Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 04:17:44 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT



Part 1



by



G. Cutter



The front door bell rang at four o'clcock and without even checking the
viewpanel I pressed the 'talk' and 'admit' button at the same time and got
just what I was expecting. 'Karl,' a muffled voice spoke and immediately
after that I heard the side door slam and the clatter of feet on the
stairs. I always knew when young Karl was on his way up, he sounded like a
steeplechaser at full gallop.

'H di hi, Boss... Peter, I mean,' he grinned as he burst into my office and
flopped down inrto my little sofa.

'Don't keep calling me Boss, Karl,' I smiled at him and gave him the once
over. He'd clearly just finished working by his dirty hands and slightly
disheveled appearance. Situation normal, he'd finished his part time job on
a street stall in the local market and usually invaded me at about the same
time four afternoons a week. I say invaded as Karl did nothing less than
enthusiastically. Well, I tell a lie there, he made love gently and he was
a lazy and slightly passively inclined lover. We fitted well together and
we had done so for around three months now. Me at my peak or prime of
twenty three and he at an eager and very willing to learn fifteen. Pedo,
pedo, I hear everyone shriek but let's face it, the age difference wasn't
all that great and by the laws of our country he was less than a year away
from the age of consent. I wouldn't be telling tales and I doubt that he
would.either

To set the scene a bit. I ran a photographic studio above a Pakistani
general store which was situated in a South London street market. Karl
helped out on one of the vegetable stalls weekends and when on holiday.We'd
bumped into each other at the Hole in the Wall which was the local tea shop
and got chatting after a while. We'd clicked straight away and he was
exotic enough to interest me on the photographic side as well as the
physical, it went without saying that an Eurasian which I assumed him to be
would interested me sexually as well especially as he was handsome enough
to be noticeable. At least to me he was. Karl was boyishly good looking
with a hint of 'pretty', European features, a coffee coloured skin and I
found out in time that his father came from Guyana which was in Central
America but his mother was English and he was born in this country.  I
suppose in the old days we would call him a half cast but nowadays the
correct term is a person of mixed race I understand. He wasn't concerned
about it, kids of mixed parentage were ten a penny in this part of town.
As I say we clicked, he came up to my studio, he showed an interest in
doing some posing for a small fee and on our second meeting we went to bed
and made love to each other. As I've said he preferred to bottom but
performed as a top wiithout any problem and sometimes I wondered if calling
him a bottom was just my way of kidding myself.

'Tea or a can or do you want a shower?'

'A can and then a shower,' he grinned. 'Got any clean briefs?'

'Usual place,' I laughed as I went into the small kitchen to get him his
can. He was turning into a bit of a lodger by now, he hadn't overnighted
yet but it would come and after that he'd start weekending with me. I
probably forgot to mention that I could forecast the future and I felt that
I could with Karl, we were so right for each other that the dream had to
come true. To make things even better as far as I was concerned he had a
totally dysfunctional family who seemed to drive him mad, he just preferred
the peace and quiet of my place and he'd also got himself a small entry
into the modelling world. He'd met some of the other boys and being as he
was they relaxed around him and said things to him they wouldn't say to
me. I'm sure you know what I mean by that. Fourteens and fifteens liked to
gossip and they liked to talk dirty but that was amongst themselves, to
them I was the Boss.

'How's your day been?' He asked idly as he sat and relaxed supping his beer
and I know before you all start bleating he was under age to drink beer,
what the hell!

'Not too bad, I had little Gary Kutter in with his chaperone this morning,
I did a couple of hours of briefs and swimwear.'

'Lots of flashes?' He grinned.

'He does flash a bit,' I laughed. 'Quite deliberately once his chaperone
has got her face stuck in a magazine.'

'Bloody sure half the kids you get up here are sluts.'

'They're not sluts, just teasers. Touch one and they'de scream their heads
off.'

'Unlike moi?' He smirked.

'Unlike you,' I agreed. 'Mind you, you're not an eleven year old.'

'Tue,' he took another sup of his can. 'Hey...'

'Mmm...'

'I got to talking to that kid you fancy on the other stall, the blond kid.'

'Ah, Simon.'

'That's the one. He's fourteen, he lives local and he's doing the same as
me, just three or four afternoons a week.'

