Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 16:30:22 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: BABYSITTING YOUNG AMOS

WARNING; This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If this sort of
thing offends you what the Hell are you reading Nifty/Gay for. My
characters do not wear condoms and that is because this is fiction and they
can get away without doing so.

I should tell you that you should be above the age of consent in your
particular geo-political area to read this sort of thing but you knew that
anyway. I type my stuf 'full screen', it's better read that way.

I DON'T NORMALLY DEDICATE STORIES TO PEOPLE BUT THIS ONE IS FOR RON WEASLEY
OF HARRY POTTER FAME (HE KNOWS WHO HE IS).

HE SENT ME A SHORTY SHORT FILM CALLED 'NICE BOY: AMOS' AND I IMMEDIATELY
THOUGHT 'GRRRRRR. NOW THERE'S A BABY TO DIE FOR.' HENCE MY FIRST
BABYSITTING STORY.

And that's another bloody thing. How come they film all this Harry Potter
stuff, all that Stephen King crap and no one films my stuff. It's just not
right.

Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a small amount of cash to NIFTY. KEEP NIFTY
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GCutter66@aol.com



BABYSITTING YOUNG AMOS


by


G. Cutter


Here we go. My name is Peter Cope and at the time of this story I was
sixteen, sixteen and a half to be precise and I was taking further
education to try for a college place a little later in life. My sister was
on her gap year feeding hungry piccaninnies (don't fuss, guys, I checked
the spelling), she was out in Africa and I wanted to follow in her
footsteps. I didn't really want to feed them apart from maybe some hot meat
if you know what I mean.  You may have gathered with the heavy handed
humour I'm gay and I was well aware of it when I was around fourteen which
brings me back to the story.

My sister had done quite a bit of babysitting with nearby kids as a way of
earning some cash and to be honest she did get on well with brats. I
didn't, but then again I was quite obviously younger than her and being the
runt of the family I didn't have the pressure to go out and make a buck
like she had.

My mother and father both had good jobs up in the big city and as I went to
a local school I was pretty well unsupervised most of the time, this led to
me getting in with 'the wrong crowd' as they say and I got into a few
scrapes with my mates. Let's face it you're only sixteen once, for fuck's
sake enjoy.

The time came, when after one episode my dad decided to cut my pocket money
or 'allowance' as he insisted on calling it and told me that if I wanted to
piss money up against the wall at my tender years it was about time I got
myself off my arse and earned some of my own.

I thought these hot shot business tycoons were supposed to be soft and
cuddly with their own, I clearly had things arse about face.

My mother came up with the bright idea of me taking up my sister's baby
sitting round, you know the score. She had about three or four regulars and
lots people phoning in on the off chance and we ain't talking peanuts. This
brings us around to my litle pal Amos.

As a matter of fact Amos Clarke wasn't little, he was thirteen or so I
understand and was a well set up kid. He lived in the palace next door
(joke). My schoolmates from the Estates called them palaces, jealous litle
buggers. Anyway, Amos had been on my sister's list since he'd been around
ten. I barely knew him as he went to a different school but we did do the
polite English bit now and then and made with the odd grunt and a nod,
occasionally mumble 'Orrite!' to each other. He was one of my lust objects
as he wasn't a bad looker and let's face it he was right in my age frame,
not too young to be a string dick and not to old to be pushing me around.

The problem was he was too near to home to actively pursue and as my dad
would say: 'One shouldn't foul one's own nest' and as my schooly chums
would say: 'Don't shit on your own doorstep'.

Why do mother's always drop you in the crapper. Mine came bustling in one
sunny Saturday morning and informed me that she'd volunteered me to do some
babysitting and she'd arranged a decent price.

'Cheers, Ma,' I tried not to sound too sarcastic. 'I didn't want to go out
with the guys tonight.'

'Just as well,' she replied brightly. 'It's mother by the way, not ma. This
way you'll earn and God willing keep out of trouble.'

'Who's the lucky braindead dwarf,' I put a brave face on it.

'Young Amos, next door,' she must have thought that I'd gone into shock as
my jaw hit the table. 'Seven sharp, you're sitting all night and they'll
rig you up a bed but they won't be back until Sunday mid morning ..... I've
got you a good deal,' she looked at me as if expecting an instant
detonation.

'Got to follow Der Fuhrer's orders I suppose,' I tried to supress my
glee. Dunno where I was going with this one but I could use a night in
anyway. Hopefully Amos wasn't going to turn out a complete little shit.

'Don't call your father names,' my mother hissed. Being a defrocked Jewess
or whatever she didn't like me slagging off dad and calling him a
Stormtrooper and worse. The last semi drunken incident had led to a bit of
rather offensive name calling, the resultant pay cut and the new regime. I
suppose I was smart enough to realise my parents were right and I was dead
wrong but I wasn't going to admit it.

'He's a bit old to need a babysitter isn't he?'

'He's thirteen,' she informed me. 'Apparently he looks after himself
alright but just needs a bit of a rein on him now and then or so his mother
claims. Anyway, they can't leave him in the house alone ..... you read the
papers.' She was referring to some local tyke who'd been left at home and
then proceeded to burn the house down with himself locked in ..... very
sad. Apart from their tragic loss the parents were in all sorts of shit and
quite rightly so.

'OK, mum. Seven o'clock it is,' I left the breakfast table with a
smile. Maybe time to wander to the next house in line and pay my respects
to the Clarke family. Mr Nice as Pie, that's me. If I was scripting this
for stage I'd add a wink and a leer there.

That's what I did, I waited until around ten o'clock and wandered across
our rather superior back garden, through a little shared gate and then
ambled across their also rather superior garden. By this you can asume we
both had jobbing gardeners, nice to have parents with dosh innit.

