Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2003 05:32:58 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: The Odd Job Boy - Part 3

WARNING

This story is homoereotic in content and may contain sex scenes beteeen men
on boys and boys on boys.

If it is illegal to read such material in your geographical area you should
GO NOW My people live in an alternate universe, a universe where there are
no AIDS and STDs and that is why they're a bit slap happy on the sex front.

I originally intended to keep THE ODD JOB BOY to the Prologue and 2 Parts
but the more I read it the more I thought it cried out for continuation,
plus I fell in love with Joe (how's that for sad).

This one's a bit long winded but I wanted to sort out the relationships a
bit and detatch them from their families ... of course I also had to sort
out the evil Charles.

Incidently; I've got to lay off the Spanish angle, I don't know any Spanish
and very little about Spain.  If anyone wants to write a Chapter on the
boys adventures in Spain, I'll submit it as an ODD JOB BOY Chapter and give
them FULL CREDIT but it need to come through me so I can add the little
'Peter Preface' as I've done with this one.!!!



THE ODD JOB BOY

by

G. Cutter


Part 3


PETER

I was sitting out in the sun the other day and Joe came by with a tiny
Spanish kid and I supected they were bedroom bound, Joe's so incredibly
randy and this kid seemed up for it but Joe had something on his mind.

'Hi, Boss. He sat down and the kid (a quite delightful kid I might add)
hovered at his shoulder.

'Hi to you,' I smiled briefly at the boy and looked at Joe. When he called
me Boss he had something special on his peanut sized mind.

'You know the story.....'

'Go on.'

'We could do more bits - you and that newspaper boy in the gym, those photo
sessions - you know what I mean.'

'Sean, Martin and little Willy on the oily plastic,' I suggested.

'That time the Bob-a-Jobbers filled the pool with bath foam......'

'And we all got in,' Joe laughed. He slipped a hand up the smooth leg of
the boy standing by his side, the boy giggled but I noticed he didn't pull
away, Joe's hand slid under the hem of the kid's blue shorts.

'Go for it. I'll do a bit of an intro, you do a bit and then the four of us
can do what we did last time.'

'Simon and the little 'un are coming over in a week ain't they?' Joe looked
like he'd had a bright idea. Small chance and no chance.

'Yeah, Simon and little Willy although he prefers Will now he's nearly six
feet.'

'They could have a go, it's nice to have a different perspective now and
then.'

'That's a big word for you. Still, we'll go for it. Alright?'

'Alright,' Joe stood and looked at me with his arm casually draped around
his companions shoulder. 'Threesome?'

I looked at the kid by Joe's side, he couldn't have been more than fourteen
if that. He was absolutely beautiful and I could see the faintest outline
of his genitalia showing in his shorts.

'Pablo goes like a little bunny rabbit,' Joe laughed and squeezed his
little mates shoulder. 'Dontcha, Pabs?'

'Si, si,' the kid grinned and nodded his little head up and down

A threesome with a Spanish minor. Why not?  I climbed to my feet, it could
be another long day.




JOE


After we'd got Sean and Martin sorted out on the romance front we all
settled into a routine. The newly married couple came up each day on their
bikes and we really trashed Peter's garden, we had to get a skip in the end
to get rid of all the crap.

We, or rather Peter, allocated the lovers the other spare room the one that
had it's own bathroom so they were pretty self contained. They came up
daily as a pair and Peter always found them something to do and he paid
them. Sean true to form insisted on paying for his food and made Martin do
the same as if Peter was worried. He told me after a while that he had a
big chunk of his winnings in Gilt Edged Goverment thingies which brought
him in a steady and generous income without really bending his original
kitty.

I found out a lot more about him in the following weeks. He liked his gym,
he liked photography and he absolutely loved his computer. I think he loved
that bloody thing more than he did me but then again he couldn't have sex
with the computer so, maybe not.

He was into Japanese manga and hentai which is a sorta cartoony thing where
all the girls are schoolgirls with big titties and all the boys have round
eyes and big dicks. I found it all a bit strange. He was also into yaoi
which is the gay version of this stuff, this I loved. He followed a couple
of excellent sites and he told me one evening that he wanted to take photos
of boys but boys like the cartoons which mystified me a bit until he
elaborated on it.

A site called Massive Destruction (plug) did an assortment of pictures of
various characters in varied poses all sexual. He had me down as an Ash
lookalike, you know, the Ash from Pokemon.  He showed me a couple of
pictures of Ash with this other character Gary and after a lot of beating
around the bush he told me he'd like to exactly duplicate a couple of MD's
pictures. Needless to say they were both of Ash getting a good stuffing.

'What about Martin?'

'No, he'd make a good Link, the elf,' he looked at me quite
seriously. 'We'd have to fix him pointy ears though.'

'Yeah, right oh ...  Sean?'

'Looks too tough, he'd make a good Ronin Warrior.'

'I know a guy.....'

'Somehow I knew you would,' Peter laughed.

'His name's Simon, he works in Safeway, he's a bit of a laugh as it
happens.'

'Would he be interested.'

'Dunno,' I looked at my Boss and lover. 'Could cost money.'

'If I can get some good pictures it's be worth it,' Peter looked vacant for
a moment. 'We can get the baseball cap and the rest of it at that fancy
dress place in Kingston. By the way. How old is this kid?'

'Simon's seventeen I think.'

'Good, he needs to be a bit older than Ash.' Peter grinned. 'So you fancy
this Simon?'

'Just a smidgeon.'

'We'll go for it,' Peter decided. 'If we can get the ears we can do Martin
this weekend.'

Pointy ears?  I fuckin' ask you. This man was mad.

Anyway, Peter didn't hang around, we were down Safeways an hour later doing
our shopping, the odd couple bit if you know what I mean. I was keeping a
wary eye out for my ex mum and also looking for Simon, I finally found him
topping up the beer shelves. I waved at Peter and approached Sy. What we'd
organised was that I'd chat Sy up and Peter could have a viewing, he'd let
me know later if he wanted Sy, for the pictures of course. I wan't a
procurer, at least not yet.

Simon was OK, I thought he was very attractive, he was slightly taller than
me and what I suppose you'd call gangly, he had a bit of filling out to do,
anyway we had a bit of a chat and I saw Peter doing his peepy perv bit.

A bit later I tied up with Peter.

'Well.'

'He's fuckin' beautiful,' Peter was gone, he was literally throbbing with
lust.

'More than me?' I was jealous and must have showed it, this was a new
experience for me

'Outside, we gotta talk,' Peter frowned at me and hurried me outside, I
could tell he was annoyed. What was up now?

'Listen up, Dickhead,' We sat in the car and looked out onto the car
park. 'I told you I loved you and I do.'

'The way you looked at Simon.....'

'I'd like to fuck the ass off him,' Peter spoke brutally. 'But I love you
and that's all that matters, that's all you've got to keep in that thick
skull of yours ..... I fuckin' love you, how many more times.'

'OK, OK.' I held my hand up to stop him. 'Spat over?'

'OK,' he agreed calming down.

'Do you want me to chat Sy.'

'I don't know,' Peter looked at me. 'I could lust this kid a lot.'

'Me too,' I grinned and opened the door. 'I'll go and chat to him.'

'OK,' Peter gave me a quick grin and reached for his newspaper. I was on my
own.

'Sy,' I called out just as he was about to wheel his cage thing full of
empty boxes into the back of the store.

'Whassup, man.' Did I mention he thought he was some sort of a dude.

'I got a deal for you.'

'Really?'

'Money for photos,' I said looking for some reaction.

'What sort of photos?' He looked suspicious but I knew he was always short
of money

'Physique type, you know. Pinup stuff.'

'What, nudes?' he backed me against the wall and his voice had dropped to a
whisper.

'Yeah, maybe some doubles as well.'  Here I was really pushing my luck.

'With who?'

'Me, Sean or Martin.'

'Oh,' his frown cleared. 'All kids I know.'

'Yeah.'

'Nudes,' he actually grinned. I knew then he was hooked. I reckoned he
might even have the hots for one of us.

'What sort of money?'

'Thirty quid a session.' Peter had told me fifty but I'd just appointed
myself Business Manager.

'Sounds good,' Simon was shaking, he was either a bag of nerves or he was
excited, I didn't know which. 'I wouldn't mind a go, I need the dosh.'

'What time do you finish?'

'Around four.'

'If you wanna earn tonight give us a bell, if not, bell us when you're
ready.' I gave him one of Peter's cards.

'Tonight,' Simon promised. 'Who's this Chubb guy?' He squinted at the card.

'My partner,' I laughed and walked off, that'd give him something to think
about.

We drove home and on the way I reported to Peter, he seemed pleased enough
and we parked up and offloaded the shopping. We only had an hour and a half
to wait for a result so Peter decided to sort out his little studio and I
helped.  All he did was park this little sofa type thingy in the middle of
his backdrop paper and that was it. It was called a chaise lounge or
something and it looked like a bit of a sofa but with only one arm

'Victorian ladies used to dispose themselves on these things awaiting the
attentions of their suitors,' Peter informed me.

'Dispose, what like in rubbish.'

'Elegantly flop about on it to you, you tit,' Peter laughed. 'We'll get
some lights set up and see if our victim rolls up.'

We did just that and just as we finished the phone started to ring. We both
galloped downstairs like a herd of buffalo, a small herd that is.

Sure enough it was a nervous sounding Simon but he was ready and willing to
give it a go, I wondered how he'd taken the 'partner' comment.

I'll handle the stills, you do the video and........ Peter looked at me
sideways.

'And?'

'If we get the chance you can strip off and join ... just a bit of pairing,
no dirty stuff.'

'Play it by ear.' We were approaching Safeways and I was eyeballing for
Simon. 'There he is by the bus stop.'

Peter drew in and I hustled Simon into the back of the motor and got in
with him, the old ladies at the stop looked at us curiously and we were
away.

'Hello, Simon, I'm Peter.' Peter looked in the rearview at us both.

'Hi,' Simon seemed a bit shy but then he looked at me and spoke again. 'You
and Joe are business partners?'

'Not quite,' Peter kept his eyes on the road.

'We're partners, Simon. Not business partners.' That told him. Actually,
Peter had told me to tell the truth, if Simon threw a wobbly or anything
we'd drop him off at the end of his street and that would be the end of it.

'Gotcha,' Simon gave me a small very uncertain smile but that was all.

We got to the house and Simon looked suitably impressed. A bit later we
perched on the patio and enjoyed a can, Simon was still in his green
workshirt and black trousers, the Safeway uniform.

'I feel grotty,' he plucked his shirt and looked at Peter and myself shyly.

'You can always have a bath or a shower before posing.' Peter smiled
encouragingly.

'Yeah,' Simon was noncommital, I still wasn't sure if he was going to strip
for the camera or do a runner. 'When do you want to start?'

'You in a rush?' I asked.

'No, no,' Simon sipped his can. 'No panic.'

Peter pulled out a folder from under his chair and slid out a couple of
prints. My heart dropped, Simon would shit a brick if they were the pics I
thought they might be. Fortunately they weren't, they were what you could
call non-yaoi stuff by P.L. Nunn (another plug). They were nudes but
tasteful, the art was absolutely fantastic, all the guys were slender
beauties with almond eyes but European features. Furthermore, Simon liked
them, his face had gotten a smile on it at last.

