Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 08:38:28 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: J.E.H.

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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Dedicated to James Edward H---- of Redditch (Wormwood Scrubs c 1972)

GCutter66@aol.com ..... for comments and criticism, all mails answered
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man/youth/youth (21/17/17).



J.E.H.


by


G. Cutter


I intended this bit of angst, pathos and drivel to be auto biographical but
I had to change so many details to make it readable we'd best call it
twenty four carat fiction and leave it at that.

Some time ago (a long time ago in fact) I spent time in Wormwood Scrubs,
two years and one week to be exact. To the outlanders amongst you Wormwood
Scrubs is one of the two all male prisons in London town. In my time it was
reserved for first timers but the real baddies, the recidivists, were sent
to Wandsworth which had a far stricter regime.

'Where's the sex?' The bloke at the back just shouted. Gimme time.

I'd left school early which meant fifteen and a bit in those days (going
back a bit, eh?). As a street kid I got involved in some dirty stuff,
renting, boy porno and worse. You may ask, what could be worse ..... don't!

Of course, the natural conclusion to this life of depravity and minor crime
was that myself and the guy I worked for got captured. He got ten years and
I, just having turned eighteen got off pretty lightly with three years of
which I would finish up doing two. I was in shock as I went down the old
stone stairs in the Old Bailey with the judge's sentence ringing in my
ears. Three years for this, three years for that and another three years
for sneering at him.  It wasn't until I got to the cells that the screw
(the warder) told me that the sentences were concurrent and not consecutive
which meant that I'd do all the individual sentences at the same time.

I had two years or so to mull over the four or five little shitbags who had
given the police far too explicit statements, them being thirteen and
fourteen didn't help either.

I took to nick like the proverbial duck to water. The prison service had
already started to turn a blind eye; cannabis was quite easy come by, home
brew was being attempted in various blocks and homosexuality was rife and I
mean really rife, it was fuckin' rampant. I soon tied up with a young guy
my age and we were off on a mutual orgy of sex and ticking off calendars. I
don't know which I enjoyed more, pencilling off a couple of days or
scrunging up under the bed and shagging young Tony's Benton's bony bottom.

If you're still around Tony; Long time no see.

Such a long time ago, I really can't remember if it was Benton or Benson.

The only problem that got me down a bit was my piles. I know I was young to
have full blown piles but the camping with the Scouts, wet tents and wetter
bedding were probably a factor. Anyway, about a year or so into my term,
just about at the half way mark I gave up and reported sick. The prison
doctor told me that they'd rip them out in no time at all which cheered me
up no end. The way he put it across I was going to finish up with an
arsehole like a garage. Happy days.

Of course the one thing that kept me going is that I had salted away a
goodly chunk of my illegal and immoral earnings and my mum had a stash as
well so I wasn't going to have to panic around when I did eventually get
out. My dad had told me that I wouldn't be welcome back at the family nest
but that they would try and sort me out a flat or something nearer the
time.

Right let's get on with it and stop waffling.

I went into hospital and had all the usual things done to me. Ritual
starvation for twenty four hours, embarassing shaving by a po faced female
screw and the bloody awful enemas. I thought my piles could get painful but
when I eventually woke up I was in a world of hurt. The last time my arse
had been so sore was when a fifteen year old with a dick like a donkey had
done some posing with me and guess who played the bottom.

To make matters worse I was drugged up, in pain and what appeared to be a
scarecrow was perched on the end of the bed. I had been shoved into an
alcove by the way, away from the hoi poloi. This gangly person, once my
eyes focussed turned out to be a boy in jim jams and dressing gown clearly
a patient from the Boy's Wing. God could he talk. He sat down and fed me
prison orange juice and extracted my life story in five nano seconds flat.

I dunno why I talked to him because I didn't normally broadcast my offences
certainly not the statutory buggery ones. He let me know that he had no
problems and that he was a much sought after prize in the Boy's Wing. I
believed him, he was absolutely beautiful, at least to my sex starved
eyes. I think on reflection he was talking to me because I was weak and
disoriented, everyone else had fucked him off out of it. God, he did go on
a bit.

Kids. I had him down for sixteen and a young one at that. You had to be
sixteen in those days to do regular time although boys were well and truly
segregated from the men for the obvious reasons. I found out that his name
was James Edward H----, he was truly sixteen and he came from Redditch
which I knew was up in the Midlands somewhere. He never stopped talking, he
was gorgeous but what a fuckin' mouth. I loved him to death on the spot. I
was still up on my drugs for the pain but he knew and he was enjoying
himself. Teaser.

No mucking around in the prison hospital. I learned that I had four days in
the ward, a further twenty four hours in a pre release ward and that was
it. They pulled the sausage out late at night and left me suffering rather
badly but Jimmy crept around in the dark ignoring the Night Nurse (who was
quite a pleasant girl). He sat there and chatted for a couple of hours
until a male nurse came on duty and broke it up.

Incidently, the sausage was just that. They stick this thing up your bum to
stop the thing scabbing and closing up which was just as well. I never
fancied crapping through the mouth, you'd be forever cleaning your teeth
and nobody and I mean nobody would kiss you ever, ever, ever.

Just before he slipped back to his bed Jimmy said one thing: 'I like you
Gary,' he grabbed my foot and shook it nearly giving me a heart attack.

'Yeah, you're O.K. Jimmy.' I settle for that, I didn't want to say too much
with all the ears flapping in the darkness.

'Really like you,' he bent over and gave me the lightest of kisses and ran
for his bed.

I was in shock. A sixteen year old criminal had kissed me. Going any
further than that would be as easy as breaking out of Colditz. Small chance
and no chance but life doesn't stop in prison. Apart from a rather
sleepless night due to a ragingly sore bum I had a few pleasantly dreamy
bits. Needless to say a naked Jimmy featured in most of them.

