'

'Joe told you,' he squeaked indignantly.

'No he didn't,' I contradicted him. 'I guessed. Let's go and have a bath.'

'I'm hard again.'

'I'll sort that out for you,' I promised and took him into the bathroom
where Joe was just about to clamber into the sunken bath.

'Hey, that's so big. That is wicked,' Martin was nearly jumping up and
down.

'Come in,' Joe was wallowing in the hot water and foam, he looked
delicious, I could eat him.

Martin piled in without any further chat and was soon splashing about with
Joe, I also got in although I had a secret agenda which even Joe didn't
know about.

I let the kids enjoy themselves, I noticed with his playing around Joe was
also hard.'

'Sit on the edge, Joe,' I looked at him and smiled encouragingly. 'I hate
to see good stiffies going to waste.

'Alright,' Joe was quick on the uptake. He sat on the edge of the bath and
I got between his legs taking hold of his outsized cock. 'I don't believe
this,' Joe smiled down at me and closed his eyes.

'Get in behind me, Martin,' I spoke to the kid before giving Joe's wet cock
a lick.

'What, here?' I felt the boy between my legs and he placed his hands on my
soapy hips.

'Closer,' I took a couple of sucks of Joe's straining hardness.

I felt Martin close in and the feel of his stiff cock slipping across my
buttocks.

'Closer,' I murmured guiding him between my crack.

'Any closer and I'll ........' He broke off with a giggle.

'Go for it,' I leant forward to give Joe's glorious boymeat the attention
it deserved.

I felt a sudden jerk as Martin entered me and then clung like a leech for a
few moments before starting to move.

It took a while but it finished up with Martin wanking me and fucking
me. With me sucking Joe until he came and then Martin squirted up my ass
and I spent a load against the tiles of the bath.

'Bath time now,' I declared as Joe slipped back into the water and Martin
slipped free and as good as collapsed.

'I think I need a bit of a kip before the barby,' Joe spoke as he was
towelling off a little bit later.

'Good thinking,' I looked at Martin. 'You tired?'

'I'm absolutely shagged.'

'No, that's Sean's job,' I laughed.  'Come on let's have a lie down.'

'I'm in the middle,' Joe laughed and ran for the bedroom.

'Have I got to use the spare?' Martin looked at me with a slight smile on
his face.

'No but don't worry, your ass is safe.'

'Thank you,' he grinned. 'I trust you guys.'

'I said your ass was safe, I didn't say the rest of you was.'

'OK, OK.' He held his hands up. 'Let's go.'



SEAN

I got home late on the Monday evening and quite expected Martin to be
hovering around but there was no sign of him, I phoned his home and was
told by his Mother that he was away with Joe working for some guy up the
Burford Road and he was staying over. Now this was wierd because I know Joe
didn't know anyone up there and I also know that it's a richo fat cat's
patch, not a place they like Council kid's too much, they even have their
own wandering Security who make sure you don't linger.

Anyway, I gave up on it, I just hoped that Joe wasn't getting Martin into
any bother, I know Joe.

I laid in on the Tuesday and I had to answer the door around nine because
my Mum and Dad were away for the day at work. I rather hoped it was Martin
and sure enough it was.

'Can I come in,' he grinned as I peered around the door in my tatty
dressing gown.

'Suppose so,' I let him squeeze by me, I was naked under the gown and I
made sure he knew it.

'We going upstairs?' he looked at me in the dim hallway and then very
obviously looked down at my groin. I knew what he wanted, I knew what I
wanted, I'd been celibate for three days.

'Yeah,' I rasped. I'd had a blinding wank last night but I knew one handled
by Martin's small hands would be even better.

We'd discovered mutual masterbation when we were around eleven and it had
gone on from there, I didn't mean we did anything more than wank we just
did it more often. I was seventeen and he was sixteen but there were only
six months between us, sometimes were were the same age if you know what I
mean.

I was gay, I'd known that for sometime and I think I loved Martin, I
fancied Joe and I also fancied a slew of other kids it was just that in my
environ you just didn't come out of the closet. If you had any sense you
kept your secret well hidden and moved away when you were old enough. In an
increasingly tolerant world my little area wasn't. I was big enough to look
after myself but I had to stay, I loved Martin. Unfortunately, Martin had
his girly moments but I think he was straight. I'm not so sure about
Joe. As I've said, I rather fancied Joe but he wasn't Martin

I slipped back into bed giving Martin a sighting of my naked body and my
drooping dick which was extended with my recent thoughts.

