Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 22:08:41 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: ROYAL NAVY CAPERS: PORTSMOUTH CAPERS - 3

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
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PORTSMOUTH CAPERS



PART 3



by



G. Cutter




Hi there, Jimmy again.

Well my first night with Carl the young chef went well, we pigged out to be
honest and the more we sexed the more free and easy he became. The phrase
about a duck taking to water sprang to mind but I'd been the same. with
Mick. If I didn't know better our exotic and erotic little Lee had put an
anti-inhibition spell on the place and try typing that quickly. Mick was
good, he left us alone as far as possible for a small flat and the beat up
old sofa he had in his living room opened out into a bed... well, that was
that little mystery solved as I had wondered how it was all going to work
out.

Lee seemed to be a permanent resident more or less and I wondered what his
parents thought of it all but that wasn't my problem. I was worried about
the Vice Squad (in those days) buzzing the place but from Lee's easy
familiarity with Mick he must have know him for quite some time and they
must have something worked out. I shouldn't have thought Lee was an
authority lover and I couldn't see him rolling over and grassing anyone
up. He was on a good thing with free meals and even his own sofa if he
wanted to bring a young pal home. I think that may have been one of Mick's
devious plans but I was guessing.

The Thursday night went well, very well, Mick kept his word and let little
chef and myself have his bedroom and he was involved with Lee until late, I
think Lee left around eleven but I was deep into my new lover by then so I
wasn't listening to what was happening in the other room. Mick brought us
tea and did a small breakfast in the morning but he didn't jump in with us
or anything, I expect he was biding his time. The weekend would be a bit of
a mess as he'd plotted and planned with Keith in mind and the golden boy
wasn't going to be there after all.

Both Carl and I had the shorter version of the weekend this time around
which got us out of the gate for midday on the Saturday and we had to be
back for eight on the Monday, a bit of a pain but I'd come up with a
cracking idea.  When Mick and Keith returned from their leave in just over
a week Carl and I would go on ours. I must admit I was so besotted with the
kid (he was the same age as myself but slightly shorter hence the 'kid'
bit) and I was wondering. I knew I could stay in Portsmouth for the
duration as my family couldn't give a toss but I wondered what Carl's
personal situation was. The idea of spending three weeks in Mick's place
was a bit of a imposition to say the very least but I was pretty convinced
that both he and his boyfriend although young themselves were 'chicken
hawks' and would go for it. Who could turn down two sixteen year old
sailors to have and to hold, the best bit was that when they were on duty
Carl and myself would have the place to ourselves. I had a week to do some
subtle investigations and put some feelers out. All very hush hush and if
Carl couldn't make it I'd probably go for it solo. Mick, Keith and little
Lee all to myself for three weeks. God, the mind boggled, I'd be returning
from leave with a frazzled willy and a shattered boy fanny. Would they go
for it? That was the question.

I saw Carl on the Friday evening and this was socially, we didn't shag or
anything, we just had a couple of Cokes and buns in the Base NAAFI after he
finished for the night. He was still in his kitchen whites and I was in my
evening blues and we drew a few curious looks. As I'd said previously the
various branches in the Navy don't mix but I won't labour the point.

'Looking forward to your leave?' I'd started my probing and prying bit.

'Yeah, I'm looking forward to getting away from this dump for three weeks,
I'm just not in love with hanging around at home for three weeks.'

'Ah.' Music to my ears. 'Why not.'

'I live on an Estate, just mum and me, a single parent family,' he
frowned. 'I joined the Navy to get away from home but I didn't know I was
going to get stationed in a shit barracks in Pompey, I want to go to sea
that's what it's all about.'

'Gotcha,' I smiled. Well, I probably gloated and now came the hard
bit. 'I'm pretty much the same,' I admitted. 'I was thinking of asking Mick
if he could put me up for the three weeks, they'll be onboard for most of
the time and I reckon I can manage their rent.'

He looked at me and sniggered, he'd cottoned onto the rent remark pretty
quickly. 'Lucky sod.'

'I haven't asked yet,' I looked at him and smiled and now came the
crunch. 'I could ask for you and me but you gotta realise if Mick and Keith
go for it they will want their pound of flesh.'

'Go for it.' he smiled calmly. 'Dunno if I can muster a pound of flesh but
I'll give it a go.'

'Brill.'

