Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 20:03:04 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 5a

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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I DID THIS SNIPPET FOR CHRISTMAS - IT'S OUTSIDE THE TIMELINE BUT WHO CARES.

Mery Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my Christian readers and to
those who aren't, a Happy and a Prosperous New Year.

GC




A PIECE OF CAKE



5a - Buttering the Chicken



by



G. Cutter



Dustin shot into the small cafe on the corner of the main street. He was in
Guilford doing his Christmas shopping and for once was minus Ross who had
been recruited by his rather vague family for a trip into Old London Town
as they insisted on calling it. Probably part of their seasonal
affectation.

Dustin although young enough to be one of those who supposedly enjoyed
Christmas was the reverse, in fact, he considered himself well and truly
Son of Scrooge. All the same he had been down Guildford's main shopping
area for a few rather overpriced items for close friends, the closest being
Ross and Josh. Just to make his misery even more miserable it had started
to snow and snow quite heavily.

'Great, a fuckin' hourly bus service and it's pissing down with snow,' he
huffed and pushed open the door to the steamed up cafe. Snow can't piss
down, he thought, rain pisses down... no sweat, rain and snow all the same,
cold and wet. He saw the place was half empty or half full in the mood he
was in. He was standing at the counter (it was one of those) ordering a tea
and some rather reluctant looking sandwiches when he was called by a pair
of youths sitting by the window. He smiled across and joined them, they
were young chefs from St Anselms and from their bags clearly shopping as
well.

'How's it going guys?' He sat and sipped his tea, he had the best part of
an hour befopre the bus arrived and, at least, it was warm in here. 'Not
working today?'

'Nah, shopping day,' the darker of the two replied. 'I only found out the
other day we live around the corner from you.'

'Really?' Dustin looked up in surprise. The houses were rather pricey where
he lived and the fact that the two youngsters lived in the very next street
was indeed a surprise.

'Alladyce Avenue,' the other boy, the fairer one grinned. 'We've got the
top of a house. Dave's dad lets it to us, he's filthy rich.'

'He's in property,' Dave offered looking slightly embarassed. 'It's a nice
place... you should pop around some time.'

'Cheers... I will,' Dustin answered not quite meaning it but just being
civil. He had the vaguest of ideas that these two were involved with some
of the Fifth formers . Well, it was a rumour but they were both good
looking lads in their own way and from their body language they looked like
they might be a bit more than casual pals. 'You waiting for the bus?'

'Nah, we've got wheels,' the fair haired one grinned. 'We'll give you a
lift if you like. 'I'm Steve by the way and you seem to know Dave already.'

'Well, vaguely,' Dustin grinned. Brilliant he had a ride home. 'I saw you
chatting to a couple of the Fifth just before we broke up,' Dustin spoke to
Dave more to make conversation than anything else.'

'Huh,' Dave looked at him and grinned. 'Probably John and little Jimbo,
they come around now and then. Poor little lambs we make them feel at
home.'

'Yeah, he likes the little ones,' Steve laughed.

'Shut it, bitch,' Dave snarled but Dustin grinned. The Sixth formers camped
it up all the time and in an all boy's boarding school what was being
hinted at wasn't all that odd, it wasn't as if the chefs were wrinklies,
they were barely out of school themselves. The fact that the two had a flat
almost on top of the school gave them a massive advantage over others on
the staff who may have the inclinations but not the werewithall.

Conversation lagged for a while whilst Dustin ate his sandwiches and when
he finished Dave got up and ordered three more hotter teas but after that
they made a move. The snow was coming down now hard and fast but Dustin
pulled his collar up, he had a lift and anyway, he had the day to
himself. His parents both worked in the big City and wouldn't be home until
the evening. he had intended to go around and visit Ross but with Ross out
of town for the day that was a non starter.

He was surprised to see that they had a decent little car, not the routine
boyo's Fiesta but a comfortable family sized Audi and from the front plate
pretty recent, these lads had more money than they earned as Junior Chefs
that was for sure. He snuggled in the back as Steve flashed up and ran the
heater, poor Dave was outside dusting snow from the windows but Dustin sat
tight, he was back in Scrooge mode.

Once they negotiated Guildford's horrendous one way sytem they were at the
boy's house inside half an hour which was good considering the amount of
traffic.