'Did you so these,' he looked at Peter like he was Picasso or somebody.

'No,' Peter laughed. 'What I want is to do simulate or copy this type of
picture with real life models.'

'These guys are real good looking,' Simon was looking through the little
clutch of pictures. 'Big too,' he giggled as he examined a semi erect youth
with pointy ears and a tail.

'You want to see the others,' I brought the arty-tarty pair back to ground
zero.

Peter gave me a murderous look but I pressed on. 'There are some a bit more
advanced,' I smiled at Peter. 'I like 'em.'

'Show.' Simon looked at Peter with a slight smile, he had the old dog
sussed out.

Peter passed over a further handfull of pictures all by Nunn I noticed, he
obviously wasn't going to show the rather more earthy MDs just yet.

This batch of Nunn's were groping and sucking even one of someone cumming
on his chum's belly.'

'Oh,' Simon's eyes opened wide and a slow smile spread over his
face. 'They're very good,' his voice trembled.

'Could you do this sort of thing?' I asked on Peter's behalf trying to
redeem myself otherwise I was in for a hard night tonight in more ways than
one.

'With the right person,' Simon whispered and I grinned at Peter, we were
almost there.

'Me ..... little Martin ..... Sean .....?'

'Yeah,' Simon croaked and stared at the table. 'Willy.'

'Pardon?' Peter had rejoined the conversation.

'My young cousin, Willy,' Simon looked embarassed. 'He'd make a good model
but he's a bit short. He'd go alright with Little Martin.'

'How old is he?' Me this time.

'Thirteen, maybe fourteen.' Simon gulped and this time went beet red. I
wondered what Simon had got going with this kid as did Peter going by his
look.

'All in time,' Peter stood up and left.

'I haven't upset him, have I?' Simon whispered as Peter went into the
house.

'I imagine he's gone to have a wank.'

'Prick,' Simon laughed, his colour was returning to normal. 'Do you do this
stuff?'

'Done a bit of solo but not with another boy.'

'Right,' Simon looked thoughtful and Peter was still missing. 'Are you and
that guy like.....' He crossed his fingers.

'We're married.' Now that was pretty final. If Simon had any reservations
now was the time to air them.

'Righton,' he grinned. 'But you'd double up with me for the pictures?' His
shy look had returned.

'Love to,' I reached over and grasped his groin. Boy. He was meaty. I sat
and watched as he shot up around ten feet and descended to earth with a
bang just as Peter returned with some more cans.

'What's up?' Peter looked at Simon's astonished face and me sitting there
with a big grin.

'I was just measuring Sy up ... for the photoshoot that is.'

'Figures,' Peter was so cool. I'd just groped his new lust and he hadn't
batted an eyelid.

We sat in companionable silence for a bit. Peter rambled on a little how he
wanted to exactly duplicate some of Nunn's stuff and then some of MD's.  He
didn't show Simon the Massive Destruction pictures, Simon would have
freaked. They would come later.

'I wouldn't mind that bath or shower,' Simon piped up as I could see Peter
was getting impatient and perhaps he sensed it too.

'Why don't you show him,' Peter looked at me. 'You could share and then we
could go straight into a couple of tasteful doubles.'

'Tasteful,' I snorted and Simon laughed.

'Come on, Sy. Before Peter get's your drawers down.' I grabbed Simon's
wrist and dragged him upstairs. Peter just sat there and grinned. Whatever
was brewing up in his twisted litle mind must have been working out.

'Dump your gear,' I told Sy once we were in the bathroom. He was gazing at
the sunken bath in fascination.

'It's so big,' he breathed,

'You haven't seen it yet,' I quipped tugging my t-shirt off. Did I tell you
I did a comedy routine.

'Tart,' Simon grinned and slowly unbuttoned his work shirt. I think he was
a bit nervous, let's face it you may share a shower on school sports day
but sharing a bath with a buddy is a little more personal even a little gay
if you know what I mean. I noticed Simon looking at me as I slipped into
the bath with, thankfully, nothing more than a lazy lob on.

Simon was a different matter, he dropped his pants turned away from me and
I studied his lovely bubble butt. I'd never seen him naked before and I was
keen to see what he had around the front.

He was fuckin' enormous. I oggled him as he gave me a little smile and
slipped into the water. He was bigger than Sean and he was bloody
big. Simon who I suspected was nearly at full stretch was as big as Sean
when fully hard. God knows what size it was when he had a steaming stiffy.

'You're staring,' he laughed as our bodies slid together. He must be
gaining confidence now that we were alone and hidden by the water.

'Jeez.' I stared at him. 'You're so big.'

'I can't help it,' he looked ashamed for a minute. 'I'm not a fuckin' freak
you know.'

'Sorry, pal.' I couldn't help myself. I reached out in the soapy water and
put my arm around his waist pulling us together.

'What if your mate comes in,' Simon spoke nervously but he didn't try to
pull away.

'He won't.' I said confidently and pulled us closer together, I reached
down with my free hand and softly grasped his gi-huge tool, he was fully
hard and it felt like some sort of staff in my hand.

'Jeez,' Simon sighed and relaxed. 'I knew you'd do that sooner or later.'

'Sooner, eh,' I grinned inanely and worked his loose skin up and down on
it's core of rock hard flesh. 'You should cum before the pics otherwise you
could squirt all over the camera.'

'I'll cum in the bath in a minute,' Simon groaned.

'Do you fancy me,' I whispered in his ear.

'Something rotten,' he whimpered as I tightened my grip and moved my had up
and down on his hardness.

'I'm not a one way street,' I informed him.

'I'll suffer,' he chuckled and reached out himself and grasped my, by now,
hard meat.

'I wasn't talking about wanking,' I kept my voice down,' I didn't think
Peter would be eavesdropping but I wasn't taking any chances.

'Oh.'

'Stand up.'

'I was just getting comfortable,' he grumbled but stood up in the water all
the same with his massive penis jutting out and up. It was shiny wet and
soapy and I could have let him fuck me in a nanosecond but we hadn't got
the time. I knelt up and moved in, holding his hot meat down at a slight
angle I slipped my mough over his swollen knob. I could feel the slight
taste of his precum as I started to bob my head up and down on his massive
organ. This would be a quicky, I could feel his balls tight in their sac,
he wouldn't last too long.

I slid my hands around his water slicked cheeks and parted his buns. 'You
up for this,' I nuzzled at his tight ballsac.

'Go on,' he purred trying to feed his cock back into my mouth.

I took him in my mouth again and sucked his precum, he was dribbling like a
tap. I savoured his tart slightly salty juice and slipped two fingers up
and through his pucker.

'Gaaah,' he spasmed and clamped on my fingers now feeling around in his
body and obviously hitting the spot. 'Jeeeeez,' he gave a sorta whine and
erupted. His huge cock throbbed and jerked in my mouth. I was drowning in
spunk. I swallowed and swallowed his spurting as he emptied himself into my
mouth, over my face and chest, the pearly splashing love juice was
everywhere. If that went off up your ass you'd explode.

'Joe, that's was so good,' he sighed and nearly fell on me.

'Get sorted, you're a star.' I sluiced his cum off my face and chest, I had
to have this kid with or without Peter, twosome or threesome I just wanted
his big cock in me, I wanted him to take me all the way.

We got gowns on and walked into the studio to find Peter fiddling around
with his cameras. He gave me a bit of a dirty look but fuck 'im, he'd lined
it up after all. I noticed that he'd lugged a matress and a couple of
pillows in and covered them with a bedspread, so much for the wholesome
stuff.

'OK, strip off, kiddos,' Peter was hyper, he was jumping around like a
squirrel on speed. However, he calmed down when Simon dropped his gown and
stood with his now relaxed schlong dangling, to make it better although he
was slender he had a good body even the beginnings of the much quoted six
pack. If anything he was a little like Sean bodywise although Sean massed
bigger.

'Well, well,' Peter rubbed his hands like an ol' perv. 'Very nice.'

'Thank you,' Simon actually simpered.

'He meant me, you slut,' I did my bit to bring the conversation back to
earth. They'd be doing the kissy bit in a minute or so.

'OK.' Peter got a grip on himself. 'Let's do some work.' He posed us back
to back to begin with, bum to bum as it were. Then a rather chaste kiss
with danglies touching and then a succession of poses all completely
innocent but all vaguely along the PL Nunn lines.

Of course as time went by we both started to get hard again and Peter
started to up the ante.

'Joe, do you mind licking Simon's penis.'

'My pleasure,' I leant over Simon who was draped over the chaise
thingy. Simon put a suffering expression on his face as I lapped at his
organ and of course, it got harder.'

'Take it in your mouth, Joe.'

I did and the suffering left Simon's face, he was loving it and he was
getting paid as well.

'I wanna role reversal now,' Peter spoke quietly and held his camera by the
tripod and moved it closer. 'Simon you do Joe.'

I looked at Simon. This was crunch time could he do it or was he going to
fail Peter's pretty obvious test. Simon got off the thingy and put his hand
on my shoulders, he kissed me. Whoa ... this wasn't in the script. 'No
probs, Peter,' Simon grinned and crouched above me and kissed me again on
the belly.

'On his dick please,' Peter husked, I glanced over and saw the obvious
bulge in his chinos.

'No probs,' Simon grinned and sank his mouth over my now stiff pole and
gently sucked and started to move his lips up and down my shaft.

I heard the camera clicking away and finally Peter stopped . 'All done,' he
declared quietly. To my absolute fury Simon gave me a final kiss on the
belly and stood, both me he and me were as hard as flagpoles.

'Is that bed any good?' I sat up and looked at Simon and I glanced at Peter
he was busy peeling his shirt off, he was either going to leap on me, leap
on Simon or both.

'Come on, Sy. Let's give the ol' guy a heart attack.'

'He's not old, he's nice,' Simon giggled and flopped onto the bed and I
followed.  Thank God for that. I knew I wanted Simon in me, I was pretty
sure Peter wanted Simon's tight ass, so if all worked out Simon was in for
the ride of his life.




SIMON


I couldn't believe I was doing this, I know there was the money but I earnt
that, this was private work. I gotta admit I'd always liked Joe, he was the
original cheeky chappy although I understood he had a pretty crap home
life.  He seemed to have done well with this Peter, the bloke looked like a
cross between Brad Pitt in his younger days and the late lamented River
Phoenix ... and that can't be bad ... in fact, it's all good.

I knew he wanted Joe and me to do the dirty for his 'art' but I hadn't
realised he would want to join in, not that I minded. I wasn't going to
tell them that I'd been fucked once and it had hurt me horribly. I don't
think these two were the hurting kind although Joe was a bit on the big
side. I didn't know how they wanted to play this but I had to appear not to
keen, I wasn't ready to come out just yet. I wanted my cousin Willy up here
but I didn't want to let this pair loose on him, Christ he was only a kid,
hee hee. He was mine.

I snuggled down against Joe's body and kissed him again, I think I'd thrown
him a bit the first time I'd done it. He kissed me in return and looked me
steadily in the eyes. He mouthed something silently and I didn't get it.

'Pardon?'

'I think he wants this,' Peter stuck a tube of KY in my hand. I wasn't
daft, I knew exactly KY was. Joe took it from me and uncapped it.