The next day I met him on the gate and we did our Soviet spy routine, you
know, the crafty nod, the walk down the street and then the meeting. I
don't know why we bothered as no once could give a toss, they were too
concerned about enjoying their own time off without worrying about a couple
of youngsters. But we were paranoid and maybe that was for the good. The
dirty work we were about at that time drew two years in a Naval prison and
a Dishonourabble Discharge, probably in Mick and Keith's cases it would
entail civilian charges when they came out of Naval nick... so, narurally,
we were paranoid. Of course where we stayed and what we did outside of
barracks was our concern but we didn't want wagging tongues and suspicions
it was as easy as that.

'Hello, girls,' Lee answered the door cheeky grin at full mast. 'Micky's
out shopping, he'd be back in a bit.'

'Great. Can we come here or do we stand on the doorstep?'

'Come in. Mick said I have to entertain you,' Lee chortled.

'That sounds good,' Carl giggled and we walked in. Lee promptly handed us
two carrier bags and I saw that they contained track suits. Mick using his
head as always, whereas he and Keith could leave barracks in civvies at
that time Boy or Junior Grades had to still wear uniform.

'He said to hang your uniforms in the bedroom,' Lee opened the door and sat
on the bed clearly wanting to watch the strip show. We humoured him and why
not, he'd seen it all before. By Christ that boy was a slut, as soon as
Carl had got himself down to his briefs Lee was on him like a lamprey (is
that the word I'm looking for?). He was inside Carl's underwear and in
spite of Carl's protestations and giggles he soon made my boyfriend's limpy
a stiffy. Well, why not. Carl didn't seem to mind, he fell on the bed with
Lee still attached and started to fuck the boy's eager face. Feeling like a
spare prick at a wedding I resumed undressing but all the way until I was
naked. I got onto the bed and clung to Carl's smooth back dry humping
between his legs as Lee carried on with his task. I had no intention of
fucking Carl, we had all night for that but I wanted some of what he was
getting. As soon as little Lee drew off with a big grin and a spunk smeared
face I grabbed him and he quite willingly came down onto me. It was Carl's
turn to watch.  None of us heard Mick come in with his shopping but he did
and after one peep into the bedroom told us to hurry up as he wanted to
watch the football and he couldn't do that with a bunch of pervs making a
racket right next door.

That put a bit of a damper on things but I let Lee finish me and then we
went for a spunky three way kiss and slobber. A fine way to start a
weekend. Eventually we joined Mick in the living room a bit shamefaced
although Lee was still bright eyed, bushy tailed and grinning. It would
take more than a mere Leading Signalman to squash that kid.

'We'll eat after the five o'clock football results,' Mick seemed totally
uncorncerned with the sexfest he'd found in his bedrroom but I gave Carl a
look. We needed to keep Mick sweet before I popped the question and that
was the one about becoming lodgers for the three weeks we both had to come.

'Whatever,' I replied and decided to grab the bull by the horns in a manner
of speaking. I know I'd had a weekend already with Mick and I think Carl
and I had our feet under the table to fill a line with cliches but I needed
to know what he was thinking and I didn't.  Were he and Keith going to take
us on long term or maybe we were the latest in a long line of pickups, I
had no idea and hoped he'd wax lyrical before the weekend was out. More
importantly I wanted to know what he and that was he as Lord of the Manor
wanted over this weekend. I knew that Carl would be on his shopping list
and so did Carl, fortunately my chef had a taste for it now and wasn't in
the slightest bit worried. Mick, Lee and Keithy when he put in an
appearance were shags but I was his true love or so he said. Aaaah.

'Where or how do you want us sleep tonight and tomorrow?' I asked.

'Upto you.' Mick smirked. 'I've got my bed and you've got a double
fold-out, out here.'

'Come on, Micky. It's upto you, you're the Ringmaster in this little
circus.'

'How about a suggestion seeing the whole things been a bit shambled with
Keithy going missing...'

'Go on, whatever suits you we're happy with,' I smiled politely and Carl
did his nodding dog bit.

'You and Carl have a night in peace,' Mick pontificated like Solomon or
maybe a brothel owner. 'Lee can keep me company but tomorrow... I'd like to
sleep with Carl. He is the freshest fruit on the tree after all.'

'Fresh fruit, juicy fruit,' Lee burst out laughing which went down
well. God, he was such a peasant.

'No probs,' Carl answered for both of us and that was that, job done, bed
partners fixed and now we could settle down to Saturday afternoon
football. If I'd have known Pompey were playing at home I'd have tried for
tickets, still never mind we still had an important question to ask.

'Er, Carl and I will be on the three week seasonal in just over a week...'