'He's nice,' I let him get on with it. I'd shown an interest in one or two
of the other stall boys and Karl being Karl had to get in there and chat
one of them up. Very usefull, it was back to my crystal ball again... it
was exactly what I'd expected him to do.

'He knows you,' Karl went on. 'Or he knows your Studio. He was quite
interested when I told him I'd done a bit of posing for you.'

'I hope you were careful.'

'I was,' Karl grinned. 'Told him you were a nice guy, paid well and were
very proper... no touchy feely is what I mean.'

'Good.' I relaxed a bit. As I said Karl was enthusiastic but I was a little
scared of his mouth taking charge.

'Remember our deal?'

'What deal was that?'

'The deal whereby I trap you a decent model or a bit more and I get a bit
of the action.'

'Oh, the deal where you offered yourself as a sort of procurer of underage
meat?'

'That's the one,' he laughed.

'I remember it,' I sat down and took a sip of my own drink. 'The deal still
stands and...' I kicked a box I had under my desk across the polished floor
in his direction.

'What's this?'

'Open it and have a look.'

He did just that, he opened the top of the box and started to pull out the
items within laying them on the sofa in a straight line. The more he
unpacked the more he smiled and eventually put the makeshift golden crown
on his head. 'King Coco,' he announced.

'Prince Coco,' I corrected him. 'Not bad is it?''

'Great,' he grinned.' And the bracelets, the belt, the cock ring and
anklets.... you're really serious about this caper?'

'I am, all I want is a nice smaller boy to partner you with, a nice honky
boy.'

I suppose I've got to the stage in my story where I have to stop recording
our chat and explain what's going on.

Some time ago I'd given up on viewing boy or youth porn, so many 'boys'
were beefy, lard arses, so many on offer were donkey's years old and many
of the films were virtually antique. I just gave up but I did get
interested in 3D Poser Art. Now these were fresh and what you got was what
a particular artist produced. A lot liked harmful or bondage style stuff
which I found a big turnoff but others managed little comics and boy on boy
escapades which really got me going. They didn't excite me in a sexual way
but in an artistic way and one artist (one of many) I followed had produced
stuff that I admired. Naturally or oddly enough, depending on your point of
view, I decided to try and replicate some of his stuff with real live boys.

A particular unfinished set I liked was of a young prince who could have
been a young pharoh. a young sultan or anyone along those lines. He was
nude other than golden adornments and was preparing or being prepared for
bed, needless to say his manservant was a European type boy slave. The
usual thing, a white boy being abused or used by a boy or man of colour,
the small series was unfinished but I was well on my way to starting my
'homage'. I had my 'prince' I had the adornments and I had my second studio
rigged with backdrops as some sort of an eastern palace or bedroom. It had
all taken time and money but I had time on my hand and money to
spare... lucky me.

Karl was the first step and fortunately apart from being my future star he
may even become my future live in lover, he was fifteen and a half after
all and it seemed he was determined to leave home at sixteen.

'Try them on when you've had a shower and you're nice and wet and naked.' I
suggested.

''That'll get you going,' he laughed.

'Indeedy... tell me about the blond kid.'

'I've told you,' he emptied his can and I rushed to get another to keep him
talking. 'Fifteen, mildly interested in modelling but not a thousand
percent excited.'

'Fair enough, you keep on it him.'

'You fancy his body in bed,' he grinned clearly reading me like a book.

'Him and you,' I smiled and he smiled back . I had him, he fancied Simon as
well although he was feigning disinterest. Dirty boy Karl fancied the
younger blond Simon. Perfecto, I do like it when a plan falls into
place. 'Drop a few hints about my Coco project, nice gentle hints but don't
forget you can always tempt him with a few fivers maybe a tenner if he's
willing to let himself go. I can always use good models for the clothing
catalogues.'

'I was going to chat him up anway,' he looked at me straightfaced for
once. 'He is bloody tasty and I just get that feeling... you know, that
gaydar thingy you told me about.'

'Just don't read his body language wrong, some kids act a bit girly and
that's just the way they are. Make friends with him first, bring him over
and show him the modelling pictures, the studio setup and whatnot... no
pressure, nothing like that and at the end of it show him some of the
rather risky stuff you've done without flashing the nudes.'

'Yeah, I'll give it some thought,' he drained his second can. 'OK for a
shower now?'