Their house was similar in layout to our own so I went around to the
kitchen door and rapped on the glass. I didn't know Mrs Clarke but she
obviously knew me.

'Come in, Peter. Have a cold drink,' she fussed about and sat me down at
the kitchen table and then sat down opposite. 'Claude and I are going to a
function and staying in town overnight, hence the babysitting.'

I looked at her slightly gobsmacked. Claude ... function ... hence ... this
lady was on a slightly different planet to myself. I hoped Amos didn't
speak like minor royalty.

'No probs,' I gave her a beam. 'I'll look after the little .... chap.' I
nearly said something else but I'm sure her upper crust humour wouldn't gel
with my more earthy variety. Calling the apple of her eye a brat would have
been a great start ..... nah!

'I've left you a list of what he can do and what he can't,' she went
on. We've also sorted you out a duvet and pillows so you'll be comfy
overnight. Roughing it a bit,' she gave a ladylike titter. 'Amos is a good
little boy but I don't want him surfing the thingy or watching the idiot
box all night. As it's Saturday let him stay up until around eleven and
then pack him off to bed.'

'Fair enough,' I gave her another one of my special smiles, the ones I
reserve for the mentally unbalanced. A thirteen year old kid wanting to go
to bed at eleven on a Saturday night. Small chance and no chance.

'He's out with friends at the moment but he knows you and you know him so I
don't see any problems, do you?'

'Not really,' I told her. 'We don't actually know each other, apart for
hello, nice day and whatnot.'

'That'll do. He says he likes you,' she said completely ignoring my
remark. 'You'll get on fine.'

As I rose to leave I felt the old ticker pounding away. I'd hardly ever
spoken to brat child and he said he liked me. I hoped he liked me enough
....... I've got to admit at the time of this job I'd never had sex with a
boy or a girl, I was a virgin. Of course, I'd had mutual wanks and solo
wanks but never actually kissed a member of the opposite sex and certainly
not a boy. The rumpy pumpy .... that was all in the imagination. If I
hadn't avidly read Nifty online and surfed some of the free sites I
wouldn't have the slightest idea how to sixty nine let alone fuck.

Nasty word that, fuck. If I made it with Amos and that was a one in a
zillion shot it would be love all the way none of this wham, bam, thank you
Passive Partner. What if he wanted to do the sucky bit, what if he wanted
to fuck me? Lets face it he was thirteen and from what I'd seen recently a
pretty well set up lad. He wasn't a skinny nerd, he played local kid
football and he had a good bod or what I'd seen of it.

Anyway, I said goodby to Mrs Clarke and promised faithfully that I wouldn't
be late. In fact, I couldn't bloody well wait.

My own parents were away upto Kingston spending money so I knew I had a
couple of hours to waste and I knew exactly how to waste it. I shot upto my
room and clicked Main Man on, that's my PC by the way. Windows seems to
suggest you name them, what the Hell for?

Straight onto Nifty and my fave Section, Celebrity. I lapped up Hary Potter
stories and I especially liked a long running series on Aaron Carter, the
same guy who does the Brewster brothers (now there's a plug). Great the
latest Aaron had him stuffing Eric Per Sullivan in a tree house. Pretty
wierd eh!  At the end I was as stiff as a poker and clicked off and threw
myself on my bed. I had visions of me stuffing Erik Per, Aaron doing me and
then all of us having an orgy with Amos. Jeez, I could feel dampness in my
y-fronts. Shutting the door I quickly flopped on the bed and let go the
front of my cargoes. Yeah, there was the damp spot and there was my pride
and joy as stiff as a poker. I lay back and concentrated, slowly moving my
loose skin up and down the thick and very hard inner shaft I soon felt the
heat. Mental snapshots of Aaron Carter, little Dewey and Amos ran through
my head like one of those old flickery movies. I was getting harder, bigger
and my balls slowly crept uptight. God knows what Amos' body was like but
my last impression before I came was of me slipping my hardness between his
superb bubble but and penetrating him as fast and as hard as I could.

'Aaaaaaah,' I gave a shuddering moan and then instant relief as spurt after
spurt of thick white spunk shot up onto my belly and chest. It was a good
'un, Amos was a vision to cherish. Jeez, I didn't even know what his body
was like, I'd never even seen him with his shirt off but I was convinced in
my own mind he would be adorable.

The day wore on and I kept a crafty eye out for my soon to be lover or was
it victim ..... the boundless confidence of youth, eh. No sign of him all
day and it wasn't through want of perving. Sod it, it would have to wait, I
had all night with him after all. I was a bag of nerves and what would
happen if he misbehaved or started acting like a little prick. What the
hell was I supposed to do? It's not as if I'd done a course on babysitting
or had any experience. This was a one off; cock this up and my name would
be mud.

Saturday dinner was a pretty laid back affair, my parents were staying in
for the night and we all sat and ate together.

'Looking forward to tonight?' My mother chirped like a demented canary.

'Sorta.'

'Was that sort of?' My father enquired.

'Sort of,' I admitted.

'That's better,' he smiled slightly. 'Save the gutterspeak for your pals,
try English indoors, OK?'

'OK isn't really English,' I pointed out.

'Enough.'

At ten to seven I made to move. 'Well once more into the breach dear
friends,' I declaimed.

'You see, they do still do English Lit. at that awful school,' my father
remarked quite cheerfully to my mother. 'Have a good night, Peter and for
God's sake don't kill the boy.'

'I'll try not to,' I grinned at him bade them both goodnight and I was off
on my road to high adventure. I walked across the front way and even had a
minor stiffy by the time I arrived at the Clarke's front door.

I was welcomed by the man of the house who was already togged up in a
penguin suit. He promptly presented me with an envelope which by the feel
contained bank notes, the wife rushed out and also made a presentation, it
was a piece of paper which I assumed was the 'does and don'ts list'.