'Tasty,' Martin giggled.

He was right. Even I thought I was tasty. I had a good tan, not bad looking
and had the build to suit my size, nothing flash but well appointed as the
Estate Agents would say. My dick topped out at around seven and half
inches, Martin had measured it once the little perv. He loved it, I'd have
loved him to get his sweet mouth it around even to get his sweet little
bubble butt around it but I think that would have been a little too much
for my dinky straightboy.

'Sit on the bed, Martin.' I patted alongside me and propped myself upright
against the headboard.

He kicked his trainers off and peeled his t-shirt off. He probably thought
we were going for the action but I wanted a few questions answered.

'Tell me all about your weekend.' I put my arm around his smooth shoulders
and pulled him a little closer until I could feel his warm flesh against
mine. I could feel my weapon stiffening under the bedding.

'Joe got beatup up by his Step Dad and thrown out Wednesday night....'

'I told you that Thursday.'

'Yeah well,' he started again. 'Joe belled me and asked if I wanted some
part time work up the road for a fiver an hour, cleaning a pool out and
sorting a shambles of a garden out.'

'Finished it?'

'No, and stop butting in,' he gave my bedding a gentle squeeze in the
general area of my hardness.  'I said I'd give it a go and I stayed up
there with him and his new partner.'

'What?'

'I think you heard,' he didn't look at me, I felt his body tense up.

'A partner as in a fuckin' woman or........'

'Or,' Martin giggled. 'Joe's gay, he's shacked up with this rich geezer, a
young bloke called Peter.'

'And you stayed there?'

'Yeah.'

'Ah well, the Bible says My Father's House had many Mansions.'

'What's that mean?' Did I mention Martin was a bit dense at times.

'It means that if Joe's gay then so be it, I stick by my friends gay or
otherwise, I'm not like the other wankers around here.'

'That's good,' Martin's voice quavered and then he jumped off the bed. 'I
think I'm gay as well.' He stood by the window not looking at me but
looking out onto the street.

'It's not catching, Martin,' I spoke a bit impatiently, I was a bit
worried, what the hell had he and Joe been upto over the weekend and where
did this other bloke fit in? If Joe had got Martin's pants off and fucked
him I'd go around and pull the Spanish bastard's head off.

'I know that,' Martin sounded close to tears. 'I did things with Joe and
Peter and I enjoyed it, I'm not ashamed ... I fuckin' enjoyed myself do you
understand.'

'Martin,' I wanted to sooth him but he collapsed on the end of the bed
crying his eyes out.

I jumped from the bed naked as I was and pulled him up and cuddled him,
thankfully the stiffy had collapsed at his exhibition.

'Don't hate me please, I don't want to lose you.'

That one I picked up on. Didn't want to lose me! He didn't have me, we were
only wanking chums after all, weren't we.

'Come on, lie with me,' I tugged him up the bed and we lay there in the
warm summer's mid morning air, he fully clothed and me buck naked.

He snuggled upto me and his small hands started to run up and down my body
as if exploring. Now this was a new one and one that I enjoyed I could feel
my meat hardening again.

'You're getting hard again,' his snuffling had stopped and he looked at me
with his tear streaked face. 'I don't want to lose you,' he repeated and
one hand cupping my ballsac, he kissed me gently on my nipple which was
already erect with the emotions flooding through me at the time. Talk about
teenage angst, I didn't know what the fuck was going on. He'd told me one
of my best ever friends, Joe, was gay and shacked up, he'd told me that he
thought he was gay but I was holding back but I was scared, I wanted to be
sure.

'You hard?'

'As a board,' he giggled and gently guided my hand down to the fork of his
trousers, he was right, I could feel his stiffness and I squeezed softly,
he had a lovely cock.

I unclipped the top of his clean jeans and shucked them down a bit until
his briefs were showing and he then lifted his bum enough for me to slide
them down around his knees.

'Get rid of the kit, slip in,' I tugged back the bedding in an invitation.

'We don't normally get in the bed,' he whispered kicking off his jeans and
standing there with his five and half or whatever hardness jutting from
it's sparse blonde pubics.

'Get in,' I'd nearly lost my voice, I was actually dribbling precum and I
don't ofter do that. It must be love.