'Yeah, I know,' he patted Lee's head absent mindedly, Lee just cuddled up.

'We were wondering...'

'Yeah, why not,' Mick grinned. 'Pay your rent in flesh and half the food in
cash. Plus you've got to be the houseboys... you've got to keep the place
clean and tidy and finish the decorating.'

'He's a mindreader,' Carl looked at me and smiled.

'Yeah,' I looked at Mick. It couldn't be that easy. 'What about Keith?'

'Keith will go with the flow,' Mick slapped Lee's hand away, the kid was
beginning to get adventurous. 'Discretion at all times. The neighbours will
know you're here but I will tell the landlord we have a couple of mates
staying so that will take care of that.' He looked at us both very
seriously. 'But play it relaxed and dead normal, we don't want any cause
for the Patrol poking it's nose in. Just normal pals sharing a digs
(lodgings for outlanders) for a couple of weeks.' He ended his little
speech and looked at us both.

'Sounds like a deal,' Carl spoke to me and I liked that. What I liked was
the fact that he was moving from his position of being a junior partner to
a partner partner if you follow. He'd be throwing me on the bed and raping
me next instead of waiting to be invited. Never mind, I liked him saying
his bit, it's a bit of a strain thinking for two all the time.

'I'll go with that, Mick. Thanks.'

'I might even buy a spare bed if I can find anything decent in Junk City.'

That wasn't as bad as it sounds. Junk City was a huge place that did second
hand furniture and you got what you paid for. If you paid a decent price
you got decent gear, pay peanuts and you can guess the rest

'Great,' I looked at Carl and smiled. A new romance, a new or next to new
bed and we could have three weeks of bliss with bells and whistles I added
mentally thinking of Lee and Keithy yet to appear. To be honest his image
was fading, I remember he was short and stocky compared to the rest of us,
a footballer's body but with blonde hair that tended to be overlong by Navy
standards. How Mick and he had stayed together for so long was just the
luck of the draw, all the kids I'd been in training with had long dispersed
but Carl said there were two other Junior Chefs in Barracks from his
original training class so it just goes to show. Anyway, after all that
back to the Saturday football.

Mick dug some lagers from the fridge and we watched the rather indifferent
play of the home boys who managed to scrape a win... just.  After that we
watched the national results which put us in line for the evening's TV
which at that time was even more crap than it is nowadays. The difference
was that it was still a bit of a novelty, Top of the Pops of course, The
Avengers I think and assorted crap. Saturday night variety which I hated
but I had Carl alongside and we could indulge in a bit of messing around
which must have annoyed Mick no end.

Later on in the evening Lee got his regular instructions to go around the
chippies and stand in the queue for the evening meal which he did without
any arguements making a nice change and after that we had a few more
lagers. I whispered to Carl that we had to drop some money into the kitty,
Mick seemed pretty well off for a sailor but I didn't like charity and it's
not as if we were broke.

Bedtime came around as it does and Mick produced adequate bedding for the
sofa which was our little love nest and departed for his bedroom with the
ever giggling Lee in tow and I was left with my Carl.

'Nice and warm anyway,' Carl twittered nervously as we made the makeshift
bed up.

I gave a stupid grin, it had started to rain outside and here we were as
snug as bugs in rugs. I gave a thought for the soaked oiks wending their
way back to barracks but soon forgot them, I had my Carl and he was going
all nervous and coy. Sweet, it's not as if we were strangers. 'Come here.'
I did my domineering bit and he shyly (well, almost shyly) came into my
arms. 'Gonna shag you so hard tonight, Carly.'

'Jeez, you are such a perv,' he giggled and then relaxed as my arms went
around him settling on his taut bottom and it was all mine..... Yee-hah!

That was it, I stuck my tongue down his throat and we fell onto the bed
undressing each other and taking in some amateur wrestling on the way. God,
that boy was so beautiful and I must have checked out every square inch of
his smooth body with my lips and tongue before we finally crawled under the
blankets and got into a sexual fug, we were both as hard as chokky frogs
and ready for some fun.

He started the moves which was also a nice surprise, he straddled my chest
with his erection waving around and gradually shuffled up until I grasped
it and guided the sweet meat into my mouth. He slowly moved to and fro as I
clasped his perfectly rounded little arse. So nice but he had another move,
wriggling back a bit he perched on my own erection squashing it and then
rubbing up and down virtually giving me a wank between his soft bottom and
my belly. Super erotic but I had my hands on the lube by this time and was
going into command mode. I rolled us onto our sides and uncapping the glop
smeared some on my stiffness and guided it up and with another wriggle he
almost took it but I made the connection. I felt his yielding pucker settle
on me and gave a little shove sealing the connection to get all mechanical
about it.