'Come up for a cuppa or something stronger,' Steve offered and Dustin
gratefully accepted, it was freezing and there'd be no one at home. He may
as well linger with these two as sit in an empty house. He wouldn't really
mind being propositioned by one or both, they were both a bit taller than
he was but good lookers all the same. Mind you, if Dave liked the babies
that put him out of the picture straight away. Of course, he didn't realise
that he was a 'baby' to both of them.

'Scotch and lemonade.' Dave offered as they sat around the fire. 'It is
Christmas, you can let your hair down.'

'Cheers,' Dustin smiled. Scotch and lemonade sounded disgusting but what
the hell, he was a guest and not used to spirits, perhaps it was the 'in'
drink, he didn't have a clue. He was presented with a half pint glass, God
know's how much Haggis Juice was in it but do or die, he grinned as he
hoisted the glass and the others did the same. He felt his throat burn a
little as he swallowed and his head definitely spun, a bit like taking a
puff of Ross's pipe when it was overloaded. 'Yack, that's a bit strong,' he
smiled.

'Go on, it'll warm you up,' Steve laughed. As all good stories say... one
thing led to another and two drinks later things were relaxing. Dustin
certainly wasn't a whiskey drinker but the young chefs were and basically
he was lost before he started. he had a suspicion that they were feeding
him more that they were feeding themselves but he was happy. It was warm,
they had some recent music on and he liked them. He wondered how long it
would take before one or both made a move on him and he didn't have long to
wait.

'Little Jimbo you mentioned, he's the dark beetle browed kid... skinhead
and looks like a right little thug...' Dustin started to talk and stopped,
he realised he may have overstepped the mark. They weren't Sixth formers
like his pals and maybe they weren't too comfortable talking about their
house guests.

'He's a beautiful boy,' Dave smirked. 'Very affectionate.'

'Same goes for John boy, his special friend, he's a cracker,' Steve
contributed.

'Oh,' Dustin sipped his drink caught short for words. He wished he hadn't
mentioned the damn kids, they'd think he was poking his nose into their
business now and 'special friend', what was that about?

'Yeah, you'd do well with them,' Steve spoke again. 'They're both goers.'

'Goers?' Dustin gulped and spluttered his drink, the conversation had gone
off the tracks.

'Yeah, they both like a bit of this...' Steve, sitting alongside on the
sofa reached out. He placed his hand right on top of Dustin's lap and
gently squeezed. Dustin attempted to move away but Dave who was standing
behind the sofa leant over and holding his shoulders nuzzled at his neck
with soft lips. Dustin groaned, he wasn't unhappy at the situation but made
a token protest.

'I'd better make a move,' he attempted to stand but had no strength in his
legs.

'Chill, pal,' Dave whispered from the rear and this time kissed his neck
and the side of his face. Steve dropped to his knees and without any
foreplay whatsoever unclipped the top of Dustin's combats and ran the zip
down.

'I thought so,' he delved into Dustin's warm groin getting a firm hold on
the Sixth former's rapidly hardening cock and moved it up and down within
the boy's cotton boxers. 'Nice one, Dustin. Wanna play?' He ducked his head
and kissed Dustin's rapidly inflating dick through the thin cotton.

'Wanna play our game, Dusty?' Dave bent right over the sofa and as Dustin
turned his head kissed him right on the lips this time and Dustin let go,
he opened his mouth to admit Dave's slippery tongue.

'Yes or no?' Steve persisted from the floor although he now had his hands
up inside Dustin's sweat shirt smoothing and stroking the firm boyish belly
and chest. Ducking his head again he ran his dry lips across Dustin's tight
abs.

'Yeah, why not?' Dustin giggled going with the flow. 'What game do you guys
play?'

'We call it Buttery Chicken,' Dave giggled.

'You would,' Dustin stroked Steve's hair as the bigger boy got down and
deep with his kissing and stroking, he had Dustin's clothes parted so that
his sweat shirt was up around his tits and his lower gear was just down on
his belly but still keeping his pride and joy covered.

'Yeah,' Steve looked up. 'One problem, we have to get naked and you play
the chicken.'

'Why am I not surprised?' Dustin cracked up laughing and managed to spill
his drink in the process but the bigger boys had him spread out on the sofa
and were busy disposing of his clothing. Trainers, socks, sweatshirt and
combats leaving him wriggling and squirming in his baggy boxers, his
passion killers as Ross called them.