This was so out of it I was shaking with anticipation and a little
fright. I'd never fucked anyone before and I could see quite plainly that
Joe Rodriguez wanted me, he actually wanted me to do him. He lifted his
legs up and smeared some of the oil on his asshole and prodded his pucker
with his finger.

'Do me,' he whispered urgently. Put some on that thing of yours.'  I felt
Peter's firm body snuggle up as I took the KY.  Looks like the ol' boy as
Joe called him was going to complete the party and I had the feeling it was
going to be a whole lot better than the last time I'd done this sort of
stuff.

I oiled Joe up, I even got to my knees between his legs and prodded his
ring and let my finger slip into his hot little ass. He squirmed and
grinned at me.

'Good 'ere, innit?' What could I say. My dick was as hard as an iron bar
and was even dribbling. Jesus, he'd drained me an hour or so ago. Another
thing, I could feel Peter kneeling behind me and his hands were running
over my chest and my tight stomach, his hot hardness was pressed up against
my bum. I coated my dick until it was as slippery as an eel, the precum
helped but I wondered how brave Joe was, he looked a little frightened as I
loomed over him.  Mind you he was taking pot luck, I'd never actually done
someone before, I'd have to be careful.

'You're very big,' Peter whispered over my shoulder. 'If he hurts. Stop.'

'I don't want to hurt Joe.'

'Good boy,' Peter kissed me on the side of the neck and I slowly bent
forward aiming my oozing glans at the red inner flesh I could see through
his oily pouting ring.

'Oooh,' Joe flinched as I made contact. I flinched as well. Peter must have
the KY I could feel oily fingers between my cheeks.

I pushed forward just a fraction and felt the opening give, another little
push and I felt Joe's flesh part and my knob was encased in his hot body.

'Slowly,' he moaned and held my hips. I gave a little moan as well and
squeezed my rear, I could feel a finger moving in and out of my ass. Peter
was finger fucking me and it felt strangely good.

I pushed again feeling some resistance but Joe looked at me with a strained
smile on his face, he suddenly arched his back and grabbed me by the neck
and pulled my face to his. 'You've never done this before, have you?'

'No,' I croaked.' I could feel something thicker inside my ass, Peter was
slowly moving two oil covered fingers to and fro easing the muscle nearly
ready to take his pleasure in my body.

'Remember me as your first,' Joe pushed his sweet ass up absorbing a bit
more of my flesh. This time I was feeling more confident, I began to move
backwards and forwards sinking deeper and deeper into the boy beneath, I
could feel Peter's fingers dig deep and then gently withdraw.

Another push and I was on a glide, Joe had my hips and he was pulling
himself onto my fucking, I could feel my whole eight inches surrounded by
his hot ever so willing flesh. I lay there enjoying the sensation as I felt
Peter's meat enter me from the back. I lay completely still as he did
exactly the same as I'd done to Joe. Nothing like the last near rape
..... this was good.

I prodded Joe and Peter prodded me, I slipped out a bit and so did Peter,
it was a bit difficult working up a rythm but we were getting there. I
think the three of us were losing enough in the way of sweat to float a
fuckin' boat.

All of a sudden it was go. We'd got the rythm as they say. I was lunging
and plunging into Joe's sweet fanny and Peter was riding me like a coyboy,
I squeezed my ass on his strong thrusts and rammed into Joe who just lay
there like a rag doll with a silly grin on his face.

Not surprisingly Peter was the first to cum, I felt his cock swell and then
the pumping. He rammed deeply forcing me onto Joe and I could feel his hot
cream squirt and splash up into my colon. I wriggled back onto his climax
but he forced me down onto Joe. I must have been up in Joe's chest when I
felt my heat rise for the second time that day and I groaned and gasped
with pleasure as I shot up inside Joe's sweat covered brown body. I felt
spurt after spurt of my red hot juice sear into his wriggling body and then
as a finale I felt his own thick cock unload a thick creamy mess between
our bellies.




MARTIN

'Hey, that was some show,' I lounged in the doorway of the studio and
watched the panic. They calmed down when they saw who it was apart from the
new kid who I knew vaguely, he tried to hide his nakedness between Joe and
Peter. I was a bit surprised they weren't all disemboweled the way they'd
separated. I know that if Sean pulls out too quickly it hurts. Don't try
this one at home kids, take my word for it.

'Where's the other half shortstuff?'  Joe looked up at me with a tired
grin, to put it bluntly, he looked well fucked and from the slippery stuff
on his belly he'd cum well as well, if that makes sense.

'Grounded for the rest of the week, his Dad wants him to do some decorating
or something.'

'Oh,' the three of them looked up at me as if wishing me away but they
don't call Mister Awkward for nothing. 'What about an intro,' I tried to
get a look at the new guy's equipment but he was keeping it well
hidden. Surely he couldn't be that shy after being the middle of a fuck
sandwich.

'This is Simon,' Joe announced. 'An old mate, works at Tescos.'

'Hi, Simon,' I gave him a little wave.

He gave a little wave back but now he had a small smile on his
face. 'You're Martin, I know you.'

'Fame,' I grinned. 'Can I join in or is it all over?'

'You can look after Simon tonight,' Joe grinned. 'That's if your marriage
vows allow. You are sleeping over, I presume,' he spoke to the other boy
who looked a bit like Sean only with longer hair.

'I am?'

'Toldya,' Joe crowed.

'What about it, Martin? What about Sean?'

'Sean allows sex outside marriage as long as he knows,' I answered a bit
primly. I felt a bit of a clown as I said it but this was Peter and Joe's
attitude as well. Let's face it Sean and I based our relationship on theirs
... sorta ... roughly, that is.'

'All sorted,' Peter clambered to his feet with his spunky limpo
dangling. 'I'm for a bath.'

I just stared at the new kid, even flaccid his cum covered penis was huge,
bigger even than Sean's.

'Shut your mouth, you're drooling,' Joe laughed.

'Shurrup.' I fled, sometimes Joe hurt. He didn't know it but he did,
perhaps I was soft skinned or something. I ran to the bedroom, fuck 'em
all. Sean would sort them out. I went up to our room, yeah, we had our own
room now with it's own bathroom and toilet. We had a TV and radio although
we hadn't got around to getting a video player yet. It was lonely without
Sean, I hopped onto the bed and closed my eyes.

I was worried about Sean, there was something going on. He had so little
contact with his family that for him to be grounded for decorating, for
Christ's sake ... that was unheard of. Before working for Peter I used to
spend half my life around Sean's but although his mum and I got on alright
his dad seemed a bit cooler lately, and I wondered if he suspected
anything. Anyway, time would tell.

I was getting a bit pissed with Joe as well. I know he was Peter's number
one but he did go over the top sometimes. Home was getting to be a bit of a
hassle, everytime I showed my face my dad would start on about something or
the other, I know he and mum were old compared to other parents but he
seemed to be getting more cranky as time went on.

Here I was, in love with a wonderful boy, he was in love with me and shit
was coming from all directions.

There was a quiet knock on the door. 'It's open,' I called out and Joe
stuck his head around the door frame.

'Sean on the phone downstairs, you can take it in our room if you want.'

'Thanks, I will.'

'Cheer up, tiddler, sorry about the cheepo crack.' Joe smiled and he was
gone. He wasn't too bad I suppose, it was just his crap sense of humour.

I went into their room which was in it's normal shambolic state and picked
up the phone.

'Hi, little buddy,' It was Sean alright and he sounded a bit upset.

'How's the decorating?'

'There is no decorating. It's my old man acting like a prick.'

'Oh.' I didn't know what to say.

'It's a bit serious.' Sean's voice had dropped and I wondered where he was
phoning from. I heard a hiss on the phone and it seemed as if Sean had
taken a deep breath or something. 'My dad says I should stop seeing you.'

That was it. I looked at the phone in some sort of shock, stunned I
supposed you'd say.  'Why?'

'He reckons me hanging around with you is a bit unhealthy and he's worried
about the nights out we're having. I think he's trying to say he thinks
we're upto things.'

'We are,' I laughed. It wasn't a hehe laugh, it was nervous laugh. It
sounded like the cat was out of the bag. The moment we'd both dreaded and
tried to put off was here.

'It's not fuckin' funny,' Sean snapped.

'I'm not really laughing. What are you going to do?'

'I dunno,' Sean sighed. 'I've told him that his gating was a load of
bollocks and that I'd come and go as I please and he went apeshit.'

'What are you gonna do?' I was beginning to sound like a parrot.

'I'm staying here the night and I'm coming upto you tomorrow.'

'What about your dad.'

'Fuck him. If he wants to make an accusation he can come out and make it
instead of beating around the bush or he can back down.'

'There's a new kid up here for the night, he's called Simon and he works in
Safeways.' I tried to change the subject.

'Dark kid, longish hair, good looking and he's got a little scar under his
eye.'

'I didn't notice the scar.'

'Most people don't unless they get close up,' Sean laughed. 'What are you
trying to say, anyway, squirt.'

'You know him?'

'Yeah, he was in my class, Simon Jenkins, he's got a little cousin always
following him around, gotta huge dick.'

'What the cousin?'

'No, Simon, you tosser.'

'I know that.'

'Really,' Sean gave a short laugh. 'You don't waste any time.'

'I walked in on him and the other two, they were having a photoshoot.'

'OK.OK.' Sean cut the conversation short. 'You have fun with Simon, 'cos I
can read your mind you dirty little sod but remember I'll be up there
tomorrow. Right now I'm going back to see the old man, have another go.'

'What are you going to say to him?'

'Gonna tell him to get off my back, I'm gonna tell him what I have to.  If
he pushes me I'll tell him the lot but he's got no right to stop me seeing
you and I shall tell him just that.'

'What if he insists.'

'Don't you worry about it. I'm not a fuckin' schoolkid, I won't be
bullied.' Sean paused. 'Better go now, kid.'

'Love you, Sean.' I got it in quickly before he put the phone down.

'Love you too, have fun tonight, his dicky is so-o-o big.' He laughed and
put the phone down.

Shit. More problems. I had to see Peter and have a chat without Joe poking
his nose in. I went back to our room and had a cleanup, it was time for
some serious talking.

Lady Luck was on my side. I got downstairs and Peter was in his favourite
spot which was sitting on his patio with a cold drink perched on the table.

'Hi, short stuff. You don't look to happy. Don't let Joe get to you. He's
alright but he puts his foot in his mouth sometimes.'

'It's not Joe,' I sat down without being asked. 'Where are they, anyway?'

'They've gone for a walk over the golfcourse, it's too hot for me.'

Excellent. Time to chat.

'Sean's breaking out tomorrow.'

'Didn't know he was locked in,' Peter laughed.

'He isn't but ............' I relayed the whole story as I'd heard it from
Sean. I also told him my worries that Sean would lose his cool and fuck his
dad off. Sean, unlike most kids never had any fear of his parents at all,
he just treated them as if they weren't there but it looked like he might
have run into more than he could handle at last.

'So, you're worried about Sean coming out, sort of announcing your romance
to the world?' Peter looked at me shrewdly. 'That's what you're worried
about, aren't you?'

'Bit more than that.'

'Go on, Martin. Joe and myself are on your side you know that.'

'I'm worried about Sean spilling the beans,' I ticked off on my
fingers. 'Two. I'm worried about Sean's dad kicking him out or Sean walking
out and I'm also really worried about Sean's dad going around to my dad and
blatting.'