Suppose I'd better try and describe him. He was very good looking (at least
to my eyes), around five feet ten I suppose and slender, shorter than me
just, he probably came in around nine to ten stone which made him pretty
skinny but I prefer slender. Fresh faced with dirty blonde unruly hair
..... doesn't tell you a lot does it. But he was so nice, he was
pleasant. I know they're old fashioned words; nice and pleasant but they
summed him up. Probably a weird way to sum up a baby burglar or whatever he
was but that's me, so there. He had the most kissable of lips but they were
unfortunately flapping in the breeze most of the time.

The next day I was hobbling around and Jimmy had gone into hyperdrive, he
was being operated on. He had an ingrowing toenail which had gone septic
for God's sake. The crunch came when he emerged from behind his curtain and
he wanted the back of his operating gown securing. Of course one chump beat
me to it and made the fatal mistake of lightly stroking Jimmy's bare
bottom. The kid went off like a rocket. When the dust settled I got the
second offer, I didn't stroke his bum I just admired the flawless white
skin, the delicate curve ..... a boy's bottom made by God for worshiping.
Gotta say I've been a boy lover and a total perv from an early age.

A nicely rounded bottom, a nice sized dick circumcised or not and a good
body joining the two. Stick a nice face on the top of that lot and all you
need is a good nature and willingness. Jimmy had the sweet nature and
regretably I suspected I'd never find out about his willingness. One thing
I had found out in our rather one sided conversations was that he was due
for release in ten months, a month after me, now that was food for thought.

They put him out and they carted him off, he was back later in the day
groggy and more or less passed out. I did the bed watch as he had for
me. The operation had gone wrong, he hadn't sustained lasting damage but
they'd taken around two hours when it should have been done in around
thirty minutes. I spent most of the day by his bed tending him and then
exchanging life stories again as he slowly returned to the land of the
living. It was dark and only a couple of reading lights were on as I
finally stood up to leave.

'Gary.'

'Whassup, Jimbo?'

'Can you take my boxers off?'

I thought I was hearing things.

'I mean tug them down my legs and I'll kick them off.'

'You gotta be joking, Jim.' I looked at him in the gloom. The kid was
mad. I really needed to get caught with my hands in a boy prisoner's bed,
I'd be in solitary so quickly my feet wouldn't touch the ground.

'Come on, they're all asleep,' he wheedled. He was probably right, the
greatest way to spend time in prison was to sleep it away.

'OK,' I mumbled. I was definitely iffy about this but I couldn't resist. I
tried to block off most of the ward with my back, the duty nightnurse was
no problem, she was up the far end studying for exams as she'd explained at
great length. I reached under the bedding and grabbed his shorts and as he
lifted his bum slid them down. I could feel his body heat and I was so
tempted but I remembered the outburst of the morning.

'Feel it,' he whispered and grabbed my hand under the sheets.

Oh, my God. He placed my hand onto his groin and he was hard. I gave it a
gentle squeeze, little Jimmy wasn't all that little where it counted. I
pulled my hand away from temptation there was another two years facing me
if this went any further.

'Aw, Gary,' he whined.

'You're gonna drop me right in the shit, you arsehole.' I stalked back to
my bed. My bum was sore and I was disappointed in Jimmy, I thought he had a
bit of sense at least. It was a bad night.

He was around at the crack of dawn hobbling like Pegleg the Pirate, the
usual big grin on his face and a cup of tea in his hand.

'Here you go,' he gave me the mug and sat by the bed.

'I'd better get up,' I muttered and nodded a thanks for the tea.

'Sorry about last night,' he spoke quietly and looked at me earnestly. 'I
do like you Mick. I'm sorry I don't want to get you into trouble.'

'OK. Jimbo. Just use you're pea sized brain now and then, OK?'

'O.K. Am I forgiven then?' He grinned at me with his chipmunk smile.

'I suppose,' I said grudgingly.

'How's your bum.'

'Sore.'

He just laughed as he hobbled away. He'd be laughing the other side of his
face if I trod on his toe. I had the rest of the day and I was changing
wards after breakfast the next morning, I had to chat to young James.

The day wore on, I talked him out of assisting me with my salt bath which
would have gone down a hoot. Pervy and a kid in the bathroom together and
then we settled down to a desultory game of ludo in the afternoon. The rest
of the ward which numbered around ten pre-ops and post-ops either snoozed
or read.

'You know that you go out a month in front of me?' he looked at me with a
grin, he'd just gotten a double six, then again it didn't matter the little
sod was cheating anyway. Tell ya, never play any game in prison, everyone
cheats as a matter of principal.

'Yeah,' I quoted the date which I can't recall for the moment.

'You going back with your parents?'

'Nah, my dad's getting me a place.'

'In the Smoke.'

'It'd better be.' I was a London boy born and bred, I couldn't imagine
living anywhere other than London. History moves us all along but that was
then and not now.

'Couldn't visit when I get out could I?'

'I'd really like that.' I looked at him. Like it, I'd love it, dunno if he
knew or not but his first stop would be bed and then bed again.

'How we gonna fix it?'

'Easy if you're really on the up and up.'

'Yeah, I am,' he whispered urgently. 'I could stay down here a bit before
going home. Stay with you.'

I didn't know if he was winding me up or just being an innocent although he
hadn't struck me as being all that innocent.

'I meet you at nine o'clock on your release day and we take if from there.'

'OK.' He didn't seem to happy or too convinced.

'Also, I give you my parents phone number and address and you can write to
them if there's any change ..... you know, if you get out earlier or even
later.'

'Really.' This time the big grin was back.

'Really,' I said mockingly. 'I'll do that right now,' I went to my bed and
grabbed a pencil and paper.