'Very nice,' Steve pulled the top of the boxers down to give Dave a view of
what Dustin had to offer. Dustin's straining dark red glans peeped from the
boxers and the pair then slowly and ceremoniously tugged them down until
their playmate was naked.

'Nice cock,' Dave almost salivated.

'Nice parson's nose,' Steve countered and started to undress. Dustin lay on
the sofa and watched as the two older boys put on an impromptu striptease
in time to the radio. A bit of stroking and kissing, a bit of licking and
sucking and Dustin just got harder and harder as he watched. Dave
disappeared for a moment and then returned. 'All ready?' Steve asked.

'Oven's on warming up.' Dave grinned and poured another drink replacing
Dustin's that had been spilt. 'Can I taste it?' He looked at Dustin and
stroked the boy's smooth inner thigh.

'Taste what?' Dustin felt bemused and that was being kind. He felt half
drunk and all this talk about chickens and ovens was a bit of a worry. He
felt like he was in a wicked witch's cottage back in a fairy tale. Well,
Steve could fit the part of a wicked warlock and Dave was intent on proving
himself a fairy as he got to his knees burying his face in Justin's crotch
sniffing and licking finally taking the boy's oozing cock into his mouth.

'Ooooh...' Dustin bucked and jerked as Dave's mouth ran up and down his
shaft and the chef's hand reached under clasping his soft bottom.

'Come on, kiddies. The kitchen will be warmed up by now,' Steve broke it up
and Dave and Dustin reluctantly parted. 'At least we don't have to pluck
the bird this time around.'

Shit... what did that mean. Dustin was now quite wobbly and these odd
remarks were just about the end. They had to be jokers... didn't they?

They had a big kitchen and a large wooden table in the centre but it was
covered by a table cloth. Dustin held back but his drink was removed from
his hand and he felt himself being lifted onto the table and being laid out
dead centre.

'Do we need to tie him down?' Dave asked and then laughed. 'Just joking,
Dusty boy.'

'Close your eyes, Dusty,' Steve spoke softly and ran his hands up and down
Dusty's chest. 'Relax, this is gonna be fun.'

Dustin closed his eyes, his mind was in his whirl, he diodn't know whether
to expect the searing pain of sharp steel or the rending and tearing of his
flesh under sharp teeth. What he did get was a slap, a slap with a handful
of soft, slippery and warm butter substitute. Both chefs were attacking him
with handfuls of Utterly Butterly from tubs. Dave was smearing the gunk
around his chest and shoulders and Steve was massaging the yellow substance
over his balls and between his legs.

'Jeeezus, guys,' Dustin wailed but his two hosts were going nutty with the
stuff, they covered him and as a finale they concentrated on his dick and
his balls until he was a slippery as an eel. At the end they changed
tactics. Dave kissed him and smeared his face with the stuff and Steve
began to suck his toes and feet. Dustin was now completely bewildered, were
they going to cook him or suck him to death. He'd seen enough of Ross'
collection of Wundercomics to still be worried a little. Schoolies being
gutted and beheaded were a feature of Ross's collection but Ross's villians
didn't suck their prey to death. Now Steve was lapping up his legs and Dave
was coming down his body, first his nipples and then onto his chest. The
thing was as much Utterly Butterly they licked off they replaced it. Steve
seemed to take particular pleasure feeding it between his legs and up into
his crack as he wriggled between them. At last it happened, he lifted his
knees once to often and he felt Steve home into his crack and his pucker
like a ferret on crack. 'Aaaaaah....' He writhed and wriggled around as he
felt Steve's rigid fingers inside him lubricating and easing his ring.

He felt himself being turned over and then it was on his shoulderblades,
the back of his legs and once again his tormentors worked towards the
centre. Another thing was he was being slid up the table until his head was
resting right on the edge. The Butter Boys as he called them in his mind
had changed tactics suddenly he found a swinging erection in front of his
face. Dave's oozing cockhead slipped against his lips and he opened his
mouth, he knew this game well enough and sucked as the dark haired boy's
fat cock slipped into his mouth.

'Good boy,' Dave sighed and to Dustin's horror started to smear the Utterly
around and into his ears, he also started to slowly fuck Dustin's face. The
position with his jaw on the edge of the table was uncomfortable but not
incredibly so, Dustin folded his forearms under his chest to elevated
himself a little. He didn't mind sucking a big meaty cock, he just hoped it
was going to be a two way thing.