'By blatting you mean a dad to dad conversation about you and Sean bedding
each other.'

'In a nutshell.'

'Can't help you there can I,' Peter looked sympathetic. 'What I can say is
that you have space here and you're both welcome to stay for as long as it
takes.'

'That's a relief, anyway.'

'You've got to be realistic. You're both over sixteen, you can legally love
each other but you can't make your parents like the situation. It's the
same as a boy-girl affair, the parents don't have to like it. But, and
there is a but, as long as you live under your parent's roof and they feed
and clothe you they are entitled to impose rules on you.'

'I know but all Sean and I want to do is to love each other.'

'It's not as simple as that if you live with your parents. If they're OK
with it things are ducky, if they're opposed you're in shit.'

'Yeah, I suppose.'

'Cheer up,' Peter smiled. 'Look on the bright side. You have a refuge here
which is more than some kids have, you're safe here if the doodoo hits the
fan.'

'Cheers, Pete. Sean'll be glad to hear that.'

'I would have hoped that Sean knows all this anyway,' he leaned back on his
chair. 'Do the waiter bit kiddo. Go in the kitchen and get a six-pack.'

I got the drinks and sat down again. I didn't really want to sit in my room
on my own without Sean and it was a nice day after all.

'Can Simon come in with you tonight or do we have to put him in the spare
room?'

'It's up to you.'

'No it's not, it's up to you, you and Simon in fact.'

'How does Simon feel about it,' I asked nervously.

'He likes little blondes,' Peter grinned. 'He says you remind him of his
cousin Willy bodywise and I think he's got a hell of a crush on this kid.'

'So, I've got to be a Willy substitute?'  I loved being compared to a
fuckin' schoolkid. I just wanted another couple of inches, in height I mean
..... come to think of it, I wouldn't have minded it down below as well.

'If you want to be,' Peter grinned.

'Why not?'

'Good.' Peter nodded.  'Now let's talk about getting your ears pointed for
the Saturday session.'

I switched off a bit as Peter babbled on about me being Link the fairy and
little Willy being an elf or somesuch crap. It all sounded fun but I was
worried about Sean, I was even more worried or I should say excited at the
thought of Simon's huge cock.

I sat there with Peter and had a couple of drinks, I didn't really like
canned beer it always made me a bit sleepy but then again it might chill me
out enough to forget about what might be happening at Sean's place.



SEAN

My old man was a complete prick. He'd just about accused Martin and myself
of being gay and he wasn't going to get away with it. I put the phone down
and returned to the front room, sorta returned to the fray.

'Phoned your little chum, have you?' he sneered from his armchair and mum
just sat there looking embarrased.

'Little boyfriend actually.' That should put the tweeky amongst the
thingies.

'What!'

'Don't have to shout,' I grinned at him. This was the final dustup and I
was enjoying it. It had been a long time coming but I felt such a relief, I
felt like I was cast iron, fuck 'em all. I'd declared for Martin and that
was an end to it.

'Are you saying that you and him are ....er?'

'Gay boys,' I finished off for him. 'That wasn't too hard to say was it.'

'Fuckin' disgusting,' he was talking quietly now, I could see he was well
and truly pissed off. 'I'll tell you something young man. I can't throw you
out because I'm a Christian but I want you out of my house by noon tomorrow
that should give you time to sort something out.'

'Freddy.' My mother protested.

'Not another word.' My dad or ex-dad as I thought of him stood up gave me
what he fondly imagined to be a withering look and left the room.

'Sean, you're too young to say you're gay,' my mother sat in her chair and
looked up at me tearfully.

'Listen mum,' I sat down in dad's chair. 'Martin and myself have been doing
boy things for yonks. We've suddenly found out that we're both gay, we're
together now in the fullest sense. We're boyfriends. I can't ditch Martin,
I can't break his heart and I can't break my own. Do you understand?'

'No, I can't.' She looked at me. 'Surely your parents come first.'

'If I married a girl I'd have to put her, as my wife, before my parents
because that's what a marriage is about.'

'Martin's not a girl,' she stared at me with a frown. 'He's a boy ... you
can't love a boy ... it's impossible.'

'No it's not.' I stood up to go. It was a waste of time talking to these
two, mind you I hadn't really talked to them in the past either. I often
wondered it I was theirs or a foundling, we just didn't seem to be on the
same planet. I left her and went upto my room to pack. I'd spend my last
night here and think of Martin pleasuring himself with the Tesco kid. I
would have gone upto Peter's but I'd more or less given my word to Martin
and I didn't break the faith. He could have his fun tonight, tomorrow he
was mine.




SIMON

Joe and myself had a wander around the golf course which was just along the
street from Peter's place and was quite popular with the locals for a
stroll and a snogging area for the young couples. We spent a couple of
hours up there and I learn more about the Peter and Joe setup also about
Sean and Martin. From what I could gather it seemed to be pretty much a
free love zone although the two partnerships seemed faithful to each other
without being restrictive. As Joe said, honesty was the best policy. I told
him about little Willy and skirted on the crush I had on the boy without
actually stating it. I think Joe had me sussed out anyway.

'Wanna wander back, Sy.' Joe was sweaty, actually he was adorable and I
could see why Peter had the hots for the kid. Never mind, my dreams of
Willy were just that little nearer to becoming reality. I really felt that,
I felt it in my bones. I still had Martin for company tonight and I think
Martin wanted me in the best possible taste of course so things were
looking up.

We got back to find Peter and Martin setting up the table, apparently the
pair of them were playing mother hens. Great I was bloody starving.

Needless to say as soon as we wandered into the kitchen Joe grabbed
Martin's bum which led to another ruckus which Peter calmed down, I had the
feeling he played referee quite a lot with these two although I also
suspected Joe wouldn't take as many liberties if Sean was on the scene.

We sat down to eat and Martin was sitting next to me at table. I felt his
knee nudge against mine under the table naturally enough I pressed back.

'I've gotta have a bath after this,' Martin spoke generally. 'Should have
had one earlier I suppose.'

'You can say that again, stinky.' Joe had to say something.

'Shut up, Joe,' Peter smiled. 'Shall I tell them?' He looked at Martin for
some sort of permission.

'Yeah, go on.' Martin looked close to tears and my heart went out to the
kid. Fuck knows what was going on.

'Sean's been told to get out of his house tomorrow.'

'Shit.' Joe actually stopped eating and that was a first.

'He's also come out to his mum and dad and told them to get stuffed,' Peter
looked at Martin. 'Right?'

'Yeah,' Martin croaked. 'I think Sean's dad will go around my place
and......'

Fuck me, the kid started to cry. I scooted my chair a bit closer and
unthinkingly put my arm around the sobbing boy's shoulder.  Thankfully Joe
kept his big trap shut.

'I told Martin he has nothing to worry about,' Peter spoke to us all but he
looked at me intently. 'I look after Joe's friends and we all stick
together.'

'Like shit on a blanket.' That was Joe, he really was a class act.

'Thanks for that, Joe,' Peter didn't look too pleased with his partner but
Joe was a hard one to put down.

'Peter's right thought,' Joe grinned totally unfazed. 'We stick
together. We also adopt odd couples,' he glanced at Peter as if for
confirmation. 'Even Simon and his little Willy.'

'True.' Peter nodded. At least I knew where I stood with these two, I had
to get cousin Willy up here pronto. I was pretty sure he had a crush on me
but pretty sure wasn't quite the same as certain, was it?

'I dunno what I'm going to do if my people find out,' Martin snuffled and I
took my arm away, he was a big boy after all, he needed to toughen up.

'Face it as it comes,' Joe for once was serious. 'Sean'll back you up if it
comes to hassle at home.'

'You're just going to have to face upto tomorrow as it happens,' Peter
said. I don't think that's what Martin wanted to hear but what else could
Peter say

'You should have your bath now,' Joe was being sympathetic and
sensible. Pigs really could fly.

'I'll come with you,' I offered. I wasn't really being altruistic but I
could see the kid was frightened of the storm that was about to erupt into
his cosy little life and he wanted all the comfort his friends could give
him and I wanted to be a friend.

'Come on have a bath, it'll relax you,' I stroked Martin's fine hair. Sod
the other two, I could feel my penis hard but fortunately held tight by my
briefs.

The other two looked at me and both gave me looks as if to say: Go for it.

'Alright,' Martin mumbled and got to his feet. The boy was red faced and
his eyes were puffed. He wanted love and comfort and his big mate wasn't
here to fill his need, I was.

'Wanna foam the bath up?' He looked at me and gave me a shy grin as we
arrived outside the main bathroom door.

'What's up with your bathroom?' I knew his and Sean's room was just down
the corridor and had it's own bathroom.

'This bath is more fun,' he actually giggled, the prospect of sex must be a
good pick-me-up.

'OK.'

'I'll go and get rid of my clothes. See you in a bit,' he gave me another
small smile before almost running off to his own room.

By the time he returned I was in the bath just about invisible beneath a
foamy mass, I'd overdosed on bubble bath and the place was like a fuckin'
snowdrift.

'Hey, hey,' Martin stood there and laughed, he looked absolutely angelic in
his white bathrobe tied only at the waist exposing his smooth pale chest
and hairless legs. I felt Mr. Penis come to full stretch under the warm
water, not too hot and not too cold.

'You're bigger than Sean,' he continued to stand and look down at
me. 'Bigger in the ... er, sex department I mean.'

What could I say, I just shrugged. 'I want you, Martin.' How's that for
blunt.

'Good,' he gave me a grin and dropped his robe.  He was a beautiful boy. I
know he was only a couple of months younger than me but I saw him as a boy
for some reason. Of course I was wrong, he was a youth, he had respectable
blonde pubic bush, his erection was probably a little big for his size as
mine was. His jutted out from his crotch at, I guess, a good six inches
with it's foreskin fully withdrawn and his dark pink glans just begging to
be sucked. 'You like?' He pirouetted doing a Billy Elliot affording me a
glimpse of his perfectly baby pink bubble butt .... my erection was
beginning to ache.

'Come in with me,' my sexual need must have been obvious to him as he
grinned down at me and put one foot in to test the water. 'Just right,' he
whispered and daintily stepped into the bath and managed to get between my
legs with his legs across my thighs and his face close enough to kiss, our
erections slipped together lazily beneath the warm water.

'It's so big,' he fondled my hardness under the water and slid a little
closer. 'Don't forget I'm married,' he gave me a butterfly kiss on the
nose.'

'Does that mean we can't........'

'It means you can't too often.' He laughed softly and squeezed my aching
meat. 'Otherwise you could finish up like in your photoshoot, in the
middle.'

'I can live with that,' I made a grab and slid him closer so that our wet
cocks met under the sudsy water. 'I like Sean as well.'

'You gonna make love to me and take me to bed or take me to bed and make
love to me.' God that boy had such a sexy whisper.'

'First one then t'other,' I grinned and tried to slide him up my chest. He
was small but not that small, he was bloody heavy.

'I've done this with Sean,' he grinned and sort of bent one knee and
stretched his leg back and then the other one with a little more
difficulty. I was in the bath with my back to the wall as it were and he
was tight up against my chest rubbing his meat up and down between my
nipples. I didn't know where he was going but I had a pretty good idea.

I felt him fumble behind himself and hold my erection upright. Then the
gentlest of pressures. 'Shit, that's big,' he pulled a face. 'Soap me
thingy a bit.'