The next step was the meeting.

Little Amos was in front of the television lapping up some crud and he
rather reluctantly tore himself away to greet me. I don't know why I keep
calling him little, he was a well set up boy, only slightly shorter than my
five feet ten and he was FUCKIN' GORGEOUS .  He had dark scruffy hair which
looked as if it was serviced by the local butcher but he was a dream,
darker skinned than myself but both his parents were slightly
Mediterranean. As I said he was a solid boy for a thirteen year old, he
looked a lot older in fact but he gave me a ready grin and I sighed
silently with relief. At least no babysitter and baby confrontation, at
least not yet.

There were a flurry of instructions and in no time at all his parents were
on their way. I had their phone number, a fridgeload of snacks for me and
he and a bedroll parked in the corner of the lounge. I thought they may
have sprung me a bed but seemingly not.

'So, Amos ......' I sat in one of the armchairs.

'So, Peter,' he grinned at me toothily and perched in the other chair. I
tried not to study him to obviously, he had a cream polo shirt on and dark
blue shorts displaying ultra smooth arms and legs, he was so cute I was
almost dribbling. 'You are rude you know.'

'Why. What have I done,' I flinched. What had brought this about, had he
seen me oggling his crotch or something.

'Every time I say hello to you, you just grunt and do a runner.'

'I'm sorry,' I looked at him trying to look contrite. 'I'm a bit shy I
guess.'

'Don't like talking to schoolies, eh?'

'No, it's not that, Amos.' I tried to make amends for this perceived
slight. 'I'm just a bit antisocial I guess.'

'I haven't got any mates living near me,' he went on a little
plaintively. 'It would be nice to be able to chat with the next door
neighbour.'

'Anytime. Anytime you like,' I babbled frantically. Here's me having kept
my distance and then finding out that I'd gone and upset him, the very last
thing in the world I wanted to do.

'Right,' he grinned. He had a beautiful smile, of course he had, he was my
baby, the light in my increasingly dull life. 'What's the edict from the
Boss.'

'Which one's that mum or dad?'

'Both of them,' he laughed. 'Should have said Bosses.' Thank God he didn't
have that royal family accent like his mother. He sounded just like me, a
rich peasant.

'Well,' I looked at the paper and the crabbed writing. 'I've got to feed
you all you want within reason......'

'That sounds good.'

'Bed by eleven.........'

'Not so good.'

'Negotiable,' I laughed. 'Bath or shower before bed.'

'Yeah, yeah,' he flapped his hand. 'Whatever.'

'So what do you normally do on a Saturday night, watch the box all night?'

'No I play with myself.'

I nearly burst out laughing but noticed he was watching me like a bloody
hawk. The brat had set a trap. 'What do you play at,' I replied
straighfaced.

'Oh, anything,' he answered airily. 'With you here we can have a wrestle or
something.'

I was ready for him this time. 'Whatever turns you on,' I grinned. 'You're
the customer.'

'Only joking,' he grinned. 'I just wanted to see the look on your face.'

'You wouldn't want to wrestle with me, I'd squish you.' I'd decided to play
him at his own game.

'Maybe you're right,' he laughed and stood up. It might have been my over
active imagination but I'm almost certain he gave a little pose, you know
like the pop stars do, the ones with the crotch leading the way. I
dismissed the thought, he was only a kid after all. 'If the televison's
boring, which it is I usually mess around on my computer.'

'Your call Amos, I presume you don't want me perched on your shoulder.'
Well, I didn't know if he was allowed free play on the bloody thing or not,
there was no mention of his PC on the list.

'Yeah, I don't mind company,' he grinned. 'You'd get bored sitting down
here all on your ownsome. Anyway, you should make sure I don't visit any
unsavoury sites shouldn't you.'

'You do what you'd normally do,' I told him. 'I'm not a moral guardian, I'm
a babysitter ..... in training,' I added.

'OK, then,' he looked like he'd made a decision, 'I'll get a couple of
Cokes and we can go up.' God, it was back to major drool time, I was being
invited upto his room, his bedroom. He got the cold drinks and led the way
upstairs. He had a nice big room, bigger than mine in fact but in my place
the absent sister had the big room and I got pissed off with the smaller. I
did notice that he had a nice big bed, far to big for a thirteen year old
but perhaps his people thought he would grow into it. Not really, unless he
expanded to around twenty two stone.

'Ta-ra-ra,' he trumpeted. 'My computer.' I looked at it. This was one
seriously extravagant family, his PC was a couple of light years in front
of mine. Huge monitor which must have been a nineteen incher, webcam,
microphone, the works.

'You actually chat to people on that?'

'Yeah, amongst other things,' he laughed and motioning me to a spare seat
sat down himself. I was torn between oggling his smooth thighs and
observing what he was getting upto on his PC now he'd flashed up. 'Let's
see if Mark's in, maybe not on a Saturday night.'

He did the click click with his mouse and went onto his server and ran the
IM, a little typing later and we were in contact with this Mark who just
happened to be on line. I'd never seen a webcam in operation before and was
amazed how clear it was. The resident genius informed me that it was all a
matter of getting sufficient lighting. This kid Mark was around my age but
as soon as he realised Amos had company he seemed to get bored and in the
end Amos cleared him off.

'Sad sod calls himself WickedGoldensomething, ' he grinned at me. 'He
thought I had a spy in the place.'

'Spy?' I looked at him slightly puzzled. 'What's to spy on?'

'Well you know,' he waffled a bit. After a pause he said. 'Some people like
to waggle their bits, you need to be careful.'

'Cyber flashers?' I laughed.

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'People do all sorts of things on webcams, they say
it's the next best thing to sex.'

'I'd rather have the real thing.'