'I'll memorise this lot,' he waved the paper about when I'd written the
details. 'What sort of place you getting?' He was off, another disjointed
conversation another chatting marathon. I hoped the hell he didn't keep
yakking if I ever got him into bed.

The next day I went to the recovery ward for a couple of day, I understand
Jimmy was being returned to his Wing. We bumped into one another a couple
of times purely by chance and little was said. It's difficult if you're
being escorted to some appointment or another and however the screws want
to keep a lid on things with certain easing of the rules there were still
some right wankers amongst them.

For the remaining ten months I just pined like a lovesick fool. I obviously
couldn't gaze at a picture but I made up a postcard sized thingy which had
a white J.E.H. outlined on black, on a background of red just like a little
flag ....... now is that sad, or what? I was still fucking with Tony Benton
(or Benson) but my skinny (sorry, slender) Jimmy was my heart's desire. I
just hoped that he felt half as much for me. I dunno, I might never ever
see him again.

My release day came up and my parents collected me, my dad had got me a
flat a couple of streets away and it had rough and ready furniture but it
was enough. I was off again, a new life, blah, blah. Naturally enough I got
my money sorted out, took a couple of days off and went on the sniff. In
the two years I'd been away things had changed. The Obscene Publications
Squad had been disbanded due to corruption in high places and better still
the law had been relaxed. I refreshed a couple of old contacts and I was
back in business only this time it was mail order, no home produced stuff
at all. By the time Jimmy was due for release I had an old banger (it
wasn't too bad actually), I had the flat as I liked it and I was earning
decent dosh basically just shopping around gay porn as before. No kids in
tow this time. If I shacked up with anything under age, rent boy or not
there would be no photographic proof, no silly 'souvenirs' to hang me.

I was really worried about Jimmy, no letter to the parents no indication of
what was happening at all. I just prayed that they hadn't decided to ship
him out to a local nick nearer to where he lived.

I had the date engraved on my mind and was parked in the road a respectable
distance from the forbidding main gate of HMP Wormwood Scubs on the dot.

Dots must have been in fashion. As the bell rung the hour, on the dot three
bodies were more or less hurled through the postern all clutching the
standard carrier bags and mementoes of a wasted life. Painting by numbers
was the great hobby, that and trying to keep dirty minded villains out of
your trousers of course. Two of the bodies were immediately collected
leaving one poor soul looking lost and dejected. My favourite mouth ..... I
beeped the horn long and loud and drove a little nearer.

To say my heart leapt would be an understatement. I think I was as relieved
as he was. His little face literally split in the biggest grin in the world
as he recognised me and made a beeline for the car.

'Mickeee.' The poor little bugger was nearly in tears.

'It's OK, Jimbo. All over now.'

Rougy toughy Mick really did have a lump in his throat. Not that sort of
lump you dirty people, the emotional one.

I got him settled into the car which seemed to impress him and away we
went. He talked non stop all the way back to Paddington so no change
there. I heard of all his trials and tribulations in great detail until I
told him to shut the fuck up in the nicest possible way. He just sat there
grinning oggling the passing people and the traffic. I knew the feeling.
Unless you've done time you don't really know what I'm talking about but
it's a sort of a lost feeling. Something like; where do we go from here.
The control and regimentation had gone and nothing is there to replace it
unless you're married or you have close family. I was more or less on my
own apart from my dad's guidance and Jimmy seemed to be a sort of
castaway. I needed to know what his plans were, if any.

'I bet you want a nice bath, something to eat and just lounge about for the
day.' I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

'How'd you know?'

'Been there, seen it got the bloody t-shirt.'

'Right,' he giggled. 'We can talk about old days,' he said quite
innocently.

'I can think of better things to do.'

'Sure you can,' he gave a giggle and squeezed my knee. Jeez, we were off
and running already. 'You said you were getting your own place.....' he
prompted.

'Yeah, I've got a nice flat. Bloody great lounge, nice bathroom, small
kitchen and a bedroom.'

'Just one bedroom?'

'Just one bed,' I grinned back at him.

'Sounds good,' he looked at me and smiled. 'How long are you gonna let me
stay?'

'For as long as you like, Jimbo. But you've gotta fit in with me, I can't
work around you.'

'Fair enough,' he replied quietly for him. 'Nice bath, something to eat and
bed for a while.'

'Sounds good.'

'Got the t-shirt, etc etc.' He giggled.

'T-shirts are OK as long as they're being used as jimjams.'

'Dirty sod,' he laughed. 'How's your bum?'

'How's your toe?'

More giggles, we were getting on fine.

We got home and trucked all his gear up the stairs. I lived on the top
floor of a three story block between Star Street and Praed Street not too
far from the big hospital, St Mary's and Paddington Station. I had access
to the flat roof so it was handy for sunbathing as well. The flat wasn't
all that big but it was cheap and my dad was lucky to get it for me. It
suited me down to the ground, having mouthy Jimbo stopping over was a
bonus.

'Cuppa first,' I flung open the door and ushered Jimbo inside.

'Hello there, Mr Cutter.' It was my nosey old neighbour.

'Hi,' I thought I'd better introduce Jim otherwise she'd be thinking he was
a burglar of something. Mind you that's what he was, an apprentice burglar
and not very good at it. 'Hi, there Mrs Marsh, meet Jimbo, my cousin, he's
staying with me and looking for work.'

I saw Jimmy's face glow as he shook hands with the old dear and made all
the right sounds. We finally got shot of her, got in and relaxed. He lurked
in the kitchen as I made a couple of mugs of tea with a big silly grin on
his face. I knew the feeling, it was so good to be free.

'Here, Jimbo.'

'Yeah,' he was looking out of the kitchen window at the street below.

'You remember the night I came out of the op and you kissed me?'

'Sorta,' he went bright red.