I knew he wasn't talking about his own erection he was talking about his
tight little boy quim. This was something I was quite happy to do, the word
enthusiasm came to mind. As he moved close up again and began to fuck my
chest I reached around his cute buns and slipped a finger into his tiny
love tunnel. I spared a thought for cousin Willy ..... what would it be
like to have him in the bath exactly as Martin was now.

'Oh yeah,' Martin squeezed his cheeks on my slowly moving finger. 'Deeper,
deeper.' He squirmed and pushed back. 'Right in.' He screwed his face up as
I knuckled out and dug into his body hard and as deep as I could. 'Try
again he muttered after all too brief a time. I noticed that his own balls
were tight up and there were smears on my chest which were far more
slippery than the soapy water, my little partner was precumming as I was
probably doing under the water.

This time he positioned my erection again and slowly lowered his body. I
nearly passed away with the absolute pleasure as I felt a jerk and he gave
a small pained cry but he didn't stop and his warm velvety heat claimed my
cock. As soon as the weeping head was inside his body he started to move up
and down making moans which were a mixture between pleasure and pain.

I didn't push up although the temptation was overwhelming, I did
nothing. He could set his own pace, I so desperately didn't want to hurt
this beautiful boy, I wanted him to take his time and enjoy what he was
getting ... I'd send him a bill later.

'I'm getting there.' he whispered as he moved up and down and I could feel
that a good half of my cock was inside his hot tight little ass.

'Aaw, Jeez,' his voice was nearly a shriek, his supporting hand had slipped
on the wet bottom of the bath and in one painful moment had impaled himself
on my rampant cock. 'Hell, that hurts.' Tears were back in his eyes as he
sat there with my solid eight inches buried in his sweet boy flesh.

'You alright, you alright,' I held his slim hips just hoping to hell
nothing inside his belly had been damaged.

'I'll live,' he gave a pained groan and then amazingly a little grin. 'Well
that's one way to do it I suppopse.' I felt his buns squeeze and clamp as
he moved gingerly trying to make the best of the situation he was in.

I flexed my meat and gave a tiny push.

'Ooooh, I felt that,' he grimaced and then grinned again. 'Let me do it.'
He raised himself a little and then slipped down again, I groaned with
pleasure, the movement of his small body on my cock was exquisite. 'That's
better,' he began to move up and down slowly at first but getting
faster. 'God, I feel like I'm being fucked by a giant.

I smiled up at him as he moved. I'd been called worse.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' he was chanting as he moved up and down and began to
really push downwards winding me at each drop, he was going to kill me.

'This is no fuckin' good,' I managed to stay in him as I managed to raise
my middle and got onto my knees, I dropped back so that my bum was on my
ankles and he was still spiked on my erection.

'You'll drown me,' he panicked and started to struggle.

'No I won't.' I clasped him around his waist and he snuggled in tight
scared of his head dropping into the water.

I think I managed almost superhuman strength as I managed to struggle to a
crouching stand and placed his back onto the towels which were scattered at
the bath's edge. Still rammed deep into his sweet boy pussy I started to
move in and out nearly on my knees but still in the bath with him on the
rim.

'Take it out, take it out slowly.' He was crying, I could see the tears wet
on his cheeks and I couldn't go on. I slowly withdrew from his body and
slipped back into the bath leaving him on the towels. What a fuckin'
disaster.

We both stayed where we were, ther was absolute silence. Where did we go
from here? What the hell was Sean going to say? What the fuck was he going
to do when he found out I'd hurt his little mate.

'Wanna try again,' Martin spoke and I looked around in surprise, I thought
the main event was over.

'You alright?'

'Yeah,' he gave me a shaky grin. 'I can live without the acrobatics. Wanna
go to bed, I'd feel a bit safer.'

I got out of the bath and we dried off. I took the opportunity of
inspecting his little pucket but other than looking a little puffed it
looked OK, at least there was no blood.

'Eeek,' he squeaked like a little mouse as I spread his tight little buns
and slid my wet tongue over his little hole.  'Stop it, stop it,' he
giggled. 'I like it.' I poked my tongue at his opening and I was certain I
got inside, if I didn't it was a good try.

'You are so tasty,' I growled at him making him giggle all the more, I
rolled him onto his back and took his tight nuts in my mouth and sucked
them and rolled them in their smooth sac.

'Come on, take me to bed,' he moaned and wriggled under my loving
attack. 'I want that thing in me again. If I'm gonna die I want to die in
bed.'

'Your wish is my command,' I wrapped him in his fluffy robe and picked him
up.

'Put me down, put me down,' he shrieked with laughter as I carried him into
the bedroom and lay him on the bed. God knows what Peter and Joe must have
thought if they were in their room, it sounded like the rape of the Sabine
Women. I closed the door and lay alongside him and kissed him tenderly on
his sweet lips.

'I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, Marty.'

'No matter,' he reached under the pillow and withrew a tube, I recognised
it immediately as KY, perhaps we should have tried that in the first
place. 'Just one finger please,' he smiled at me and rolled onto his tummy
presenting his jellylike white buns. I wanted him from the front be he was
clearly being a little bit cautious, I'd go with the flow, we had all night
after all.

I KYed a finger and gently smeared the lotion over his little pucker and
then gently eased inside.

'Yeah,' he sighed and moved around a little making himself comfortable.

I slowly finger fucked him working myself in so that in the end I was in as
deep as I could go. I slowly withdrew my finger and oiled up the centre
finger, the biggie.

'Oooh,' he wriggled his butt and pushed up a bit until I slipped my main
finger in and started to move it around in a circular motion, I could feel
the muscle just seeming to ease a fraction. His anus was like a velvet vice
on my moving digit.

'How do you feel?'

'Ready?' he craned his head around. 'Kiss me,' he demanded. I did just that
and with my hips held high swiped my oiled glans up and down his cleft
leaving a smear of KY and precum across his tiny hole. 'Do it, please.' No
more demands this was getting near to being begging.

I nibbled and kissed the back and side of his neck as he half turned his
head. A gentle push and my slippery glans parted his muscle and re-entered
his delicious warmth.

'Aaaah.' This time a sigh of satisfaction rather than pain. 'Slowly,' he
pushed onto me slightly.

I started the to and fro straight away sinking just that tiny bit deeper at
each stroke. He mumbled away and I'm sure I caught the name of his lover as
I sank deeper and deeper, I didn't care, in my imagination this was my
little William accepting my loving. We were both very clearly using
substitutes for our love making but it was a good love making all the same.

I could feel the heat and the squeezing of his small buns on my erection
which by now must have been nearly there, nearly all the way in.

'Go for it,' he grunted and pushed up, I felt the final inch or so home in,
his bottom was pressed against my pubics and lower belly, we were united in
proxy love, but we were now joined and it was time for the main
event. 'Fuck me,' he pushed up against me even harder.

I did. Slowly at first but then going faster and harder at his urging. Sean
most have loved all this, the kid was a raver. He was pushing back onto my
thrusts, moaning and groaning, he was giving it the works. I just lost it
and started to ram and thrust like I was going to split him in half or even
drive him through the bed.

'Yeah, yeah.' He kept this up as he matched every downstroke of mine with a
push up of his own. My Christ, he was good sex, I could feel my tight
nutsac jerk against his body and I could feel a massive heat rising at my
core.

'I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum.' This was him would you believe.

'No don't,' I whispered urgently as I rammed in deep and hard for the last
time spilling and spurting what seemed to be a flood of red hot spunk deep
into his tight little passage. God knows how many times I came but the
exquisite feel of my outsized organ splashing it's sweet load into his body
seemed to go on for ever. All good things come to an end. 'Did you cum,' I
whispered urgently as I slowed and just idly moved myself in his semen
flooded passage.

'No, you fucked it up for me,' he moaned sadly.

'Don't worry baby.' I gently slipped from his fanny dragging a puddle of
cum between his cheeks, I turned him over and without another word ducked
my head and sank my mouth over his rigid lump.

'Aaaah,' he squealed and a broad grin spread acros his sweat beaded
face. My fuckee was happy.

'Mmmm,' I took his six incher in as far as I could and then gave him a
gently blow. I tickled his coral pink glans with my tongue tasting the
sweet mix of his boyjuice and sweat. He was in heaven, he was pumping up
into my mouth and playing with my hair. I slid a hand between his slightly
raised legs and plunged two fingers into his cum coated tunnel

'Aaah,' his hips jerked up and he then flopped onto my burrowing fingers as
they probed and finally found his core. 'Yeah.....' he squealed as I
massaged his prostate and sucked his surprisingly thick shafty. 'I'm
gonna.....'

His semen came from his erection like a fountain. I gulped and gobbled as
jet after jet of creamy boy cum splashed into the back of my throat.

'Oh, Sean,' he sighed and went limp all passion spent.

'It's Sy actually,' I slid up alongside him and kissed, he had the chance
to taste his own cum on my lips.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' he babbled as I shut him up by thrusting my tongue
deep into his mouth.

'You were so good,' I kissed him chastely on the cheek as we breathlessly
broke the more earthy kiss.

'I aim to please,' he looked at me with a grin. 'Sean.'

'William, my little Willy,' I kissed him on the nose.

'We doing this again,' he giggled and hugged.

'We sure are after a little snooze. One thing though.'

'What's that,' his hand was idly fondling my cum stained meat.

'You go first. Let's get into bed.



SEAN

I woke up early and listened to the parents getting ready for work. I'd
been isolated in my room for the evening and snuck out for a cod and chips
but had,'t gone into the lounge so I hadn't had any conversation with the
two of them. Silence at last, they'd gone to work. They would expect one of
two things when they got home. Me to be gone or me to be there eating
humble pie when they returned from work. No fuckin' chance of that.

It was a nice morning, I felt completely pissed off and who wouldn't. My
baby had been enjoying sex all night long with an old schoolmate, a
classmate no less and I'd been sitting in this dump. I looked around the
tatty room, it'd be no great loss. I hadn't really communicated with my
parents for years, they'd probably never notice me gone.

My mind drifted back to my sweet Martin and I could feel the old boy
hardening as I slowly stroked it to life. Funnily enough I thought of Simon
as well, he wasn't a bad looking kid and he was hung like a horse, I just
hoped that he hadn't hurt my little munchkin. I was now tugging on meat
that was fully hard, the images of Simon's tight ass in the school showers
had done that and I thought of ploughing that sweet furrow with Martin
serving me from behind. I was getting harder yet.

I grasped my cock at the top and slowly worked my foreskin over my slippery
knob and groaned, I could feel the suspicion of heat in my nads, I was
getting there.

I threw my bedclothes back and looked at my hardon as I wanked, the head
was shiny with dribble and I could feel it harden and thicken under my
rapid hand motions. Here she blows, I thought as my hand flashed up and
down.

'Yessss.' A thick streamer of creamy goo shot from the end and splashed
onto my nose and lips, a further one onto my neck and then a series of
thicker and creamier pumpings onto my smooth belly running into my navel
and pubics. That was a cracker and it was all in the mind. I licked the cum
on my lips and ran a finger down my nose and tasted that too. Not bad,
Martin seems to love it anyway. It didn't taste as sweet as his but then
again he was an angel, my special little angel and those fucks downstairs
were not going to spoil what I had going with him.