Woops: Stage Three was kicking off. He felt Steve clamber up on the table
and really start to massage his back and his bum. Steve was gentle and
Steve was kind, Steve had a big dick and Dustin prayed that the fauir
haired chef was going to plug him. He liked them both that was his problem
but the problem was solved. They were both taking him at the same time. He
quivered as he felt Steve's dripping cock slip between his buttered up
cheeks into his slippery crack. There was the slightest of pressures and he
felt the young chef's rigid meat spear into his bottom... just like a hot
knife into butter (he! he!).

'Oooooh...' Dustin gave a low moan and pushed up onto the hot cock sliding
up into his arse. Once again Steve took his time and when he finally
bottomed out Dustin wriggled content and rather slippery. He had Steve on
his back rumping him like a well oiled piston and Dave's fat cock in his
mouth. The other thing was that Dave wasn't being rough, he was just
slipping his meat in a little way so that Dustin had all the time in the
world to suck and lap the plumlike glans and to taste Dave's oozing precum.

'You alright, Dusty?' Steve asked.

'Peachy,' Dustin giggled around Dave's knob. Just to prove his point he
pushed his bottom up onto the slippery thrusts.

'Wicked,' Steve grunted and redoubled his efforts. The butter caper was a
bit of a kink with Dave and himself but it sure made fucking hard. All the
same he felt his heat arising and knew he was about to blow but Dave beat
him to the draw. Dave let out a shuddering groan and jetted his first cum
into Dustin's gobbling and then pulled free allowing the remainder to spunk
all over Dustin's face. To complete the mess he smeared his butter and
saliva slicked penis around Dustin's dripping face and bent his knees to
kiss the messy teen. Dustin didn't know where the hell he was, the whiskey,
the butter, the cum all over his face and Steve's hardness pounding his
bottom were too much. He closed his eyes and let the play take it's course.

'I'm cuming,' Steve grunted and rammed into Dustin pinning him to rthe
table. Dustin quivered as he felt the first warm surge shoot up into his
gut but Steve did the same as Dave, he pulled free of Dustin's gaping hole
and shot another three streamers up Dustin's back before positioning his
spunk drooling penis at Dustin's butter covered pucker and thrust it home
again to end his twitching and jerking climax. He lay out on Dustin his
belly and chest smearing the cum and butter on Dustin's back into a messy
glue. As Dustin felt Steve soften within him he opened his eyes to face a
grinning Dave.

'Bath time,' Dave grinned and stood. Steve also slipped from the table and
they both helped Dustin off. He was absolutely exhausted what with the
drinking and the sex he was wiped out. He let them wipe him off with the
table cloth and then Dave produced a ribbon from somewhere and wrapped it
around the neck of Dustin's scrotum and tied it tight. They escorted him
into the bathroom and then wiped him again with tissues before showering
him with loads of soap and gel, Steve shared the shower and with his moves
and fumbles soon had Dustin back to a full blown erection. The next move
was a bath with Dave who actually entered him in the soapy water but didn't
fuck, he just moved around inside Dustin making him even harder. The final
stage was a shower by himself this time, his head was feeling clearer
although he felt as open as the Channel Tunnel around the rear. His penis
was in overdrive but every time he tried to relieve himself his hand was
slapped away. At last he was patted dry and escorted to a surprisingly cold
bedroom although Dave put on an electric fire as soon as they were inside.

'You are stopping for dinner?' Dave asked as Dustin fell onto the bed
fingering his ultra hard cock and wondered what was going on.

'I have to be home for seven,' Dustin croaked and lay back on the bed still
being dried by Steve.

'It's not even three yet,' Dave grinned. 'I'm going to watch the TV and
make a start on dinner for us three, we're not expecting any guests.'

'And I get to look after you,' Steve grinned and bent over Dustin's supine
form. He kissed Dustin and his tongue slipped into the younger boy's mouth
as Dustin groaned. This was all too much, it looked like he was going to
get shagged again but he had it all wrong. 'Dave lost the toss.'

'What toss,' Dustin clasped Steve's muscular body, he really was quite nice
then again so was the darkhaired Dave.

'I get you for the afternoon... or rather you get me for the afternoon,'
Steve stood up and flipped the bedding down. 'Get in, Lover Boy... it's
payback time... for you.'