'So would I,' he gave me a sideways glance and adjusted his crutch. I think
it was about then that I began to realise that young Amos wasn't quite what
I was expecting. There was a good to excellent chance that this young man
had been doing naughties on line and was beating around the bush getting
his point across. Be fair, if he'd been 'waggling his bits' to sixteen year
olds on line how far would he go with a genuine flesh and blood sixteen
year old in his house for an overnight stay.

'I know another one in London, a kid called Ryan.' More keyboard work and
another face, this one a little bit younger I guessed but this time I was
in frame with Amos. The kid, Ryan, gave a big grin and started to
type. Amos told me that he had sound but Ryan didn't.

'Who's your pal?'

' Hi-di-hi Ryan how's it hanging, this is Peter my sitter,' Amos' fingers
clattered on the keyboard. I just looked on totally absorbed, I had to get
one of these gadgets.

'Tasty LOL.' I looked at the screen. Was I seeing things or had the kid the
other end called me tasty.

'I think so,' Amos typed back and smirked at me.

This was going from bad to worse, they were talking about me like I was a
bit of meat on the slab at the butchers.

'Only joking,' Amos typed again. 'Sorry,' he grinned totally
unfazed. 'Ryan's a homo.'

'No probs,' I grunted not really trusting myself to speak.

'He flashes his willy at the drop of a hat.'

'What about you,' I croaked.

'If you want me to,' Amos spoke with his eyes glued to the screen, he
certainly didn't look at me.

'We've got all night,' I took the biggest risk of my new babysitting career
and clasped his bare leg just above the knee and gave a gentle squeeze. I
could have chopped my hand off a second later. What a bloody stupid thing
to do.

'Nice touch,' Amos flashed me a cheeky grin and typed again. 'Good night,
Ryan,' he typed and shut down IM before the other guy knew what had hit
him. 'What sort of sites do you like?'

'You first.'

'No way,' Amos giggled. 'You first.'

We were at an impasse. 'Maybe we should have settled for wrestling in the
first place,' I muttered hoping against all odds for a result.

'Maybe,' Amos looked at me with a slight smile and came off line in a
flurry of clicks and turned the computer off. 'Take your shoes off first.'

I must have looked shocked because he giggled again hopped up from his
swivel chair and jumped onto his bed ripping his trainers off without
bothering with the laces. 'Come on, Petey. Let's see how tough you are.'

I couldn't believe this was happening, I'd been in the house a mere ninety
minutes and I was about to embark on a wrestling match with a thirteen year
old boy and in his bedroom at that. On his bloody bed for Christ's
sake. Ashford Young Offenders Prison here I come. I kicked my own trainers
off and clambered onto the bed to be immediately swamped by Amos in a
tangle of arms and legs, he didn't play around that kid, he had me on my
back in a split nano second. He was a bloody sight tougher than he looked
and as I felt him straddling me and pressing down on my gut I spasmed and
flipped him off, he yelped and I had him pinned. One all.

'You cheated,' he gasped and struggled but with no avail, my superior
weight pinned him to the bed.

'All's fair in love and war,' I grinned down at him, I could feel myself
getting harder by the moment and when he gave me his little smirk I knew
that he'd noticed as well.

'Round Two?'

'OK,' I got off him and we knelt on the bed facing each other.

'Sod the war,' he giggled and sprang across the small gap but this time he
had me around the waist and I felt his hand on my zip, needless to say I
didn't fight back too hard, I let him press down on me and then I felt his
hand inside my jeans resting on my warm cock which was now fully hard. 'I
thought so,' he whispered with his face inches away.

'You knew so,' I gazed back at him. 'You know we shouldn't be doing this
sort of thing.'

'Aaah,' he squeezed my warmth. 'I won't tell if you don't.'

'Right,' I grinned and slipped my hands into the back of his navy blue
shorts.

He giggled and moulded and squeezed my erection to an even greater hardness
as I stroked and clasped his beautiful buttocks. One hand for each soft
silken smooth globe and he loved it.

He removed his hand from between us and stroked the side of my face with
his finger. 'At last,' he nuzzled at my neck and I could feel the
smoothness of his young lips and the warmth of his breath. 'I've fancied
you forever and you've just ignored me.'

'I didn't know,' I rasped and moved my head, my lips brushed his. 'I'm not
ignoring you now.'

'I know,' he chuckled and moved his midriff against mine, I could feel his
own hardness pressing and rubbing against my own through the material of
his shorts and my jeans.

'I'd love to know what you do for these guys online.'

'Then I shall show you ..... the full demo. Yes?'

'Please,' I smiled as he climbed off me and smoothed down his stiffy.

'Sit up on the bed and I'll give you the Amos Special.'

'Don't forget I'm here and they're down the end of a phone line.'

'I know,' he smiled at me. 'That's what I'm banking on.'

This was better than a sex vid. He got himself in position, ruffled his
scruffy hair until it was even scruffier. He started to wave his hands
around briefly explaining that he was miming fiddling with the camera. I
propped myself up on one elbow for the show.

'Ready.' Unbelievably he looked vunerable and shy but he was trying to take
charge and lead the way, he needed a little encouragement.

'Go on, baby.'

'Orrite, Petey. Here goes the neighbourhood.' He grinned and sexily
withdrew his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. He wasn't
thin and he certainly wasn't fat but he was well developed for his age, his
little titties with just a smidgeon of spare meat just cried out to be
nibbled and sucked and already I could feel myself begin to leak inside my
y-fronts.

Another smile and he stroked his chest and breasts sensually slowly getting
to his feet and reaching into the front of his shorts. A fumble and the
obvious movement as he unkinked his stiffness and he turned around showing
me his smooth back and his shorts covered bottom. A bit of a wiggle and he
did a Mae West (remember her) slowly taking the shorts down exposing an
absolutely delightful bottom with it's centrepiece cleavage just demanding
a lover's tongue.