'Sorta,' I mocked him and pulled him in close. 'Now we do it for real.' I
held his slender hips and brought my face to his. He looked at me with a
glazed look in his eyes and opened his mouth as my lips met his.

'Micky,' he mumbled as my tongue slipped between his parted lips. God he
was good. His tongue explored my mouth as I tasted him and attacked his
tonsils. That was one good kiss. The feel of his soft buns in my hands was
rather pleasant as well.

'That was nice,' I whispered as we finally parted. 'You're hard you dirty
little perv.' I could feel his erection pressing against mine as we swayed
and went for another kiss. The whistling kettle ended that one.

'Let's relax,' I fixed the teas and we wandered into my so called
lounge. We bustled about for a while getting rid of his coat and more or
less slinging his collection of junk into the bedrom and then it was shoes
off and relaxerooni time.

'I'm tired,' he gave a theatrical yawn and stretched his arms above his
head.

'Liar.'

The big toothy grin again. 'It is getting on a bit.'

'It's eleven o'clcock in the morning,' I laughed. 'First thing for you is
to have a bath and get rid of that prison stink.'

'I don't stink.' he looked all hurt.

'You won't after I've given you a nice soapy bath.'

'Shurrup,' he grinned. 'I gotta an ache.'

'Excellent,' I laughed. We weren't going to get much done today. Thank God
I had a load of grub in the fridge, in fact, I had enough stuff to stay in
the flat for a month which sounded a pretty good idea to me.

'When did you last have sex or a wank?' he looked at me intently. Now
that's what they normally called a conversation stopper.

'Couple of days ago,' I looked at him over the rim of my mug. 'I've been
saving it for you.'

Good ol' Micky, say it as it is.'

'I've really got the hots for you,' I admitted. 'I have since I met you in
that hospital.'

'I got more than the hots.' he looked into his cup avoiding my eyes.

'Don't get mushy,' I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and he snuggled in
closer. 'We can talk later. Just relax and make most of the day, it should
be a bit special after all.'

'It will be,' his hand drifted into my lap and he gently felt the outline
of my semi hard penis within my thin khakis. 'I want that,' his voice was
barely a whisper.

'You gotta tell me,' I kissed the side of his face. 'How much did you do in
nick?'

'Sex you mean?'

'Natch.'

'I had one of the heavy lads looking after me, he settled for a wank and a
blow now and then. He kept the others off my back.'

'Good for him,' I replied maybe a little jealously.

He chuckled. 'A boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do.'

'All over now,' we slid down onto my big sofa and snogged. God, I was in
heaven, a year of waiting and he was with me, at that moment in time and
space I really felt like things couldn't get any better. Of course they
could, we were going to bond just like superglue.

'I better have this bath,' he finally muttered. 'Gotta tell you something
though.'

'What's that, Jim.'

'I'm not a bitch you know. I ain't a fuck toy, I ain't a rent boy either.'

'And?'

'I ain't the only one who gets fucked around here.' He buried his face in
my sweatshirt and I could see his ears were bright red.

'Come on, Jimmy,' I pulled him up and gazed into his eyes. 'Equal
partners. You can do anything you want with me and you don't have to do
anything you don't want to, OK.'

'So we can shag each other,' he grinned right back on form again.

'One way of putting it I suppose,' I laughed and kissed him forcing him
back flat on the sofa. I ground my hips against his and I could feel our
stiffies pressing against each other through our trousers. 'Let's get in
that bathroom and get some clothes off,' I croaked. I was very seriously in
heat and I fancied my boy was good and ready.

'Last one in's a poof,' he caught me by surprise and wriggled from under me
and made a dash for the bathroom with me right on his tail, his delicious
tail that is. Needless to say we both got jammed in the door.

I grabbed him and stuck my tongue down his throat yet again. 'So, we're
both poofs,' I said as we broke apart.

'Whatever,' he laughed and sat on the toilet and began to take his shoes
and socks off. It was party time.

I sat on the edge of the bath and fed it foam as it filled, naturally
enough I also watched the strip show Jimmy was putting on for me. He
stopped at his pants and sat there in his briefs with his erection plainly
visible and looked at me shyly. 'Get undressed.'

'You're the one bathing.'

'You're the one who's gonna get soaked,' he grinned. 'Anyway, I wanna see
what I'm getting for lunch.'

'Me.' I stood and gave him my version of the strip show. he just sat there
and took it all in positively drooling when I finally dropped my trousers
and stood there with my raging hardon clearly visible within my own tight
briefs.

'Wow, that's a biggy,' he laughed and fondled himself. 'Micky's gotta big
dicky.' Told you, he really was like a kid at times, although I knew that
he was now seventeen and nearly legal (at that time). 'We'll take them off
together,' he husked and I felt his warm naked flesh against mine for the
first time. He hooked his fingers into the rear of my briefs and I did
exactly the same. We saw each other totally naked for the very first time
in that steamy old bathroom as both pairs of briefs came down like a pair
of ensigns at sunset. Our two erections said hello to each other and
kissed. It was great fun, I handled his smooth tight buns and he draped his
arms around my body and hugged me so tightly.

'I was scared you weren't going to meet me,' he breathed hotly on my
breast.

'It's all over now, Jimmy,' I hugged his warm body. God, I wanted this
youth-child so badly it hurt. 'Have your bath and we'll go to bed.

'Good,' he said simply and pulling apart stepped into the bath with his
respectably sized penis waving in the breeze. I don't like to blat on about
penis size but it's pretty mandatory in stories like this. Jimmy was
uncircumcised and probably came in at the national average of six inches
which wasn't bad for a kid just gone seventeen. I was bigger than him, I
was around seven inches and was also uncircumcised. O.K.? That's the gory
details, on with the story.