He slipped and his warm naked body wriggled against mine, he turned to face
me as I turned to him.

'I love you, Sean.' his lips quicly brushed mine and he looked down as if
ashamed

I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer until our penises mashed
together and I kissed him fully on the lips for the first time ever. 'I
love you too, Martin.'

There you go. That was it, I'd said it and there was no way to unsay it.

'Pardon,' Martin looked at me with a vacant grin on his face and saucerlike
eyes. 'What did you say?'

'You heard me, Martin,' I put my arms around his slender waist and finally
clasped his beautiful white bubble butt for the first time. 'I love you,
Martin.' This time the kiss was hard and long and I felt his tongue sliding
across my lips, I opened my mouth to let it enter. That kiss went on for
ever.

'Thank God for that,' he whispered. 'I was so afraid.'

'Never, ever be afraid of me, Martin.'

'Sean, I've loved you for so long. I did dirty things with Joe and
Peter...................'

'How dirty?' If they'd forced him or hurt him I'd kill the bastards.

'Sucked and fucked,' his voice had dropped to a whisper.

'You fucked Joe?'

'And Peter,'he was still mumbling but he sounded quite proud.

I smiled into his hair, I'd never thought of Martin as a fucker. Now there
was an interesting thought.

''What about you?' I was dreading the answer.

'I saved it for you.'

'Saved what kid?'

'My virginity.'

I nearly burst out laughing, he sounded so camp.

'Good boy.' What else could I say.

'When I get fucked for the first time I want it to be you.' He pulled back
a bit and looked me in the eyes. 'I buggered about with the others but they
respected me.' He smiled slightly. 'They could have done me if they'd
wanted but they didn't. I told them I was saving myself for you.'

'I'll treasure that, Martin. I really will.'

He grinned like a Cheshire Cat, he was happy, I must have said the right
thing.

'I learnt a few things.'

'Like?'

'Like this,' he giggled and dived into the bedding and I could feel his
warm lips on my belly an inch away from my straining sex.  I couldn't
believe he was going to do it. 'Do you know what a sixty niner is,' his
voice was muffled under the blankets.

Did I know? Of course I fuckin' knew, I'd been dreaming about doing it with
him for years.. I could have screamed as his hot little wet moth engulfed
my throbbing knob, dribbles, the lot. God knows what he'd learnt up the
hill but I'd vote for it.

He needed me to do it and I did. I reached down and by turning a bit at a
time, by losing the bedclothes, by licking, by kissing and by still gently
pumping into his sweet mouth I got there.

'You ready for this, love.' I nosed his cute ball bag, I still couldn't
believe I was doing it.

'Please,' he whined.

I licked up his pale skinned shaft and as he continued to suck me and play
with my balls which were a bit hairier than his I sunk my mouth over his
pride and my joy.

It was beautiful, he jerked and almost immediately started to move in my
mouth as I did in his. A sixty niner, the phrase sounds a bit cheap and
nasty, but I recommend it especially if you love someone, it's the next
best thing to having them in your body and now we'd got this far how could
we stop.

'I gotta cum, Sean.' He grunted and held my head. 'I'm sorry.' He squirted
and splashed his sweet juice deep into the back of my throat and I loved
it, it was him, it was his essence and it was all mine. I didn't care who'd
drunk him before, this was my turn and I was loving it.

'You ready, Martin.' I could feel my cock harden like a rock and the surge
of heat gathering in my balls.

No reply. He just sucked harder.

Shit. It was explosive. I'd cum in his hands many times but this was
different, I was cumming like a garden hose, it just spurted and squirted
until he pulled off laughing his head off and tried to catch the fountain
as it splattered all over his face and chest.

'That was absolutely fuckin' fantastic,' he grinned at me from down under,
his face shiny and smeary splashed with my massive climax.

If I'd have had a cum-meter I'd have gone for the Guiness Book of Records,
Cum of the Century.

I was drained, I was shagged, I was knackered. I kissed his sweet spunky
face as he slid up alongside me and cuddled.'

'When we getting married,' he smiled and licked my face. Jeez, he was like
a fuckin' cat.

'I thought we were.' I held him, I'd never been so happy in my whole life,
all the need and the frustrations were gone, we'd come out, were were a
pair, an item, call it what you want. It was a bit of a private coming out
but it was ours, fuck the rest.

'Not until you take me all the way.'