'Oooh,' he warbled as I penetrated him and I felt my cockend surrounded by
his tightness and sweet heat. 'All the way,' he groaned pushing himself
down onto me as I shoved up and began to fuck. I couldn't hang around, I
wanted him too much and maybe later we could take our time and do romantic,
we had all weekend after all.  'Yessss...' he sighed with satisfaction as
my pubes pressed against his bottom and I settled my length in his sweet
tunnel. 'Yesssss,' he hissed again and clamped on me and pushed himself
down onto my belly.

I rolled over and up until he was under me and I was topside looking down
at his sweet face. The room was darkened but I could see the flash of his
eyes and the gleam of his teeth with the street light through the thin
curtains.

'Carl,' I breathed as I moved gently in his tight but slick little
hole. Heavenly... I smiled and kissed him just moving my hips slowly up and
down moving in his tight warmth. His legs pressed on my back demanding more
and I moved faster as he encouraged me muttering sweet nothings. God, he
was such good sex and my heart almost broke at the thought of us eventually
parting. Still, for the moment we were together and would be for the long
holiday.

'Don't go to sleep on me,' he whispered as if I would but I started to move
faster. 'Yesss...' he hissed as I started on my final run. His legs breally
pressed on my back binding me in and his arms were around my neck. I was
getting both crushed and strangled but I hammered my way to a climax in his
sweet boy fanny with a series of squirts and splashes. I moved in and out
on a coating of cum as his pressure relaxed on me and he gave a little
moan. 'Monster,' he smiled tiredly and I slipped free. It was over and
before he went to sleep I had one duty to perform like a good little sailor
boy.

I slipped my head down his warm body and took in his slippery and oozing
young cock. He'd been dripping and dribbling so much I doubted that he'd
have much left in him but I wasn't giving up now. I straddled his body
above his groin and holding his slippery hardness upright slid down it's
length. It hurt a bit but sod it, he liked me doing that particular
maneuver and if he liked it then that's what it's all about. It was a
complete reversal of what we'd done earlier and that seemed fair enough -
Even Stevens as you might say.

'Jimmy,' he grinned up at me and grasping my hips rolled us onto our sides
and then completed the roll so that I was on my back in the centre of the
tatty old bed and he was pronging downwards into my well stretched hole.

'Go on, Carl... go for it,' I held his hips lightly just in case he decided
to go animal and revelled in the feel of his hot stiffness plough in and
out of my bottom. I know, it's all sick as fuck but I liked it and at least
I don't go around with married men or knob their wives for that matter so
what's sick and what isn't. I also don't go around threatening people with
nukes or do the dirty with little girls unless you count Lee and he was
fourteen... sorry, just getting excited there which explains why, with Carl
rooting away I was hard again. It must be the thought of the nukes, it
couldn't be Lee.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' He was off with his warcry but I'd got used to it by
now.

'Harder, Carl,' I wrapped my arms and legs around him like a big spider
(what an image) and held his sweaty body as he plundered my bum to the
full. He was a good top for a supposed innocent but I never did get to the
bottom of that one. Maybe he'd tell me one of those fine days but for the
moment he was going ape in my arse and I was loving every minute. Mick the
Corruper had a lot to answer for.

'I'm cuming...' He gasped and he did and I just lay there and felt his
squishy as he pumped his load into my body and fell on me like a dead man
or boy. Poor dear was worn out but a little snoozerooni would put that
right.

'Nice one,' I stroked him and his ego as we parted and snuggled together in
our messy glory. The clean up could wait, there's not much point in getting
all squeaky clean and then performing again although we'd both have to go
and abort before the next one which in my evil mind I had down for around
six in the morning. I do love early morning sex by the way and Carl was of
the same mind which made for a nice lazy fuck.

We were both early risers in more ways than one and did it all again around
six in the morning. After that we had a little lie in being Sunday morning
but were still up for seven to carry out our ablutions which is the
military way of saying we both had good clear outs and shared a shower. We
collapsed the sofabed and tidied up before presenting Mick and his little
friend with tea and a wakeup call.

'Maniacs,' Lee muttered peering from the bedding like that droopy thing in
Alice in Wonderland. Mick was a bit more appreciative and told him to shut
up. 'It's just gone eight,' Lee whined.