He sat in the bath and I flitted about with a soapy sponge tending his
shoulders and the front of his chest. He got the giggles when I started to
play with his nipples, I think he was a bit surprised when they hardened up
and went to sticky out mode but I soothed him by grasping his thick penis
in the soapy water. He was so hard I was frightened that he was going to
pop there and then. He just sat grinning like a loon all the time until I
called time and squeezed a loaded sponge on his head.

'I got soap in my eyes,' he wailed. 'You prick.'

'Naughty, naughty,' I whispered and kissed him. 'Stand.'

Still whingeing he stood up in all his soapy glory his hardness sticking
out like a lance. He was as blind as a bat with the foam in his eyes but I
got into the bath and held his slippery frame and caressed his slick buns.

'You are so beautiful.' I handled his springy bum and held him tight.

'You're alright yourself,' he chuckled and peered at me with one eye. 'We
gonna do the biz?'

This kid was ripe, he was seriously hot and he wanted it .... how could I
refuse him. 'Let's get dried off, we gotta honeymoon to do.' That brought
another round of giggles but we were on our way, we both knew what we
wanted, we wanted each other ..... like now.

We rinsed off and he didn't stop moaning about the soap in his eyes until I
slipped my tongue right down his throat and shut him up, we dried each
other off and drifted into the bedroom with our damp towels draped around
our waists.

'Nobody's going to come in?' he glanced nervously at the door as I guided
him down onto the bed.

'Don't be silly, you're not in nick now.' I flathanded his still damp chest
and dived onto his erection, his thick and now oozing cock for the first
time. My very first mouthful of sweet Jimmy. I'll never forget it: His
little gasp, the little whimpers as I ran my wet lips up and down his ivory
white shaft and sucked his dark red blood gorged glans.

'I'll cum,' he threatened as I grasped his firm young bottom and took his
boyhood as deep as I could. I could feel his nuts in his furry ballsac as
tight as a drum and the heat and hardness of his young organ as it filled
my mouth.

'Ooooooh,' he groaned and I felt him tense and shudder. His youthful cock
seemed to swell within my mouth and then it pulsed. Hot splashes of his
thick cum shot into the back of my mouth and I swallowed and gobbled not
wanting to waste a drop. He held my head tightly and jetted more of his
juicy spunk deep into my throat almost choking me until I got free and just
held his slimy glans in my mouth and drained him dry. I ran my hand up his
slippery shaft and extracted the very last drop licking it from his pee
slit with a grin.

'Happy?'

'I thought I'd died,' he smiled tiredly and looked at me with a lazy grin
on his face silent for once. 'Now I'm tired.'

'Sleep then,' I cuddled his still damp body.

'No,' he looked at me and rolled onto his tummy and presented his flawless
bottom. 'Do me this way first, we can do the frontal bit later,' he turned
his head and looked at me. 'Fuck me, Micky.'

'Love you,' I leant over and kissed his smooth paleness, I tentatively ran
my tongue from the bottom of his crack upto the base of his spine. He
giggled and opened his legs. The tongue again, this time it forced it's way
between his buns coating the inside of his cleft actually brushing against
his sphincter. His little bum pushed up.

I suppose nearly everybody gets that feeling, you know the one. The one
that tells you that where you are and what you were doing was right. So
right that it was meant to be. I felt that with Jimmy, this wasn't a one
off or a one night stand, I wanted to be with this boy. I wanted him with
me for a long, long time, if not for ever. I felt that we were made for
each other, I just hoped that he felt half of much as I did.

'Do it,' he grunted as my tongue squirreled away at his pucker. 'Do me,
Micky.'

I placed my oozing glans at his back entrance and gently pushed. It was
like slipping a hot knife through butter, I slipped in so easily with just
the whisper of a wimper from my lover. I felt his hot flesh clamp on my
cock as I slowly started to move to and fro sinking deeper and deeper into
his tight boy's cunt.

'Yeah,' he hissed and pushed up onto me as I bottomed out with my seven
inch hardness buried in his soft flesh. 'That's so nice,' he wriggled on me
and craned his head around on the pillow. I pushed my belly into the small
of his back and kissed him.

'I thought you were a virgin,' I gave a mock grumble.

'Gotta be joking,' he gave a dirty laugh and clamped on my fleshy
spike. 'Fuck me hard, Mickyman, gentle next time.'

'Next time?'

'From the front, later,' he giggled again into the pillow and pushed his
sweet bottom up as I began to slowly ride him to a climax.

He was good sex. I dunno how much he'd had in the past and I didn't want to
know. One thing was for sure, neither of us were virgins and both us were
enjoying what we were doing. What's wrong with that.

I gave him a hard fuck and slowed down at the end when he was pushing up
and begging me to finish it. I blasted a record cum up his stern and he
loved it. He was actually crying as I filled his sweet arse with my love
juice. Thick creamy splats filling him and oozing out into his crack.

'Hey, you cum like a donkey,' he pushed up onto my wilting organ.

'Hee Haw,' I gave one final squishy thrust and slid free and cuddled his
sweaty body to me. I was well and truly satisfied, I was in heaven.

We slept after that and probably didn't awake until late afternoon. Jimmy
was laying there staring at the ceiling.

'Penny for them?'

'What,' he turned his head and kissed me on the jaw. 'Penny for what.'

'For your thoughts.'

'I was wondering how long you're gonna let me stay here.'

'As long as you like, as long as you keep legal, or pretty legal.'

'And as long as I shag?'

'That too,' I laughed. I then told him about the business I was in and if
he wanted to help me out and at least earn his keep. He seemed interested
and the moral aspect of peddling gay porn around didn't seem to faze him in
any way. In fact, he seemed to see it as a way of life in the big city. He
was over the moon at the thought of driving around Soho and even chatting
to real live male prostitutes. He was an easy boy to please. He liked the
flat, he liked the bed and he liked sex. I worked that one out myself, he
was as hard as a rock.