'As in fucking you.'

'Making love to me,' he corrected. 'With me making love to you,' his hand
squeezed one of my cheeks.

'I'm sure we can manage that,' I grinned at him. I hadn't realised that he
might want to pump me up but why not, I rather fancied his cute little
dick, why not go all the way, he wasn't going to broadcast it around the
borough.

'We gotta get up, I promised we'd be up Peter's for lunch.'

'Jeez, do we have to?' I stretched in the bed quite happy lazing with my
warm little mate until his sharp teeth nipped my chest.

'Lunch at one,' Martin slipped from the bed and sat on the edge with his
face still smeary from our latest effort. 'Peter said he'd pick us up but I
said we'd cycle.'

'Great,' I tried to sound enthusiastic, the hill upto the posh part of town
was a killer. Mind you I cheered up a bit at the thought of seeing Joe
again, especially a liberated Joe. This Peter was another thing, just
another bridge to cross I guess.

We eventually got up and got cleaned up, by the time we got our act
together it was nearly midday and Martin was beginning to get on my nerves
with his, Peter this and Peter that. I needed to meet this guy and make my
own mind up. Martin did mention that if we 'slept over' up there we had our
own room which Joe had dubbed the Bridal Suite. Well done Joe, he's got all
the tact of a dustcart.

By the time we got there, we were hot and sweaty, Martin's chain kept
falling off which didn't please me too much so it was a relief to freewheel
down a small slope onto Peter's frontage.  A minute later a very handsome
guy opened the door, I could see Joe jumping around over his shoulder, they
must have been waiting for us.

Martin just dropped his bike and did hurried introductions. This Peter just
did not look his supposed twenty two, he looked to be around nineteen or
twenty but Martin had warned me. The house was flash, he must be loaded for
sure.  We shook hands and we babbled away, the usual polite bit until Joe
got into the conversation and that's a sure way for the chat to drop to
crotch level.

We all went around the back of the house into the garden and Peter showed
me the work the boys had done around the place and the pool which was now
filled with water and looked very inviting. The boys had disappeared into
the house.

'They can sort out the eats,' Peter looked at me with a slight smile. 'They
can't fuck up a ham salad.'

'I wouldn't bet on it,' I smiled back, he seemed easy enough to talk to and
I suppose our little gang owed him for rescuing Joe.

'You're nice,' Peter just blurted it out.

'Thank you.' I didn't know what to say, I wasn't used to people being this
open.

'I understand you're betrothed to Martin.'

Shit. What a thing to come out with

'Yes or no?' Peter pressed me.

'Yes.'

'Good,' Peter patted me on my shoulder and his hand lingered a little. 'Sit
down, we need to have a little chat.'

I sat down and when I saw him kick off his trainers and dangle his feet in
the cool water I did the same.

'It's nice up here,' I said feeling really at ease, I felt like I was in a
sanctuary of sorts, no traffic noise, no shouting neighbours. It was like a
little bit of heaven, just the three of us local lads and Peter.

'How far have you got with the boyfriend?'

Christ, he was talking about Martin. Looked like he'd been to the Joe Charm
School.

'Well, you know, just fooled about .....' I didn't really know what to say
or how much I wanted him to know about Martin and myself's bedroom secrets.

'I'm not trying to be nosy,' Peter's hand touched my bare leg and squeezed
gently. 'Joe and myself just want to help you and Martin get on. You do
know the boy loves you, don't you.'

'Yeah,' I croaked. Martin had spilled the bloody beans.

'Do you feel the same way?'

'Yes I do. I love Martin.' There it was, I'd said it again, this time to a
relative stranger.

'Excellent,' Peter grinned and blatantly stroked my leg. 'Perhaps I can
have a go after your honeymoon.'

'Maybe you can,' I smiled and got stiffer by the minute. This guy was
pretty blunt but it was his home turf after all and it was no secret what
he and Joe were upto. Of course, the fact that he was film star handsome
didn't count at all .... much.

'We've got a spare bedroom you and Martin whenever you want to use it.'

'Thank you.'

'A small rent .....'  he glanced sideways with a little grin.

'How much?' I didn't think money was going to get a mention.

'Maybe You and I, Martin and Joe, mixed doubles, whatever, one of these
fine days.'

'Sounds interesting,' I laughed. Christ, I'd only been in the place half an
hour and he'd propositioned me and suggested a bit of wife swopping
already.