'Yeah, I'd like to take a few shots of you wet and shiny with the gold
on... OK?'

'Fine with me,' he cackled. 'As long as we can relax after.'

'We can,' I laughed. Relax was his codeword for a lazy session up in my
bedroom and after a day's work that was exactly what the doctor ordered.

He settled for the shower on the first floor level where the two studios
were, I had another one upstairs in my flat but for some reason this one
was bigger. I got my digital camera and watched him undress, something that
I didn't get to see with my boy models, the chaperones saw to that. He
really was something once his body came clear of it's wraps. Dressed he was
just a South London street oik of dubious parentage but as he shed his
clothing his true beauty began to shine through. OK, maybe purple prose and
a bit poetic but I was nearly in love or at least half in love and the more
I saw him naked the more I became besotted. The question in my mind was,
was it just his body and his bedroom performance and it was a question I
needed to resolve before he reached sixteen and I went out on a limb and
offered him by body and bed full time. His face was regular enough with a
cutest snub nose and a diabolical skinhead Number One which is the one
where the hair is down to an eighth of an inch, his body though, that was
the thing. Slim and trim without being skinny and he held his coffee
coloured form like a model born. Dressed he was a mouthy street market boy,
naked he was a young God. His darker brown nipples surrounded by the same
dark brown aureoles were so munchable I had trouble keeping my hands to
myself. As he stepped into the shower he left the sliding door open and
soaped his belly and neat black pubic bush so that he appeared to be
covered in cream. HIs long penis and it was long for a boy of his age was
fully extended and bloated as he handled it with soapy hands bringing it
slowly to a state of erection. He peeled his foreskin back washing his
glans carefully and that was another thing I liked, other than when he came
in from work he was a clean boy and liked to keep himself clean.

'Happy?' He scrubbed between his cheeks with a soapy sponge and let the
water run cleaning the thick soapy mix from his body.

'Yeah,' I replied settling my camera down and moving in. I reached out and
grasped his semi erection feeling the wet flesh harden in my grasp. 'Don't
dry off,' I gave his member a gentle squeeze and stepped back. He stood
there giving me his sexy grin and gave a pelvic jerk making his erection
jerk and then bob, he was so sexy it was mindblowing and he was all mine at
least for the moment.

'Step out and let's put the gold on,' I opened the box on the bathroom
floor and what I intended to do was to take him into my 'eastern' studio,
that was the one where the smaller boy's didn't go.  In fact I'm sure in
the future it was going to be my porn den as more and more of the
chaperones now sent their older charges up whilst they raked around the
market and the adjoining shopping centre. I knew that some of the older
boys, the fourteens and fifteens were 'game' and maybe one of the thirteen
year olds but then again I had my secret weapon and he was standing in
front of me. Why take the risk of chatting up a young teen when Karl could
do it in reasonable safety.

We draped the chain belt around his slender waist and slipped the cock ring
around his still hard penis. Next the ankle and wrist bracelets and finally
the crown. He looked marvelous and I shuffled him into the studio and stood
him by the imitation window with a minaret painted on what was supposed to
be the outside.

'Look regal, Karl... I only want to do three or four to see how you come
out, you know, the gold against your brown.'

'Shiny brown,' he grinned.

'At present.'

I tool my photos, two full frontal a couple from the side and then just the
one of his deliciously tight boy's bottom. The watery gleam made him too
much to resist. I was thinking of a fine oil spray when I put my camera
down and clasped him from behind pulling his very willing naked body onto
my clothed one. I could feel my hardness within my khakis press against his
bottom and I expect he could as well as he wriggled his bum against me.

'About time,' he growled taking my hand and guiding it down onto his
surprisingly hard cock. 'Thassss nice,' he slurred as I slowly wanked him
and he pushed back into my groin. 'We've never done it on this bed.'

'There's a first time for everything, my love,' I guided him down and he
placed the crown out of the way but kept the rest of the stuff on as he
wrestled with me kissing and helping me to undress. 'Would you do sex with
Simon?' I asked off the top of my head.

'Damn right, if I got half the chance,' he giggled as he tugged my briefs
down allowing my own hardness to jerk free. 'We could do him in a
sandwich.'

'Don't count your chickens before...'

'I know, I know but he is nice and I'm bloody sure he's up for a game.'