OK?' He grinned over his shoulder.

'Fine,' I grunted. 'I'm leaking.'

'Fantastic,' he giggled. 'So am I.'

He wiggled his bum about a bit, spread his cheeks for an instant exposing
his pucker for a second and then straightened up and faced me kicking his
shorts clear. He was as stiff as a log and he was a good size, he was
uncircumcised but the foreskin was well clear exposing the shiny glans as
he slowly wanked as if to his own internal music.

'Yeah,' he moaned and wanked harder giving me a full frontal. I reached out
for him but he moved back a little. 'Later, Petey,' he promised. He was
wanking faster now and he sat back into the chair still doing what all boys
do at one time or another. In fact, I didn't think his penis was much
smaller than my own as I watched him fascinated by his performance.

'Yeah, yeah,' he whispered pulling his erection even faster and
harder. 'Here she cums,' he groaned and two pearly white splashes soared
into the air and splattered back onto his belly and chest. further groans
and thicker semen ooozed from his slit and ran over his clenched fist and
down his knuckles. He lay with his eyes closed for a moment and then with a
wicked grin lapped at his own cum covered fist.

'Come here,' I croaked.

With a broad grin he slid from the chair and onto the bed, I flathanded his
sticky chest laying him out full length and began to clean him. My tongue
and my lips worked overtime as I lapped and sucked at his sweet juice. I
finished him up by kissing his working hand sucking each finger clean
savouring his tart spunk in my mouth.

'Petey,' he sighed and gazed up at me with his brown eyes aglow. 'I loved
that, you've got me hard again.'

'You never went soft,' I smiled tenderly down at him and my head dropped. I
stared into his eyes for a moment and lightly kissed him on the lips.

'Again,' he whispered.

As I kissed him again his hand shot out and clamped on the back of my neck,
this kiss was fiercer and more demanding and I felt his other hand fumble
at the front of my jeans. 'I want it, Petey. I want to see you cum.'

'What?' I grinned. getting into the mood. 'In the Amos fashion?'

'Yeah, yeah,' he laughed. 'Gimme, the treatment, striptease to splat.'

'OK. Here goes the neighbourhood.' I echoed his phrase and moved off the
bed. I gently swayed imagining music and removed my shirt. For his benefit
I rubbed my hands over my smooth torso and slowly and sensually unclipped
my jeans and they fell apart at the fork. My hardness was tight in my
y-fronts and the precum leakage was very evident just under the waitband as
an expanding damp stain.

'Yeah,' go on,' he whispered, a whisper that was almost a prayer. 'I wanna
see it.'

Teasing him I span around and dropped first my jeans and then slowly
slipped my y-fronts down giving him a flash of my buns. I did exactly as he
had, I spread them for just a second affording him a glimpse of my private
place and then slowly turned around.

My six plus jutted out hard and proud and I let him gaze at it with glazed
eyes for a moment before I grasped it and started to wank.

A moment later I kicked my jeans and underwear clear and subsided into the
chair. God, this was so erotic having an adoring kid gazing at you whilst
you spanked the old monkey. I felt myself getting harder and harder as I
thrashed away going from slow and kewl to fast and frantic.

'Aaagh,' I grated as I felt my balls tighten and the heat begin to rise.

Through my half closed eyes and in the heat of the moment I felt or heard a
flurry from the bed and he was between my knees and wrenching my hands
clear.

'What are.......'

'Shurrup,' he giggled and I nearly passed out as his hands held mine and
the wet heat of his mouth swallowed my cock end and his sweet lips started
to run up and down my rigid staff.

'Jeez, Amos,' I wailed. I didn't know it was going to go this far. I'd
hoped but never anticipated things were going to move so fast. This was my
first blow, the first time a boy's mouth had been around my sex and it was
wonderful, he, my Amos, was wonderful. 'I'm cuming.' That was all the
warning I could give before I literally exploded into his swallowing mouth.

He sucked and slurped as I jetted and splattered my climax into the back of
his eager throat and when it was over and I flopped exhausted I felt his
spunk stained lips on mine and we kissed again long and hard.

'You taste so spunky,' he whispered into my mouth and then cracked up into
a burst of giggling. I staggered to my feet with him in my arms and we
collapsed together onto the bed.

The afterplay is something I treasure after all this time. The feel of his
strong and smooth youthful body entwined in mine, His ever roaming hands,
his sweet lips and his damp warmth as he held me and we writhed around on
the bed as one united body, Siamese Twins connected with our love and
passion.

'I think I'm in love.' Amos declared with a slight flush on his handsome
face.

'With whom?'

'You. You tart,' he grinned. 'My Petey ...... you haven't got a boyfriend
have you?' The concern was clear in his eyes.

'I have now.' I bore him back onto the bed, kissed him on the lips yet
again and dropped my head onto his nipples with their large dark brown
aureoles. They were so nice, I nibbled and sucked at the small nubs until
they were hard and sticking out sensitive to every tiny nip.

'You'll kill me,' he laughed softly and stroked my hair as I kissed down
his taut belly and reached my target. One lick across his totally exposed
glans and I sank my mouth over the dark red mass, he gave a shuddering sigh
and gently pushed up into my soft sucking. 'God, I love you so much,
Petey.' He gave my hair a little tug.

'What?' I looked up his belly wondering what I'd done wrong.

'I want you to do me tonight ..... I want you to make love to me, all the
way.'

'You're only thirteen for God's sake.'

'I don't give a toss,' he cried out. 'Don't let me down, Petey, please, I
need you. I've dreamt about this for over a year. Pleeeease.'

'OK. OK. One condition though.'

'Yeah, anything.'