'Good,' Peter stood and I could see his chinos had a pointy and I had the
disturbing desire to unzip him and see the thing in the flesh. One short
conversation and he'd turned me into a perv already. 'A bite to eat?'

I nearly told him to drop 'em but just nodded, I'm quite sure he had his
own agenda and it would unroll in time.

We wandered back to the patio to find the boys had set up tables and
chairs, the bonus was that whilst Peter had been chatting me they'd both
changed into swimming things which displayed their wares to the full. I
looked at Martin and lusted, unfortunately I also lusted after Joe. How's
that for faithfulness.

'Lunch is served, Masters,' Joe camped and Martin giggled like a little
girl, he was seriously hot and my hardon really did get hard. I could
imagine Martin's little body writhing on a bed being pierced by my flesh
until we both climaxed.

'Sit everyone,' Peter broke my train of thoughts although I could see
Martin glance at me and grin. He knew.

As Peter said even two sixteen year olds couldn't cock up a salad. Joe had
even done some chips and I remembered he did like greasy stuff, must be the
Spanish donkey in him. Now there's a thought. Christ, my mind was revolving
around sex all the time, it must be something in the air, sex gas or
something.

'It's bloody hot,' Joe grumbled through a mouthful of ham and lettuce.

'Don't talk with your mouth full,' Martin was doing his prissy bit.

'Not what you said the other night.'

'Shurrup,' Martin squeaked and turned bright red, Peter just laughed as I
did. Where was the harm, we were all mates together and Joe was going to
get his comeupance at my hands sooner or later.

'What's for afters?' Peter looked at Joe. Why did I think this was a loaded
question.

'Me,' Joe laughed.

'All of us,' Peter looked at me and gave a slight wink.

'Why not,' Joe reached up and stretched himself displaying his lithe brown
frame to the full, his sex bulked the front of the skimpy swimsuit, he
looked good enough to eat, I got the feeling that this may be a sort of
entrance exam ... sounded good to me.

'Fancy a bit of afters, Martin?' Peter asked.

'Yum, yum,' Martin grinned at me and gave me a funny look. He was asking my
permission.

'Sean?'

'Yeah,' I looked at Martin and grinned.

'OK,' Peter finished off his meal. We can lug the gazebo over to the pool
and chill out with a chiller.'

'And Joe,' Martin finished off for him.

Jeezus, I was hard, I hurriedly polished off my meal and quickly scanned
around. I wasn't the only one with a stiffy I could see Joe's prong
straining at his almost thong, there was a damp spot at the end. he noticed
my look and gave me the old Joe boy grin, you'd never put this kid
down. Peter was a very lucky man.

There was a bit of a flap about getting the table cleared away and things
over to the pool, the gazebo was only a light canvas awning on a frame but
it did the trick, it provided a shaded area where Peter spread a mixture of
throws I think they're called, lightweight covers anyway just to stop us
getting dirty on the grass.

Joe and Martin lugged a huge chiller from the kitchen between them and we
were all set. It started with Peter just shedding all his clothing and
getting into the water, Joe followed by peeling off his hadkerchief sized
costume and freeing his bouncing hardon, I hadn't realised how big he
was. His dark skinned cock stuck out like one of those old fashioned
battering rams, I noticed Martin look at it and lick his lips ... dirty
little sod.

Joe jumped in with Peter and it was Martin's turn, he tugged off his
costume and faced me allowing me a full frontal, he too sported a full
erection and I got the shortest of shows before he turned away with a laugh
and hopped into the pool with the other two. Christ, his flawless white
little boy bottom was worth fighting a war for. Helen of Troy eat your
heart out. Martin's ass would launch thousand ships as far as I was
concerned.

It was my turn and what could I do, I stripped off and stood as they all
had and exhibited myself. This was the first time I'd stood naked in front
of people with a raging erection going and I saw the pleasure in their
eyes, they all wanted a share, Martin wasn't the only one after a bit of
Sean but he was going to be my first and my main man. He was the one I
loved, Peter and Joe were just sex and that's as it should be.



MARTIN

I splashed about in the water and Joe groped me, I could feel his stiffy
bounce off my buns but my eyes we fixed on my Sean standing by the pool
naked and aroused.

'Jeez,' Joe whispered as his stiffness glided across my bum. 'I knew he was
big but I've never seen it hard.'