'A game's not sex,' I tried to remind him but his lips were on mine and he
was dragging me onto himself as he lay himself out flat on the bed.

'True, oh Wise one,' he giggled and then stared up at me. 'Suck me,
Pete... you know you want to.'

'Of course,' I gave him a final kiss on the lips and started on his neck
and then down to his dark skinned nips. It was an established routine by
now and once his nipples were slippery and hard I traced my tongue down his
sternum and onto his flat belly lingering at his navel brushing his now
fully erect penis with my cheek.

'Do me, do me,' Peter,' he pleaded making thrusts upwards until I turned my
head and grasping his stiff dark brown shaft caressed his ripe glans with
my tongue. I squeezed his dark red knob and a bead of boy cum bubbled out
to be eagerly lapped away. A few more oozed from his slit and I took just
his swollen knob inside my mouth. Once he started moaning and trying to
pump into my mouth I started running my lips up and down his meaty shaft
taking his weeping glans right into the back of my throat. I knew he liked
this and I knew exactly what he wanted next. I slid my hand under his
bottom and as he parted his legs in anticipation I pushed my finger against
his still damp and now slightly sweaty boy boy fanny. 'Aaaaaah...' he
gasped and arched his back thrusting deep into my mouth as I sucked away at
his pride and joy and worked my finger in and out of his slick bum. He was
easy, he wasn't a virgin by a long shot but I know he still liked the
finger fucking before the real thing. Maybe he'd want to fuck me before he
went home but he was flighty, sometimes he did, other times not. 'Oh,
yeah,' he gave a quivering moan and raised his knees either side of my head
as I sucked away and fed my second finger into his clinging sphincter. He
was mine now and thrashing around on the bed as my head bobbed faster and
my fingers probed deeper. 'Peter...' He wailed and I felt his hard cock
seem to swell and then the familar throb as his first shot slid right down
my throat. His second spunky load filled my mouth and as I swallowed and
gobbed at his thick creamy boy cum he let go another and then another which
splattered onto my face and dribbled down his shaft as I mouthed at the
eruption. 'Aaaaaah....' he flopped back on the bed still with my fingers
deep inside his gut.

 I nuzzled at his still hard cock lapping and wiping the beads and splashes
of milkly goo from his belly and his curly black pubics.

'OK?' I glanced up his belly and gave an extra jab up into his bottom.

'Brill as ever,' he looked at me with glazed eyes. 'Finish me off, Petey.'

I gave him a couple of final laps and wiped his belly and now soft noodle
with a handtowel getting myself onto my knees. As I've said, we were used
to each other and he raised his knees to his chest in the position he
liked. He gazed at me with a slight smile on his face as I moved
in. Holding my hips he seemed to hold his breath as I positioned my aching
and needy penis at his button and gently pushed. He opened up slowly and I
felt his heat grip me as he moaned and then forced himself to relax as I
entered him and savoured his tightness and warmth as I lodged in him and
held steady.

'Get's bigger every time,' he groaned and then smiled wrapping his legs
around me and pulled my face down to his. We were off and it was good with
Karl, it was always good with Karl. He clung to me like one of these funny
monkeys you see at the zoo, his legs bore down onto my back and his arms
kept my face down on his as I started to move in and out finally seating in
deeply and pushing home so that my pubes were mashed under his smooth
scrotum. 'Yeah,' he sighed with satisfaction as I filled him and started to
slowly move in and out.

I took it nice and easy, nice and slow as he liked it, I relished his
warmth and the feel of his flesh surrounding me and squeezing, almost
milking me. He had the knack of squeezing when I thrust in and rleaxing as
I withdrew, then repeating the process over and over... to cut to the
chase, he was a good fuck. I enjoyed him and he seemed to enjoy me. I had a
fleeting though of him and blonde Simon doing it on this very bed with me
watching but that may never happen. For the moment I was going to cum and
it was going to be a good one, I could feel it in my nuts. I began to speed
up and as he wimpered and whined I let go a massive load up into his tight
arse and he wriggled and pulled me in as tightly as he could. It was over
and we kissed again with all passion spent as I moved slowly in his spunk
filled hole. We were done and I knew exactly what would come next.

'I'm bloody starving,' he muttered as I slipped free in a flood of cum
caught by the handy towel. I grinned down at him as he let me wipe his cum
smeared bum and pat around his oozing hole, he was always hungry after sex
and for once, so was I.