'Really?' Dustin grinned. He swiftly clambered intot he cold bed to be
joined by Steve and the pair snuggled together. Steve was hard again but
Dustin was harder, he felt like his hardness was going to burst. 'Gotta
ask, what's this thing tied around my balls for.'

'To stop you popping in the kitchen, the bath or the shower,' Steve
explained. 'I want a nice fuck out of you not just a dribble.' he grinned
and lay his body uptight to Dustin's. 'I love St Anselm boys,' he chortled
and his lips came down onto Dustin's once more.

'Won't Dave get the hump?'

'Nah, it was a fair toss.'  He looked at Dustin. 'If you brought your
friend Ross around we could play tennis next time.'

'Tennis?' Dustin laughed. 'What's the catch this time?'

'No catch. Four bodies, two pairs... mix and match, you can work that one
out, can't you.'

'Oh, yeah,' Dustin giggled. He pressed into Steve and wrapped his arms
around the older boy and finally got a grip on his firm buttocks. Oh yeah,
this one he was going to enjoy with or without butter.

Suddenly Steve ducked under the bedding and the next thing Dustin knew warm
lips were around his cock and he was being subjected to a blow job.

'Jeez, Steve. My dick's so sore it' fuckin' well hurts.'

'OK. OK.' Steve surfaced. 'Get in me whilst it's nice and hard, give it a
couple of minutes and you will have a good cum.' He paused between each of
the last few words. It came out as if it was a solid gold promise. Dustin
wasn't too sure. The ribbon had made him extra hard but he also suspected
his little spermies had probably all given up and gone home.

Steve shuffled around in the bed and managed to get underneath with Dustin
on top, he rested his legs on Dustin's shoulders and then wriggled himself
around. You won't need any lube. Well, maybe a bit of spit.'

'Do this a lot, do you,' Dustin said mockingly.

'I'm buttered up inside,' Steve grinned up. 'Come on, man or mouse?'

'Man.' Dustin got himself into position and swiped some saliva across the
end of his bulging and now crimson red glans and pushed gently expecting
the usual resistance but he slid into Steve quite easily which made his
dick ever more sore. The heat and tighness on him was driving him crazy. He
moved in and out until he bottomed out and then held Steve tightly. 'It
bloody well hurts,' he whined piteously.

'I'll do it,' Steve finally relented. With a lot of fumbling and then one
swift tug the ribbon came free and Dustin felt a surge of relief as his
balls dangled free. Now it was fuckery time. He started to move again in
and out of Steve's well lubricated hole and the relief was
instantaneous. His hardon had limpened a bit but it soon recovered and it
felt like a steel bar as he moved faster and faster. His balls took their
time recovering and rising to the occasion but they did in the end. His
vinegar strokes were the hardest and and stiffest ever. He was surprised
that he didn't punch Steve a new arsehole as he rumped away. Finally he
felt the heat rising in his balls, and then the absolute bliss as he felt
the surges of heat and he squirted a massive load into his partner, he cum
and cum, he felt like he was offloading gallons and there and then he told
himself he was trying the ribbon stunt again and so were his mates. He
continued to hammer away at Steve's dripping hole until he collapsed
exhausted laying atop the bigger boy. Gently kissing and relaxing as Steve
gently stroked his bottom.

'That was a good one,' Steve grinned. 'The old ribbon works wonders.'

'So it seems,' Dustin grinned. It was worth all the hassle to be able to
demonstrate something new to his pals. He had the feeling that short
lengths of ribbons and cords would be a fashion accessory at St Anselm's
after the holiday.

'What are you doing tomorrow? Got any plans?'

'I was thinking of bring Ross around for a game of tennis, mixed doubles if
that's OK with you two.

'I'll collect you, your place at midday.'

'Great, I'll have Ross boy prepped up.' Dustin rubbed up and down on
Steve's belly feeling the the older boy's hardness between them. 'You know
what I'd like right now?'

'Pray tell,' Steve grinned and holding Dustin's head steady kissed him long
and hard.

'A butter free fuck, with you, belly to belly, face to face.' Dustin
managed to speak in the end. He slipped off his partner and lay on his
back.

'Really?' Steve smiled lazily.

'Really,' Dustin grinned. 'Your turn...  man or mouse?'




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