'Bombing,' Sean yelled and canonballed into the water sending out a huge
splash, after that it was a free for all until Peter and Joe got back to
the gazebo, I could see Peter fiddling around with something and recognised
it as a tube of KY.

'What they doing?' Sean moved behind me and I felt his huge cock slip
between my legs.

'We staying the night?' I squeezed hard on him and felt his breath hot on
my neck.

'Yeah, if we can.' I felt one hand on my taut belly and the other gently
hold my own erection but we were both watching the pair above us.

Joe was down on all fours like a dog and Peter was kneeling down behind
oiling up his stiff meat.

'Afters anyone,' Joe beamed, he was enjoying himself.

'Yeah, we'll stay,' I gave Sean's cock a final squeeze. 'I want that in me
tonight, lover.' I broke free and made for Joe, it was show time.

It was just as Sean clambered from the pool with his huge hardon swaying
that Joe gave a grunt. Peter had slid inside Joe's tight ass and was slowly
moving to and fro.

'Suck me, Martin ... please,' Joe's face was screwed up as he pushed
himself back onto Peter's thrusts.

I promptly slid under Joe in a sixty niner and took his large dribbly cock
into my mouth, he groaned his appreciation.

Sean knew exactly where to go, he knelt either side of my torso facing Joe
and fed his huge cock to my little Spanish mate's eager mouth.

Joe was being bum fucked, face fucked and having a blow job all at the same
time and he was wriggling and writhing thoroughly enjoying every minute and
every thusting inch as well.

Much to my surprise Sean and Peter musr have exchanged a look or something
because I felt Sean grasp my own stiffy and his hand was oily, he'd got
some KY from somewhere.

'This is a taster for tonight,' he held my slippery pole upright and sank
his ass onto me. I couldn't believe it, my big butch boyfriend was actually
absorbing my cock slowly but surely.

'Aaah,' I couldn't help it, I nearly choked on Joe's big penis as I tried
to fuck upwards into Sean's tight ass and suck Joe at the same time.

Joe was nearly doubled up as Peter plundered his rear, I sucked his cock
and Sean face fucked him and bounced up and down on my aching cock at the
same time.

Peter must have been the first to cum. He yelled out and gave one mighty
lunge into Joe's battered ass and clung to his young lover slowly pumping,
he must have filled Joe because from where I was I could see a dribble of
cum sliding down Joe's fuzzy nuts.

Joe came right after that spraying into my mouth and over my face. I
swallowed and gobbled until he jerked away, his cock must have been sore. I
licked him clean still pumping upwards trying to match Sean's movements as
he face fucked Joe.

'Jeeez.' Sean and I called out at the same time, he clearly squirted into
Joe and Joe missed some as it splattered onto my belly. At the same time I
felt a hot suge as my own spunk shot up my cock deep into Sean's beautiful
tight bottom.

We fell apart in a tangle of arms and legs but Sean held onto me and
wriggled back onto my softening cock.

Joe and Peter were furiously snogging and we left them to it.

'You were good little guy,' Sean grinned as my limp dick slipped from his
bum. 'I dunno what made me do that but it was good.'

'For me too,' I agreed.

'Help yourself to drinks, lads,' Joe and Peter were still wrestling around
together, they just couldn't get enough of each other.

'You ready for this,' I looked at Sean and grinned.

'Ready for what,' Sean gave me a lazy smile.

I pushed him flat on his back and sank my mouth over his limp sausage. It
soon came to life.

Basically we just buggered about and enjoyed the sunny afternoon, in the
evening we eat again and watched a couple of videos accompanied by a brace
of cans. I cuddled upto my Sean, it couldn't get much better than this but
it did.

Quite obviously we'd booked infor the night with Peter and I for one was
looking forward to bed. Sleeping with my big boyfriend for the first time.

Sean had been having a low chat with Peter and Joe had decided to fall
asleep in an armchair.

'I think I'm ready for bed,' Peter stood up and yawned.

'I think Joe is as well,' Sean chuckled and looked at me. I could see it in
his beautiful brown eyes. My time had come, he wanted me.

'I'm tired as well.' I had to yawn as well, yawning's catching.

'Not too tired, I hope?' Sean pulled me to my feet and gave me a rather
chaste kiss on the lips.

'Never too tired for you.' I felt his revitalised hardness through his
shorts, he was ready.