'You do me as well. Perfect partners, one for one and one for all just like
the Two Musketeers.'

'Silly sod,' he grinned. 'It would be an honour,' he spoke quite seriously
and gazed at me with his brown eyes sparkling. 'You and I ..... lovers.'

'Lovers,' I agreed. 'Bath time for now, we smell mingy.'

'Yeah, I love it,' he lay on his back and raised his legs exposing himself,
his hard cock jutted up onto his belly still slick with my saliva. 'It
doesn't look gross does it?'

'Nah, just your average boy fanny,' I slapped him lightly. 'Bath, lover
boi.'

'How many boy's holes have you studied? How many boy's have you made love
to?' He gabbled as he followed me into his bathroom.

'None,' I answered as I studied the bathroom. Very opulent, far superior to
the one I shared with my sister. 'I'm a virgin, front and back.'

'Really,' he grinned. 'So am I, you're my first.'

'Let's hope we don't cock it up,' I held him lightly by the waist as he
adjusted the shower flow.

'I thought getting cock up was the idea,' he gave a dirty laugh.

'You know what I mean Amy.'

'Yeucherooni, they call me Amy at school. I hate it,' he squealed and
stepped into the shower grabbing the soap.

'Sorry.' I stepped in behind him.

'I don't mind with you ..... my pet name ..... in private mind you.'

'Fair enough, Amy.' I smiled at him and clasped his wet body taking the
soapy sponge and running it up and down his back whilst he soaped my front
paying particular attention to my limpness which was rising to the
challenge again.

'Soap my bum up,' he turned his back on me.

I'd dreamt of this moment and I did just what he said. I wanted it sparkly
clean because I wanted an extra and he was in for a surprise. I washed down
his back and as he opened his legs rubbed the sponge between his cheeks but
I sensed that this wasn't what he wanted. I parked the sponge up and ran my
fingers into his soapy crack feling him tense and then relax. His smooth
pucker yielded as I gently probed with one finger and finished up working
my index finger in and out of his soapy hole.

'Oooooh,' he clamped and relaxed on my movements. 'I'm as hard as a rock,'
he laughed softly and pushed back onto my probing. As I withdrew my finger
he moaned a protest but I dropped to my knees and did something that I'd
fantasised about. I buried my face in his soft buns spreading them and
caressing his ring with my tongue.

'Oooooh.' This time his knees buckled but I held his thighs and lapped and
tongued his pucker feeling the soft ring hot and smooth as the tip of my
tongue tried to force entry. 'Do me, Petey. Do me now,' he begged shoving
his boy fanny back into my face.

'In bed,' I slipped up behind him tantalising him with my straining cock
slipping between his cheeks and making exploratory jabs at his sweet
opening.

'Please. Just try it whilst it's still soapy,' he mumbled, he pushed back
against me.

'OK. The real job on the bed, the real loving on the bed, OK?'

'OK,' he agreed and I held my erection firmly and pushed up against his
opening. It parted and I felt the delicious heat encompass my cock as the
head slipped inside him stretching and testing his virgin muscle. The
opening to his body and the seat of all my dreams.  'Aaaaah.' he tensed and
flinched as my cock opened him up and slowly moved to and fro.

'You alright?' I froze.

'Yeah, I'll live. You're so big.'

'You're no midget yourself, Amy,' I reminded him. I reached around and
grasped his own hardness and it was like an iron bar. I made another couple
of movements deeper this time and then slowly slid it free. I felt his
sphincter close on me as my straining knob left his body.

'Aah,' he sighed with disappointment. 'I was beginning to enjoy that.'

'The best is yet to come,' I assured him. 'Let's go to bed. I want you.'

'I want you too lover boi,' he grinned as he stepped from the shower
grabbing the towel I offered.

Whilst we were drying off I had a look in the wall cabinet and found a tube
of Savlon. Savlon is in a blue tube like KY but it's a white soothing
ointment for small burns and it's ideal for the job. I only knew this
because a friend of mine used to use it to wank with. 'Perfect,' I waved
the tube at Amy.

'And here's me waiting to get burnt,' Amy laughed. 'Mum'll want to know
what I used it for.'

'Buy a replacement,' I told him. 'Savlon won't cause a fuss if you pop in a
chemist, a schooly asking for KY might raise a few eyebrows.'

'I'll tell them my boyfriend's got a tight arse,' he laughed.

'Come on Amy, I wanna make love to you.' That was plain and simple enough.

'Right.' That was plain and simple as well.

Still damp and clutching our towels we sauntered back into the bedroom and
flopped onto the bed. Amy was up again in an instant, he turned the lights
of just leaving the subdued bedside lamp on, just enough to see what we
were doing.

He lay alongside me and smiled running his finger up my super
stiffness. 'You're leaking ..... again.'

'They call it precum, natures lubricant.'

'Ooo-er.' He lay on his back and looked at me. 'I've read about this and
this is how you do it when you want to look at your partner when he cums.'

'You've very determined, aren't you?' I gently lowered myself onto his body
trapping his own stiffness and allowing mine to slip between his parted
legs.

'I've waited long enough, Petey.' He looked at me serious for once. 'Couple
of older guys at school have chatted me up with one thing in mind ..... I
told them that I'm spoken for and my boyfriend is a bit of a tough kiddy.'

'Did you?' I smiled and moved up and down my erection moving between his
legs and rubbing his up and down between our bellies.

'Don't make me beg, Petey.'

I kissed him long and sweetly, my tongue slipped into his mouth and as it
did I moved my legs inside his. He'd obviously been studying as with his
eyes closed he drew his knees upto his chest. 'Take your time.'