He was mine, we loved each other and that's the way it was gonna be. The
words of some anthemic song went through my mind ....' we are invincible'
....  that was Martin and me, as a pair we were invincible.

I sat up in bed and smeared my own cum over my chest, belly and pubics
.... what a mess.  'Fuckit, shower time,' I mumbled to myself as I left my
room, the house was empty, why worry.

I made myself a bit of breakfast, toast and something as I recall and was
supping a coffee when I saw the note stuck onto the back of the kitchen
door.

Son, Your father has been to see Martin's father and they want to see him
straight away. They don't know where he is, he's supposed to be with you
but he obviously isn't. They are very annoyed and want to see him straight
away. Can you let him know if you see him.  Your father and I are both
Christian and we can feel in our hearts that you will give up this
stupidity and come home in time. When you do we shall welcome you back as a
Prodigal Son ..... until then you are no son of ours.  Mother.

I crumbled the note up but changed my mind, I smoothed it out and put it in
my pocket. I collected my bag from my room, took a final look around and I
was down the stairs. I didn't leave a return note, I didn't do anything, I
was probably in shock a bit. Seventeen years down the sink. I left my keys
on the hall stand and left the house for ever, I didn't look back as I
cycled away. I was going to my friends, my only friends.

I arrived at Peter's to find him and Simon washing the 4WD out front, no
sign of the midgets Joe and Sean.

Peter looked at me and Simon had the grace to keep in the background. The
image of his tight little ass from the morning flashed across my mind but
other things had to be done first.

'I'm in trouble,' I spoke to Peter.

'I'll go,' Simon chipped in.

'No matter,' I said with a wry grin. 'You're nearly family anyway. He
blushed. Sweet.

'I know all about it,' Peter gave me one of these manly clasps on the
shoulders sort of thing. 'You and Sean have your room here, you're welcome
as long as you want.'

'Cheers, Peter.' I think I might have given a sigh of relief. 'Where's
Sean.'

'He's out back with Joe, I think Joe's giving him some advice,' Peter
grinned. 'You'd better get in there.'

'Gawd help us.' I shot off. The advice Joe dished out was usually something
along the lines of get a gun and go for it, tact and reason just didn't
feature in his wierd concept of happy families.

I found the two of them lazing by the pool with their feet dangling in the
water.

'Trouble,' Joe was serious for once.

'For you maybe,' I hoiked the local paper out of my back pocket and slung
it across. 'For us certainly,' I glanced at Martin, I was mortified, my dad
had dropped us both in the shit.

'Charles got duffed up,' Joe crowed and punched the air.

'A bit more than that, I think.'

'Shit,' Joe had read on a bit and suddenly he was on his feet and running,
I suspected Peter was in for a bit of an ear bashing.

'How did it all turn out,' Martin was looking a bit sheepish maybe the
night with Simon had worn him out, I wondered if anything had changed
between us.

'Wanna go to the room, we have to chat in private.'

We got upstairs and sat on the bed together and I showed him my mother's
note.

'Oh,' he looked at me when he'd finished. 'What am I going to do.'

'I can't tell you that Marty. You've got to make a decision and it's got to
be yours and no-one elses.'

'Cheers,' he sounded a bit sour, I don't think decision making was his
strong point.

'Listen, Martin. I love you but on this one, it's your shout.'

'I dunno what to do,' he leant against me as if for comfort and I put my
arm around his shoulders. 'I want to stay with you, I want to stay here.'

'You're over sixteen, it's your choice.'

'I'll run away and come up here.' That one made sense.

'You're here already,' I pointed out. 'I've left home for good, fuck 'em.'

'I'll stay with you then,' Martin smiled a little nervously. 'Peter says
it's OK.'

'I think we need to talk to Peter. Come on.'

We left the room and I could here the sound of shouting from the head of
the stairs. This was the first time I'd heard Peter and Joe having a barney
and it was a beaut.

'I can't believe you did it,' Joe was screaming. 'He's in fucking hospital
for fuck's sake.'

'Two fucks in one sentence, you should be a pop star.'

'Bollocks.' That was Joe's less than original reply.

'I did it for you, Joey. I bloody well love you and I will not see people
knock you around.'

'I can look after myself,' Joe mumbled.

'Not with that guy you couldn't.' Peter said dryly.

'What happened?' Martin clung to me and whispered trying to peer over the
banister at the pair below.

'The evil Charles got duffed up by two strangers, they broke his legs and
both his arms, he's in intensive care.'

'Serves him right, he shouldn't have beat Joe up.' I looked down at him and
grinned, Martin for all his faults went straight to the point. Charles was
an arsehole who deserved everything he got, he was an outsider. Joe was one
of us. Joe was family. The subject was closed.

'You're dead right kid,' I kissed him on the top of the head and making a
noisy entrance we trooped down the stairs.

'Hi, guys.' Peter was Mr Cool and Joe looked like Taz on a bad day, he
looked like he could start to eat furniture at any second.

'Sit down, Joe,' I spoke to him calmly. 'You're not the only one with
problems. Martin's in deep doodoo.'

'Why, what's up?' Joe seemed to calm a bit as he dropped into a
chair. Peter knew where I was at. Our Joe was a true Christian, not like my
dad. If anyone had aggro Joe would lean backwards to help, he was such a
Good Samaritan at times you felt like hitting him but his heart was in the
right place.

'I've virtually been slung out of the house and my dad has promptly shot
around Martin's and grassed him up to the parents.

'What's the problem, he moves in with us or more to the point with you,
Peter's said that already,' Joe shrugged. Joe couldn't see a problem,
thankfully he seemed to have momentarily forgotten about the evil Charles.

'He's got to front up his parents, Joe,' Peter explained. 'He just can't do
a runner, it's not on.'

'What am I going to tell them?' Martin wailed.

'You've got two options,' Joe declared. Joe being smart was a bit out of
character. 'You either front them out and stick with Sean or you do the
other.....'

'What's that?' Martin's lower lip trembled I think he was about to do a
weepy, my little munchkin wasn't the butchest kid on the block.

'Deny him just like that geyser in the Bible, get your thirty pieces of
silver and know that you sold your best friend and first lover down the
river.' There you go, Joe could be smart, I knew it all along.

'I couldn't do that,' Martin was shocked. 'I love Sean, I really love him.'
With that he burst into tears.

Joe looked a little bit disgusted until I gave him a bit of a Charles
Bronson look. At that he rolled his eyes at the ceiling and made a wanking
motion with his hand. Did I tell you Joe could be a bit of a dickhead at
times, saint or Florence Nightingale, you never knew where you were with
our Joe, still I suspect you've gathered that by now.

Joe leapt up and got between Martin and myself and put his arm around my
baby.

'You've got to be brave, Martin. You've got to be hard for once in your
life. You've got to choose between your parents and Sean,' he squeezed
Martin's shoulder and gave him a swift kiss on the top of his head. 'Stop
being such a fuckin' tart.'

I couldn't have put it better myself, I looked at Peter and he
winked. St. Joseph to the rescue once again.

'Suppose so,' Martin snuffled, at least he'd stopped the waterworks.

'Have a nice tea or coffee and get your arses down the hill,' Peter flashed
a glance at Joe and Joe went into the kitchen.

'Where's Simon?' I tried to change the subject for a while and let Martin
relax a bit, the next couple of hours were going to be a bit taxing for
him.

'He's gone home, he's got to go to work,' Peter grinned. 'He's trying to
get a weekend pass for him and his cousin.'

'Little William.'

'That's the one,' Peter laughed. 'I think it's a love job.'

'So.'

'The kid's only thirteen,' Peter looked at me seriously. 'This house is
pretty legal at present. Agewise you and Martin ar OK. Joe and myself are a
bit dodgy because of the age difference but Simon and a thirteen year old
are well illegal ..... I really don't know what to do.'

'Whew, the famous Peter is confused.' I gently mocked him, I wasn't taking
the piss, I was too fond of him and too grateful to do that.

'Turn a blind eye I suppose.'

'The cowards way out,' I declared. 'But it works.'

'I suppose,' Peter smiled a little uncertainly as Joe returned with a tray
of goodies and plonked it down on the plastic table, he was a household
treasure that boy, most of the drinks were swilling about in the tray, the
cups were half empty.

'What am I going to say to mum and dad,' Martin was off again.

'Say what you have to,' Peter advised. 'You'll go with him won't you Sean.'

'I'd like to, if he wants of course.'

'Yeah please,' Martin looked at me with tear filled eyes. 'I just need a
bit of backup.'

'I'm here for you kid,' I reached out and grabbed him and gave him a kiss
on the lips, long and hard. Sod the audience, they were family.



MARTIN

I was crapping myself as we cycled down the hill, this was the
confrontation I had been dreading. I was true to Sean and I could never
betray him like Joe had suggested but I was so bloody scared. My parents
were old. They'd never stopped telling me that I'd arrived when they'd
given up hope and that's why I was an only child, it was too late for them
to try for another.

They treated me with kid gloves and that's probably why I'm a bit of a
wimp.

I'd got in with Sean when I was around eleven or maybe twelve and we'd been
together ever since. He'd given me my first wank and we'd been wanking
mates ever since. It wasn't until Joe had got us upto Peter's that the
thing had got out of hand. The security was there, Sean wanted me and I
wanted Sean and it was a little more than a wank that we both wanted.

All going swimmingly for a couple of weeks, two weeks of magic and now
this.

We parked our bikes on the garden path with the usual clatter and I opened
the door and went in closely followed by Sean.

Mum and dad were sitting in the lounge and and dad started the ball
rolling.

'About time, Martin.' He looked at Sean. 'I don't want you in my house,
Sean. Please leave.' As I said my ol' man was getting on a bit but he was a
gentleman of the old school, he didn't cuss and swear.

'Sean stays,' I felt just a bit of courage surfacing, he couldn't talk to
my Sean like that.

'I think this conversation is a family matter,' my dad looked at mum as if
for confirmation. I was just so chuffed Sean stood his ground.

'Let the boy stay.' My mum gave me a little knowing smile and it was
probably then that I knew that she knew. SHE KNEW! SHE'D KNOWN ALL ALONG!

Sean's father came around last night and told us some terrible things.....'
My dad was off.

'What terrible things did he tell you?' Sean asked.

'I was talking to my son.......'

'Answer him, George,' my mum gave my dad a hard look. 'He has a right to
know.'

'Em, right.' My dad was off balance and I knew that he really didn't care
for this at all. 'Sean's father says you two are at it.' He even flushed a
bit.

'What is that supposed to mean.' I was drawing courage from Sean being
there, my mum's obvious sympathy and my dad's embarassment.

'You two are doing indecent things, you're sharing a bed and God knows what
else.'

'What else is there?' Sean sounded quite relaxed and I saw a brief smile
flit across my mum's face.

'Is it true?' my mum looked at me. 'Tell the truth, Martin.'

'I love Sean and I think he loves me.'

'You don't think, you know I love you,' Sean spoke from behind me giving me
the support I needed.

'You can't love each other, you're bloody boys,' my dad was losing
it. 'Boys love girls, girls love boys.'

'I love Sean,' I repeated stubbornly.

'Not under my roof you don't, not whilst I feed you and clothe you.'

'I'll move out,' I looked at my mum but she was looking at my dad as if
seeing him for the first time.

'What. You're going to sleep with the boyfriend, you're going to have homo
sex?'