'Night night, lovers,' Joe had awoken and had clambered to his feet, he
stood there with a tired grin on his face until Peter nudged him toward the
stairs.

'Good night,' Peter smiled over his shoulder and patted Joe's bottom.
'Have fun.'

'We're gonna try,' Sean laughed and picked me up and slung me over his
shoulder.

'Put me down you fuckin' hooligan,' I pummelled his back as he took me
upstairs, not too hard mind you, just enough to let him know I was there.

In the room he closed the door with his foot and gently lay me on the bed.

We undressed each other slowly until we were naked with me laying flat on
the bed and him crouched over me.

I want this to be good,' Sean whispered and kissed me. 'It seems the best
way for a first time is if you lay on your tummy and I loosen you up well
before any penetration.'

'You've been listening to Peter. The classic textbook fuck.' I laughed.

'The Beginners Guide to Making Love,' he grinned and bent his head to kiss
my stiffy which was sticking straight up my belly.

I rolled onto my tummy, I wanted him and I wanted him now. What he didn't
know was that I'd been chatting to Joe and asking advice on taking Sean's
huge penis without getting hurt Joe being Joe had volunteered to try Sean
out but I'd soon blocked the randy little slag, well he's bigger than me
but that's not the point. I was going to be Sean's first or die in the
atempt.

'You are so beautiful,' Sean nuzzled at my buns, I could feel his nose
press against me and then his tongue slowly and sensually slid down my
crack.

'Oooh,' I grasped the pillow and relaxed totally following Joe's advice.

'Good boy,' Sean whispered and he slid a pillow under my erection raising
my bum it the air a bit, 'Open up.'  He kissed my bottom and applied his
tongue again. Suddenly I felt a cold greasy finger slip between my buns.

'Don't hurt me, Sean.' I opened my legs wider for him to do what he had to.

Sean continued to kiss me and murmur little lovey things as he gently
penetrated my ring and I felt his finger work in and out with a slight
stirring motion. It felt great. I gave a litle push up and giggled, his
finger had hit something inside, Joe had told me the name but I'd
forgotten. I felt my hardness pulse a litle precum, if Sean kept this up
I'd be cumming all over the place.

His finger slid free to be replaced by something bigger, he ever so slowly
and ever so gently slipped two fingers inside me and I swear I could feel
my back passage stretching, I was so hard it was unbearable.

'Fuck me, fuck me,' I babbled and forced myself back onto his thrusting
fingers but then again he didn't have seven and half inch fingers.

'Not yet,' he whispered and began to finger fuck me again and stretch the
muscle of my chute. 'I don't want to hurt you.' I gasped as his fingers
slipped out and then in again oilier this time.

I could feel my dick leaking like a tap as he finger fucked me faster and
deeper, I pushed up into his thrusts and then he slipped free again.

This time I flinched as I felt a mass at my back door and a sudden jerk.

'Shit, that hurt,' I jerked as I felt the bigger intrusion spread my ring
and start to move inside yet again.

'Sorry, sorry,' Sean gently slipped his three oil covered fingers free and
my hungry boy pussy felt the loss.

'Do it again, don't stop,' I looked over my shoulders and wiggled my butt.

'I can't hurt you,' Sean looked close to tears.

'Keep going, I'll live,' I gave him a tired smile. I didn't want him giving
up now. I could see his monster cock was shiny with KY and precum, I
couldn't let him down now. 'Finger me for a couple of minutes and then flip
me, I want to see you as you take me.'

'Peter said......'

'Fuck Peter,' I whispered fiercely. 'I fuckin love you, I want you from the
front.'

'Orrite,' he gave in. 'I'll be extra slow, I won't hurt you. If I do, tell
me to stop.'

'OK, OK.' I grinned in to the pillow. I knew that's how he wanted to do it
and that's the way it was going to get done. I wanted to stare into his
beautiful eyes and I wanted to look at him as he filled me with his hot
juice.

I jerked again as I felt his three fingers enter me and start to move. I
was quite enjoying myself, I'd got used to the funny feeling of something
inside my body and I was just about ready for the main course.

The next down stroke of his fingers I pulled clear and rolled onto my back
and raised my knees to my chest.

'Move in closer,' I whispered. It was now or never. I grasped his oiled
cock as he nudged in, I slowly wanked the oil over his semen stained glans
and positioned it at my hole. 'Slowly, Sean.'