'Cod and chips?'

'And a gherkin for being a good wife,' he giggled.

'You've got it,' I went next door allowing him to escape to the bathroom
and me to phone the chippy for a delivery. I often thought that if anyone
was spying on me they must have worked out by now that the only time I
ordered a delivery was when Karl was on the scene, all the other times I
went down and ate in the cafe. Thankfully, it seemed there were no sex
spies about although I knew in a market street everyone minded everyone
else's business. I was sure comments had been passed by some about the time
Karl spent up in my studio but I didn't care, he was nearly sixteen and he
was macho and smart enough to tough it out . Karl was no shrinking violet
and for that matter neither was I.

Stall holders and their ilk, what used to be called the working classes
expected people who were artists from film stars through the list to
photographers to be a little odd if not downright screaming queens so I
expect I'd been packaged, sorted and categorised long before Karl came onto
my scene. Everone I knew in the street, the stall holders shopkeepers and
even the idlers all passed the time of day with me quite easily and I even
joined them in a drink in The Market Arms now and then.  I had found when I
started work that the working classes to use that horrible phrase again
took prostution both male and female in their stride, they obviously went
through the motions if there was an outrageous case or something in the
papers but generally they couldn't care less. One of the great British
attributes was not caring less about anything, how the mighty are fallen as
our forebears would say. Then again, 'live and let live' is a good motto
and it's a great shame more pople don't abide by it.

'I'll send Jimmy up... ten minutes OK?' The guy in the chippy checked.

'Fine, tell him to buzz and come up,' I replied. Jimmy was alright. Yet
another thirteen or fourteen year old kid who looked as if he should be on
the game as most of them did around the Northcote Road Market area. I heard
Karl back in the shower and tidied myself up, it wouldn't do to welcome my
supper with my khakis around my ankles but from what I'd seen and heard of
young Jim he probably wouldn't say anything.

The food rolled up ten minutes later and naturally enough as I was paying
Jimmy. Karl wandered in naked other than the damp towel around his waist. I
was bloody sure he did it deliberately, he was probably doing one of those
territory things like in the Naked Ape (remember that one). One thing was
for sure all the other street lads would know that Karl was wandering
around my place in the bollocky buff, Jimmy would see to that. As I said,
I'm sure it was deliberate and Jimmy just gave him a sweet if knowing
smile.

I didn't say anything, it was all water off a duck's back to Karl and I had
marriage in mind anyway. The street had to know sooner or later and they
probably suspected we were at it anyway.

We sat down at my office desk and ate our supper. The local fish and chip
shop was beginning to get pricey but at least the stuff was good, well
worth the extra cost. Karl was sucking at his gherkin in an obscene manner
but I ignored him, he was only trying to wind me up. The one thing you
learn when you have young teenagers around the place was that the decorum
level tends to takea nosedive.

'What time do you have to get home, Ugly?' I asked and sipped a can of Coke
this time around.

'Whenever,' he shrugged.

'We should try and sort out a plan to get Simon on line.'

'A plan?' he laughed. 'It's easy, I'll chat him up. I'm bloody sure he
fancies me anyway, he's easy meat.'

'Yeah, Karl,' I tried to explain. 'He may fancy you and you may get to play
sticky fingers in a corner somewhere but... can you get him up here, naked
and doing some sex with you. Him being the manservant to your Prince Coco.'

'That'll be harder,' he admitted with a cheeky grin. 'Can I bribe him?'

'Offer him the usual modelling rates, he can do underwear and
swimwear. He's good enough to do a series like I plan for you.'

'Yeah... plan,' he sniffed. 'You've been saying that forever.'

'It takes time, I need to check what the others do but I've already got
punters lined up. A mob down in Lewes want discs but they want over a
hundred pictures per disk.'

'A hundred pictures? All of the same boy?'

'Right. Not just any old kids kids Good lookers with good bodies can get
fan clubs. If this mob take the discs from me they'll pay me outright and I
mean big bucks of which we can arrange you a slice.'

'Fifty-fifty,' he said immediately.

'Sounds good,' I laughed. 'Or if I market them myself you'd get a lesser
amount initially but you'd get a slice of every... and that is every disc
sold.'

'Won't people recognise me?'