'What about your paper round?' I asked.

'Day off,' he grinned smugly. 'I only do one Sunday in four.'

'Well, tell us what you want for breakfast and I'll do it,' Carl
offered. Mick settled for boiled eggs and toast which seemed to be his
favourite and Lee volunteered to eat anything that wasn't bolted down (and
fried). We gave them a nine o'clock deadline and left them to it. Needless
to say, I laid the table whilst Carl did all the work and very organised he
was as well. He'd make someone a fine wife one of these days and with a
very large dollop of luck it might even be me. Mind you we were both
'twelve year men' and that didn't start until we were eighteen so we
wouldn't be getting out of uniform until we were thirty. God, those were
the days.

Just as a bit of trivia and leaving the story a bit: You could buy yourself
out of the Navy if you couldn't hack it. This meant you paid the RN two
hundred pounds (at that time) and were free as a bird. I suppose the two
hundred was to compensate for training etc. Translated into modern money
and you'd have to take inflation and other things into account, so I
reckoned it would be over a grand now. Anyway, two hundred was an awful lot
of dosh in those days and not many travelled the route... back to Pompey in
the sixties.

After breakfast we had a stroll out to an open air market and Mick did some
shopping with the little one acting as a shopping trolley. Carl and I
followed them around like an escort but it was a good chance to get some
fresh air and stretch our legs. I didn't know what was planned for the
afternoon but Sunday as far as I was concerned was a dead day both
barrackwise and ashore. as well.

We popped into a pub on the way back which had a beer garden where we
parked Lee. Mick, Carl and I were very obviously Navy and publicans of the
day never hassled Navy boys be they underage or not, little Lee was
obviously well under age and just as obviously non Navy. I don't know what
the other customers made of us sitting out in the sun but we had a couple
of pints and fed the fidgetty Lee some soft drinks. Booze disposed of we
took a slow stroll back and I trailed with Lee as the landlord and master
chef discussed lunch.

'You and me tonight, Jimmy,' Lee grinned at me. 'Staxa sex...' Christ he
sounded such a little pervo all the same I had to laugh.

'Hope you don't snore.'

'I don't even sleep,' he boasted.

'You will if I tie you up and shove some hot cock in your mouth... and wash
your bloody feet, your socks reek.'

'Not my fault,' he groused. 'All boys sweat a lot, they told us at school.'

'He goes to school as well,' I wondered.

'Har har.'

We got home and just for a change the BBC was showing a war film, it never
ceased to amaze me how many war films Pinewood Studios made. It was a bit
surprising anyone was at the front, most of the armed forces seemed to act
as extras in the aforementioned war films but dinner was foremost in Lee's
mind and he started hassling as soon as we got indoors.

'After the film,' Mick decided after a quick chat with Carl and that was
the way it was. We all settled down with the grumbling boy acting obnoxious
for the afternoon but I even managed to doze off, the film was so non
exciting and the sea air slaughtered you even if you are a nautical
type. What I wasn't used to was treking around, carrying shopping and then
having a drink on top of it all.

'They're doing the cooking,' Lee shook me awake whisperering excitedly
giving me a little kiss which was unexpected to say the least. 'Mick let me
wash my socks as well,' he grinned.

'What about your feet?'

'Don't get carried away,' he laughed. 'Bath at bedtime.'

'I should think so,' I grinned and grabbed him. The other two were busy in
the kitchen and it gave me a chance to have a fumble and grope. Lee loved
all that sort of thing and the noisier and more blatant the better. He was
in the front of my track suit and was sucking away at my penis which
refused to harden up until he lost patience and gave up.

'Mr Limpo,' he sneered.

'Saving it for tonight, baby.'

'Good,' he grinned and lay out on the sofa with his head on my thigh. Well,
it made a change from most Sundays.

The day wore on as Sundays do. I suppose it's all a religious plot in a
roundabout way, make the day so boring that everyone's driven to church for
a bit of company and gossip. Not being church goers we hadn't got that
option. Anyway (my favourite word again), Lee would probably have burnt to
a crisp as soon as he got onto holy ground, that boy was surely a creature
of the night. During daylight hours he seemed to be off planet and then he
came on like a ball of fire once darkness fell, I'd have to watch his
teeth. Digressing a bit, even in the sixties the TV was full of repeats but
at least the American stuff was fresh... well, fresh compared to our
crap. In the sixties we were still in love with the Americans and all
things American - really interesting places like Russia, The Ukraine and
the patchwork quilt of Eastern Europe were all under the big boot of the
Soviets and uniformly grey.