'Wouldn't be the first time.'

'Martin, that is so disgusting,' my dad had gone as red as a
beetroot. 'We've brought you up well, we've looked after you and you've
decided to be .... a queer or something.'

'I didn't decide, it happened.' How could I talk to this man.

'Sean do you love my boy?' Mum talked directly to Sean.

'I do,' Sean spoke as if he was in church.

'I don't have to ask you, Martin, do I?'My mum looked at me.

'You can't accept this, Mary.' My dad was fuming. 'This is filthy, it's
immoral and it's illegal.'

'Actually, as they're both over sixteen I don't think it is illegal
nowadays,' my mum shrugged. 'What can we do, George?'

'I'll get Martin a job, Sean can get out and we can get back to normal. My
dad was clutching at straws.

'Just like that.' I think I sneered. 'We're in love. Can't you see that,
nothing you say or do can change that.'

''I can't accept that,' my dad was building up to something, he'd stood as
if on parade in front of the fire. 'If you persist in this foolishness I
shall have to take further action.'

'Such as?'

'You'll have to go.' He hadn't even got the bottle to look me in the
eyes. I felt ashamed of him, ashamed of his petty mind and his petty
attitude.

'George!'

'My mind's made up. I won't accept a son who's a poof.'

'Right. That's my fuckin' lot.'  I never lose my temper and I'd never been
really disrespectful to my parents but that was too much, my mind flashed
back to my litle tussle with Joe up by Peter's grotty swimming pool. The
circle was complete.

'Martin,' my mum frowned at me. 'Don't talk to your father like that, you
should show respect.'

'I'm entitled to respect as well.'

'Of course you are.' My mum was trying to pour oil on troubled waters but
it was too late, the damage had been done.

'Get out, Martin.' My dad was unrepentant. 'Leave this house and when your
boyfriend's had enough of you come back, your mother and myself might
forgive you.'

'Sod off.' That was brave of me. 'I'll keep in touch mum,' I walked out of
the room I'd had enough but as Sean followed me out my dad pushed by him to
confront me in the passageway.

'You keep away from your mother, neither she or I want to hear from you
until you come to your senses.

'I'm history, ex-father,' I felt proud of that one, I'd picked it up in a
film but it sounded cool. It was all over and I was with my Sean

'Listen you little prick.....'

'You talk to my Martin like that just one more time and I shall put you on
a stretcher,' Sean fronted my dad up and he was deadly serious. It was a
side of Sean I hadn't seen since we were at school. Sean my
Champion. Christ, I loved him so much.

 'Get out,' my dad spluttered. It was all over.

Not quite. As we picked our bikes up my mum rushed out of the house and
caught me just as we were about to cycle away into the sunset as it were.

'Where can I find you, Martin?'

I gave her one of Peter's cards. 'I do some work for this guy, he knows
where I am.'

'Alright, keep in touch, he'll come around.'

I don't care.' It was a bald statement of fact. 'You knew all along, didn't
you.'

'It was pretty obvious,' she gave a bitter laugh.'He was just to thick to
see it.' She looked at Sean. 'You're a good boy, Sean. You look after my
Martin, he's all we've got.'

'I've got to, I love him.'

To my absolute amazement mum grabbed hold of Sean and gave him a big hug
and a kiss on the cheek. 'Go on boys get on with your lives but remember
you're both my sons now.'  With that she burst into tears and ran back into
the house. We were now on our own.

'Kiddo, let's go home,' Sean got on his bike and I followed. We were going
home back to our friends, back to our new family.



PETER

I was a bit concerned with Martin. In my eyes he was a beautiful boy, he
was sixteen but he seemed to lack courage, if Sean wasn't there he seemed
to fall to pieces. He'd probably depended on Sean for such a long time, at
school and after that he wa going to be a junior partner for
evermore. Still, he may toughen up but I was doubtful. The crux of the
matter was what was happening down the hill, they'd been gone over an hour.

I shuffled my yaoi prints aroound and tried matching the pairs and poses
with my boys. God, I was even beginning to think like a pervert. My boys?
Joe was my boy the others were their own boys ... I was getting confused.

Link and the Kokiri Elf was obviously Martin and little Willy or even Joe
and Martin but I'd have to get some hair dye, the temporary stuff. I'd like
to get Sean and Simon doing things like the Ronin Warriors, they were both
well built bodywise and sexually, they should be good. I really needed to
get to Kingston and visit the costume place.

'Plotting and planning, Pedro?' Joe came into the lounge and threw himself
into a chair. 'I was thinking of hoovering out the bedrooms?'

'Good girl. Don't do the boy's room, let 'em clean it themselves.' I looked
at him with a smile. 'You can tidy up the studio and sqirt some of that
stuff about, it smells like a sex shop.'

'There speaks a man who knows, Joe grinned. 'How do you think the boyos are
doing down the road?'

'I don't know. We'll find out soon enough,' I looked at Joe . 'It's crunch
time for them and at the end of the day it's down to them to sort it out.'

'I'm starving,' Joe looked at his watch and I looked at the clock it had
just gone two o'clcock in the afternoon.

'I'll phone through for some pizzas in a bit, we'll give the boys another
half an hour.'

'Prefer fish and chips, sweetie.'

'Fish and chips'll cost you.'

'This afternoon,' Joe promised and jumped up as we heard the familiar
clatter of bikes being dropped on the pathway, two bikes at that.'

Joe gave me a thumbs up as the other two burst excitedly into the room.

'All over,' Martin was actually beaming. God knows what had happened but he
was as happy as a sandboy.

'What happened?' Joe leapt over and squeezed in with me on the sofa. 'Tell
it all, blow by blow, the nitty gritty.'

'You tell him,' Sean flopped into an armchair, he looked exhausted

Martin started off and told it as he saw it. I gathered that his father had
acted like a complete prick and his mother had come up trumps. The fact
that his mother had come down on his side seemed to make all the
difference. The way he told it he'd more or less got his mother's blessing
and Sean confirmed this.

'She actually kissed me,' he grinned at the recollection.

'You never said your mother needed glasses.' Joe smiled at Martin, Joe was
back on form. He seemed to have forgotten the fate of his stepfather or
perhaps he preferred to let it go. What was done was done. How's that for
trite.

'Food,' I declared. I was on a promise, I seemed to be getting the urge to
have sex with Joe about every six hours and the time was up. I expect the
boys would want a kiss and cuddle if not a little bit more. We could have a
drive out tonight and spend a couple of hours in someone's beer garden. I
knew a pub not too far away that didn't actually encourage underage
drinking but were a bit lax if you know what I mean.

It looked like two fish and chips and two pizzas coming up, for a change
Joe was making a shambles of even ordering four meals, as an organiser he'd
make a good Kermit the Frog. I looked down at his slippers, talk about
apt. He hated them at first but the more the other kids took the micky the
more he flaunted them, Kermit slippers, says it all about my boy Joe.

Orders made we sat back to wait and have a couple of cans of softies. The
phone rang and we all looked at each other, Sean immediately moved over to
Martin and put his arm around the boy's shoulder.

I picked it up and it was our overnight guest, Simon.

'Is that invite still on for the weekend?'  That was his first question.

'Of course it is.'

'Can I bring William up?'

'He's welcome.' I was being cautious, I didn't know who was listening in as
him calling little Willy, William was a bit out of character for Sy.

'Williams mother is very ill and I've been asked to childmind him for a
bit,' Simon laughed although it seemed a bit strange. 'I told my parents
that I was invited away for the weekend and they said that I had to look
after William weekend or not.'

'Give me a ring Friday when you're ready and I'll collect you, don't worry
about William we've got a spare bed.'

'Thank's Peter, you're a hero. I'll give you a bell around seven Friday
evening.'

'No probs,' I put the phone down wondering who was with him, probably his
parents. Mind you if I picked him and his little cousin up I'd have to go
to his house anyway, probably for some sort of vetting.

'We've got a spare bed,' Joe mimicked. 'You forgot to tell them that Simon
would be in it with an eight inch hardon.'

'Tell people what you need to.'

'We going to bed after eats?'  Sean kissed his little chum on his super
smooth cheek.

'Please,' Martin gave his little giggle and I looked at Joe.

'Ditto, Boss.'

Ain't young love grand!



SIMON

This was a turnup for the books. Willy's mother had gone into hospital and
it was serious, no one was telling me or Willy what was going on but my
cousin seemed to have moved in. We only had a small house and he had to
share a room with me, less than conveniently my father had found an old
camp bed and rigged it up in my room. One consolation, I might get to see
the kid in his briefs maybe even a nudie, the downside was that I could
hardly wack off with a brat three or four feet away.

The thing about Willy was that he tended to follow you around like a stray
dog and now I had him for an unspecified period so it could get a little
stressful, I'd told them up the hill he was thirteen but he'd just turned
fourteen and he was drop dead gorgeous.

Dark, almost black curly hair short to his head and a cherubic snub nose
with full red lips, what more could you want. I'd described him to Peter
and Joe as similar to Martin but I meant in nature not in looks and I think
that's where the hair dye thing came in, my little Willy was most
definately not a blonde.

Joe had shown me the Massive Destruction of Link and the Kokiri Elf, Martin
and Willy would be ideal but I had problems seeing Willy wank with Martin
stuck up his bottom, then again stranger things can happen.

At the moment Willy was downstairs with my dad having a chat and I was
tidying up my room more to make a bit of space for him than anything else.

My home life was pretty easy, since I'd started work I stayed out one or
maybe two nights a week at friends and sometimes had a mate or so stay over
but there was nothing sexual there, just good mates. I don't know how I was
going to handle Will in a bedroom with me.

Incidently, I'd told my parents that I was going away for the weekend as I
had the full four days off work and then the Willy thing had come up. The
reaction had been instant: Cancel your weekend away or fit Willy in
somehow.

I was expecting some sort of stormy scene from Willy when I broke the news
but he more than readily agreed to come with me, especially when he heard I
was going to stay with friends. It turned out that he knew Martin through a
friend and he had a passing aquaintance with Joe so things weren't as bad
as they first seemed.

I went downstairs to see what was going on, we were going on our weekend
tomorrow evening and my mum and dad hadn't even asked where ..... talk
about a strange family, the fact that I was dragging a fourteen year old
boy with me didn't seem to concern them in the slightest.

Willy was sitting by the TV with red eyes and my dad gave me one of those
looks as he left the room. The look that said; all yours, boy. My dad was
like that.

'Whassup, Will my man.' I knew he was just beginning to prefer Will to
Willy, he must be growing up or he was a Prince William fancier.

.My mother's ill,' he squeaked. I gotta tell you that Willy sometime
squeaked and sometime growled, a bit like Martin at times.

'Yeah, I know,' I tried to sound sympathetic. My Aunt Rosie was everything
I disliked but she was blood and she was Will's mother after all. 'She'll
be OK, she just needs some of the hospital's TLC.'

'Yeah, I suppose,' he seemed to pull himself together and smiled
slightly. 'Your dad's OK though, he said I can stay here as long as it
takes.' Maybe I forgot to mention Willy's dad had sailed off into the
sunset many years ago leaving Aunty Rosie and the baby Willy to get on with
it.

'We gonna watch a video? I've got some new ones in my room,' I sorta
squeezed his shoulder. I had this thing about making personal contact with
this cute boy, I just wanted to hug him and ...... well, you know what.