I shuffled down the bed and took his swollen lump in my mouth for the
second time.

'You don't get away that easy,' he ruffled my hair. 'Payback time.'

'Yes, massa,' I slipped back up the bed again and kissed him on his sweet
lips. He slid his erection between my legs and rolled me onto my back.

'I've waited a year for this,' he breathed heavily and planted a kiss on my
waiting lips. I could feel his slippery glans nudge at my hole as I raised
my legs. 'Gonna fuck ya to death.'

'Big mouth,' I grinned and then winced as he pushed home. God, his dick was
fat and as hard as a rock. He speared into my bum and no sooner was he in
an inch or so he started fucking like a bloody sex starved rabbit. 'Take
your time, Jimbo.'

He wasn't listening he was having fun and after a moment or so I got used
to it. No doubt subsequent sessions would be a little less frantic. I guess
that in prison he'd been so used to having been the passive partner
especially with his juvenile heavy he was really enjoying himself now. He
was a good bottom but he was all boy, my Jimbo.

'This is fantastic,' he kissed and nearly ate my lips off, he was well
gone. Fantastic, I suppose it was, some loony tune seventeen year old
working off a year's supressed urges and I was the bottom on the receiving
end. I held his hips as he pumped and pulled him in tighter as I felt him
near his climax. Yet again a super splat, dunno where he got it all from
but I squirmed on his hot cock as he spurted and splashed into my body. He
was one randy kid.

Of course that wasn't the end of it. We had a weekend which seemed to be
spent between the bathroom and the bedroom, at the end of it we were like a
pair of zombies.

Eventually we had to go out and earn. I introduced Jimmy to my token boss
and he settled in quite comfortably. My production and deliveries increased
as did my list of clients, we even bought a scooter for Jim which meant we
were a two man distribution service and he took most of the Soho run, I
settled for the outer boroughs.

I should think the change came after around three months. Not a long time
but things were happening in the porn world. Computers had come into their
own but more importantly people were going on line, we old fashioned
purveyors would be out of business. Jim could see that and so could I, we
needed a change of direction and there was only one way to go. In three
years I'd come full circle, I'd done time for porn in the past and now I
was contemplating having another go but this time it would be different. No
sweating in stuffy dark rooms, no buggering about developing and printing
..... no, none of that. Just digital and video, put the processing and
sales out to the big boys.

I talked to Jim about it and we decided to carry on with our deliveries,
after all we were earning a good slice of the price but we had time for
adventures. The very first one was to get out and about and do a set of
stills of Jim and then some of myself (I wasn't that bloody ugly). We did
this and made our first contact with our European tie in within a month. He
was happy, he paid up, he wanted more, he wanted doubles, he wanted sex.

Back to the drawing board. A set of Jimmy wankies and a set of moi
wankies. We drew the line at sex, at least I did, Jimbo was as keen as
mustard ..... he wanted to be a star and he was good looking enough to make
it.

Coming upto Christmas Jim was still with me and this was five months after
his release, we'd got a ratty old basement studio and enticed a series of
rent boys and other strays down there for picture taking. Our European
contact Klaus, in Berlin was hassling me to double Jim up.he had the hots
for Jim and any pix I sent of the boy he positively drooled over. He kept
inviting us over and we were due to visit in the New Year. You realise we
weren't Klaus' only suppliers but he did like his scruffy English kids and
so, apparently, did the punters.

'That Klaus is bloody nutty on me doing doubles,' Jim wobbled on reading
though the German's recent EMails.

'You're singles went down well, you got tons of fan mail.'

'That's 'cos I'm tasty,' he giggled. A full five months hadn't changed him
one bit.

'Yeah, well is my tasty boy's gonna pair up, he's gonna pair up with
something just as tasty.'

'Really,' he grinned. 'I thought you were keeping me for yourself.'

'I am,' I snogged his smooth neck. 'But I don't mind if you wanna have some
fun.'

'And earn you money.'

'Earn us money, Jimbo. We're partners.'

'Yeah, whatever,' he smirked at me reading me like a book as usual. 'We've
got that new kid this afternoon, the Sooty.'

'The coloured kid,' I corrected him. PC wasn't my Jimb's strong
point. 'Basil's, hell of a name.'

'Have you met him?'

'No we've just chatted on the phone, he sounds like high class game.'

'What the fuck's that?' Jim laughed.

'A rent boy,' I replied. 'He sounded a bit camp, a bit of a cut above the
rest.'

'Ah well, I suppose we'll find out,' Jim switched off the computer and
stood up, I grabbed him and planted a kiss on his sweet lips, I still
couldn't get enough of him, I was besotted with the dimwit.

We got our camera gear together and headed for the car. Basil had arranged
to meet us at the end of the road where the studio was, in the pub in fact
and I was quite excited. He'd be our first black model and he seemed keen
enough to earn. He said that he'd done some modelling but that the work had
dried up, he was now interested in dropping his standards a little as long
as the money was good.

I told him that the money was good and that the standards were zilch. We
took pictures of boys and that was naked boys, boys with hardons, boys
cuming and boys flashing their puckers. He'd just laughed and said that
he'd do his best. That was good enough for me.

It was a Thursday afternoon just after one and being early December the
weather was shit. The pub was virtually empty and there was only one black
person in it, a kid who looked to be well under age for pubs that is. He
was sitting nursing what appeared to be a coke, he looked up and grinned,
he had our descriptions so he was on pretty firm ground.

'Hi,' I walked over and Jim tailed me. 'You gotta be Basil.'

'You gotta be Mick and his friend Jim.'

I nodded, I'd noticed the emphasis that he'd put on the word friend, I
wondered if Jim had.