I got to my knees close upto his exposed and tautly spread bum. I toyed at
his pucker with a Savlon coated finger and slowly slipped it into his
internal heat. As he moaned and moved a little I gently finger fucked him
oiling his interior passage and loosening his ring. I wasn't too fussed,
he'd taken me once half way but this was going to be the whole nine yards,
well, six and a bit inches to be precise. He groaned with displeasure as I
slid my finger free but gave a gasp and tensed up as I pushed with two
fingers and once again pierced his oiled sphincter.

'Come on, Petey. I want it,' he thrashed around on the bed and cried out as
I moved my two fingers deep into his tightness stroking the spongy nub of
his prostate making sure he was well lubed up and as relaxed as he could
be.

He was ready and so was I. My hardness was oozing presum and as I removed
my fingers I replaced them with my swollen and aching glans. One slow and
tender push and I felt him open up like a flower in the sun. His incredible
heat and tighness gripped me as my knob entered his hot body and my shaft
began to move to and fro easing and relaxing his ring even more.

'Jeeez,' he gazed at me with tear filled eyes. 'It feels like a bloody
great log.' I shut him up by sealing his lips with mine and continued to
move in and out gaining depth at each gentle thrust.

'You OK,' I asked as I kissed his sweet nose.

'Wannit all,' he slurred as I slowly fucked deeper feeling the occasional
brush of my pubics on his totally exposed butt.

'Right,' I placed my forearms either side of his torso and he gripped my
hips as I began to move faster and then after one final thrust stayed in
tight and gave an extra push. I was totally sheathed in his living flesh
and it was incredible. The heat, the tightness and his lips searching for
mine.

'God, I love you so much,' he groaned and presed his calves onto my back as
I stayed in deep and pushed as if trying to split him in half. He pressed
on my back as I started to move again but this time I was moving
faster. This time I was fucking, no fancy words, I was loving him,
penetrating him, fucking him, call it what you will.

'Fantastic,' I breathed hotly on the side of his face as my hips moved up
and down giving him all the love and passion I could muster.  It couldn't
last but there'd be lot of other times I was sure of that. As my fuck got
more frantic and turned into lunges and plunges into his sweet bottom he
smiled up at me baring his teeth each time I bottomed out and my sweaty
belly ground against his own now precuming organ.

'Gonna cum,' I groaned in frustration as I felt my tight nuts burn, my cock
seemed to swell even further and then the blessed relief as I felt suge
after surge of searing heat rush up my shaft and spurt from my throbbing
muscle deep into his beautiful body. A body freely and lovingly given on a
Saturday night I shall remember for ever.

Mingled crys and sobs echoed around the bedroom as I fucked myself to a
standstill and I remained rammed into his sweet body as far as I could, my
now wilting shaft at rest in his spunk soaked passage.

'Wicked,' he smiled tiredly as his legs slid down my back and my sweat
sheened belly pressed against his sticky belly.

Sticky?

'I cum when you did,' he explained sadly. 'Must have been the heat of the
moment.'

'Never mind, sweetheart, we've got all night.'

'Petey,' he grabbed my neck and kissed me hard and brutally. 'It was
fuckin' fantastic. I've dreamed about doing it with you for yonks.'

'Wish we'd got together before,' I exclaimed ruefully. 'Think of the time
we've wasted.'

'Think of the furure,' he grinned and then whinced as my now relaxed cock
slipped free of it's semen soaked nest. 'I need a sitter until I'm sixteen
it seems.'

'Twenty six,' I countered moving about and pulling the bedding up over us.

'You wish,' he laughed and half crawling over me switched the light off, I
could feel his limp noodle against my hip but with a kid of his age it
wouldn't stay that way for long.

'Can I do you later?'  He sounded nervous.

'I'll pull your bloody head off if you don't,' I turned my back on him and
pushed my bum out. He got the hint and snuggled up against me with his
semen drenched belly pressed against my spine.

I was a fraction away from heaven as I drifted off into a half sleep with
his warm breath tickling my ear and the feel of his heartbeat against my
back.

Jeeeeeezus ....... it was so dark. I was fully awake all of a sudden and
randy rat to the rear was trying to fuck me. The pain as he'd tried to
shove his almost dry penis inside me had brought me back to life.

'Ouch,' I spoke quietly.

'Hey, you're awake,' he giggled his breath hot on the back of my neck.

'You are an idiot Ady. Put some glop on it and try again but for God's sake
take it easy, this is a first for me.'

'Yeah, sez you,' he mocked but I felt him move back a bit and fumble for
the tube of Savlon.

'Hey, don't take the piss.' Suddenly I was annoyed. What fucking right had
he to assume that I was some sort of slut ..... no right at all. 'I was
serious, this is my first time. You're the first person I've ever bonked
and you'll be the first person who's had a go at me ..... OK?'

'OK, OK,' he leant over to kiss me. I believe you. I really need to do this
Petey, I'm so hard,' he whined.

'Alright then, get between my legs,' I lay on my back and let him move in,
I wanted his first fuck to be face to face and hopefully one he would
remember and treasure for a long while. I hoped that he enjoyed it as I was
sure he would, I also hoped that he didn't hurt me and that I wasn't too
sure about. He didn't go through the preamble or the foreplay that I had, I
felt him smear the cream on his cock and just a smidgeon on my ring and
then the pressure of his slippery cockhead. He was inside me with one jerk
and I began to feel his boy's penis slip into my body. It felt huge but
this was a first for me. God knows how he'd felt when I'd broached him. I
tried to relax and grabbed his neck reeling him in for a kiss.

He kissed me gently at first but then more forcefully as he began to move
faster and and sink deeper. 'I ain't gonna last,' he breathed hotly into my
mouth.

'You will next time,' I grinned up at him and held his narrow hips as he
began to pump in and out. I'd taken him and now he'd taken me.  To my
surprise I was enjoying the sensation of oiled meat gliding in and out of
my gut, I felt bloated but contented, no sense of shame whatsoever. This
was my Amos, how could there be any shame. We were soul mates, we were made
for each other.