'Yeah, OK. What time we got to go to bed?'

'I dunno,' I laughed. I was a working boy, bedtime was my own
concern. 'What time do you normally go to bed.'

'Eleven at the latest.'

'Eleven it is then,' I frowned as if racking my brains. 'Maybe twelve as
you're on holiday.'

'Right on, pal,' Willy laughed gleefully.

'No noise after the parents go to their room though. OK.'

'Gotcha.'

We trooped upto my room and settled in, he didn't seem too impressed with
the camp bed but it was only for one night after all. I had a big enough
bed and I was pretty certain we'd finish up in it together before his stay
was over.

We flopped on my bed after I'd pulled the curtains and I turned the TV on,
I had to tell him something about Peter and the setup, I didn't want him
going in blind, he might even freak out and do a runner.

'I've got to put you straight on my friends, the ones we're doing the
weekend with.'

'Yeah, go on,' he tried to sound attentive although his eyes were drifting
towards the TV. I turned it off.  'Listen to me you little prick, this is
important.'

'Don't swear at me, I'll tell you're dad.'

'I wouldn't. Dad hates grasses.' My dad sure did, he'd done nine months
inside the Scrubs because of a grass, our Willy could get himself a slap.

'Get on with it.' He lay up on the bed and stuck his head on my pillow the
cheeky sod. I glanced at his fork but nothing was visible, perhaps he was a
little willy after all and that would be a cruel blow.

'The house belongs to Peter, has the normal bedrooms, a little gym, a
little studio and a small pool out back.'

'Yeah, go on,' he wriggled his ass into my bed making himself comfortable.

'Peter's mate is Joe.' I was finding this hard. 'Sean and Martin live there
as well.'

'Who's Sean?'

'An old classmate of mine.'

'Go on.'

'The boys work for Peter although Sean, I think, is looking for an outside
job.' They look after the garden, the house, wash the car and whatnot, I
think Peter want's Joe to be some sort of chaffeur but Joe's a bit on the
young side.'

'Peter's mate is Joe and Sean lives with Martin .....' he was quoting my
words back. ' He glanced at me. 'Where do we fit in, how come you got an
invite for the weekend?'

Shit. He wasn't as dumb as he looked.

'Peter's got a big photoshoot in progress, the boys help out and I'm a mate
of their's and I had four days free......' It all sounded a bit lame even
to me.

'What about me?' He sounded just a little sad, maybe suspecting he was
going to be spare prick at the wedding although he probably wouldn't phrase
it qiuite like that.

'Don't worry, I'll look after you.' I couldn't help it I made a grab for
his thigh just above the knee and gave a friendly squeeze.

'Will you?' He looked at me for a moment and I swear there was something in
his dark eyes.

'Yeah, I will.' I pushed my luck and squeezed his thigh again and don't
forget this was the first time we'd ever been in a bedroom together alone
although we'd been in each other's company for a few years.

'Great,' he reached down and rested his warm hand on mine.  'What's this
photoshoot all about then.' He softly squeezed my hand and I swear he gave
a gentle tug as if to move it up his leg a little.

'Peter collects cartoons and art studies from Japan, Korea and whatnot. He
likes the boys to do exact duplications and he blows them up....'

'What, he blows up the boys,' Willy laughed and clutched his belly in a
bout of semi hysterics.

'Don't be a tart, this is art with a capital A.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Willy mocked and I wondered just how street smart he was. He
was fourteen after all he wan't a child. 'You done any?'

'Yeah, not cartoony, just poses.'

'Dressed or naked?'

'Naked.'

'Wow,' Willy grinned at me. 'Does your dad know.'

'Don't talk like a dumbo, Willyboy.'

'Do I get a go?' he looked at me shrewdly as he relaxed on the bed again.

'Depends, I suppose.' I put my hand higher on his thigh and squeezed
again. 'You gotta play your cards right.'

'What's that mean?' his voice had suddenly thickened.

'Some of the stuff can get a bit near the mark if you know what I mean.'

'How?' Christ this was getting ridiculous, he'd squeezed my hand again and
I was nattering on like an old woman.

'Two naked boys together, things can happen,' I slid up on the bed
alongside him trying not to touch him.

'Like sex things?' His voice was almost a whisper.

'Sometimes but sex things between chums are best left for the bedroom,
aren't they?'

'I suppose,' he turned towards me and stared, I turned towards him and
stared back. This was crunch time, this was the moment of truth. 'I heard
your mum and dad go out.'

'They go down the pub on Thursday and Friday for a couple of hours.'

'A couple of hours?' Another whisper but a smile to go with it now, a
cheeky Kokiri Elf smile.

'You are winding me up,' he wasn't the only one whispering now, I moved in
a little, our bodies were almost touching and our faces were mere inches
apart. I could feel sexual tension in the air like electricity, I was
waiting for a spark followed by the big bang. And it happened.

'No I'm not.' His nose touched mine, he tilted his head and kissed me on
the lips. Fully on the lips like a virgin which I supposed he was.

I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face onto mine again
and kissed him, harder and more forcefully, we broke after a long second or
so and looked at each other with silly grins on our faces.

'God, I've wanted to do that for ever.'

'I know.' He grinned. 'So have I.' This time he moved in and kissed me hard
and long his hand roaming over my body and actually slipping into the back
of my t-shirt and carressing my back.

'God, you are so fuckin' beautiful.' My hands slid into the back of his
baggies and clasped his tight little buns throught the thin material of his
briefs. I'd lick and kiss him all over but not just not now, there was a
time and a place for everything but love and lust just can't be
regulated. His hands were at my crotch and he was fondling and squeezing my
penis as it arose to an instant hardness.

'Geez,' he giggled as he outlined my erection in my jeans. 'It's enormous.'
He looked into my eyes and reddened a bit. 'I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.'

'No regrets,' I kissed him lightly on the forehead. 'This was meant to be,
this had to be. Never say sorry for giving anyone pleasure, especially
me. I love you.'

'No you don't,' he giggled again. 'You fancy me, I know that, I've known
that for yonks. You wanna get inside my drawers.'

'That too,' I laughed. He knew, that was the main thing, no more
pretence. Love would come in time, it would come, it must.'

'If we had a shower we could go to bed early,' he looked at me coyly. 'And
watch a video,' he added with a smirk.

'A shower together?'

'Yeah.' He gave his charming little blush again. 'I want to see you naked.'

'Sounds good,' I gently detatched myself from him and sat on the edge of
the bed. We undressed together but on separate sides of the bed, I expect
he was peeping as I was but no matter. He'd dug a towel out of his bag and
I got the swiftest look at his bare butt before he'd covered himself. It
was a vision of a bubble butt, as dark as myself he must have spent time
sunbathing over the summer but his little bottom was white, his small
perfectly proportioned body was a dream ..... a wet dream. I kept my boxers
on as my towel was in the bathroom, my arousal stuck out like a poker, he
grinned as he turned to face me.

'Who's a big boy then,' he murmured. 'Lets shower before your folks come
back.'

'All the time in the world. Just one thing though.'

'What's that?'

'Be in your little bed until they go to their bed and then.......'

'Hop in with you,' he giggled.

'Shower.'

I went in first and dropped my boxers and got into the cubicle, it wasn't
huge but we'd both fit in. I saw him come into the bathroom through the
frosted glass, I saw him drop his towel, I saw his vague naked form and he
was in with me.

'Gawd, you are so beautuful,' I clasped him in my arms under the running
water. His face nuzzled my chest and nip and my raging hardon was squashed
between out slippery bellies.

'So are you,' his hand slipped between us and encircled my hardness. His
own cock was lower down of course as he was shorter than I was but I could
feel it between my legs. Thank God he wasn't a little willy at all, if
anything he was a big willy, at least big for his age, it must have been
just a little smaller than Martin's, maybe a five incher, plenty big enough
for a recently turned fourteen year old. I just ached to get my mouth
around it and give it a road test, hopefully the first of many.

We had time but not a lot. I didn't want my people coming in and finding us
sharing a shower, my dad would probably laugh his head off as he was very
broad minded but I wasn't too sure about mum. I ever so slowly started to
slide down his body, my hands arrived on his sweet taut cheeked butt and my
lips slid down his chest.

'What are you doing?' he moaned as I sucked his nips and fondled his
bottom.

'Giving you a late birthday present.'

'You gave me one already.'

'Not like this,' I grinned and dropped lower my tongue teasing at his cute
outie navel.

'Aaah,' he trembled as my fingers slid into his soapy crack, at last he
knew where I was going.

'I'll stop if you don't like it,' I mumbled as I slid my tongue over his
jerking knob and nosed his sparse black haired pubics.

'No. Don't.' He rested his hands on my wet hair and tried to thrust his
sweet hardness into my mouth but I teased him a little. I grasped his cock
in my soapy hand and slowly wanked him certainly not hard or fast enough to
come but to give me time to mouth his tight nuts. His smooth sac was
beautiful and I could feel his balls roll in my mouth through the thin
layer of skin.

It was time. As he moaned and wriggled under my assault I slowly slid one
wet finger straight through his tight little pucker.

'Simon,' he wailed and clamped hard on the intruder.

'Shall I stop,' I'd moved from his balls to the base of his dick and I was
licking and lapping his quite thick shaft.

'No, no.' He squeezed on my moving finger and even pushed back onto it.

'Good.' That was my last bit of conversation for a bit. I sank my mouth
over his dark red glans tasting the slight slipperyness of precum.

'Ahhhh,' he went limp as I started to suck his incredibly hard meat and
finger fuck gently but forcefully ramming my finger in and out of his sweet
ass right upto the hilt.

My Willy was a quivering wreck, he feverishly pumped into my mouth deep
into the back of my throat and clamped, eased and clamped again on my
probing finger.

'Jeeeez,' he spasmed. I'd hit the prostate, I could feel the little secret
lump, the spongy gland that makes us what we are ..... and he was loving
it. 'I'm gonna cum,' his voice rose and broke in his pleasure. 'Ooooooh,
Siiiiimon.' He thrust hard into the back of my throat and sprayed.

It must have been a good one for him, he seemed to spurt and squirt for
ever. My mouth and throat were full of his sweet boy juice and the final
burst caught me on the chin and cheek, he was finished.

'My Gawd,' he panted and leant against the wall of the shower. 'That was
fantastic..

We kissed frantically under the running water and I gave him a taste of his
own spunk, lip to lip and tongue to tongue.

'I gotta lie down before I collapse,' he grinned at me with exhaustion
stamped all over his cheeky face. 'Thank you.'

Ah well, thank you was better than nothing.

'You're welcome, you taste nice.'

'Do I ?' he pulled a face and stepped from the shower. I followed him and
we dried off.

'We may as well go to bed, we've got a long day tomorrow.' I dried off his
limp noodle and shrunken scrotum.

'A long night first,' he grinned. He looked at me and stretched up for a
kiss. 'I'm gonna suck you dry later on, I'm gonna drain you like a fuckin'
vampire.'

'Good boy,' I playfully slapped his bottom in relief, I'd got the horrid
idea that he was just a taker, now I felt a bit better.

'Hey.....' he wriggled as I grabbed a sweet cheek in either hand and
squeezed the firm but yielding flesh. 'That comes later in the game,
lover.'


				  THE END


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