'We going to have a drink?' Jim piped up, he seemed mesmerised by our
coloured friend.

'Yeah, I'll get them.' I asked what Basil wanted and got told to call him
Baz and that he was on straight Cokes, I got Jim one of his foul WKDs and
myself a drop of Bells with loads of lemonade. Cameras and booze don't
mix. After some small talk we trooped over to the studio and went down. The
place we had rented was basically a clapped out basement but Jim and myself
had decorated it out and it was just good enough. Jim chatted to Baz whilst
I flashed up the heating and arranged lighting. The picture taking was easy
with digitals although Jim handling the VCR was a bit of a joke. We
normally managed to rescue around ten percent of what he produced.

I was curious about our Baz, he was carrying enough in the way of gold
bracelts and necklaces to sink a bloody ship, he had a flash watch on and
he was well dressed, not what we normally had in front of the camera. He
was shorter than both of us although pretty well built with black curly
hair probably a bit overlong but attractive all the same. He seemed to have
a ready smile and that was what I liked in a model, Jim always looked like
he was being tortured when I took shots of him.

'OK, lets cut to the chase, Baz.'

'Ok,' he took his outside coat off.

'If you just want to striptease from as you are now to naked.'

'Then what?'

'A few stiffies would be nice.'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'Wankies?'

'Fanny shots?' I countered.

'I'm OK with that,' he grinned and stepped into the centre of the studio
and away we went.

His performance was first class. He stripped off like a professional
stripper. he got a hardon almost instantly, he even went doggy and flashed
his ring, I meaning parting the cheeks, the works. Jim danced about with
the VCR and wore it out, I exhausted our three digitals and that was it.

'Very well done,' I grinned, this kid was money in the bank. Klaus would be
delighted. Jim selfconciously handed Baz a handtowel to wipe his creamy cum
from his belly and hands.

I paid Baz the going rate, the rate I'd quoted and stuck a score on, I
wasn't worried my return was safe enough with the stuff he'd produced.

'Cheers.' Baz tucked the money away, I thought he was going to be dead
casual but he seemed overjoyed, perhaps he was hard up. 'I have friends who
could do this.'

'Always keen to find new models,' I grinned at him. 'Good lookers that is,
not dogs.'

'You think I'm good looking,' he looked at me archly.

'I do,' Jim blurted out and I looked at my boy. Shit, he had a crush on the
black kid. It stuck out like a sore thumb or in Jim's case like pointy
pants. The vision of Jim and Baz doing the dirty flashed in front of my
eyes.

'Thank you,' Baz simpered like a right little queen.

'I should double you two up,' I shot over to the desk and grabbed some
pictures and handed them to Baz, they were Jim's outdoor nudes.

'Oooh,' Baz giggled and studied Jim naked and Jim with stiffy, my Jim went
bright red and disappeared to the toilet. 'I thought he was your
boyfriend.' Baz whispered.

'He is,' I smiled. 'But we share.'

'Mmm.' Baz grinned. 'Why do I suspect that if I did doubles with your Jim
that you might join in?'

'Probably because you're a pretty smart kid,' I laughed.

'When would you like to do these intimate doubles?' He left no doubt by
what he meant when he said intimate.

'As soon as you like,' I looked at Jim as he returned, he'd probably just
had a wank the oversexed little hooligan. 'I want to do them indoors on a
proper bed not here.'

'That's 'all the way' stuff?' Baz was still determining fighting lines.

'Yeah,' I glanced at Jim. 'All the way. Blow and be blowed, fuck and be
fucked.' I looked at Jim again. He had the option he could nod his head up
and down or across. He gave a slight up and down nod and a soppy grin slid
across his handsome face. My boy was up for it.

'Alright,' Baz started to clamber into his gear shoving his rehardening
cock into his briefs. 'When do you fancy doing these pictures.'

'As soon as you like.'

'Tonight too early? I have a debt to pay out of this right now,' he rubbed
his pocket with the money in it.'

'Tonight's fine,' I moved to the desk again and sorted out a pen and
paper. I wrote down our address and handed it to him. 'Can you get to us or
do you want collecting.'

'This is near to me,' he glanced at the paper . 'Around eight OK?'

'Eight's fine,' I looked at him. 'If it runs late you can always
sleepover.'

'Three in a bed?' He gave a big watermelon grin.

'Sounded good to me.' I shrugged and Jim laughed.

'Sounds good to me too' Baz moved in between Jim and myself and suddenly
reached out.

Jim and I stood perfectly still as Baz fondled us both. He released our
crotches and stood back. 'Gotta rush,' he camped. 'Three in a bed sounds
perfect,' he nodded a goodbye and he was gone clattering up the stairs like
a herd of horses.

'Jeez,' Jim sighed. 'He's so bold.'

'Professional,' I laughed. 'Looks like you're in for some pretty meaty
black cock tonight, my man.'

'You and me both,' he giggled. 'Don't forget the tight black bum.'

'Yeah,' I groaned. 'Duty really is a stern taskmaster.'

'You tart,' he laughed and switched on the kettle. 'Let's have a coffee,
I'm fucked.

'Later you will be.'

'Yeah,' he giggled. 'Tell you what.'

'Go on.'

'His dick's a bit on the fat side,' he moved in. 'You might have to try and
relax me this afternoon.'

'You're on,' I grabbed him in a bearhug and fondled his sweet buns. 'Hurry
up with cofee and let's get home,' I kissed him on the nose and pushed him
away.

We had nice sex in the late afternoon, we were used to each other and
neither of us had anything to prove. I took him on his back and he rested
his calves on my back as I made slow and sensual love to him, bringing him
right on removing his hands everytime he tried to wank himself. I did a
nice cum and he lay there looking at me with his dopey grin as I slowly
moved in and out of his spunk filled love tunnel.

'I really do love you, Mickey.'