The meal cooked up by Mick and Carl wasn't the most exciting but it was
good wholesome fare (as they say) and filled a hole, further hole filling
would occur later I suspected and if Lee didn't stop fucking around I'd be
inclined to drag him off to the bathroom and give him a good shag at any
moment but it didn't come to that.

Evening TV wasn't as incredibly boring as the afternoon's and we finished
up with a couple of cans courtesy of the Boss and watched another
film... God, the excitement of it all was mind bending but in the end we
had a fish and chip supper collected by the house imp (sorry, a bit of
Harry Potter creeping in there). I walked around with him this time just to
stretch my legs before bed and that was the end of the day more or less.

Don't forget Carl and I had both to be back in barracks for eight which
called for a pretty early rise. The main thing was that we'd fixed our
holiday home, it might even get a bit boring just shagging and looking at
the TV but we'd figure out something to do even if it entailed painting the
bloody place out. I was looking forward to a night with Lee on our ownsome,
I know I'd shared him but having him on his own should be a treat if I
survived. In the end we all went to bed around ten thirty which may sound
early to some, just bear in mind all the time it was the sixties and Sunday
night TV was a damn sight worse than it was now.

'Right, who's doing who?' Lee stood by the bed grinning.

'You've forgotten something.'

'What?'

'Bath... go on!'

'Aw, you gotta share,' he cackled.

'I intended to, Birdbrain.. go on.' I hassled him and although he was one
of those kids not particularly in love with soapy water he went and I
followed in hot pursuit. I'd dozed and flopped around so much over the
course of the day I just wasn't tired. The thought of the dark skinned Lee,
soapy and slippery was a bit of a turn on to say the least. I might even do
him in the bathroom and again in bed, I was on top line, so was he as I
found out in the bathroom.

The bath was small with one of those shower attachments built in and Lee in
spite of his fear of going rusty was stripped off and in the thing in a
flash. He was fully erect from the word go so it was easy to see where his
mind was at. He stood under the shower sloshing foam around with his feet
as the bath gradually filled. It was no good, I popped to instant erection
in spite of my previous boredom, on seeing it pop free as I removed my gear
Lee grinned and turning around gave a sexy wriggle with his shiny and water
sheened bottom. I've got to admit he could be a pain at time but all that
was forgotten as I stepped into the bath and wrapped my arms around him.

'Alright now, Grumpy?' He snuggled into my slippery body and grasped my
erection squeezing and fondling as if it was the first one he'd ever
felt. 'Mine, all mine,' he cooed like a right little slut.

I laughed and took him down into the deepening water and switched the
shower attachment off. Singing in the Rain is fine but sex under a shower
always gives me a headache for some obscure reason. I held Lee's writhing
body as the foam began to kick in and the bath began to look like a snow
drift and a warm one at that. This was going to be the quicky, the longer,
slower and more romantic one would take place in bed although knowing Lee
anything could happen. With his movements and buggereing around I could
sense what he was upto and when I held my erection firm and upright under
the water he did what I was expecting. Staring me straight in the eyes he
glued his sweet toffee flavoured lips to mine and slowly and deliberately
sank his tight little arse onto my spike. Not pausing for even a second he
slipped right down my shaft and I felt his weight settle on my groin and he
gave a self satisfied little sigh.

'Nice one,' he whispered and wriggled around on me and I felt my hot
hardness move around in his tightness. 'Yeah,' he groaned and started to
slowly move up and down on me holding me around the neck as my arms
encircled his slender waist. His own stiffy kept breaking the surface of
the sudsy water like a porpoise or a submarine's periscope if you can
imagine one cherry red and gleaming.

'Yeah, go on,' I grunted as his lithe body moved up and down on me faster
and faster. He'd obviously done this one before and he moved up and down
even faster but I couldn't cum. I got to that stage where I wanted to but
it just wouldn't pop. 'Shit, this is killing me, Lee. Get out of the bath.'

'Aaaaw,' he moaned in a little grump but brightened up when I positioned
him on the bathroom carpet facing the bath and kneeling. I parted his legs
and knelt behind him as he rested his arms on the bath's rim. 'Go for it,'
he muttered shoving his arse out.

I did and this was better, we were both still wet and I slid into him quite
easily and as he clamped and pushed back I rammed home into his sweet hole
and tried again. This was better and we made a hell of a racket as I
plundered his sweet little fanny... well used fanny, I should have said but
he was still tight and still good sex. He was trying to wank but I took his
hand away, I'd deal with that in a bit.