'Depends how many pervos buy pinup picture discs of fifteen year old boys
bearing in mind a lot of the buyers will be in Europe and the States.'

'Not many in the Northcote Road then,' he laughed.

'Don't bank on it.'

'Yeah, it needs thinking about,' he resumed eating and tried to look
thoughtful. It was an act, he was thinking money more than thoughtful. As
for me I was taking my time, he was my first model or first 'private'
model, I didn't count the kiddies that did the catalogue stuff. Karl was
the first horse in my studio's stable but I wasn't about to tell him
that. I had a master plan but it was a long term one and I had all the time
in the world. The only gamble was that I thought he was beautiful, I needed
other people who thought the same to buy him. Pick a dummy and you could
spend a lot of money and have a lot of pictures no one wanted to buy. My
catalogue paid my wages and my weddings and christenings were bonuses. A
couple of discs of Karl, Simon or even Jimmy would provide me with
something to do and bring in extra revenue. If and it was a big if, the
boys got romantic in front of the camera and I'm not even talking porn
here, that would be a bonus on top of a bonus. 'I'm gonna go for Simon
anyway, just one thing though.'

'What's that ?'

'I want to bring Simon up here, show him the biz and then take it from
there maybe play around and take some pictures of him, you know,
facials... tempt him, get him interested. Neither of you work Wednesdays do
you?'

'Only for an hour or so, it's early closing and the market shuts down.'

'Well, tomorrow's Wednesday and I've got nothing planned in the
afternoon. If you grab a camera and start buggering around he's going to
get suspicious. It's better if you ask me to do the business. Bring him up
tomorrow, strike whilst the irons hot... whilst you've got the urge.'

'And you'd disappear if I can get going on the other, the dirty,' he
grinned. 'If he's in the mood I'll know.'

'You've got it but it'll cost you.'

'It always does,' he laughed. 'Wanna go upstairs and watch some TV or
something?'

'Something,' I started to clear the debris from the meal off the
table. 'Yeah, 'something' sounded nice.

I turned off all the lights and locked the studio rooms up and climbed the
stairs, Karl had rushed ahead after scooping up his clothing and was
flopped out full length on my sofa which was a much bigger edition of the
one downstairs, this one folded out into a bed although I'd never had cause
to use it. He was watching my television, making himself at home as
usual. I lifted his legs and swung them out claiming my portion of the
seat. He promptly swung his legs back up onto my lap and fiddled with his
groin.

'You'll catch a cold walking around with a damp towel on,' I lifted one of
his feet and sucked on his big toe just to get him going. I sensually
sucked his flesh running one hand up and down his smooth calf.

'Take it off then,' he rasped.

I didn't take it off although I flipped one corner up and snaked my hand
inside cupping his smooth scrotum and as he sighed happily I squeezed his
nuts gently feeling the tighness of his scrotum. Another shuffle closed and
still sucking his big toe and giving the others a little lick I reached and
felt his hardness poking straight up onto his flat belly. Grasping his
thick boy's cock I squeezed and manipulated it until I felt it really
harden up and when he closed his eyes I left his foot and stretched out on
the sofa with him. That was it, we were lips to lips again and this time he
was in a more active mode. The one thing about Karl was he followed a
routine. He liked to be drained and then fucked and maybe fucked
again. Every now ant then he wanted a go and tonight was one of those. I
felt his arms encircle me, hug me and then his hands were on my arse
claping my bottom through the thin material.

'You in the mood?' I whispered.

'Yeah,' he whispered back. 'I'll pretend you're Simon.'

'And I'll pretend you're Jimmy.'

'Ho, ho,' he grinned. 'Ugly Jimmy.'

'No he's not,' I slid from the sofa and taking his hand pulled him up. As
he stood his towel fell free and he stood there for a moment in his coffee
coloured glory before I towed him away to my bedroom.

'I'll give you a tip,' he spoke as I lay him on the bed. 'Order a late meal
from the chippy one night and ask for JImmy to deliver it on his way home,
he finishes at eight.'

'You reckon?' I asked as I peeled my shirt off and he lay there looking at
me.

'I know,' he declared confidently. He tapped the side of his nose in the
old market man's gesture. 'I know all about Jimmy, he does it for peanuts.'

'I better get a couple of bags in then,' I laughed as I dropped my khakis
and stood for a moment in my briefs with my own erection plainly visible.