I thought he was going to bottle out at the last moment but in the end I
felt the pressure against my sphincter and it hurt. I remember comparing
his glans to a large plum or even an egg, it was huge but it was spongy and
I felt a jerk as it forced past my gateway, only about another seven inches
to go.

I grited my teeth as he slowly lowered his body sinking his thick shaft up
my ass.

'Start fucking your way in,' I whispered and held his hips. 'Gently,
Sean. Gently.'

He was gentle, very gentle.' He slowly fucked and at each thrust his face
got neared, I could feel his loglike shaft begin to fill my belly.

'Gawd, that's so nice,' his belly was as tight as a drum as I ran my hand
over it.

I just smiled up at him, it hurt a bit but the hurt was fading I could feel
pleasure as his slippery glans slid across that spot, the gland that Joey
had waffled on about.

'Harder,' I croaked, I was ready.

He began to move faster and I was loving it.

'All the way, Sean.' I tried to force myself on him but he had more sense
than I did, he flathanded my belly and kept up his penetration sinking
deeper at each thrust. What he didn't do was rip in deep in one fell
swoop. As I said, he had more sense than I did.

He was getiting there, I could feel his pubics lightly brush my flesh. I
squeezed my bum on his oily cock, the last time we'd done the measuring bit
it came out at a little seven and a half inches and I was nearly all in my
gut.

'Go on, Sean,' I egged him on. 'Fuck me,' I nearly shouted out

That was it. He lost it. He gave one final shove and I could feel his belly
pressing against my balls, he was in, that was it. Well, not quite.

The experience of a lifetime followed. He made it last forever, at one
stage he was nearly slipping the full length out and then slapping it back
in, it was like each motion was opening me up afresh.

I was in heaven as his big penis battered and bashed into my body, he was
making love to me like a rutting animal and I was loving it, I actually
came before he did. I felt my cock swell and jerk a huge splashing creamy
climax between our sweaty bellies.

He grinned and kissed me harder and thrust deeply for the last time, I felt
his huge prong throb and hot spurts of his cum shot into my belly, it
seemed to go on forever, spurt after spurt of his virile juice, I felt some
trickle out of my hole and down my back, he'd well and truly flooded me.

I was a soggy, sorry well fucked young lover and, at last, I was satisfied
... or nearly.

'That was fantastic,' I grinned up at him and dropped my tired legs. We lay
kissing and sliding on our spent cocks trapped between our cum soaked
bellies.  My ass was on fire but I didn't give a shit , he would fuck me
again before the night was out I'd make sure of that, maybe even go for a
hat trick.

I was in love with him, I couldn't get enough and from the way he was
kissing me and cuddling up I was pretty sure the feeling was mutual


PETER

Time to close. Over a period of time Joe established contact with the
Spanish side of his family, his father's side and we visited them. I
suppose it was serendipity that made Joe's youngest uncle as gay as a three
bob watch. We all got on fine, the following year we took Sean and Martin
with us and had a hoot. It was through Joe's Uncle Carlos who was a teacher
that we came up with the exchange plan and got to know quite a few young
Spanish smoothies and hairies.

Joe and Sean actually went to Night School and learnt Spanish properly
which helped as we made contacts and set up the Exchange Business.

Martin is no longer Little Martin his growth spurt finally arrived and he's
as big as I am but still shorter than Sean. As loveable?  Of course he is.

Sean's still Sean twelve years on, he's still madly in love with Martin and
they've got a house right next door. Cosy. eh? I've got to say here and
now, Sean is a rock. Even with Joe and Martin's enthusiasm and my cash we'd
never have got to where we are now without his keen intelligence and his
steady good humour ..... you owe me a fiver for that one, Sean.

And Joe. What can I say about Joe, half loony Spaniard, half little Lost
Boy. I love him and as we said those many years ago we'd adventure and we
have, but we always come back together in the end. I love him so dearly it
hurts at times but life would have been so boring without my boy Joe and
his mates.  I love Joe and I hope he loves me ..... end of story.


JOE

End of story? Not quite. Of course I love you, how dare you fuckin' doubt
me. Sean and Martin love you, Uncle Carlos loves you as do all those
Spanish fourteen year olds -the randy little sods you smuggle into the
villa when I'm not around - they all love you, but I love you the most. I
always have and I always shall. Now that's the end of the story.



					THE END


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