'Harder, harder,' he muttered as I shagged and in the end I felt my juices
rising. I gave one final slap into his tight flesh and cum. It was a beauty
I lay on him draped over the bath and felt my erection pump and squirt into
his warm flesh. 'Hey, hey, niiiiice...' He pushed back onto me as I drained
my slippery slime up into his shute. To finish off, I slipped free in a
flood of cum and rolled him over swallowing his sweetmeat whole and sucked
away until he splattered into my mouth. He sure did cum a bundle for a
little boy but he had a sprinkling of black pubes so he was ripe and he had
the sex drive of a rabbit.

'I want a fuck later,' he mumbled later as we dried off and drained the
bath.

'Yeah, I know,' I waggled my semi hard dick in his direction.

'Nah,' he snarled all butch and aggressive. 'I wanna fuck you I mean.'

'I've just told you, I know,' I grabbed his damp body and crushed him in an
embrace. 'You go first next time... in bed. Full frontal seeing you've got
a little dick.'

'Yeah,' he shrieked and he must have woken half the bloody street. 'I'm
gona fuck you so hard...'

'Come on big mouth,' I wrapped him in one of the big towels. 'Let's go to
bed and see how good you are.'

We darkened down the room and he did a theatrical listen at the bedroom
door pulling faces until I beckoned him to bed. 'They're at it... I can
hear the bed squeaking,' he lied.

I smiled and stretched out in the sofa bed, it wasn't the most comfortable
thing in the world but it would do, I doubted that we'd be doing much
sleeping. He was telling lies about Mick's bed by the way. I'd done
everything on that bed other than handstands and I knew perfectly well that
it didn't squeak... the little rat was trying to make me jealous or wind me
up. Who knows, who can read a fourteen year old's sex crammed mind.

'Come here,' I grabbed him as he reluctantly tore himself away from his
eavesdropping. As he hovered at the bedsde I grabbed his wrist and dragged
his still damp body onto me and wrapped my arms around his wriggling
body. Bloody amazing, he had popped one again and his warm stiffy pressed
against mine as I held him down and clasped and fondled his tight little
arse.

'This is nice in the dark and all that,' he wriggled against me and with a
cheeky grin ran the tip of his tongue across my lips. I opened my mouth and
his little tongue slipped inside like a tiny snake. 'Mmmmm...' his slippery
little organ expored my mouyth and did a little dance with my own. 'Wow,
that's so hot,' he grinned and moving started to kiss and suck at my throat
like a little vampire. Probably one of the worse trainee bloodsuckers in
the world but his warm body writhing on mine was doing the job, I could
feel my meat hardening as his rubbed against it and then he was down onto
my nipples.

'Pervo,' I groaned ruffling his short and wiry black hair.

'I know,' he grinned upwards and sucked one nipple whilst fiddling with the
other until they were both in sticky out mode, he then went into playfully
nipping until I pushed his head downwards.  He smirked up at me again until
he began to lick downwards and held my now revitalised penis with one small
hand. He was bloody good but then again spending time with Mick, Keith and
any strays they brought in he must have had lots of practice. 'Yummy,
yummy,' he lapped across my glans tickling my slit with the tip of his
tongue before swallowing just the knob and gently sucking whilst wanking my
shaft.

One of his hands snaked under my bum and I felt a finger probing and as
soon as I managed to lift my legs slightly he prodded and pushed at my
slightly sweaty sphincter entering without too much trouble.

'Tight for an old man,' he spluttered around a mouthful of cock.

'Bigmouth for a little dick.' I groaned as his finger sank deeper and he
began to move it in and out.

'It's not that little,' he managed to move into a crouch and get netween my
legs. Jeez, this kid had stamina but in spite of his mouth and his bravado
he was fun and sex is supposed to be fun, isn't it? 'Lift your legs,' he
lightly slapped my calf and raised his trunk to gaze down at me
beneath. 'You said I could go first,' he reminded me slowly wanking his
sturdy little weapon. I lifted my legs and grabbed his slender waist as he
moved in. 'Where's that lube?' He muttered looking around the bed.

'A bit of spit will do, Lee.