'I believe you,' I leant forward and kissed his sweet lips. 'I love you
too, my little big mouth.'

'I can't help it if I'm a social person.'

'You can't be social if you go around trying to burgle people.'

'We're all entitled to make a mistake.....'

'You said you made about six mistakes, Daffy Duck,' I gave him one last
prod and regretably slipped clear from his welcoming warmth. 'We'd better
get ready for Baz.'

'Oi, bollocks to that,' he wrestled me over onto my back and got between my
legs, did I mention some good food, loads of sex and he was geting bigger,
all round bigger that is.

'I suppose you want to exercise that little noodle of yours,' I joked
massaging his erection and bringing the gleaming end to my sphincter.

'Yeah,' he groaned and went silent as he gave a gentle push and entered
what was now familiar territory. 'You are a good fuck.......'

'Shut up, Jimbo,' I broke in. 'Just pay the rent.'

'Right,' he grinned and started to pound away. I knew his routine by now,
he went mad for a couple or three minutes and then settled down to a nice
long and lazy fuck. He was good, my Jimmy. Just to give the ending away, he
still is.

We hadn't really fixed a firm time with super stud Baz but he rolled up
around eight, he seemed a bit shy at first but he was in good company,
Jimmy was a nervous wreck, don't forget this was a first for him. I knew he
didn't want to let me down and more importantly he didn't want to show
himself up. No fear of that, in spite of his recent sex I could see he was
showing well in his tan trousers. Even Baz noticed.

'Junior's keen,' Baz laughed.

'I've never fucked a sooty before.' If anybody could come out with a remark
like that it had to be my bloody Jim.

'Jimmy,' I protested. 'For fuck's sake.'

Baz just laughed. 'I've been called worse, but just tell your Honky Kid I'm
gonna fuck him ragged.'

Jimmy had the grace to apologise.

'Get in the bedroom, kiss and makeup and then strip each other,' I ushered
them into the small bedroom and lined up the cameras. What I wanted to do
was to fill the cameras, download them and then go for a second
round. Don't forget we were still a bit primitive and all this was very
experimental although we had achieved good results so far. This was my
first attempt at a doubles session and anything could happen.

They were both awkward and seemed a bit embarassed at first but once they
were naked and got into cuddling they relaxed, a lot of giggling and a lot
of fucking arund but ther erections happened as I was sure they would. They
were muttering away to each other presumably sorting out who was going to
fuck whom but Baz got the ball roling by going down on Jimmy and taking the
boy's cock into his mouth. With a bit of prompting Jimmy spun himself
around and returned the favour giving me a series of excellent sixty
niners, black on white as you might say.

'OK, girls.' I called a halt before someone shot their load. 'I want one to
fuck the other ..... no cuming inside, I wanna see the juice on the
fuckee's spine or belly.'

'Fuckee?' Jimmy giggled and even Baz laughed. 'Who's fucking who?'

'Upto you kids.' I put the camera down. 'I'm gonna make some coffee, you
guys work it out.'

Five minutes late I returned with the coffee and we took a break.

'Who's doing who?' I asked casually.

'Baz is doing me first,' Jimmy flushed and Baz smirked. 'And then I'm doing
him,' Jim added.

Jeez, Baz was so professional. After the coffee he manhandled Jimmy into a
crouch and attacked Jim's pucker with his slippery tongue as Jimmy got more
and more excited Baz slipped one finger into my boy and then moments later
slid his dripping cock onto Jimmy's pucker. I took a couple of nice
closeups and he gently pushed into Jimmy's beautiful white bottom. A nice
slow fuck later which Jim seemed to enjoy and Baz slowly withdrew his
gleaming shaft and rolled my boy onto his back. Jimmy raised his knees to
his chest with a soppy grin on his face and Baz re-entered him for the
final furlong.

'I'm cuming,' Baz grunted finally pulling free. A quick wank and he spurted
a massive load of thick creamy cum over Jimbo's tight nuts and stiff cock.

'Wow,' Jimmy laughed out loud and smeared the slippery jism over his belly
and chest until he was as shiny as if oiled. Baz lay alongside him looking
well pleased with himself. 'I'm so hard,' Jimmy whined slowly wanking
himself with a cum covered hand.

'Stay there,' Baz grinned taking charge. He straddled Jimmy with his
relaxed cock waving in front of Jimmy's face and then reaching back held
Jimmy's sizeable hardon upright and slowly sat on it and then started to
bob up and down.

'Gawd, I've gone to heaven,' Jimmy giggled and tried to thrust up into
Baz's tight arse.

I was taking pictures and literally nearly cuming in my pants. Two cameras
completely full and one to go.

'Jeezus,' Baz groaned and wriggled about on Jimmy's hardness. 'Not bad for
a honky.'

'Not bad for a sooty,' Jimmy giggled and thrust upwards. 'I'm gonna pop,'
he graoned. Baz quickly slid off and lightly rested on Jimmy's
thighs. Jimmy wanked furiously and surprisingly enough Baz (I should call
him Duracell Baz) was also wanking his rehardened cock.

Brilliant a joint cum, they were like a pair of frantic rabbits, there was
cum everywhere. Two final clicks and I put the camera down.

'All done you randy sods,' I grinned at them both, they both smiled back
well pleased with themselves. They looked at each other and started to
smear their joint cums over each other.

'I reckon he would fit in the middle,' Baz spoke to his partner in crime.

'Well he goes both ways,' Jimmy laughed. 'And there's two of us.'

'Pervs,' I looked down at my private little zebra crossing on the bed and
started to kick my shoes off. 'Why not, you're both drained out anyway.'

'Don't bank on it,' they spoke like twins and started to laugh again, they
were both stroking their spunk stained cocks back to life. Could be a hell
of a night and I do like a challenge.



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