'You alright?' He whispered as if there were eavesdroppers around.

'Fine,' I answered and concentrated on clamping as he thrust and relaxing
as he moved out. Correction, I wasn't contented, I was deliriously happy,
this sweet boy was making love to me, how could it get any better.

'Oh, Petey, I'm gonna cum. I can't help it,' he moaned and I felt his belly
rest against my hardness as he thrust in hard and stayed in.

'Never mind, baby,' I clasped him tightly as I felt his boyhood swell
inside me, jerk and then pulse his thick hot semen in what seemed to be
four or five slimy spurts. Jeez, that was another sensation, I felt like
he'd flooded me, he was still moving slowly but he was all tuckered out. I
stroked his sweaty flanks and held him tightly. I was in love. 'You
alright?'

'Yeah, that was totally wicked,' I saw his teeth flash in the gloom.

'I thought you'd had a heart attack,' I squeezed myself on his limpening
cock.

'So did I,' he giggled and made a soft moan as his flacid sex slipped
free. 'Love ya, Peter. I really do.'

'Ditto, Munchkin,' I kissed his cute little nose. 'Sleep now.'

I was expecting objections but even teenies get tired. This time he lay on
his side and I spooned upto his soft bottom, I softly nuzzled at his neck
until I felt him relax and then heard the sound of his soft breath as he
drifted off to his thirteen year old dream world. I didn't know where it
was but I sure hoped that I was in it, he was most certainly in mine.

God knows what time it was when I awoke but the bed was empty, I could hear
Amos in the bathroom and minutes later he came in with a big cheesy grin
and slipped into bed alongside me. He gave me a tootpaste flavoured kiss
and pulled a face. 'Go and clean your teeth, Dogbreath.'

'Charming,' I groaned and slid from the bed, I had a semi erection which I
tried to hide but not from my Amos.

'Quickly,' he stared at me intently. 'It's only six, we've got loads of
time.'

'What for?' I asked innocently.

'Don't be a prick all your life,' he laughed up at me. He sure had a way
with words for a schoolboy. I rushed to the bathroom, I knew what he wanted
and curiously enough we were on the same wavelength. By the time I wandered
back into the room he was laying flat on his back in the centre of the bed
with an innocent look on his face. 'I feel hungry,' he declared with a
little grin.

'Breakfast in bed isn't in my contract.' I stood and smiled down at him, I
knew exactly what he wanted.

'Really?' He shucked the bedding down exposing his smooth chest, then flat
stomach and finally his proud boy cock jutting from his dark haired pubic
bush. 'Really?' He repeated and licked his lips giving me his now familiar
little grin. 'Feed, Amy,' he looked pointedly at my rapidly hardening
penis.

That was it. I hopped on the bed and straddled him with my knees either
side of his chest. He flathanded my buns and drew me in closer, I shuddered
as I felt the first swipe of his tongue over my glans and then the
smoothness of his lips as they brushed across my swollen knob. 'Closer,' he
muttered as I shuffled in allowing him to wrap his sweet lips around me and
start to lap and suck. As I gently fucked into his wet heat I felt movement
and then the coldness between my cheeks. The little sod was annointing me
with Savlon and then I felt his small finger pierce my pucker and start to
move in and out.

'Amy, you randy little rat,' I fucked his face harder and he slipped his
finger in and out of my body faster and deeper.

'Go back a bit,' he mumbled around my slippery meat but it was too late for
that. I felt the surge of heat at the base of my shaft and then the
incredible sensation as my spunk shot up my penis and squirted into his
mouth. He swallowed and gobbled as if he was choking but downed it all
leaving him with a big grin on his face and driblets of cum at the side of
his mouth and on his jaw. 'Back a bit,' he repeated.

I knew what he wanted, of course I did. I was a bloody mind reader. I
shuffled back and placed my bottom above his hardness as he held it
upright. I slowly subsided onto his hot boy cock savouring every inch as he
filled me and I rested lightly on his midfriff.

'This is so ultra wicked.' he moaned making little stabs upwards.

'So is this, baby,' I started to slowly move up and down clenching my
cheeks on the downstroke and relaxing as I went up. Once he found the rythm
I bobbed faster and faster and he fucked up into my moist hole.

'I'm cuming,' he wailed at last and I was rewarded with his early morning
squirts and spurts as he lay there puffing and panting like an old
man. 'I'm so shagged,' he whispered as I slid off him and fell into bed
alongside pulling the clothes up against the early morning chill.

'Shagged?' I looked at him and gave him a small smile. 'Not yet.'

'Aaaw, Petey......' he struggled and squealed as I rolled him over but his
heart wasn't in it. I forced his legs apart with my own and slid into his
hot little boy fanny as he clutched the pillow and pushed his sweet bottom
upwards. I finally came after what seemed an hour of lovemaking, we were
sweating and exhausted wrecks at the end of it but he was flooded and I was
drained, seemed a good result.

'My parents go down the Golf Club for Sunday lunch and usually stay the
afternoon if the weather is fine,' I cuddled my young lover and looked
across at the window. The sun shone through, it was going to be a nice hot
summer's day.

'So do mine and I usually have to tag along.' he looked at me and kissed me
on the nose. 'If they left me up here I'd have to have a minder.'

'Fancy that.' I snuggled against his warm body fragrant with our cums and
damp from out joint efforts. 'I'll look after you, you can come over my
place for the afternoon.'

'Great, Petey. We can play with your computer.'

'Yeah, right.' I looked at him and grinned. 'We can play with lots of
things, my little boyfriend.'

'That's me,' he giggled and I felt his hand encircle my warmth once
again. God, it was going to be a long and totally glorious summer.


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