'OK,' he dribbled into the palm of his hand and smeared it onto his swollen
knob. OK, so he wasn't the biggest dick in the world but he was determined
to make me feel it, he was set on having a good shag be it me or a bloody
milk bottle. 'Yesssss...' He hissed and sucked in air as he found my hole
and pushed steadily sinking in deep and hard. It hurt a bit but it always
did and the pain was taken over by the pleasure of a juvenile and virile
cock in your body and smooth skin pressed against your own. As he bottomed
out and his sparse pubics ground against me I held his smooth little bottom
and wrapped my legs around. 'So nice,' he grinned at me dropping his lips
onto mine and savagely kissing as he began to move his hips.

'Come on, Rabbit Boy,' I pressed my legs down onto his now slippery back as
he began to huff and puff and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His
eyes geamed in the almost totally dark room as he hammered away and I have
to say he was good for a fourteen year old shrimp. He hammered away and at
the end of it gave a low moan and slammed into my body so hard my teeth
clicked together. His warm spurts shot inside me as he remained deep in my
gut and at last I felt him relax and lay on me as I lightly ran my hands up
and down his sweat sheened back. His little bottom twitched when I gave him
a little pinch and told him to get off me. 'You did well you little
monster,' I held his head and kissed him again. 'Sleep for a while.'

He slid off me and cuddled up, a few moments later I felt his hand slip
over and grasp my semi erection.

'Go to sleep,' I told him.

'OK.' He turned on his side and I felt his soft bottom press against my
hip. This lid was insatiable, as I tried to ignore him he wiggled his sweet
bottom against me until I turned inwards and held him gently and moved
in. 'That's nice,' he whispered. It was no good, he was going to go on all
night unless I serviced him and I had the urge. I could feel myself
hardening up and my stiffness pressing up into his crack. He giggled and
lifting one leg held my hardness guiding it between his legs. 'Gonna do
me?'

'If you promise to go to sleep after, we're away early in the morning.'

'Right,' he moved around and clambered on top of me shuffling down pressing
his soft cheeks against my stiffy but he wasn't getting away that easy. I
rolled over and he was underneath. 'Oooh, a full frontal,' he giggled as I
lifted his legs folding then back onto his narrow chest. I couldn't see his
little hole but sex in the dark was the same as sex in the light, all the
bits are in the same places.

I leant over him and rubbed my knob against his pucker and as he gasped and
clutched me I pushed gently but he spasmed, he was sweaty but still too dry
to take me.

'Gently,' he whispered. 'That's big.'

'You've had it before,' I muttered feeleing around for some lube, I knew
there was some in the bed somwewhere but Sod's Law had to have it go
missing when I needed the damn stuff.

'Not dry,' his voice shook. 'Please, Jimmy, put something on it.'

Miraculously in the dark my hand found the tube and I uncapped with a sigh
of relief. I smeared some on my index fimnger and almost felt his sigh of
relief as I smeared it on his tight little ring and slowly worked a finger
into his hot boy fanny. 'Better?' I whispered.

'Yeah and thank fuck for that,' I saw his teeth flash and he took the tube
from my hand and smeared some of the glop on my erection. 'Yeah, big and
meaty,' he giggled and guided my slippery weapon down to his hole. 'We
should have had the lights of for this.'

'A bit late now,' I pushed firmly against his well used pucker and this
time he opened up and I gritted my teeth as I felt his incredible heat and
his tightness grip me. Amazing for one so well fucked that he remained
tight, you expect whores to be loose and easy even boy whores but Lee was
as tight as a hampster and groaned as his little pucker opened up to allow
my entry.

'Yesss,' he let out a long sigh and held my hips as I began to move sinking
deeper and deeper into his sweet body. All his boyish buggering around,
even his loutishness was forgiven as I ploughed his sweet furrow and his
lips glued to mine. It was my best yet with Lee and I was determined that
I'd have him solo in future, maybe a little less playing games and a bit
more loving. OK, so Jimmy was the love object but little Lee came a close
second.

'Oooh Lee,' I fucked away and now I was bottoming out shoving him up the
bed at every stroke.

'Yeah, yeah... fuck me, fuck me, Jimmy,' he babbled. You could always rely
on Lee to lower the tone but he was a good fuck.

It finished as these things did, two writhing bodies on a sweaty bed and we
bear hugged each other at the end when I spunked in him and he gave little
squeals of pleasure. For a butch little boy he did go femme quite noisily
and I loved it. He was impaled on my meat and I cum in him like it was
never going to end. Right at the end I slid free in a puddle of cum but at
least he went to sleep. So did I and I wondered if he dreamt of the three
weeks holiday to come as I did.


				  THE END


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