'Get 'em off, Petey... me first,' he grinned and slowly wanked his
extremely hard organ, as I watched I saw a smear glisten at his pee slit,
he was ready for his treat. A remarkable recovery rate but he was a horny
fifteen year old after all. He reached under my pillow searching for the
lube and found it in it's usual parking slot. 'Come to Momma.' God, he was
such a wally but I did love him. Well, I loved his body and I loved sex
with him so that was most of the ground covered.

I peeled my briefs off and with my own hardness waving in the breeze I lay
down alongside him and he was on me. No more Mr Passive. He snuffled and
munched at my neck like a trainee vampire but all the while he was lifting
my legs and getting himself into position. Finally he raised himself onto
his knees and looked down at me with a slight smile on his face. 'Ready for
my love pole, Simon my blond haired beauty.'

'Shut up, you wally, you'll have to do with me' I laughed and guided his
hot cock down to my pucker. I hadn't got any lube on me but he'd smeared
some onto his 'love pole' as he put it and with a trickle of precum both he
and I were ready.

'Yesssss...' He hissed as he found the spot and slowly but firmly pushed
into my body. It was nice, he was nice, he was so hot and so hard as only a
boy of his age can be. He slowly worked his way in and as I felt him settle
into my gut I clamped onto him and held him firmly with my legs as he
started to move to and fro. 'Wicked...' he grinned and started to move
faster. I felt almost envious of Simon but that was a maybe, this was a
happening and I heard myself groan as he hit the spot and kept going with a
peculiar corkscrew movement he'd picked up somewhere.

'Harder, Karl, you fuck like a girl.'

That got him going. He started to go frantic slapping and ramming into me
pushing me up the bed and I closed my eyes. I liked this, he could do it
all night if he liked.  Unfortunately, like all youngsters he couldn't pace
himself. Once he went into the sort of rape and pillage mode (minus the
pillage) he lost it. Sweat was flying from him and he hammered away until I
felt his boyhood swell and then the familiar pumping or throbbing as his
sticky semen shot up inside me. A few more slower thrusts and he collapsed
on me lazily kissing and his stiffness started to soften in my bottom.

'That was a good one,' he whispered.

'It's always good with you, Prince Poofy.'

'Thank you,' he grinned back to his normal self and slid free and lay on
his side cuddling me.

'So, we're set for tomorrow?'

'Uh?'

'Just confirming tomorrow, Dimbo,' I gave him a quick kiss on his nose. 'If
and that's a big if. You get Simon up here tomorrow I'll follow your
lead. Maybe do a couple of portraits and let him see himself on the big
monitor.'

'Show him a few of my more decent ones as well?' He grinned.

'That's the plan,' I confirmed.

'I'm out with a couple of other pals as well as Simon,up West to catch a
film tomorrow night,' he blithely broke my heart. That was the trouble with
boys of his age, many parents have found the same thing. A teenager will do
what he wants to do and he wanted to go on his weekly jaunt up the West End
of London and catch a film. My life revolved around boys and teenagers,
taking their pictures, even short films but obviously he had other
priorities than being my love slave. There you go, life sucks. Mind you I
could always the chippy to get Jimmy to do one of his late evening
deliveries. Maybe a quick check was in order as I didn't want to go behind
Karl's back, there were far too many nosey bastards around for me to get
away with it anyway. Of course, I didn't mind sharing him but with one of
his mates or a youngster but not with another man. Another old cliche
coming up: I wanted my cake and to eat it too... how's about that one.

'Perhaps, I should check out this late delivery of Jimmy's.'

'Do it,' he grinned. 'Trust me and don't forget. One for all and all for
one.' He rolled onto his belly. 'Put in a good word for me,' he opened his
legs and craned his head to lok up at me. 'I've gotta make a move in an
hour or so.'

'Great,' I kissed his smooth brown bottom and slipped my fingers into his
crack. Nice. A bit hot and sweaty, he clamped on me as my finger brushed
then pressed against his pucker.

'Aaaaah,' he gave a gentle and satisfied little sigh as one finger parted
his tight little ring and explored his internal heat and tightness. Time
for another round it seemed.



			     To be continued.



By the way: The Prince Coco Project was inspired by a set of 3D renders by
the artist SH-1.

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